Legend of the Great Sage

readx(); In the Hungry Ghost Realm, Xiao An was cultivating in Wuhua City when he suddenly opened his eyes, and was shocked to realize that all contact with Li Qingshan had been cut off, and even the skull rosary placed in his place had lost his sense of touch.

Immediately stopped the cultivation, returned to Xuanming Cave, picked up a fragment of the broken magic circle, and looked at the rapidly rising water level, and immediately understood that Li Qingshan had already headed to the ruins. He could not help frowning, there must be a great change, otherwise he would not leave without saying goodbye.

Staring at the dark and deep sea water, ten fingers intertwined tightly: "You must come back, I will wait for you, no matter how long, until death separates us."

...

In an instant, all the pain was gone, and all the colors and sounds.

Immersed in the boundless black water, perhaps because of the transformation of the tortoise, not only did not feel cold, but felt warm, like a wanderer who had experienced hardships in a foreign land and returned to his dream hometown.

"call……"

Away from the ice and fire of hell, he involuntarily let out a long sigh of relief. That feeling was too difficult to bear. If he had a choice, he would not even bear it for a second.

There was even a suspicion: "I don't know if the 'I' in hell can survive it?" A cold thought flashed: "If you can survive it, live, if you can't survive it, die!"

The reason, which had almost fallen into a frenzy in the pain, quickly recovered, quieter than ever, like the boundless black water around him.

He stuck his head out of the tortoise shell, like a dragon head or a lion head, turned his head up and down, left and right, and observed the environment he was in, but he couldn't see or hear anything.

There is no oppression and rejection as expected. The world transformed by the Primordial Spirit Turtle does not seem to have any hostility towards him, a fake spirit turtle of impure blood.

The black water wrapped him gently, but felt very comfortable and safe. Compared with the chaos of the world and the pain of hell, this place is like heaven.

This is the hometown of the tortoise, although his blood is not pure enough. But after casting the Spirit Turtle Transformation, there is a 70% to 80% chance: "Maybe Guihai Lingzun is just bluffing me! But where am I going to find that Guixu prisoner?"

Li Qingshan stretched his limbs. Swing gently and dive down. Wherever you go, the black water will automatically separate without the slightest resistance.

After diving like this for an unknown time, the surrounding is still boundless black water, not a single speck of dust, not a single mayfly...

He used "Mysterious Light to Shine".

With the improvement of Spirit Turtle Transformation, this innate magical power can easily illuminate thousands of miles away.

But he quickly accepted the supernatural power, because the profound light illuminated all black water. Don't talk about innate supernatural powers, you don't even need your eyes here, because there is nothing to see.

There are at least stars shining in the endless void, and each star is a world. There is also the existence of empty beasts, each of which is the prototype of the world. Although it is a bit scary, at least it is not so boring.

I didn't know how long to swim again. He could hardly wait for a grotesque deep-sea beast to come and fight him.

I couldn't help but recite a poem: "Return to the ruins, you are all water! Qingshan. You have four legs!"

He suddenly realized one thing, he might not be diving, but floating.

Because of the existence of the earth, no matter how deep the abyss is, there is a bottom.

But in this return to the ruins, there is neither the earth nor the sky, and there is neither up nor down.

The depths of hell and the depths of returning to the ruins sound similar. But it's not the same thing.

"Anyway, there is still a 'floor' in hell, just go all the way down. But, where is the 'deep' here?"

Not only up and down can not be judged. Because there is no reference object, in fact, even east, west, north and south cannot be distinguished. No matter which direction you go, there is nothing but boundless black water.

So, where should we go?

He couldn't help falling into contemplation, thinking about it, yawned, and suddenly felt very tired, maybe it took too much willpower to endure the torture of hell, the sleepiness spread like a tide, and it was drowned in a blink of an eye. Even the hard tortoise shell seemed to be a little soft after seeing him.

He had never felt so sleepy, not even when Nirvana was reborn as a baby.

He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but couldn't help thinking, "Maybe...I should...sleep for a while...just sleep...for a little while..."

He retracted his head and limbs into the shell, and gradually closed his eyelids. Only one tortoise shell remained in the black water, neither floating nor sinking.

It was as if a voice said to him: "Son, take a rest, you are too tired. You are home, it is safe here, and no one can hurt you again!"

"I am home……"

In a trance, he thought of the misty clouds on the Wangxiang platform, two familiar faces that were getting older and older in the endlessly distant hometown that seemed fake but still real, and couldn't help but whisper, "Dad, Mom, how are you all doing? I miss you so much."

