The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 44: Is that you? Your Majesty

The stars are farther away, there is no light, and there is darkness all around, and there is no sound. Those ordinary monsters such as generation sequence, half-tail, etc. did not know where they were for a long time. They wanted to come far enough away from the space crack of the Tianhuo Industrial Base, and would not be able to pass to cause trouble for the fleet in a short time.

The problem now is that the dozen or so broods seem to have the ability to pass through space for a short time in the sea of ​​dark things. The speed is very slow, but it is difficult for him to get rid of, or that can’t be rid of for a long time, those broods Will catch up again, such as this time.

The dark energy in the sea of ​​dark objects is smaller than blood thumbs, smaller than spores, and exists like neutrinos. It stands to reason that neither the ascendant nor the monitoring equipment can perceive it, but it is cold and extinguished. The aura full of destroying desire gave him a sense of existence, and he was moved by the tentacles of those mother's nests, as if it turned into a black wind, gently blowing his monk's clothes.

The robe is light and fluttering, gradually torn, like a flower in the process of withering.

The Huanxi monk quietly looked at the invisible dark world, raised his right hand and slowly moved a rosary.

This action seems ordinary, but it's a bit like pulling a lighter, and there seems to be a crackling sound in the empty and silent universe.

More than three hundred golden flames ejected from his body, passed through the tattered monk's clothes, and instantly rolled into a golden fireball in the gravity-free universe, wrapping him up and blocking the dark breeze , And at the same time burned to death the blood thumbs and spores hidden in the gaps in the monk's clothes.

Those burnt blood thumbs and spores fell like dust on the Nirvana, and then were sucked in by the surface of the slow-moving metal plate, and entered the side grid in the middle, deepening the black gold inside. colour.

"It's already far, think of a way to come back." Huanxi Monk's divine sense sounded the voice of Zeng. I don't know how the seventh-generation saint of Yimaozhai did it, and he was able to send the message like this. Far away, but also a completely different world.

The gaze of the Huanxi Monk passed through the burning golden fireballs and landed on the broods that were approaching again, and responded: "These broods have more obvious self-awareness than we have seen before, indicating that they may have command. Person."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. He still firmly believes that Xue Ji is here.

Yes, he left the Battleship Lieyang, passed through the cracks in the space under the sight of millions of sights, and came into this dangerous dark world. Apart from taking away the troublesome beasts, his real purpose is to think To find Xue Ji in the sea of ​​dark things.

He wants to find her, help her, and then surrender to her.

There is no space mark in this dark world, and he can't know his position. Naturally, he can't talk about any direction, but he has never deviated.

The problem is that it has been a while since I came to the Sea of ​​Dark Things, and he didn't find any traces left by Xue Ji. Shouldn't I kill one of the broods in front of me and try to get her attention? The Huanxi monk quickly denied his thoughts. A brood like this ordinary level is no different from the ants to your majesty. It does not make any sense to kill them. If you can kill another one here. Maybe it's still useful.

With this thought, he continued to march towards the depths of the sea of ​​dark things, and the broods naturally followed. Just like this, floating in the sea of ​​dark things, I don't know if I have been floating for a few days. Zeng Ju's voice never sounded again, indicating that he has really left the human world, and I don't know if he has a chance to go back.

This kind of ordinary brood can't threaten Huanxi Monk. The real trouble is the sea of ​​dark matter itself. Dark energy impregnates the golden body and attacks the Zen mind all the time. Even if he is the ancestor of Zen, his mind is like a stone, and he has Buddha's fire protection, he has seen many phantoms.

The descriptions or speculations of the Chaotian Continent's practice world about the extraterritorial celestial devil are justified.

Monk Huanxi found himself on Moqiu's official road. There were no patients on both sides of the official road to seek medical advice, only the hungry lying lying in the deserted fields, because at that time there was no Guocheng Temple, he had not studied medicine, and naturally there was no medical monk.

The next moment he found himself on the battlefield in the northwest. The court's army was fighting against the thieves near Lengshan, and there were some evil cultivators and orthodox sect masters fighting in the distant mountains. He held the heavy power. The general, however, could only look at it from a distance, and did not dare to take a step there.

