Thick black mist shrouded everything around, and it was pitch black in the Demonic Abyss.
He didn't know how long it took, but Linghu Heng's chapped lips wriggled a few times before he managed to open his eyes a thin slit. However, what came face to face was boundless darkness. Even though his eyesight was extraordinary, both eyes could not be opened.
The scenery ten feet away has been lost in the black mist, without a trace of light showing through.
The pain like being burned by fire filled Linghu Heng's entire body. Even if he blinked his eyes, he could clearly feel the pain deep in his nerves. He couldn't help but let out the first moan after waking up. Although
It was not much better than the buzzing of mosquitoes, but he actually heard his own echo!
As his consciousness gradually recovered, he realized that he seemed to be floating on the clouds, his body rising and falling with the cold black mist around him, and he was confused and didn't know where he was drifting.
At this time, a burst of heat came from the sword pouch on his back, and he saw that the "Wufeng" sword had returned to the sword pouch without knowing when, and it faithfully exuded heat to help him resist the coldness of the black mist.
The faint spiritual power in his body slowly flowed through his meridians, protecting his heart and Dantian, and at the same time holding on to his last trace of vitality.
Linghu Heng closed his eyes again and gradually recalled what happened before he fell into coma.
He forcibly activated the "Sword Control Technique of Dang Group Demons". Although the power was astonishing, how could this earth-shattering sword control technique be controlled by him, a small immortal cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? Under the excessive use of spiritual power, the meridians were damaged.
It’s good to be able to keep a little bit of vitality from the backlash from spiritual power!
Linghu Heng thought of the frustrating battle before. A surge of anger and sorrow, like hot lava erupting from a volcano, burned all of Linghu Heng's nerves. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the billowing flow above his head.
The black mist shouted with all his strength: "Why did you frame me..."
The strong echo echoed back and forth in my ears, constantly repeating: "...False me...False me..."
After Linghu Heng finished venting, his eyes were dull, like a deflated skin, floating motionlessly up or down with the black mist...
His seven orifices were shaken by this, and red blood flowed out, but he seemed to be numb, and all that came to his mind were Yang Zhishuang's graceful figure and pure and flawless smile.
The love at first sight when we first went to the Ancient Sword Mountain, the hand-in-hand fight at the Nalan Mansion, the persistence in the Ten Thousand Swords Tower, the unknown identity at the competition, and then the agreement for three lives... these scenes are like a fairy tale.
The sharp blade severely stung Linghu Heng's heart.
And he knew that he might be trapped in the Demonic Abyss forever in his life and would never be able to get out. Thinking of this, Linghu Heng couldn't help but feel despair.
A hot teardrop silently overflowed from the corner of Linghu Heng's dull eyes, slid down his face, was quickly chilled by the black mist, and dripped into the endless darkness.
Linghu Heng looked around blankly, and suddenly thought: "Is this the Demonic Abyss? Why is it so wide? Will I ever see the light of day again in this life?..."
He has never been a person who bowed to fate. A persistent belief rose from the bottom of his heart: "I can't die, Shuang'er is still waiting for me, I want to leave this ghost place!"
With the support of this belief, he quickly sorted out his messy thoughts and understood that if he wanted to go out, he must take good care of his injuries. He first tried to activate the spiritual power in his Dantian, and after a while, he slowly
I got a weak response, less than 1% of the usual one. This is naturally the sequelae of forcing the "Sword Control Technique to Dangle Groups of Demons". It is lucky to be able to keep the soul alive, and the rest can only be done step by step.
Come.
What Linghu Heng didn't know was that if it hadn't been for the strange red light suddenly shrouding him after he fell into the abyss, he might have turned into a pile of bones at this moment. How could he be so famous in the Demonic Abyss?
What he can bear? It's just that the temporary loss of his special eyes' powers won't even heal the external injuries on his body.
Linghu Heng tried to activate the special pupils several times, but there was no response. He knew that it would not be an option if he continued to use it like this, so he had to give up. He was afraid that using too much force would aggravate the injury, so he did not dare to move. He slowly reached out to take out the seal from his arms.
The healing elixir that the speaker gave him earlier.
The movements that were usually extremely simple were as difficult as climbing to the sky for Linghu Heng. Every move of his arm would inevitably cause unbearable pain. He never refused to admit defeat and gritted his teeth to hold on, but there was blood oozing from his forehead.
Cold sweat broke out, and the wet blood stains blurred his face. When the cold wind blew, it was like falling into a thousand-year-old ice cellar.
It took almost two sticks of incense for Linghu Heng to touch the bottle of life-saving elixir. With his trembling right hand, he poured out the elixir with difficulty and quickly put it into his dry mouth. The cool elixir
The medicine immediately turned into a sweet and cool nectar and flowed down the burning throat.
Linghu Heng was refreshed and felt that he had never tasted such a sweet and refreshing taste. He quickly stuffed the remaining elixir and put it in his arms, waiting for the elixir to take effect.
After a while, he felt a warmth rising in his Dantian, slowly spreading throughout his body, which directly alleviated the pain all over his body. After the burning sensation subsided, a cool feeling appeared instead.
It feels like soaking in a clear spring.
Linghu Heng knew that the power of the elixir was already taking effect, and he did not dare to neglect it. He crossed his knees with difficulty and entered into a completely selfless meditation.
The meridians like a dry river bed were slowly re-injected with gurgling spiritual energy, which began to circulate endlessly along the circumference. In the Dantian, which was almost exhausted, true energy began to slowly accumulate, although it was weak.
