Chapter four hundred and forty-fourth: Chasing the flow and knowing how to return
Ling Huan felt that he should have felt scared, but he didn't. The field of vision had become chaotic like this, or was this closer to the appearance of the barrier itself? He no longer had the ability to distinguish. He was just in contact with the person in front of him.
For a moment, she recalled what Wu Yongzhen had said before.
Just accept it.
Then just assume that "he" is him. Other than that, there is no need to think too much. So Ling Hu grabbed the other person's hand, although she could no longer control her strength. However, she did feel that she was touching in the broken sight.
Touching the "five fingers", it must belong to Shi Wuqi's hand. At this time, she suddenly felt
There was something peeling away from the fingertips of the right hand. It was a feeling of being pulled. It could be that the nails were pulled out, blood was flowing outward, or the entire skin of the hand was removed. And
It wasn't very painful because she had lost the ability to judge. She could just feel that something was loose from her.
When she was trying to feel what was happening to her, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Then she lost consciousness.
"..."
Xie Zhe heard Shi Wuqi's voice.
He could still tell what the other party was saying, but he couldn't understand a single word. Each word was indeed a syllable that a person could pronounce, but it meant nothing when put together. But they were coherent, just like a hundred words.
The skeleton owner was making statements naturally with a logic that only he could understand. Unfortunately, Xie Zhe couldn't understand this.
Not only did he not understand, but he couldn't see anyone. But think about it a little bit, how much can everyone guess that others are also similar to him. Update@他
The sword. He didn't dare to let go of it, and was even always afraid that he would let go of it the next second.
Fengyun Zhan has never emphasized his existence so fiercely like now. With this as an anchor, Xie Zhe retains a kind of quiet cognitive ability. There seems to be a vague outline of someone in front of him, but then it forms
It was something inhuman. He knew it was something that did not belong to the "realm of desire."
"We can't see them now." Wu Qi said to Shan Hai.
"Their self-awareness gradually fell apart, and we were unable to notice it." Shanhai said, "If it weren't for hundreds of years of practice and this sword of humanity, I wouldn't be able to survive until now. Let alone see you and talk to you.
Already."
"Die Chenhuan can work?" Shi Wuqi was a little surprised.
"That's right. As a thing that embodies the principles of humanity, it clearly emphasizes the fact that I am a human being at all times. In your eyes, what do you see?"
"It's just a sword? It's no different from what it usually looks like. It's out of the sheath and in your hand."
"Do you know that in my eyes, it looks like it is relaxing in the wind?"
"Hmm...?"
Shi Wuqi looked at Lin Shanhai. Even though the surrounding environment was no longer what it was before, the two of them still existed normally in each other's eyes. However, although Shanhai held his sword upright, his eyes looked like
Looking at himself on the sword. No, rather than looking at himself, maybe it was exactly what he said...looking at the past Sui Mujun?
In other words, in Lin Shanhai's eyes, there are three people present?
The other people are different. Those four people are, in the final analysis, ordinary people and monsters. No matter how hard they persist, their abilities are limited. Maybe they left the vicinity invisible to the two of them, or they may be right next to them. But even if they are
I don’t know the distance when I leave. I may be hundreds of thousands of miles away.
Or they may still be close at hand - it is meaningless to weigh the distance moved. The distance can be any scale. And even if the four people are still around them, they cannot contact or have a dialogue in a form that both parties can recognize.
.It would be better to say that Shi Wuqi had tried his best.
"Your eyes have been tempered by hellfire, haven't they? You can see many invisible things."
"That's right. In my eyes, although the structure inside the barrier is chaotic, I can clearly see that one side of it is attached to Hell. I can't explain it in a way that others can understand.
However, it was precisely because my eyes were baptized by the red lotus fire that I was able to understand what hell looked like in a way that I could accept at that time."
"Who did you see just now?"
"The four of them can almost see it, but only a fragment of its existence - that is. (This chapter is not over yet!)
Chapter 444: Follow the flow and know your return
The virtual image of the fire of hell projected on the barrier. I borrowed some "shadows" from Miss Ye. Even though she could not recognize me, she did not resist. At the moment, she was the most scattered and the situation was the most dangerous. The chaotic
It was difficult for her arms to suppress her strength, but she did not
Perception. It may be that she temporarily lost her sense of danger. I spoke to Mr. Xie again. He could hear it, but he couldn't understand it, so he couldn't respond. But since you said that the Six Paths Divine Weapon can consolidate the knowledge of its attributes.
, maybe this is the reason why he can still maintain something."
"Indeed. But why don't you give the amber to Miss Ye? At least the flesh and blood body can still be maintained."
