Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 1153: Sacrifice to Netherworld
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Nether will never have light.
Absolute You Yin is absolutely dark. When some people's practice was still low, it was difficult to see Nether without the special effects of someone's blood.
So there is no day and night, it's always the same.
The only thing that can judge the time a little bit is that Chenshi's aura is a little fresher, but the pitch-darkness gives people an illusion of aura, floating in the void.
It's beautiful, but also cold.
Living in this kind of place for a long time, it was like when Qin Yigang met Meng Qingying, his face was pale and ghostly.
It wasn't cute at all back then, it was bad.
The monks cultivated in this environment generally have some psychological problems... Meng Qingying looks back on her back then, and compared with the present, she has changed a lot. First, it blends with the memories of the past life and neutralizes the grandeur of Fenghuang. The air, the second is...falling in love with Qin Yi, with warmth.
She didn't want to do things that Qin Yi didn't like. She gradually became cute and kind.
Some people may think that it is no longer Meng Qingying, it is no different from others, and it has become a pendant of Qin Yi... That is the natural convergence and group convergence of choosing to be a member of a group. Others do not understand this. What does this convergent meaning have?
She knew that she was still Meng Qingying. Like the others around him, the nostrils are not so big, and the wise man tacitly knows.
Before Qin Yi, she had never felt the warmth from others, even in Yuzhenren... The coldness of the controversy, and her nine deaths, she stood out, Yuzhenren inherited according to the agreement... just a Obligation, a proper procedure for the inheritance of a sect, it is too gold to talk about mentorship and the like.
But it is undeniable that the inheritance of kindness and righteousness is still there. In the past two or three decades, the power and resources are all available. It is the love that should be honored, even if it is just a previous life cycle... Meng Qingying still feels that he should be better to the master. At least you can't just casually pick up the idea of destroying this time bomb. That's wrong.
I see how charming the green hills are, and I see how the green hills should be.
This time, Master concealed a lot of things, which made people feel weird... But she still gave her enough trust and did not go to the bottom. I believe that Master is not blind in heart and will give feedback.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking. Such fools often get disappointment... But everyone is fools, so be a fool again.
The most pleasing thing is that Qin Yi fully supported him, without even the slightest objection to questioning.
As long as she thinks it's right, do it, and he will only try to help.
All fools.
Meng Qingying sat on the high altar with her long hair floating like a cloud without wind.
On the altar, the blood-colored texture is bright and vivid again, as if something is awakening and recovering.
The soul of the magic dragon floats in the shape of a sphere in the front desk of her body. There seems to be a strange distortion of light and shadow on the altar, like a painting slowly stretched into an abstract sense.
That is the spirit is blending into the plane.
The Abyssal Demon Dragon is the original creature of the Netherworld, and before it was beheaded, it was a creature of the Nethermaster level. This kind of soul is obviously very suitable for its use. Coupled with the many top treasures of the Netherworld that Yaoguang found from the heavens, it is very likely that it will become this time...It is estimated to be almost, after all, the level of the magic dragon has not reached the open sky. The picture scroll nether melts in, that is definitely enough.
Meng Qingying is confident that she will succeed this time.
Netherworld itself has never been the key issue.
But there is still a faint sense of anxiety in her heart, she knows that something must happen. Half of the mind is practicing, and the other half is always vigilant about where it changes.
Not far from the altar, a palace is completely hidden in the void. This is not a stealth technique at all, but a supernatural power of spatial aspect. The tassel moved his palace from the Rift Valley to be everyone’s mobile fortress. Hiding inside, the phase is hidden together.
Everyone can feel the same anxiety as Meng Qingying.
"Bang Bang, can outsiders sneak from Netherworld?"
"The possibility of smuggling exists. After all, Nether is cracked like this. There are many voids in the void. Maybe there is one that can be directly connected. But this kind of investigation is very difficult. That is which one I want to find. It can be crossed, and it will not be found for thousands of years."
Qin Yi said: "Can't people change the time flow rate?"
Yaoguang shook his head: "Impossible, although he is also very proficient in time and space... But if such a crack corresponds to the void of the universe, it is everywhere in the universe. Who can cover the change in the flow of time? Guang? If he could do it, he would have been too clear. It's better to wash and sleep."
Qin Yi pondered and said: "At least it can be proved that there are not countless things in his heart that we can change the flow of cultivation?"
Tao Su Yaoguang glanced at each other and said in embarrassment: "Generally speaking... he doesn't think we can cooperate so well."
"Ah... this is unreliable. Even if you don't think it is, there is probably a plan? For example, guessing that we have never recovered to the peak, but we are prepared to do what if we recover?"
"Um...that's natural, he is not stupid."
Qin Yi cast his gaze on Meng Qingying's position and whispered: "In this way, this battle may not be easy to fight..."
Tassel said: "This is another matter. He will always come in and take a look anyway. Smuggling the Netherworld is the best way. You can avoid our core area and do things from outside. Maybe you don't need to fight with us. , What he wants to obtain is only the root of this world. Once he obtains it, he will run away. It is meaningless how strong we are."
Yaoguang said: "If he can come in, then there must be an inner ghost to expand the space gap."
Everyone didn't say anything, this kind of speculation had already circulated in everyone's mind, otherwise, why the whole army was ambushing here... It was the conclusion in my heart that Zhenren Jade was going to rebel.
It’s just that I can’t bear to say to Meng Qingying that you should arrest your master first... Undocumented and undocumented, you would “prefer to kill by mistake” only by guessing, and everyone’s three views can’t be done.
Be prepared for it.
As Meng Qingying’s ritual of refining progressed, every fracture in the plane of the Nether visible to the naked eye began to heal, like a human wound being sutured, and slowly growing new flesh and blood. , Smoothed out the scar.
The falling apart Nether slowly became one again.
And the void fissures that were all over the cracks in the original plane were squeezed and disappeared one by one like bubbles, becoming fewer and fewer.
If it is completely complete, there is no room for smuggling.
As the soul of the magic dragon merges into the netherworld, the long-exhausted riverbed of the Styx seems to have begun to have water flow. It is the spiritual energy riverbed that has begun to melt, from the almost solid "dead water condensation" to the living water again. Wangchuan began, flowing towards the sea of blood.
The sea of blood is no longer a wilted combination of flesh and blood, and gradually there is blood permeating it, which is far away from the secluded sky.
Netherworld is about to "live".
"Not enough." Meng Qingying was quietly transmitting: "I still feel weak, Sister Yun Xiu, I want to use the imitation of the ghost of the Journey to the West, okay?"
Ju Yunxiu's voice transmission: "It's just for you, do you have to ask?"
Meng Qingying said: "This simulating Journey to the West is okay. It's mainly your picture scroll. I am a little reluctant to use it. I always feel..."
Before the voice fell, a gap that should have disappeared suddenly widened in the distance.
The corpse of the Abyssal Dragon, which should have been disposed of by the Vientiane Senluo Zong, hovered in the void, roaring up to the sky.
In the void, the rocks collapsed, like planets colliding in the universe, blowing up the entire gloomy land and shaking the mountain, the plane is crumbling, almost the illusion of leaving the Three Realms.
The terrifying energy, the strange meaning incompatible with this world, instantly diffuses and fills the world.
Laughter sounded in people's ears, as if in the sky and in their hearts.
Meng Qingying had a little disappointment in her eyes, and her expression remained calm: "Puppet replacement surgery, the primordial spirit has come, and the aliens are here."
"Boom!" The abyssal dragon swooped down and went straight to the altar.