It wasn't until they stood on the edge of the pit that the group of people truly realized how terrifying the Ascended Feather Realm monks who could be called half-immortals were. Standing at the top of the city and looking at the huge pit from a distance, the depth was actually quite deep. At that time, Xi Huan was deep underground.
, they were able to escape only with the help of the ghostly transformation of the mountain-moving Rakshasa. On the basis of the deep hole dug by Honghu Ancestor with brute force, the distance was deepened by nearly a hundred feet. Two strong men with half-immortal strength were forced into Changjun.
On the bank of the Huaihe River, manpower dug a sinkhole no less impressive than that in central Sichuan.
The phrase "moving mountains and seas" when applied to these mountain immortals is by no means an exaggeration.
Shrouded in the dark night, the bottom of the pit was pitch black, and all one could hear was the sound of the river water flowing backwards and leaning toward the bottom of the pit on the cliff on the other side.
Xi Huan took a rough look and found that due to the battle and the influence of the mountain-moving Rakshasa, the walls of the pit were rugged and uneven. It was not easy to walk to the bottom of the pit easily.
In addition, it was dark at night and it was difficult to see the actual situation below. It was really like looking for a needle in a haystack to rashly enter the bottom of the pit filled with mud and water to look for clues.
Wang Linghuan glanced at the bottom of the pit. Although her cultivation level was not high, it was not difficult to climb up and down such terrain. She just thought of following the two people beside her to fish for mud from the bottom of the pit like a headless fly.
, the Taoist nun who always looks neat and tidy couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
"Don't you have any clues? It's okay to go down, but you have to have a direction, right?" Wang Linghuan frowned.
On the contrary, Ah Qing, who had a higher level of cultivation, took a look at the bottom of the pit that was invisible due to the light, swallowed anxiously, pulled the corner of Xi Huan's clothes and retreated: "Master...
.It looks inexplicably scary down here... Why don't I wait for you up there..."
The young man stood silent. When the demon girl saw that her master was silent, she thought he was angry. She quickly raised her head and took a look. It didn't matter. A Qing, who had just gotten used to Xi Huan's dark eyes, was suddenly stunned.
There was another buzzing sound in her head, and she felt half cold. Even Wang Linghuan realized something was wrong and came over to take a look.
In the sight of the two of them, a pair of the boy's eyes completely disappeared, and only fresh granules were still squirming in the empty blood hole. Xi Huan stood there, looking like he didn't realize that his organs were missing, and opened his mouth blankly.
Keep staring at the bottom of the pit.
"Hey, Xi Huan, are you okay?" Wang Linghuan bravely patted Xi Huan.
It didn't matter if he didn't pat him. The Taoist nun's soft palm patted the young man's back. The young man's body, which was standing like a puppet, suddenly lost his balance. He fell lightly at the touch and fell straight into the pit.
Wang Linghuan let out a sigh and tried her best to remedy the situation. She stretched out her hand and threw it into the air. Then, without thinking, she jumped towards the fallen Xi Huan.
Ah Qing was left standing alone, gritting her teeth as she remembered. The figure of the Taoist nun followed the boy and was submerged in the darkness. The frightening feeling in the heart of the demon girl standing alone next to the pit became more and more serious. In the end, she had no choice but to
, he closed his eyes and fell into the pit.
On the way down, Xi Huan could clearly feel that the light around him was dissipating, and the unusual darkness was rising rapidly from all sides. It was obviously only a few dozen feet deep, but it took the young man a full stick of incense to fall in the air.
Xi Huan wanted to scold someone for his restless hands. The moment he stood on the edge of the pit and stared at the bottom of the pit, the bizarre scenes he saw in the broken Changjun City came to mind again, and even his body was stunned.
There was a moment of stiffness.
"Wang Linghuan! You usually look quite weak, but your strength in shooting people is not small!" Xi Huan cursed secretly. At this moment, the feeling of weightlessness around him stopped for an instant, and then after a brief suspension in the air, the space reversed.
He fell in the opposite direction.
As he continued to "rise", the familiar sense of pressure came from above. Xi Huan forced himself to turn his head. As he continued to fall, the fragmented Changjun City hanging in the air slowly emerged above.
Looking down at the entire city from his perspective, the landing point at this time is in the middle of the city, and that point is at the center of the city. In reality, Xi Huan has no impression. At this moment, it has been completely shattered into a gap in the void. Through that
There are gaps in it, and twinkling stars can be faintly seen dotted between them.
