Chapter 158 Yi Ye
Amid the creaking sound, Li Chuan felt a faint looseness in his frozen soul.
Some images flashed through the dark rift, in which a little mouse was chased by a cloud of chaotic mist. The mist changed into various shapes, trying to catch the little mouse; the little mouse screamed and twisted into various extreme postures, and managed to avoid the mist every time.
Li Chuan tried his best to get closer to the crack, trying to see more clearly.
Wait, what is that?
He seemed to see a familiar thin line in the little mouse's paw.
But it ran so fast that it didn’t know where it went.
He waited for a while, and finally another afterimage passed by, as if it was really a piece of silk.
Is he really a White Walker? Or is the little mouse a White Walker?
As soon as I thought about it, I felt a stinging pain and my soul was shaken. In the rift, the chasing game between the mist and the rats is not over yet. The 30,000-year-old mouse is indeed quite accomplished at saving lives. If it hadn't been imprisoned in his sea of consciousness, it would have probably escaped long ago.
The stinging pain came again.
Can't think. After enduring the sting for a while, Li Chuan cleared his mind.
Unconsciously, the mist used deep silk to form a net in his sea of consciousness.
The squeak disappeared.
Li Chuan tried hard to see, but from the angle of the crack, he couldn't see anything.
Why can’t I see my sea of consciousness?
It hurts!
Then the edge of the crack broke into pieces, and he saw the little mouse arching its body, clawing and retracting, and the silk cloth around it began to shrink with his movements.
?
Can’t see it again.
It seems that the more painful it is, the wider the crack will open. Li Chuan tried his best to piece together the fragmented thoughts. He had to think of something. What are you thinking about? When you are serious about thinking, you don’t think about anything. When you are idle, ideas pop up one after another.
Just think of "The Classic of Patterns".
He began to recite the patterns in his mind, starting from the one that initially guided him to mend the pot. He could not remember which ones he could remember, but how many strokes he recited.
It turned out that those pictures that had no impression at all still left traces in his mind.
Li Chuan thought while enduring the pain.
The cracks are indeed getting bigger and bigger. The darkness is like the black paint applied on the glass bottle, falling off piece by piece.
I have memorized it all the way to Yongzitu.
It’s windy.
With the blowing sound, the black paint fell faster, and he finally saw the full view of his sea of consciousness.
It is a leaf with fine veins intertwined and crystal dewdrops rolling on it.
When the big guys in the secret room taught him the knowledge about the sea of consciousness, they once said that everyone's sea of consciousness is different. Some are as deep as the sea, some are like the sky filled with stars, and some are intertwined with thunder and lightning, and many visions appear in it.
When he pinched them one by one, he also caught a glimpse of the images in them, which were indeed extraordinary.
But I didn’t expect that his sea of consciousness was so fresh and elegant, and it was indeed suitable for sleeping.
The little mouse seemed to notice something and glanced at him.
He wanted to help the little mouse, but he still couldn't move.
Yuan Si entangled the mist into a ball, but Li Chuan saw that Yuan Si was also wrapped around the little mouse's tail at some point.
No, it’s a scam!
Then he saw Yuan Si rolling towards the little mouse, and the mist attached to the silk thread immediately wrapped around his body.
After fighting for so long, they seemed not to have damaged his sea of consciousness. Li Chuan suddenly realized this.
As for the little mouse, it will live and die with this place, so naturally avoid it if you can.
As for the mist, does she really want to take over his body and return to the world?
But...his body can never contain a trace of her spiritual thoughts. Don't say that he has no cultivation at all. He has eaten so many natural materials and treasures, but he still gets out of breath after running a few steps.
When her spiritual thoughts come in, his body will definitely be stretched and explode.
Perish together and fall into the abyss of our hearts together.
Thinking of this, Li Chuan began to draw the picture of the word "Chong", over and over again, and finally the wind blew the dewdrops on the veins of the leaves, and the ripples spread out layer by layer, blowing into the deep silk and intertwining mist. In a cocoon. He could finally move.
Following the spread of the ripples, he slowly moved forward and stepped on the leaves. There were mysterious and delicate patterns on the edges of the leaves, which seemed to be composed of the interlaced patterns he remembered.
The leaves were covered with a faint layer of chaotic mist. The ripples dispersed the mist, but soon it reappeared.
Li Chuan saw a steady stream of mist coming towards the silk thread stretching towards Xin Yuan.
It is asking for help from the main body.
After realizing this, Li Chuan walked towards Yuansi, and in a flash, he arrived.
He continued to think about the "Chong" pattern over and over again, staring at Yuansi without moving.
The little mouse glanced at him again, and then fiercely rushed towards the mist. His legs seemed to be broken and dragged unnaturally.
Stillness appears.
Li Chuan stretched out his hand and cut it off. The thin thread he had been holding in his hand was also cut off at the same time.
He can't control much anymore.
It’s just a trace of the woman’s spiritual thoughts, and it’s his broken body. People outside should be able to handle it, right?
——Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse.
Li Chuan called the little mouse three times in his heart, and then shouted out. This time, he really shouted, "Run away!"
A deep abyss wrapped in mist The thread hit him.
Ripples spread out one after another, preventing Yuan Si from exploring the inner abyss again.
Li Chuan felt that he was rising.
Brush!
When Wen Guying realized something was wrong, they could no longer bring back Li Chuan's soul.
“He sank into the abyss of his heart.” Master Zenhai said.
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, read scriptures, and tried to guide Li Chuan.
The last monk in line to be dealt with was a female monk from the Golden Phoenix Sect.
Seeing this, Head Shu wanted to take the female cultivator away, but Gong Wuguang stopped her.
He said: "The Tianyin Pot is still operating, and Li Chuan is still fighting."
"But..."
"If you insist on taking her away, when the immortal comes, I will tell the immortal that she is a strange ghost." Gong Wuguang threatened lightly.
At this moment, with a crash, a book flew out of Li Chuan's clothes.
Golden glory.
It is "The Classic of Patterns".
Golden light spurted out along the veins of the leaves, and with a silent bang, Li Chuan felt that everything around him had changed.
He finally entered a mysterious state again.
He saw the gushing golden light flying towards the mist and Yuansi, wrapping them together and rushing towards the darkness.
It turns out that even if he is beaten in the sea of consciousness, "The Classic of Patterns" will still vent his anger on his behalf.
He saw a lot of things. He saw tiny bits of yellow floc deposited on the mist and silk. He saw the golden light rushing into the darkness, illuminating a path. , saw all the silk threads shattered in the golden light, saw the fright on the face of the vague-faced woman, and the little bits of yellow on her black hair hanging down like a waterfall.
Unknowingly, she had already been parasitized by a white ghost.
(End of this chapter)