Next he became a swordsman. On the battlefield, the enlightened general concealed his name, but he wanted to go to Qingshan to learn kendo but was exposed by the immortal master of Nansong Pavilion. Fortunately, Qingshan sword master did not pity him easily, so he did not punish him, let him leave on his own, and gave him an introduction book. Sword Sutra.

Afterwards, he went to the Qianli Wind Corridor and walked with the willow tree in the strong wind like a knife for a long time before he walked to the few thatched cottages. Until many years later, he couldn't understand why the wind there was so strong, why the lotus on the lake pressed his skirt so tightly?

The teacher soared. He left Yimaozhai and went to many places. Finally, he returned to Moqiu and built a temple.

The starving people and the poor on both sides of the Moqiu Official Road were replaced by helpers from various states and counties, and the official road was full of carriages.

There were more and more medical monks in Guocheng Temple, and he could finally rest for a while, and then went to Baicheng to resist the beast tide of Snow Country, and lived for hundreds of years.

After a long period of two thousand years, he returned to Guocheng Temple, sat on the spot, became a Buddha in a golden body, and came here.

According to the book, Guocheng Temple is still the Guocheng Temple, Yimaozhai is still the Yimaozhai, and the small temple in Baicheng also has descendants. There is one of his towers in the Pagoda Forest of Guocheng Temple. Although there is no ashes in it, it is of course placed in the forefront and best position.

All this made him very pleased.

Of course he knew that all of this was an illusion.

It's just that there is no audience in the sea of ​​dark things, no readers, and he doesn't need to say this sentence.

He has always felt that he is a farmer in the field, but luck is better, and he has met many noble people who are willing to help him. The description of this aspect in the illusion is too little, and it is not clear, which shows that he thought of it himself, not an objective fact.

He opened his eyes and woke up, the golden flames gushing out again, pushing the nests farther away.

The Buddha also has fire. With these fires, he can drift in the sea of ​​dark things for a long time. Because of the great Nirvana under his feet, this time lasts for hundreds of years. The problem is that the universe is vast and the sea is endless. When can I find Xue Ji?

Now he is far away from the crack in space, and he doesn’t know which direction to go back from. If Xue Ji still cannot be found, he can only float here, just like swimming in the sea under the thick ice. , Only if you are extremely lucky to find an exit can you emerge to the surface, otherwise one day you will suffocate.

This situation reminded him of many, many years ago, when the number of doctors and monks in Guocheng Temple exceeded two hundred, and he hadn’t rested for more than 70 consecutive days, and finally treated the seriously ill patients on both sides of the Moqiu official road. After the treatment was over, or sent away, I suddenly found that the court and Zhongzhou sent more injuries.

Those wounds were like tides, and once again filled the fields outside the Guocheng Temple, he was a little puzzled when he was exhausted. After asking a few times, he realized that there was a beast tide on the snowy field, he thought. This is not a solution, the animal tide should be solved first, so he went to Baicheng.

In Baicheng, he killed a lot of Snow Country monsters, including those powerful humanoid guards, but found that these monsters were born between ice and snow, and they were almost endless. Even if he stayed here forever, he couldn’t kill them completely. The solution should be to solve Xue Ji first, so he went to the ice peak.

Unsurprisingly, he was defeated by Xue Ji’s Xiao Yuan, and his golden body was broken without even seeing the other person’s face. The Zen heart will be broken, and he will be beaten up from the ice peak. He doesn’t know in the sky. After flying for many miles, it landed on the sea of ​​snow in the extreme north, penetrated the thick ice layer, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

When he woke up in the sea, he had already sunk to the deepest seabed—the golden body had great benefits, and naturally there were some inconveniences.

I can touch the sand with my hand, but the roughness is not very clear because it is too deep and the sea is too cold.

His injury was too serious to use Skyeye, and all he saw was darkness.

After resting on the bottom of the sea for a few days, he slowed down a little bit and tried to float up. It took a long time to get to the surface of the sea, only to find that there was an endless side cover above it, and now he couldn’t break it at all. open.