The expected landing did not come as expected. The young man, whose body was still stiff, stopped again halfway through the fall. The burden of repeated weightlessness on his body made his heart tremble.
Under the heavy pressure on his brain, he was confused and saw a huge golden vertical eye opening in the black space in front of him. Thousands of black tentacles were intertwined in the golden pupils of the sky, forming a vast golden galaxy.
Under the gaze of that pupil, Xi Huan gradually felt that he had become a tiny speck of dust, floating in the void.
The gaze belonging to that golden pupil is silent, flowing like the eternal river of time. Being in it, Xi Huan can clearly feel the flow of time on his body.
That intoxicating sense of time made Xi Huan feel a chill.
"No, I have to run away quickly." As the sinking sense of disappearance spread, Xi Huan was extremely sober at this time. In the midst of his mental devastation, Xi Huan could feel that except for this body, his soul began to gradually become indifferent.
.
"I will die of old age..." The young man did not expect that he would end up in this way. In this space, he could not have any contact with the outside world. Under the gaze of the giant golden eye
, the only feeling at this time is that I am just like a speck of dust, helpless and at the mercy of others.
In this desperate struggle, consciousness begins to dissipate with the fading of the soul. It is a sense of separation that sinks into the depths of the calm sea. It is a natural law that all things cannot escape.
The last scene was of the golden pupil between heaven and earth beginning to slowly close, and the flowing time also ended.
"Hey, wake up!"
There was a burning pain on his face. Xi Huan opened his eyes and saw Wang Linghuan fanning his cheek hard. He was so angry that he was finally able to move his muscles and bones, and reached out to grab Wang Linghuan's palm that was about to fall.
When the Taoist nun saw that the young man had woken up, his pair of dark, empty eyes were staring straight at her, not caring about the knee-deep muddy water beneath her body, and she let go of the young man's hand in disgust at those eyes.
As a result, Xi Huan suddenly fell into the muddy water and sat up straight, still covered in mud.
The Taoist nun was a little embarrassed and said: "Hey, what, your eyes look a bit scary now, I couldn't hold it back, please forgive me."
Xi Huan had a dark face, resisting the urge to curse and reached out to touch his eyeballs. He found that his eyes had disappeared, but he still maintained normal vision. He was no longer surprised and said flatly.
After seeing that huge golden pupil, it was now difficult for him to have emotional ups and downs about some weird things. In the hallucination just now, he had already died completely.
The indifference of the rest of his life after the disaster made him less dissatisfied with Wang Linghuan. Looking around, there was nothing strange about the scene at the bottom of the pit, except for the splashing muddy water and the uneven pit walls.
"What can be worth seeing in a place like this?" Wang Linghuan looked around,
Xi Huan just glanced at it twice, then turned around and prepared to climb upwards, leaving an inexplicable sentence: "You have seen what you need to see, go back."
The Taoist nun didn't know what kind of medicine he bought in the gourd, so she waded after him through the muddy water and asked, "What did you see? Tell me carefully."
The young man was very worried, still immersed in the scene just now, and said in a low voice: "I can't explain it, but it is something bad anyway. It would be better for us to leave here this morning."
As he was about to climb up the slope, Wang Linghuan wanted to argue with him. At this time, a black shadow rolled down from above and rolled past the feet of the two of them.
Xi Huan, who had quick eyes and quick hands, reached out and fished it out. He looked closely and saw that it was a familiar skull of a mountain god. Looking carefully towards the slope, he could faintly hear the sigh of a girl.
It seems that Ah Qing failed to look at her feet when she was falling, and she stumbled, rolled and fell all the way to the bottom of the pit.
Looking at the bone-white skull in his hand that was not stained by dirt, Xi Huan fell into deep thought. At the bottom of the pit behind him, a cold wind blew past, and the air was like a gossamer, but the young man could clearly feel a chill on his back.
"Miss Wang!" Xihuan suddenly turned his head and grabbed Wang Linghuan's arm. The Taoist nun looked displeased because of the force, but Xihuan ignored her expression of confusion and said aggressively: "You Honghu Mountain Viewers, except that
Ancestor Honghu, what level has the monk at the highest level reached now?"
Wang Linghuan looked slightly angry and said, "Why are you asking this? This is a sect secret."