He could not help indenting his body deeper into the tortoise shell, feeling a long-lost pain, which was insignificant compared to any kind of punishment in hell, but he easily broke through all the defenses, stabbing his heart like a needle.

When he first came to this world, he was tortured by this kind of pain every night, and finally managed to break free, thinking that he had forgotten everything, but it turned out not to be.

Then he suddenly realized that it was not just the torture in hell that made him feel tired, but everything he had experienced after coming to this world.

With the flow of thoughts, the pieces of tortoise shell on the back flashed like a revolving lantern.

The struggle to survive as a child, the fighting in the rivers and lakes in his youth, and then when he grows up and enters the spiritual path, the fighting becomes more and more fierce and turns into a war. The battle between gods and demons in my heart will never stop.

Pride, shame, hatred; fury, fear, slaughter.

Even when he sings and drinks wildly, a string is still tense in his heart. After singing, he wakes up and has to go to practice and fight. He can't stop. Once he stops, he will feel tired and want to rest and enjoy himself. Fan, probably no longer want to move forward.

However, no matter how long you struggled forward, it seemed to only sink deeper.

Now that he has become so strong, he has become the eldest brother of the Vientiane Sect, standing above hundreds of millions of sentient beings. Not only did they not get a chance to breathe, but they were in trouble and the road became more and more treacherous.

The torture of hell, the black water of returning to the ruins, the invincible powerful enemy, the unavoidable blood oath. Hope in despair, duel in desperation.

What is the meaning of such a life? !

Above nine days?

Brother Niu's enemies can cut off one of his horns and suppress all the great saints. Even if I am above the Nine Heavens and fight side by side with him, how much can I play?

"After all... I'm just a mortal..."

"Forget it, I don't want to do so much anymore, let's sleep! When I wake up, let's talk about it..."

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice in a trance, echoing repeatedly in his heart: "You must come back... must come back..."

A pale face appeared on the tortoise shell, with a handsome face, dressed in Ling Luo, only about six or seven years old, a child like him, without a home, and even his life was taken away. He had wept for her and vowed to take her back to his hometown, which was actually the hometown he wanted to go back to.

But she did not choose to go back, but gave up everything and accompany him to move on.

In an instant, her face appeared on every piece of tortoise shell, both past and present. There are white bones and red faces. All the same kind.

That was his only family member in this world - Xiao An.

"No...I can't sleep yet, she's still...waiting for me!"

He opened his heavy eyelids, trying to break free from drowsiness.

I felt a fear in my heart. If I fell asleep just now, and this sleep lasted for at least a hundred years, then everything would be over.

After he woke up, he might have cultivated to the ninth level of spiritual turtle transformation, but he had also become a pure spiritual tortoise, and he had no more ambitions for the Nine Heavens.

Even though he was tortured in hell, he had never become so weak, those pains would only sharpen his fighting spirit even more, but the nothingness of returning to the ruins was constantly eroding his will.

Although there is no hostility, it is more terrifying than hostility. No, maybe this is the deepest hostility.

The hostility of the world also requires certain things as a basis. For example, the hungry ghosts need the help of ghosts to deal with Xiao An.

In Guixu, there are only silent black water and boundless nothingness, and there is nothing to rely on. The reason why it is so mysterious and terrifying is because Guixu assimilates all external objects with itself all the time.

If there is a spirit tortoise bloodline, it may also be assimilated into a spirit tortoise. If it is other races, it will only be destroyed in nothingness.

With the blood of the tortoise, he has been assimilated more deeply. The drowsiness is still rushing in like a tide, and nothingness seeps into the bone marrow along the black water.

He gritted his teeth, mobilized his mana, and released a dazzling ray of light, which expanded silently in the black water, and gradually dimmed until a hundred miles away.

But in this boundless black water, this tiny light is not as good as a firefly, and it is quickly engulfed by the darkness.

He stretched his limbs and swam forward. No matter what, move forward.

Then, release the light again! It was even more dazzling than the last time, but in the deep and dark background, it was inexplicably dimmer, like a faintly twinkling star.

Constantly moving forward, flashing again and again, perhaps not for anyone to see, but to illuminate oneself in the deepest darkness and fight against nothingness.

If the world is dark, let yourself shine. Even if there is no hope, as long as you look at this "star", you can continue to move forward.

I can't stop here yet, I have to go out to see her again, and I have to go to the Nine Heavens to fight side by side with Brother Niu. Even if you die in battle, you will fall like a star! (To be continued.)