In Bai Mo's time, there were no such things as taboo creatures and taboo plants in the world. As time went by, although many things in his cognition had changed, some things remained the same -
For example, endless grass seeds and dead night grass.
Most of Bai Mo's understanding of these things comes from a friend - maybe not a friend at all. That guy is an expert in this field. His eyes have the terrifying power of distinguishing all things. During the time they spent together, he introduced him to many strange things.
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Of course, some of the credit for this is due to Black Henna.
That friend has a deep research on plants, which is why Bai Mo knows so much about Wuji Grass. He is also able to avoid the overbearing rules of Wuji Grass that prohibit the growth of other plants, and with the help of a bottle of juice, he can create a plant ordered by him.
The vines serve as guards.
That's right, this is not the influence of Bai Mo's ability, but the power brought by knowledge.
"All power is an extension of all rules, and rules are traceable. Once you master the knowledge, you can leverage the rules and gain power."
——This is something that guy often talks about. Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy today.
But now that the endless grass seeds have been cleared away, the hand vines have naturally withered, so there is no hope. Moreover, even if that thing is still alive, it is not enough to cope with the current situation.
Bai Mo is thinking about a very serious question——
The dragon head obviously knew what he wanted, so he told him that there was dead night grass in this place.
The dead night grass lives in flesh and blood. The growth conditions are extremely harsh and its value is naturally very precious. Therefore, the moment he found the dead night grass in the dragon's belly, Bai Mo realized that something was wrong.
Unless someone deliberately planted the dead night grass in the dragon's belly, it is impossible for the dead night grass to grow in the dragon's flesh and blood. If there is such a big flaw in the art of external eating, then as long as it is swallowed by them
The things inside were poisoned, and the dragon clan has been extinct countless times.
Obviously, the dragon head knew that there was dead night grass in its body. From the fact that it firmly used this as a bargaining chip to exchange for the chance of liberation, it is not difficult to see that it knew this.
And here's the problem -
A locked faucet that has never seen the light of day and is suspected of being kept in captivity actually knows what is going on in its separated body...
Does this mean that when this dragon's body was complete, it had already been planted with dead night grass in its body, and it knew this very well?
In other words - this dragon is willing to use its own flesh and blood to provide a perfect growth environment for the dead night grass, or... is someone forcibly using it as soil for planting dead night grass?
--It's like locking the faucet and keeping it in captivity.
The two have completely different meanings and represent completely different meanings. It is important to confirm this...
Countless thoughts quickly flashed through my mind, and the effectiveness of the Dead Night Grass also began to take effect.
Bai Mo's vision turned black, his consciousness was like salt melting into water, diluting and dispersing little by little, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down, reaching the lowest frequency, frighteningly weak, like a real corpse.
If Yang Yiyi hadn't probed carefully and noticed that his breathing had not stopped, he would have panicked.
And just as Bai Mo told Yang Yiyi, the consequence of taking Dead Night Grass is to "disappear in pain", and he was indeed enduring intense pain at the moment.
This kind of pain is enough to tear apart the consciousness, making people feel like they have fallen into an eternal night and endure loneliness. Once they can't bear it anymore, most of the user's consciousness will be erased, and the same will be true for their own existence, until they are permanently forgotten by the world.
It is said that the seeds of the dead night grass come from hell, are extremely rare, and are even more difficult to cultivate. They were originally filled with blood by a terrible existence, so they have such terrible negative power involving rules.
Perhaps the most terrifying thing than death is to be permanently forgotten by the important people.
Of course, if you can tolerate the erosion of dead night grass,
Then this "death" will be transformed into another kind of power.
As far as Bai Mo knows, there seemed to be people who tried to hide their existence through dead night grass in order to avoid disasters - such as escaping from the war.
Just because those who succeed will be forgotten by the world and will not be remembered until they meet again, so Bai Mo doesn't know whether those people have succeeded, or even whether there is such a group of people.
That would be a blank in history.
However, such existences often possess extremely terrifying strength. I don’t know if they survive to this day. If they survive to this day, it would be an interesting thing when they appear.
The reason why Bai Mo took Death Night Grass was certainly not to use it to erase traces of his own existence and avoid the current crisis, but to restore part of his own strength.
The ability of the dead night grass is particularly consistent with his own "nothing" power. Once the connection can be discovered, his withered power will be rejuvenated as if being filled by spring water - this is what Bai Mo's friend once said.
conjectures raised.
In addition to being keen on studying plants, that guy also liked to study them in his spare time and made all kinds of bad assumptions.
It is not difficult for Bai Mo to endure pain and loneliness, so he is not afraid of the influence of dead night grass. After all, he has been through this all the time.
But if he wanted to find a connection between the power of Wu and the Dead Night Grass... it would be a bit difficult. After all, he had never tried this kind of thing.
And Bai Mo always feels that the appearance of the four-leaf clover is like someone giving him a pillow when he is dozing off. It seems to have been arranged a long time ago, so does it mean... someone is looking forward to the recovery of the part of his missing strength, or even all this is 'that'
What was arranged by "guys" or even "those guys"?
