Legend of the Great Saint

In the path of the hungry ghost, Xiao 'an was practicing in the city of Wuhua, suddenly opened his eyes, sensation and contact with Li Qingshan were all interrupted, even the skeletal beads placed there, lost their senses.

Immediately stop practicing, return to Xuanzhou Cave Province, pick up a fragmented fragment of France, look at the rapidly rising water level, suddenly understand that Li Qingshan has gone to the ruins. He could not but frown, and there would have been a great change in it, lest he should have said goodbye.

Staring at the dark, deep sea, the ten fingers wrapped around each other: “You must come back, I will wait for you, no matter how long, until death separates us. ”

……

In that moment, all the pain disappeared, and all the colors and sounds.

Immersed in the infinite black water, perhaps because the tortoise has turned, instead of feeling cold, it feels warm, like a hard traveler in a foreign country, returning to his dream home.

“Phew...”

Far from the cold ice and the flames of hell, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The taste was too hard, and if he had a choice, he wouldn't even stand it for a second.

Even a doubt arose: "I wonder if the ‘I’ in hell can survive?” A cold thought flashed: "If you can survive, you can't survive and die! ”

Rapid restoration of reason, almost insane in pain, is more calm than ever, like the infinite black water around it.

He poked his head out of the tortoise shell, like a dragon's head, like a lion's head, spinning his head up, down, around, looking at the environment, but he couldn't see anything.

The kind of oppression and exclusion that was not expected, the world of the original tortoise, did not seem hostile to the impure fake tortoise of his lineage.

Blackwater wrapped him gently, but instead felt comfortable and safe, it was like paradise compared to the confusion between people and the pain of hell.

This is the home of a tortoise, his blood is not pure enough, but after the tortoise has changed, there is at least a seventy-eight percent: “Perhaps it is only a lie to me! But where am I going to find the prisoner who returned to the ruins? ”

Li Qingshan stretched his limbs, swinging gently, diving down, everywhere, black water automatically separated, no resistance.

I don't know how long I've been diving like this, but there's still infinite black water around me, no dust, no dust...

His "glow to the fullest”, this gift can be easily illuminated thousands of miles away as the tortoise improves.

But he quickly took away the magic, because the light was black water. Don't talk about talent, you don't even need your eyes here, because there's nothing to see.

At least there are stars in the infinite void, and every star is a world. There are also empty beasts, every head is a prototype of the world, a little scary, but at least not so boring.

After a long swim, he couldn't help but come to war with a strangely shaped deep sea beast.

I couldn't help but sing: "Go back to the ruins, you are all water! Aoyama, you four legs! ”

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

Because of the existence of the earth, no matter how deep the waters are, they are bottomed.

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

Deep in hell and deep in the ruins, it sounds similar, but it's not the same thing.

“Hell still has a 'floor’, just keep going down, but where the hell is this' deep ’? ”

Not only is it impossible to determine up and down, because without the presence of any reference, it is virtually impossible to distinguish between East and West and North. Either way, it's just infinite black water.

So, where do we go?

He was caught in contemplation, thinking, beating a debt, suddenly feeling very tired, maybe enduring that share of hell torment took too much willpower, the difficulty spread like the tide, and drowned him between his eyes, even the hard turtle shell seemed a little soft.

He never felt so sleepy, even when Nirvana was reborn into a baby.

He shook his head and tried to stay awake, but he couldn't help but think: "Perhaps... I should... go to sleep... just for a little while...”

Squeeze your head and limbs back into the shell and close your eyelids. Only one tortoise shell remains in black water, neither floating nor sinking.

It's like a voice said to him, "Son, take a break. You're too tired. You're home. It's safe here. No one can hurt you anymore! ”

“I'm home...”

Between the trances, he remembered the clouds of smoke on the lookout platform. In the endless distance, in the seemingly fake home, two familiar faces grew older and older, he couldn't help but whisper: "Dad, Mom, are you all right? I miss you guys so much. ”

Instead of shrinking deeper into the shell of a tortoise, feeling a long-lasting pain that is insignificant compared to any punishment in hell, it is easy to break through all the defenses and sting his heart like a needle.