After trying a few times, he sensibly chose to give up and just floated under the ice, allowing the sea to walk with him.

He didn't need to breathe. He just floated under the ice for many days. His face became paler and more and more wrinkled on the surface, and he even looked like the face of Shen Yunbuy that Tong Yan saw when he broke through the black battleship. Of course, he at that time and at this time did not know the scene.

At that time, he was only thinking of one word.

So strong.

Snow Ji is so strong.

Since then, he rarely calls that person by Xue Ji, and prefers to call her the queen.

Or Your Majesty.

Or Her Majesty the Queen.

Floating, floating, floating, his pride and self-confidence... just like that.

He was pushed by the ocean current like a floating corpse, rubbing against the ice, and getting deeper and deeper to the north of the snowy sea.

The ice layer is getting thicker and thicker, even tens of feet thick, and his pale and deformed face can no longer be seen from above. He can no longer see the light on the ice, and the world [] becomes dark again, as if it is back to the bottom of the sea.

His injury has not deteriorated, nor has he improved, and he has no power to break through the ice. If he floats like this, he will die one day.

Like him floating in the sea of ​​dark things at this time.

One day he suddenly saw a light in front of the dark world.

The desire to survive and the aura in the dark drew him to regenerate the spirit, and tried to swim over there.

The light is really sky light.

A crack that seemed to have formed naturally appeared in the ice layer tens of feet thick, but everyone knew that it could not have formed naturally.

The Huanxi monk floated to the bottom edge of the crack, reached out his hand to climb the ice block, summoned Nirvana with his last spirit, and then lay down.

The Big Nirvana swayed him towards the ice, like an old and thin dying horse.

With a light slap, Nirvana fell on the ice, smashing out some icy debris. It took him a long time to slow down, and he turned and looked at the sky, his face just showing a surviving smile, instantly replaced by extremely complex emotions.

There is a snow-capped mountain in the sky, not the lonely ice peak in the depths of the snowfield, or a very ordinary, not very high snow-capped mountain with a cliff on the side of the mountain.

Snow Ji stood on the edge of the cliff, condescending, looking at him quietly.

He never saw Xue Ji with his own eyes, but knew she was.

Xue Ji's black eyes have no sarcasm or contempt, only curiosity and fun.

The Huanxi Monk has not communicated with her, but firmly believes that she cannot be a violent, bloodthirsty, demon who wants to destroy everything. Otherwise, how could she let the ice and sea separate, let the sky descend, and summon herself to come and let herself live?

In spite of his injuries and exhaustion, he just looked up at her and looked at her intently and seriously.

She just looked down at her like this.

I don’t know how long it took to look at each other, maybe only a few days, maybe a few years.

"Hey."

Xue Ji suddenly made a sound.

The Huanxi Sang understands what she is talking about-if you don't wake up, you will die.

What does this sentence mean?

Don't those things happen, they are just his imagination?

Monk Huanxi suddenly felt sad, and then really opened his eyes and woke up.

There is still darkness in front of me, not the bottom of the snowy sea of ​​the extreme north, but the bottom of the sea of ​​dark things.

The dozen or so nests were not far from him, slowly dancing their tentacles.

Somewhere further away, there is an extremely powerful and evil will that traverses tens of thousands of kilometers of space and envelopes his body.

The Huanxi monk realized that he woke up from the previous illusion and entered another illusion.

The infiltration of dark energy is only part of the reason~IndoMTL.com~The fundamental reason is that powerful and evil will.

The will comes from the highest-order brood-the dark one.

The opponent almost dragged him into the abyss of consciousness. If he didn't wake up, he would sink deeper and deeper into the illusion, and look at the delicate figure between the ice and snow cliffs for a longer time, even forever, then he would naturally die.

After Huanxi Monk wanted to understand this, his first reaction was not to be vigilant and fearful, but to be gratified.

——It turns out that Your Majesty is reminding himself.

What happened back then did happen, not in my own imagination.

The question is who awakened himself from the illusion?

Your Majesty?

Or the majesty in your own heart?

　　

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