...If that's the case, why would he fulfill other people's wishes?
The pain caused by Dead Night Grass is different from ordinary pain. It is like the sharpest water jet. While cutting your consciousness, it will also continue to dilute it. All memories become muddle-headed, making you gradually
Forget who you are.
This is also the first step to disappearing from the world.
Generally speaking, coma and loss of consciousness are one of the easiest ways to deal with pain. However, the pain caused by dead night grass will not lessen with the improvement of consciousness. On the contrary, it will only become more and more serious -
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Just like Lingchi.
The more your flesh and blood are scattered, the more the pain will increase.
And when you are naked with only a skeleton left, you will sink in the most terrible pain until you are forgotten by the world.
At this time, in addition to having a strong enough consciousness, you also need the assistance of external objects.
Dragon meat is one of the best auxiliary medicines.
The dragon's physical body is world-famous for its strength, and its ability to recover is one of the best. After eating dragon meat, not to mention immortality, it will definitely have the effect of extending one's life.
Dragon meat belongs to Yang, which happens to conflict with the Yin of dead night grass, and has a certain effect in destroying illusions, and can restore the body and consciousness.
However, the nature of dragon meat is too strong, and it would be worse to consume it directly, and it may directly disrupt the effectiveness of dead night grass. Therefore, dragon meat powder, which loses most of its nutrients, is a good choice.
Take a small amount each time, only to the extent that it can barely neutralize the dead night grass. This will not only protect the consciousness of the user, but will not disrupt the efficacy of the dead night grass. Everything is still determined by the will of the user.
Decide by force.
This is why Bai Mo told Yang Yiyi to feed him dragon meat powder only when his eyes turned black.
When Bai Mo was enduring the pain, Yang Yiyi, who was staying by his side, felt quite complicated.
She never expected that her fake charms were selling well, and she didn't know why she suddenly came here to help someone "take care of the funeral", and this person happened to be the culprit that caused her to end up like this, a very annoying person.
role.
With a silent sigh in her heart, Yang Yiyi glanced at Wuyu with his eyes closed in the distance from time to time, ready to take out the charm and run away at any time, for fear that he would suddenly wake up.
She had already made a decision in her heart. Wuyu was so terrible. Once this guy woke up, she would run away immediately. She would not care about this guy's life or death, so as not to hinder her.
Time passed minute by minute, and although Bai Mo's breath was weak, it seemed to be dead several times, but fortunately it never really stopped.
Yang Yiyi was dissatisfied in her heart, but she paid close attention to Bai Mo's eyes that were "not closed in sight". Once a rich black color appeared in the other person's eyes, she would carefully pour the dragon meat powder into his mouth until the black color just disappeared.
However, there is a saying, such a person with eyes wide open and unable to move can actually chew things on his own after pouring something into his mouth. Although this look looks horrifying, it is also quite funny.
Yang Yiyi waved her hand in front of Bai Mo's eyes, but the latter showed no reaction.
Seeing this, she lightly flicked the other person's forehead twice more. Seeing that he still didn't respond, she couldn't help but increase her strength a little bit. She thought viciously in her heart that these people's brain collapse should be regarded as her own anger.
However, she always paid attention to propriety, and the intensity was very light and not too excessive, because she didn't know whether it would affect Bai Mo, and it would be bad if she accidentally harmed the other party.
Just like that, after a few simple revenges, she quickly put away her fun and waited silently.
Not long after, half of the white ink was once again occupied by a rich black. She quickly fed the dragon meat powder and breathed a sigh of relief until the black faded away.
"I don't know when this guy will wake up, but don't die..."
She frowned slightly.
Since he doesn't intend to fulfill the wishes of some people to restore Wu's power, Bai Mo can naturally only restore another part of his power, and he already has his own way to do this -
He once went to the coffin burial site by accident while sleeping, and he still remembers the feeling. Now he can try it with the help of this subtle state.
Besides, he was quite concerned about the situation of the coffin burial ground. Now that the gods and hell are out of their minds, they would have no time to focus on other things. The burial ground should not be exposed, so this is a good opportunity.
Bai Mo briefly recalled that the reason why he was dragged to the coffin burial ground was because he received some kind of curse in front of Xia Yuxi's door.
In my impression, it was a corpse that would leave muddy footprints. The muddy footprints were just a cover. As long as someone heard three long and two short knocks on the door, it seemed that they would be pulled into the coffin burial ground and locked in a coffin.
Once you die in that place, you will usher in real death.
"A curse..."
The pain caused by the dead night grass is tearing Bai Mo's consciousness apart bit by bit. What he can see is an endless deep darkness. There is no concept of time and space here. It seems that a moment has passed, and countless years have passed. .
Bai Mo didn't know where he was.
He was always alone, with no one to talk to, and could only silently endure this terrible torture like Ling Chi.
Dead night grass is indeed dead night grass.
Even if you are as strong as Bai Mo, you can't guarantee that you will never be lost in this kind of sinking.
However, even though the pain was abnormal, he still remained awake. There was a spark of fire in the darkness that guided all consciousness. Instead of sinking, he was able to control this strange state, endured the severe pain, and began to recall and imitate the time he was pulled. The feeling of being buried in a coffin——
He's restoring that curse.
