Leng Xuan smiled bitterly. He had been very careful, but the weirdness of this mountain was beyond his expectation. Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, a strange fluctuation suddenly came in his mind. Then, he heard
A soft voice rang in his mind; "Who are you?"
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Leng Xuan was slightly startled, and then asked: "Who are you?" The voice slowly said: "I don't know who I am. Since I became conscious, I have never interacted with anyone else.
We have communicated." Hearing this, Leng Xuan suddenly understood. No wonder he heard a hint of timidity in the other person's voice. It was probably because he had never communicated with anyone before. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt something in his heart and asked
He said: "Could this strange mountain be your body?" The voice replied: "Yes." Leng Xuan smiled helplessly. There are really many strange things in the world. This is the first time for him to find such a strange life form.
"Since you don't have a name, how about I call you little monster?" The little monster who has been living in his own conscious world has no resistance at all to Leng Xuan, a stranger who is communicating with him for the first time, and he happily accepts it.
This name. After a pause, Leng Xuan asked: "Little monster, are those liquids made by you?" The little monster asked back: "Liquid? Do you mean the water of blood spirit?" Leng Xuan suddenly realized that it turned out that
The blood-red liquid is called Blood Spirit Water. At that moment, he responded: "Yes, it is Blood Spirit Water."
The little monster said: "Those are the impurities in my body. After I refined them, they turned into blood-spirit water and were excreted from the body." After hearing his answer, Leng Xuan was a little surprised. This has magical effects.
The liquid is actually an impurity discharged from its body? What kind of existence is this little monster? "Little monster, do you know your origin?" The little monster seemed to be thinking, and did not reply for a long time. It was a long time.
It took a few minutes before I heard his voice ringing in my mind: "I don't know where I came from. When I became conscious, I was already here. In my memory, the only thing that remains is
The thing is the method of cultivation. I need to refine all the impurities in my body before I can restore my original form." Leng Xuan said blankly: "Original form? What you mean is that this mountain is not yours.
Body?" The little monster replied: "Yes, this mountain is just an impurity attached to my body. Thousands of years have passed since I realized it. Over the years, I have completed half of the refining.
I believe that as long as a few thousand years pass, I can successfully recover my true form."
Leng Xuan was secretly frightened. It could be heard from Xiaoguai's words that he had no concept of time at all. If he was allowed to spend thousands of years alone, he would probably go crazy. But he also knew,
The little monster's consciousness has survived in this mountain for so many years and has never been in contact with outsiders. In his eyes, everything is pure, like a calm lake without any ripples or waves. For someone like him
For example, not to mention thousands of years, even ten thousand or one hundred thousand years, it would not be able to cause any fluctuations in him. Taking a breath, Leng Xuan asked: "Hasn't there been no one in contact with you in these thousands of years?"
?For example, those people from Chongyundian?" It was hard for him to imagine that Chongyundian had been using monsters for so many years and yet they didn't discover his consciousness.