"What's the difference!?" Wei He frowned and carefully increased his vigilance.
In such a deep sea place, he could feel the terrifying water pressure anytime and anywhere, squeezing his whole body.
Each square centimeter of skin bears nearly two tons of pressure.
This in itself is a serious weakening of his strength.
Bai Ling, who was on the side, didn't look good at this time. He had used up a lot of his demonic power.
This terrifying pressure puts the two of them to a great test every moment.
That is to say, this kind of pressure is evenly distributed. If it is concentrated, neither of them can withstand such terrifying pressure. They will be exploded in an instant.
Bai Ling's face was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the triangular gate.
"If I remember correctly, the last time I came here, there weren't so many patterns on the door, and there weren't those messy monsters. When did they appear?
And there is still a lot of white water floating around, like mist. But now...it’s like I’ve changed places!”
"Is that what you're talking about?" Wei He glanced at the white water surrounding the gate not far away.
Those water flows are very light and thin, like a white line.
"Yes, but the number is too small." Bai Ling nodded.
He looked around, and although he encountered fewer virtual monsters, such a good thing still made him feel bad.
"All I care about is, can I still go in now?" Wei He said solemnly.
"Try it." Bai Ling nodded.
He took the lead and swam slowly towards the triangular gate. Wei He followed closely behind.
The two of them quietly swam to the gate and stood on it without disturbing any virtual demons.
Bai Ling gently shook the bell hanging on his head, and silent waves spread from the bell in all directions.
"This is a magical bell that I specially made for opening doors. If you shake it in a special way, it can trigger the opening of the door." Bai Ling explained simply.
The fluctuations keep spreading.
Wei He stared at the door below.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
The door didn't move at all.
Wei He looked at Bai Ling, whose expression became even more ugly.
"How about it!?"
Bai Ling shook his head.
"Try again."
He pointed at a large bell on the side of the antlers.
Suddenly the invisible fluctuations became stronger and doubled.
But in this way, his consumption was even greater. Bai Ling was already injured, and now he was consuming a lot of demon power, and he suddenly felt a little unable to bear it.
Click...
Fortunately, this time, the crack in the door finally slowly opened to a line.
In the center of the triangular door, a curved gap slowly opened, and inside was a dark, oily liquid with no sight.
Kaka...
The crack in the door gradually got bigger and bigger.
Bang!!
Suddenly, the door was forcefully pulled open by a huge force coming from inside.
With a loud bang, the triangular door closed completely.
The surging water washed away everything around it.
Wei He and Bai Ling were caught off guard and rolled over. The huge torrent cut off Bai Ling's control over the magic.
"What's going on?!"
Wei He was about to return to the door and stabilize his body, but he saw the two guardians beside the door trembling slowly, and their bodies started to move slowly.
Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
Bai Ling, who was on the side because of his injuries, found that he had to be slower. When he saw the two guardians starting to move, his expression changed, he squeezed the demon power, turned around and suddenly turned into white light, surpassing Wei He, and rushed upward in the blink of an eye.
The surface of the virtual sea.
Because he was too fast, Wei He only ran very far when he felt a white light flashing around him, and then he was overtaken.
‘It’s so fast!?’
He cursed secretly and rushed towards the sea even faster.
The descent is slow, but the return is quite easy.
Wei He's arms seemed to be turned into wind and fire wheels, and only two phantom wheels could be seen, spinning rapidly beside him.
With a swish, he also rushed upward at a terrifying speed.
A few minutes later.
A black figure suddenly flew out of the Xuhai.
Wei He jumped out of the water and made a parabola, accurately hitting the rocky beach on the shore.
He looked around and saw Bai Ling sitting cross-legged with a pale face, seemingly closing his eyes to heal his injuries.
Wei He himself was very tired. It took him a few seconds to recover. His body trembled and all the black shells fell off.
"Hey! What happened to you just now? The door was already open a little, why did it suddenly close!?"
At that last moment, Wei Hehe did not see any other movement. He only saw Bai Ling opening the door, and then suddenly gave up. The door closed with a bang, alerting the gatekeeper.
Then the two of them could only flee in confusion.
"I used all my strength to open the door, but... there was a counterforce inside that was resisting. Finally, the counterforce exploded. I was caught off guard and was forced to close the door."
Bai Ling opened his eyes and said solemnly.
"Reaction force!?" Wei He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that the moment just now was indeed something unusual.
"Is anyone interfering?" He frowned.
"No...it's not like that." Bai Ling shook his head. "It's more like some kind of negative pressure. Because the pressure density on both sides is different, the huge pressure caused by it instantly blocked the door and closed it."
"Moreover." He looked ugly, as if he thought of something more troublesome. "Moreover, I feel that the door... seems to be fading."
"Getting lighter?" Wei He was stunned.
Bai Ling pondered for a moment.
"The door itself is not a creation of our level. It should originally exist in the deep layers of the true world.
It is the special geographical structure of Xuhai and its powerful special power that temporarily protrudes from the depths of the real world.
But just now, I felt that the door was slowly leaving our level.
It's returning to the real world."
He said so many words in one breath, and as his injuries worsened, his face suddenly turned red and blood began to bleed from the corners of his mouth.
