There is no heaven and earth, no four directions, it seems to be an infinite void.
At this time, the surroundings of the Yunhai Feizhou were covered with twisted black lines, exuding a heart-stopping aura.
Feng Qingyan frowned and did not touch rashly.
"What on earth is this?" Zuo Shaozai seemed to be talking to himself, but he couldn't see it, so he closed his eyes to feel it.
After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face.
When he closed his eyes to feel it, he seemed to "see" twisted black lines, covering the world like walls.
"What are these?"
Zuo Shaozai closed his eyes again to feel it, feeling horrified and confused in his heart.
"See?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"I saw it."
Zuo Shaozai said softly, thought for a while and then said: "Be careful when making a saint, I will try to attack."
Feng Qingyan nodded.
Continuing on like this is not the answer.
boom--
A majestic literary energy burst out from Zuo Shaozai, but it was blocked by the twisted black thread. Moreover, the twisted black thread seemed to be angered, like silver needles, stabbing towards Zuo Shaozai.
"snort!"
Zuo Shaozai snorted coldly, and white light burst out from his body.
However, the twisted black line ignored the white light and instantly penetrated the light and stabbed towards Zuo Shaozai.
"ah--"
At this time, Zuo Shaozai couldn't help but roar in pain.
Those twisted black lines seemed to be not only piercing his body, but also piercing his soul.
At this time, his soul seemed to be pierced by an invisible black thread.
It seems to be riddled with holes.
Feng Qingyan was shocked when he saw it, but he still didn't take action rashly. After all, even Zuo Shaozai, who was at the Wenzong level, couldn't resist it.
And more and more black lines are coming toward the flying boat in the sea of clouds.
But in the blink of an eye, in Feng Qingyan's eyes, Zuo Shaozai was covered with twisted black lines. However, Feng Qingyan was completely fine, and the black lines did not attack him.
"Young Zai, don't resist."
Feng Qingyan looked at the black line coldly and pondered.
At this time, Zuo Shaozai was in so much pain that even if he had all the strength in his body, it would be difficult for him to do it. Moreover, even if he did it, it would be useless against the black line...
It seems that the black line is immune to all attacks.
When Zuo Shaozai heard this, he hesitated and then gave up his resistance.
When he gave up resisting, the black line seemed to be lessened, and then slowly exited.
Feng Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.
"These black lines are weird."
Zuo Shaozai looked a little pale, closed his eyes and felt the black lines, and said: "They can directly attack the soul."
Feng Qingyan nodded and sat down cross-legged.
After a while, Zuo Shaozai recovered and sat opposite Feng Qingyan.
These black lines cannot be attacked, even if they attack, it will be useless, and they cannot get out, aren't they trapped by the black lines?
"What are these black lines?"
Zuo Shaozai asked again.
At this time, his face changed slightly, and he "looked" at the twisted black lines and said: "Is it possible that the great scholars who were once lost in the ghost fog ice field are like us now? In the end, they were trapped to death?"
"I'm afraid that's the case."
Seal Qingyan Road.
Zuo Shaozai's face became a little ugly. If he couldn't get out, wouldn't he be trapped and die?
It's nothing if he dies.
However, canonization is absolutely not possible.
When Zuo Shaozai thought about it, he became a little anxious and frantically thought about how to solve it.
After a while, Zuo Shaozai couldn't wait any longer, so he tried again, and was riddled with holes by countless black threads.
At this time, Zuo Shaozai's face was full of bitterness and he said: "Are we really going to be trapped here?"
The flying boat on the sea of clouds stands in the darkness.
Feng Qingyan and Zuo Shaozai were silent, both thinking about ways to crack it.
"Why are these black lines trapping us here?" Zuo Shaozai looked at Feng Qingyan and said with some confusion, "If we don't move, the black lines will ignore us and just trap us here...
…”
Feng Qingyan nodded and said, "Could it be related to ancient evil spirits?"
"It should be inseparable."
After Zuo Shaozai heard this, he frowned and thought.
Time passed little by little.
It seems like an hour, it seems like a day.
Gradually, neither Feng Qingyan nor Zuo Shaozai could feel the passage of time, as if there was no time in the darkness.
At some point, Feng Qingyan stood up and slowly stretched out his hand.
However, he could see the black line, but he couldn't touch it, as if the black line didn't exist, or he was touching a wall.
A very strange feeling.
What is the purpose of the black thread that traps people here?
They look like they are alive...
life?
Do they have any demands?
Feng Qingyan thought in surprise, then looked at Zuo Shaozai and said, "Could it be that the black line has trapped us here for what purpose?"
"Appeal?"
Zuo Shaozai was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Zuo Shaozai started thinking and continued: "If the black line has a demand, why can't we hear it or feel it? If there is a demand, we should be able to hear it as soon as we see the black line.
…”
Yes, why?
Feng Qingyan frowned, looked at the black line and said, "What do you want?"
"Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection..."
"Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection..."
At this time, Feng Qingyan seemed to hear extremely strong sounds from the black line, which shocked him and thought it was an illusion.
However, the sound of "resurrection" keeps ringing.
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked at Zuo Shaozai in astonishment and said, "Did Shaozai hear it?"
"What did you hear?"
Shaozai asked.
"I heard the word 'resurrection' being said across heaven and earth."
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. Could it be that he was the only one who heard it, and Zuo Shaozai didn't hear it?
"Have it?"
Zuo Shaozai listened attentively, but did not hear the word "resurrection".
Feng Qingyan nodded and said, "Then how should I resurrect you?"
"Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection..."
But the word "resurrection" is everywhere in heaven and earth.
Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and listened. Between heaven and earth, or in the entire darkness, there was the word "resurrection".
Are these black lines the remnants of ancient times?
It shouldn't be.
If it was sad, how could it not be recognized?
After a while, Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and said to Zuo Shaozai: "The appeal of these black threads may be resurrection."
"What are these black lines? How can we be resurrected?"
Zuo Shaozai smiled bitterly and said.
"Is it possible that these black lines are remnants of ancient times?"
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"I have also thought about it, but how can the residual thoughts be a black line? Moreover, even the residual thoughts of the ancient gods are not so terrible..."
Zuo Shaozai shook his head and said.
Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment and then said: "Now we only have one try."
"That's all."
Zuo Shaozai thought for a while and then nodded, and solemnly said to the black line: "I'm Zuo Fu, I will try my best to revive you all, and I hope you will retreat."
But the black line has not changed.
"It seems that only Feng Sheng has spoken."
Zuo Shaozai shook his head and said, after all, he didn't hear Black Line's appeal.