When he first came to this world, he * * * * suffered from this pain at night, so he finally got out of it, thought he'd forgotten it all, so he didn't.

So he suddenly felt tired, not just of the torture of hell, but of everything he had experienced since coming to the world.

With the mind spinning, a tortoise armor flashed through the scenes like a horse lamp, everything in the past was seen and quietly played back in black water.

Childhood struggle for survival, juvenile struggle to kill, then adulthood, into cultivation, fighting more and more fiercely, into war. The demons in my heart are at war, and there is no end to it.

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

Even when the rave is drinking, there is also a string in my heart. When I wake up, I must hurry to practice and fight. He cannot stop. Once I stop, I will feel tired. I want to rest and enjoy myself. I probably won't want to go any further.

Yet no matter how hard you push forward, it just seems to get deeper.

Now that he has become so strong, he has become the Big Brother of Vientiane Sect, standing on top of hundreds of millions of people, tens of thousands of times stronger than the skinny young man with the yellow muscles in Wagyu Village. Instead of being given a slight respite, the situation is serious and the roads become more dangerous.

Hell tortures, blackwater ruins, unbeatable enemies, inescapable blood vows. Hope in despair, duel in despair.

What's the point of such a life?!

Nine days?

Brother Niu's enemies can cut off a horn and suppress you all. How much more could it do if I fought alongside him in nine days?

“After all... I'm just a mortal too...”

“Forget it, I don't want this much anymore, let's get some sleep! I'll tell you when I wake up..."

At this moment, he heard a familiar voice in his trance and repeatedly echoed in his heart: “You must come back... you must come back...”

A miserable white face floated on the tortoise armor, the face Jun-soo, dressed in silk, only around the age of six or seven, a child like him, without a family, even his life was taken. He had wept for her and vowed to take her back to his homeland, which he wanted to return to.

But instead of going back, she abandoned everything and walked with him.

In an instant, her face appears on every piece of turtle armor, both past and present. There are white bones and Zhu Yan. It's all just as kind.

That's his only family in the world, Anne.

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

He opened his eyes like a kilogram and tried to get out of his sleep.

My heart feels scared after a while, if I fall asleep, this sleep is for at least a hundred years, then it will all be over.

And by the time he wakes up, he may have fixed the tortoise to become the ninth weight, but he has also become a pure tortoise, with no desire for nine more days.

Even if he were tortured in hell, he would not have become so weak, and those sorrows would only sharpen his fighting will, and the nothingness of his return is constantly eroding his will.

Though there is little hostility, it is more terrible than hostility. No, perhaps this is the deepest hostility.

The hostility of the world also requires something to support, such as the need for the ghost path to use the hand of the ghost fairy against Xiao 'an.

And in the ruins of return there is only silent black water and infinite nothingness, and nothing can be relied upon. The reason why it is so mysterious and scary is because the ruins assimilate everything from time to time with themselves.

If there is turtle blood, it may be assimilated into turtles, and if there are other species, it can only be extinguished in nothingness.

He is also more assimilated with turtle blood. Tiredness continues to wave like a tide, with nothing penetrating into the bone marrow along the blackwater.

He gritted his teeth, provoked magic, released a round of brilliant light, and spread silently in the black water until it gradually dimmed a hundred miles away, hopefully the “back to ruins prisoner” could see.

But in this infinite black water, the light is slightly less than a firefly, and it is quickly swallowed up by darkness.

He stretched his limbs and swam forward. Anyway, move on.

Then, let the light shine again! It's brighter than the last time, but somehow darker against a dark background, like a faint, glittering star.

Continuously forward, a flash, perhaps not for anyone to see, but for illuminating themselves in the deepest darkness against nothingness.

If the world is dark, it shines its own light. Even if hope does not exist, just look at this “star” and you can move on.

You can't stop here, you have to go out and see her again, and you have to fight with Niu in nine days. Even if you die in battle, you will fall like a star!