Wei He's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.
"Are you injured yet?" He couldn't help but ask out loud. He emphasized the word "huan".
"..." Bai Ling was too lazy to reply. He was the main force opening the door just now, but he suffered a backlash. Now he has been injured more and more, and the burden is too great.
"What should we do now? Is there any other way to get to the suffocation layer?" Wei He asked.
"I don't know." Bai Ling replied with three words, closed his eyes to heal his wounds, and ignored Wei He.
Seeing this, Wei He could only sit down cross-legged and practice his spiritual power, waiting for Bai Ling.
Time passes little by little.
The sky changes from light to dark and soon enters night.
Wei He opened his eyes and glanced at Bai Ling. There was no movement from the other side.
He could only continue to practice again.
According to the standard of the ninety-ninth stage of spiritual power, he has entered the fifth stage, and his spiritual power can initially be compared with that of ordinary spiritual people.
Originally, he planned to change to a spiritual bloodline with better talent, but after the spiritual power was turned on, it was only related to will and consciousness, and had little effect on the bloodline.
To be precise, spiritual talent is not determined by blood, but by the soul.
The really special thing about the Eldar people is their soul.
rather than the heart.
So Wei He didn't bother to replace it.
Time passes day by day.
Ten days later.
Wei He opened his eyes and glanced at Bai Ling beside him.
The other party was still as steady as a mountain, with an unmoving expression, and his body was covered with a thin layer of fine gray.
He exhaled and entered the state of practice again.
Time passes slowly, week by week.
In the blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.
Wei He opened his eyes from practice again and looked at Bai Ling.
Bai Ling remained motionless, even his sitting posture was still the same as before, but his face turned a little red.
It seems that he has recovered.
"Hey, are you okay?" Wei He couldn't help but ask.
"Okay." Bai Ling slowly opened his eyes and exhaled. "Half done."
"..."
Wei He was speechless and looked up at the sky.
He's been in this damn place for three months!
It took three months to recuperate. After such a long time, all the injuries were healed.
"In the end, within three months, you only replied to me half of the time!?"
He couldn't believe it.
"At our level, an injury is like a mountain being injured. The missing part needs to be made up for by a massive amount from the outside world. How can it be so fast?" Bai Ling frowned.
When the environment remains unchanged and there is insufficient external supplementation, we can only rely on such a slow and steady recovery to slowly alleviate the injury.
After all, the demon king level itself is already a collection of huge demon power.
It is not easy to be injured on weekdays, but once injured, recovery is slow.
"Then how long do you have to wait?" Wei He said impatiently, "I can't always wait here for you, right?"
He thought he had been patient for a long time. After waiting for three months, the other party gave him this result?
Bai Ling pondered for a moment and calculated.
"The last time I was injured, it took me fifteen years to recuperate. This time the injury is slightly milder and the time should be shortened a lot."
"How long will it take?" Wei He asked.
"...Three years...maybe." Bai Ling said uncertainly.
"..." Wei He felt that he was completely desperate for this useless demon king.
Three years!
Is this the innate sense of time of the Immortals?
Are these guys with lifespans of more than a thousand years all spending their time casually in years like this?
He felt an evil fire rising in his heart.
My hands are a little itchy and I really want to do something!
I thought that after living in seclusion for decades, I was pretty good at cultivating Qi, but in the end, I almost failed several times in front of this white gazelle.
This guy is really lucky that he didn't catch up with the senior sister.
Otherwise, with his urinary nature, he might be nothing but a pile of bones by now.
"If you can't wait, you can help me think of a way. I can shorten the injury by eating." Bai Ling said solemnly.
"You want me to arrest someone for you!?" Wei He's eyes turned cold.
"I don't eat meat." Bai Ling replied solemnly.
"Then what do you eat?" The coldness in Wei He's eyes disappeared.
"I am the born supreme demon king, and I must not be contaminated with dirty blood." Bai Ling said coldly.
"Then what to eat?" Wei He asked.
"Eating grass." Bai Antelope replied, "The dewdrops on the grass."
"..."
"Every morning, the first ray of sunlight shines on the dew on the leaves of the spirit grass. One thousand pounds of it every day, so that my injury can be recovered as soon as possible." Bai Ling explained.
"How long can it be shortened?" Wei He asked.
"If the supplement is sufficient, two months." Bai Ling replied.
Wei He pondered for a moment. Instead of looking for the other two demon kings to take action, he might as well cooperate with Bai Ling.
First, Bai Ling is a simple guy who seems to be cold, but is actually a bit stupid.
A tendon, going straight forward.
Secondly, he is the only one who has really interacted with Senior Sister.
Therefore, he was the only one with enough motivation to try to open the door and enter the suffocation layer.
But the question now is, where can he find a thousand pounds of dew for this guy?
Or spiritual grass dew?
"What is the spiritual grass you are talking about?" Wei He asked. He had already decided to help.
"There is no more spiritual grass now..." Bai Ling was slightly disappointed.
"..."
Wei He stood up with a fierce look in his eyes.
"What do you want to do!?" Bai Ling was stunned, and then stared at Wei He, with the intention of running away after a disagreement.