As she said this, she shook off the hand stretched out by the nagging young man. Xi Huan stared at the bottom of the pit behind him, and said in a weak tone: "Because the level of your sect's realm is high or not, it depends on whether the aura is released at this moment."
Can Ah Qing be attractive enough to make "it" think that among us at the bottom of the pit, there is a Xumi Realm monk with the highest strength in Changjun City..."
Wang Linghuan was slightly startled when she heard this, and then realized a certain fatal coincidence. When Xi Huan said this, even the careless Taoist nun could feel the cold wind blowing on her back.
"I... the one who is currently known to be the strongest in our mountain view is my master. If there is no accident or concealment, his cultivation level is only around the ninth floor.
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Xi Huan said in surprise: "Climb to the ninth floor of the Tower Realm! Are you not as strong as my Yue'er?"
"What else? Have you been on the mountain for a long time and have no idea about the level of the monks down the mountain?" Wang Linghuan was still able to maintain her composure on the matter of breaking up at this time. She said politely: "The monks in Zhongzhou are not like the three monks in the north.
The monks in Zhongzhou are famous for their fighting prowess, not to mention our Honghu Mountain Temple, which can barely be regarded as a mid-level sect in Zhongzhou. The world is so big that there are not many registered monks in the Xumi realm. Those who are below the Xumi realm
The top three people in the upper three realms of the Climbing Tower Realm are already the most outstanding ones. My master has the strength of the Ninth Floor. Not to mention starting a sect, it is completely enough to serve as the leader of a mountain temple here, and it is not anyone.
They are all as talented as your Miss Bai."
Wang Linghuan lowered her tone. During the journey of practicing Taoism, the scenery on the road was far less magnificent than the top of the mountain. She practiced hard for three years, and finally stayed on the third floor for a long time. On the other hand, Bai Bai was probably younger than her.
Yuekui is already a sword cultivator with a cultivation level above the tenth floor. Not only is the gap between people good, but once it is mentioned, the gap cannot be eliminated after all.
Xi Huan, who was on the side, had no time to comfort the Taoist nun's sad mood, and began to climb towards the top of the mountain. As he walked, he called Wang Linghuan and said: "Don't worry about it for now. Even if Ah Qing is a paper tiger, she is still in the Sumeru realm."
Paper tiger, let’s evacuate this place quickly, Ah Qing!”
Fortunately, the demon girl was still lying on the spot unharmed. When Xi Huan walked in, she smiled shyly when she saw her master, and quickly got up from the ground.
"Put it on." Xi Huan said and handed the mountain god's skull to the girl. The moment she took the skull, the girl looked past the boy's figure and saw the dark pit behind her.
Seeing that the girl couldn't move her hands, Xi Huan realized that something was wrong. Even behind him, the Taoist nun's exclamations could be heard. The surrounding wind began to flow towards the pit, as if another gap opened at the bottom of the pit, frantically absorbing the outside world.
of everything.
As the light brightened and dimmed, the boy in the strong wind could feel the gaze cast by the huge golden pupil behind him without even turning around, scanning the three of them one by one.
"Don't look at it!" Xi Huan shouted with all his strength, but there was no one around him to respond. Xi Huan, who didn't dare to look back, looked at the girl in front of him tremblingly. The look on Ah Qing's face was exactly the same as his just now. This time, she was insignificant.
The feeling of powerlessness arises when facing the people around you, but you are unable to help.
The boy's heart felt completely cold from head to toe, and his back had begun to feel numb and unconscious. In the world at the bottom of the pit, time paused for an unknown period of time. The three of them remained in a stiff posture, trapped in place.
With a vague concept of time, Xi Huan didn't know how much time had passed. What surprised him was that this time the feeling of soul disappearing did not appear. As time went by, even though he did not look back, he still felt the presence behind him.
The golden pupil slowly closed.
The beating of his heart accelerated at this moment, and it wasn't until the cold wind completely dissipated from behind that Xi Huan's legs softened and he fell onto the slope.
Looking at Ah Qing and Wang Linghuan, both looked covered in cold sweat.
The three of them gasped for air as if they had survived the catastrophe, and Xi Huan exclaimed: "Did you all see it?"
The two girls remained silent and nodded silently. A-Qing said intermittently: "Master, I have a feeling... it's because 'it' doesn't like me."
"you mean?"
Ah Qing confirmed: "A great monk in the Xumi realm, in the eyes of 'it', is not even considered a plate of wine and food."