Shi Wuqi shook his head and said: "She can't even measure the strength of her grip. Although her left hand will not make me feel pain no matter how hard she exerts it, her right hand has the power to destroy almost everything. If she really does this
, her own hands will fall apart. What's more, she no longer has any judgment
To grasp or not to grasp the consciousness. Unfortunately, I think, the power of amber for heart communication has completely dissipated with its fragmentation. Otherwise, when we come into contact with her, we still have the possibility of establishing a connection. In this way
Come, I can salvage her back. What matters now is to find a way to crack it..."
"Can anyone hear me...?"
It’s Jiao Mo’s voice. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆*First update~~ This is a complete sentence, a complete expression, and the only clear sentence except for the two of them. The timbre of this sentence is as impressive as Jiao Mo’s voice.
If someone is moved, it must be her.
"Mrs. Jiaomo?"
Shan Hai tried to shout, and at the same time looked left and right, trying to find the source of the sound. Unfortunately, the sound did not seem to have a clear direction. It might also have been disturbed by someone inside the barrier. Shi Wuqi said immediately:
"She is not communicating with us in a conventional way. Rather than talking, she may be... singing."
"...Indeed, she is a shark."
As expected, their discussion could not reach Jiao Mo's own ears. Her voice continued.
"I don't know where I am, and I don't know where you are... I shouted, but no one answered, so I changed a method, a method... maybe someone will notice it. Maybe you can't use the same method.
How to respond to me, but maybe you can hear it? Maybe... I and my people are like this in the sea. If we can't
If it is too far away and a simple shout cannot get a response, this method will be used to call. For the creatures on the shore, it is singing. The singing will be integrated into the spiritual flow and transmitted to those who are more distant or separated.
Place. Well, I’ll just keep saying this, even though it’s a bit lonely. Hmm… I’ll think about it again, think about it again…”
Jiao Mo was indeed talking to himself, and even though he was "singing", his voice was trembling slightly.
"She is so amazing... It's like she rebuilt the broken ruins and used her singing to collage the original appearance of the language."
Shan Hai echoed: "I hope others can hear her voice, which will be of great help to the return of cognition. As long as she continues to speak, she can give others reasons to support. I hope she herself... also
Can hold on. We have to hurry up. Here, just being yourself is not enough. What do you think?"
"Do you still have the Demon-Conquering Pestle on you? It's still in Mr. Xie's hands."
"Here." Shanhai took out the pestle with his other hand.
"I was also worried that you would leave it to Mr. Xie. Those peerless martial arts will not be of much use here. I decided to use its properties to build a barrier... but not now. At the moment, I can only sense the barrier from the hell side.
The world is not enough. I have a way to observe it from a high perspective."
"This will definitely disturb the lie, right?"
"So I borrowed the shadow."
Jiaomo's voice was a timely blessing for Wenying.
Before that, there was only darkness and snow in her field of vision. The white part under her feet was like the snow on the Silk Cloud Peak, but she couldn't leave any footprints and couldn't feel the cold. To be precise, her field of vision was firmly restricted.
.Although she could still look around, all she saw was the same scenery. Except for a tiny patch of white below.
, is the deep darkness. White itself does not emit light, and darkness does not engulf light, but it does not bring light. The darkness only becomes blurry when it is close to the snow, but when you look straight ahead, it is just pitch black. And in this darkness,
Countless tiny snowflakes are flying. But they have no distance, no three-dimensionality, and... (This chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 444: Follow the flow and know your return
There is no beauty of flying snowflakes, only an indescribable madness and restlessness. The snow is like crackling, gray sparks, I don’t know where they come from, but they don’t fall to the ground, they just dance wildly in front of my eyes.
In such a scene, she couldn't get a response no matter how she shouted. She couldn't even hear her own voice, which made her wonder if her throat was broken. It wasn't until she heard a real, bright voice.
, she burst into tears with excitement. It was almost as if at the same time, Wenying suddenly remembered how crying should be.
Originally, she shouted louder, hoping that Jiao Mo could hear her and respond more. But from Jiao Mo's expression, she realized with dismay that the other party was in a similar situation to her. However, this
A little sad comfort to prevent her from further collapse
situation. It was like grabbing a life-saving straw and asking Yingying if she would let go. She shouted, please say more, I will feel lonely if I can't hear you. It's a pity that such words cannot be conveyed to Jiaomo.
In her ears, she could only sing intermittently as best she could.
But the situation here in Hanshang has not improved at all.
Among all the people in the barrier, he was the only place where the singing voice could not reach. In other words, when it did reach him, he could not hear it. His ears were occupied by even noisier sounds, even though they were in the form of pictures.
.They are constantly interlaced, divided, switched, collaged, superimposed, flipped, misplaced...
Fire burns on the sea. The blade boils in the blood. Someone dies. Ice and snow set fire to the prairie. Minions, minions are sharper than the blade. The dagger stabbing the chest gives birth to crimson flowers. Vermilion, bamboo yellow, Yulan, Yulan. The dead are there
Crying for help. The enemy is pitying, while the benefactor is laughing. A life as fragile as family affection is full of the pungent smell of sarcasm.
