Chapter 146 The third world and the white-haired kid
In the process of getting along with the unknown God of Fujin, Qiao Xi has discovered her own weaknesses.
It is undeniable that because of his long survival time, Qiao Xi's own demonic energy or spiritual power far exceeds that of the big monsters with names. However, in terms of real combat power, after what happened before, Qiao Xi feels that it is
Some are unsatisfactory.
——To put it in layman’s terms, it’s probably that given the same spiritual power, it’s no surprise that he will be the loser.
But even if she realizes this and decides to practice, Qiao Xi is actually not particularly nervous.
First, under normal circumstances, there are really very few beings who can match his spiritual power - except for the gods on the Gao Tianyuan and a few special beings, but to be fair, the possibility that he will conflict with them to the point of having to use force is almost impossible.
Secondly, given his current situation, the most indispensable thing is probably time. He has enough time to gradually improve this shortcoming of his.
With this thought in mind, Qiao Xi came to the place that was legendary among monsters.
Huangquan refers to a river in the underworld. Of course, it can often be used to refer to the place where people live after death.
According to Qiao Xi's understanding of the setting of this world, the underworld is the underworld, where there are various monsters, gods and envoys who manage the souls of the dead.
Qiao Xi had been to the underworld once before, but this was the second time he came here. Looking at the scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a magical feeling in his heart.
The main reason is that the scenery of this place really challenges people's scientific outlook. Alas, even though Qiao Xi himself has become a non-human being, science has long since ceased to exist for him.
Well, this question is not important now. What is important is the purpose of Qiao Xi coming here.
People usually refer to the human world as "this world" and the underworld as "the other world", and wandering in the gap between this world and the next world, there is another world - without a specific name or even a general situation.
His existence will never be known to anyone. He learned about its existence from the owner of Underworld the last time he came to Underworld.
Qiao Xiyou silently called it the "Third World" in his heart.
The feeling of passing through the barrier was a bit indescribable. Qiao Xi personally felt that it only took a short time to close his eyes. When he opened them again, everything that appeared in front of him was simply the environment he had imagined as the best place for practice.
The yellow soil dyed red with blood, the corpses stacked up in layers, the blood flowers blooming on the chests, red, black and yellow intertwined, winding and spreading on the ground, the broken long knife blade rolled, the blood and gun smoke
The smell is in the air.
Qiao Xi couldn't help but open her eyes wide and raised her head. The sky seemed to be lowered by the setting sun. Vultures were circling in the air, and the sad cry of crows could be heard from an unknown place.
He realized almost instantly that this was a battlefield.
The strong smell of blood filled the nostrils, making Qiao Xi, who had always lived in the fragrance of vegetation, raise a folding fan to cover her nose.
As a god, even if he doesn't want to, he can still clearly see the souls floating around on the battlefield.
Qiao Xi's eyes swept over the surrounding ghosts one by one, either kneeling down and crying, looking around blankly, or even confused, still waving the long knife and seemingly immersed in the fight.
The spiritual power was stimulated.
——Even the warriors who died on the battlefield, to Qiao Xi, they still have the right to become Buddhas.
Although Qiao Xi was not very proficient in the skill of sending the dead to become Buddhas, because the number of ghosts in the place was relatively large, after sending away a wave of ghosts, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became very relaxed.
The sky dyed with an unknown red is dotted with white glimmers, not dazzling, but very gentle.
Qiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief, raised her fan nervously yet relaxedly, turned around, and then met a pair of dark red eyes.
If in Qiao Xi's impression, Mrs. Xingxiangzi's eyes were as red and clear as if they were washed out of blood, then the eyes in front of her were always soaked in blood and belonged to the eyes of an evil ghost.
Qiao Xi's fingertips holding the folding fan couldn't help but move slightly.
He soon realized that the eyes he thought were evil spirits actually belonged to a half-year-old child - a white-haired child holding a long sword that had been curled.
Their eyes met, and a wolf-like look flashed across the child's eyes for a moment, greedy and full of malice.
The next second, he opened his mouth to Qiao Xi's surprise: "Hey, are you... a god?"
As the child said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his long hair hung down from his forehead, hiding all the expressions on his face in the shadow of the hair, making Qiao Xi confused for a moment.
Express the original meaning of this sentence.
However, even so, he paused and still gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."
The malice on the child was actually very obvious, but Qiao Xi was not sure whether the malice on him was directed at the battlefield in front of him or at himself, so after giving a positive answer, Qiao Xi pinched the tip of the knife that the child was stabbing at.
For a moment, there was a strange and subtle feeling in my heart that "it's true."
The kid really wanted to stab Qiao Xi in the heart, but unfortunately, even in good condition, he was no match for Qiao Xi, not to mention that after a fierce battle, he was already at the end of his strength.
Qiao Xi caught the unconscious child. At the same time, a strong will burst out from the child and surged towards him.
The desire mixed with complex emotions was like a roaring river, and the pure hope in it made Qiao Xi freeze in place for a moment.
--Do not understand.
The knife that stabbed him clearly had the momentum of no return, but in his heart, he was making a request to the gods that was completely opposite to his actions.
——Qiao Xi doesn’t understand.
only……
"Xiaosheng has truly heard your wish."
"Then...as you wish."
Qiao Xi responded to the child's wish, held the child in her arms, and then stood there feeling worried.
——Looking around are battlefields, but I am completely unfamiliar with this place.
This is very embarrassing.
The only living person in front of him who could speak obviously didn't have a good impression of him for some unknown reason - more importantly, he was still in a coma, and all the ghosts around him were in a state of confusion.