, but it was enough to make Linghu Heng extremely happy.
Surrounded by heavy black mist, there was no sun or moon. I don’t know how long it took before Linghu Heng opened his eyes again, but he could still only see a distance of three feet away. Linghu Heng knew in his heart that the strange pupils had recovered slightly.
After a little understanding, he also understood that without the support of spiritual power, his strange eyes were just decoration.
Although the injuries on his body had been relieved, the throbbing pain still hit him from time to time, almost drowning him in endless pain. Even though Linghu Heng had a strong nerve, he still found it unbearable.
He reluctantly stood up, only to find that his feet were so soft that he could not bear any strength, but could not sink down. It was as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton. The strong contrast made him feel sick.
Linghu Heng looked at the surrounding scene and found that he was standing on a cloud of black mist, like leaves floating on the lake, but he didn't understand why it didn't sink.
He tried to activate his spiritual sense to search, but he didn't expect that he felt an inexplicable resistance just less than three feet away. The black mist seemed to contain an incomparable power, and even his divine sense could not penetrate it.
It's like running into cotton.
Linghu Heng was even more confused and even asked himself: "Is this really the Demonic Abyss? Or is this already the Abi Hell?"
He thought about it over and over, but couldn't come up with any answer, and instead became even more confused.
Linghu Heng assumed that he was really in the Demonic Abyss, how could he get out? The only way was to fly upward! After making up his mind, he raised his spiritual power and flew upward. But before he reached ten feet, he felt the spiritual power.
Unfortunately, I was covered in sweat.
Linghu Heng didn't want to show off, lest he injure himself, so he had no choice but to sit down again and meditate.
When his spiritual power recovered slightly, he ascended again, but the black mist seemed to be really endless. He didn't know how many times the cycle had repeated. Linghu Heng had long been unable to judge how far he had ascended and how much he had spent.
Day and night, but the front is still pitch black. If it were another person, he might have gone insane and given up on himself. But Linghu Heng has a strong nerve, so how can he give up the hope in his heart? Ascending day after day, although there is no hope,
But he had repaired his injuries to a great extent.
What surprised him was that he couldn't hear any other sounds for such a long time. The surroundings were so silent that even the wind became the cutest sound he could hear. It was a good thing that he had tried retreat, otherwise he would
Already gone crazy.
Apart from ascension and luck healing, what Linghu Heng thought about most was Yang Zhishuang. But strangely, his hatred for Yaolao, Lingyao and Lingyu did not seem to be so unforgettable. He even felt that in this dead world,
Even if Gongsun Wei, the lord of Lingtian Palace whom he hates the most, could stand in front of him at this moment and say a few words to him, it would be great.
On this day, Linghu Heng tried his best again and soared dozens of feet upwards. The black mist under his feet began to thin gradually, but the top of his head was still pitch black, with no trace of light visible.
He raised his head and thought: "Although the sun and moon have not been seen, it must have been more than half a month, right? In this way, it has soared more than three hundred feet, and has already surpassed Gujian Mountain. However, except for the black mist, it is still
Black mist!"
"Is this really a devil's abyss? But where is the devil? If it is a hell, it should have a bull's head and a horse's face, and there should be ghosts and ghosts!"
Linghu Heng continued to think: "First, Ling Tiangong killed my parents, and then my adoptive father died for me. Ling Tiangong framed me, causing me and Shuang'er to separate. The old Taoist priest, a big man, I don't know where to hide, the tall and short old man
You didn’t stand up for me. Now, has God abandoned me? He locked me up in this ghost place that is darker and more silent than hell. Not even one of my enemies has been seen!”
The more Linghu Heng thought about it, the more excited he became. The resentment and sorrow that had been buried in his heart for many days began to surge in his head. Suddenly, he used all his strength to shout sharply towards the endless black mist: "What are the ways of heaven, what are the three thousand avenues, they are all...
What a lie! What is my crime? Why am I locked up in this hellish place? Why is no one answering me? Why is it so unfair!!!"
Excited roars were echoing, and Linghu Heng became more and more excited as he screamed: "For God's sake, for God's sake, for God's sake, if you have eyes, just open your dog's eyes and see what kind of world this is!!!"
"Why do I have to suffer so much? Why do I never harm others, but others separate my relatives and lovers one by one? Why do they all use the banner of deceiving the world and stealing their reputation, and you never give them any punishment?"
"You can't keep your dog's eyes open, can you? Are you dead? Or are you afraid of seeing me? Are you just like those hypocrites, throwing me into this hell that never sees the light of day?"
Linghu Heng seemed to want to spit out all the resentment in his heart. His heart was touched, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't bother to wipe it, and pulled out the "Wufeng" sword. He sneered and said: "Shit, God, did you hear that? No.
Hiding in the shell like a tortoise, come out and let's meet! You won't come out? Then let me use the fairy sword in my hand to pierce the sky and smash the earth! So that everyone will know that you are deceiving the world and stealing your reputation, hypocritical and despicable
Coward!!!" He was so excited that he waved the fairy sword randomly, as if he was facing that bullshit God.
The echo kept ringing, and it was unclear what he was shouting. When he finished the last sentence, he suddenly heard a harsh laugh: "Haha, scream, scream, even if your throat is broken.
, and no one will care about you!"
Linghu Heng was startled, stood up with his sword in hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Who is laughing at me?" (To be continued)