As the most terrifying taboo, few people know that the black shadow under the white ink is a dark thing carrying a curse, which is extremely terrifying.
Sometimes I think about it, compared to the god who exudes brilliance, he may indeed look more like an out-and-out evil person.
Bai Mo smiled secretly.
There was no concept of time passing in the darkness. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, trying to get closer to that feeling, and the pain continued.
It is clear that he has already adapted to the power of the dead night grass. As long as he is willing, he can absorb it at any time and use it as the fire to ignite the "power of nothing", thereby restoring the power of nothing.
But he didn't do that.
Wu's power is not stable, nor does it belong entirely to Bai Mo himself, otherwise he would have used this power without reservation as early as when he was fighting the God of Destiny.
Besides...
Even if there is only a slight possibility, he will not follow the path arranged by others.
With such persistence, the power of the dead night grass turned into a water knife, cutting the "flesh" inch by inch. His consciousness seemed to have truly become a skeleton that had been completely cut off and executed without any protection.
The pain caused by each round of death night grass penetrates deep into the bone marrow, as if it can make the soul tremble.
The boundless darkness gradually shrank, turning into a black ball that just trapped Bai Mo. He couldn't even relax his body, and he completely lost his freedom while being lonely.
Time seems to have stopped completely.
There is no time, no space, only loneliness.
Such torture is enough to drive anyone crazy.
In the dragon's belly, Yang Yiyi looked at Bai Mo's eyes that were completely filled with black and his trembling body. She held the bottle tightly, with deep worry on her face.
Don’t even use dragon meat powder...
Just when she was at a loss
Suddenly, the blackness in Bai Mo's eyes slowly receded, and the painful expression on his face relaxed.
At the same time, in Bai Mo's consciousness, the black ball surrounding him slowly dissipated, and a dark path appeared in front of him without any warning.
He felt relaxed and knew that he had succeeded. He no longer hesitated and set foot on the path directly.
Of course Bai Mo remembers this road——
It was a long, deep path with no end in sight. It was pitch black ahead and all the light seemed to be swallowed up.
There were two rows of people standing on both sides of the path, one after another, shoulder to shoulder, like a human wall, extending into the darkness along with the path. They all looked numb, like cold corpses.
Bai Mo walked slowly on this path. Every time he moved, the necks of those people would twist an inch. Their movements were extremely stiff, and their eyes always stayed on him.
...It’s exactly the same as when I walked on this road for the first time because of the curse.
When he turned around, there was indeed no way out behind him.
The place we just walked through seemed to be wiped out out of thin air, and the two rows of figures disappeared, leaving only two dense rows of unnamed tombstones, standing in the air, feeling inexplicably desolate.
With no way out, he could only keep moving forward, walking into the unknown darkness ahead.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear something, it was very noisy, there were cries, chants, whispers, unbearable curses, and extremely shrill screams.
All the sounds came from both sides, and seemed to come from the mouths of those corpse-like guys, but they clearly didn't speak.
Everything is the same as before.
Bai Mo couldn't see anything, but his mind once again mapped out a picture of Mo Lake.
It was a scene of ruins and ruins, with countless corpses lying on the ground, most of them mutilated, with angry eyes wide open, as if they were unwilling to die in silence.
The mountains and plains are filled with endless red, blood and fire blending together, and the whole picture is constantly floating, just like the reappearance of the old scene.
Bai Mo was indifferent.
Even though he has woken up, he still cannot remember some things clearly, but this does not affect his judgment -
Just keep walking.
He just walked indifferently, uu reading www.uukanshu.com without any emotion, extremely indifferent, and became a completely different person.
No matter how piercing the screams, no matter how tragic the scene, he never stopped, he just kept walking into the darkness, towards the path that led to no one knows where.
Gradually, I don’t know how long it took.
All the screams disappeared, and the tombstones on both sides disappeared.
The air was eerily still, and all the corpses of those who died innocently and tragically were hidden, but they did not seem to disappear. Instead, they were hiding in the dark and watching him secretly.
In the midst of the dead silence, there was suddenly a bit of light in the darkness ahead. Bai Mo looked dejected, but his steps involuntarily accelerated a bit.
As the road widened, he stopped, seemingly in a daze.
Same as last time.
He first heard a burst of laughter, and then saw a gorgeous white stage.
There are red round tables placed under the stage, the carpet is red, and the chairs are also red. It looks like a wedding scene, very festive.
But the entire stage showed a strange white color, and the curtain dropped like a huge shroud, blocking the most cruel scene.
This time he didn't hesitate at all, walked straight to the stage and opened the curtain.
There is nothing behind the curtain.
Bai Mo didn't know how to describe his mood. There was neither the joy of relief nor the expected sadness.
Perhaps because he acted too eagerly, the next second, the stage suddenly shattered, and his eyes became dark again.
An unpleasant smell came from the tip of my nose. I raised my hand and touched the cold and hard wooden board——
It's a coffin.
Bai Mo knew that he had successfully arrived at the coffin burial site.