Chapter 311 Light Spots
The light pillar was broken down into light spots, and the runes were disassembled stroke by stroke.
At this time, Li Chuan fully understood the meaning. His hand passed through the light beam and gently pinched the forewing on one side of the butterfly spirit.
The butterfly spirit is still trembling, its wings are flapping desperately, and the whole body is shaking violently, trying to escape from Li Chuan's index finger and thumb.
It can't escape.
The golden light emitted by "Pattern Sutra" was divided into strands, and each one hung on Die Ling's body. Every fiber of light was undulating with energy. Countless fiber of light wound around it into a cocoon, wrapping the butterfly spirit in it, trapping it and melting it. Finally, a shimmering white oval cocoon floated in front of Li Chuan.
The light dimmed.
"The Pattern Sutra" fell down, Li Chuan stretched out his hand to grab it, put it back on his chest, straightened his clothes, and then he took the cocoon in his hand. He felt the palm of his hand was hot, and then appeared in front of his eyes. There were many flashing spots of light.
At this point he was able to drive them.
Li Chuan turned around and looked at the dark mural. Light spots flickered on the surface of the cocoon. Light spots flashing at the same frequency also appeared on the mural. After a moment, there was a path. Appearing at his feet, winding into the dark mural.
At this time, there was no red light flashing on the mural for a long time, but there seemed to be a little crack near the upper right corner.
Li Chuan stepped onto the path without hesitation.
Seeing this, Gong Er and Pang San also wanted to go over, but when they got closer, they were bounced away by the dim light.
“Brother?” Gong Er shouted to Li Chuan when he stood up from the ground.
Li Chuan did not look back. He kept moving forward until he reached the dark mural.
...
Wen Guying held his sword and walked towards the crack in front.
As he walked, he said: "What traps us is not the illusion, but the power that creates the illusion. Everything in the illusion is just to consume our strength and consume our will."
"Here, only the sunlight and the cracks are real, the rest are illusory." Wen Guying stopped at the edge of the cracks, holding his sword across his chest.
His fingers slowly slid across the surface of the sword, and cracks appeared on the sword, and a dazzling red light like lava poured out from the cracks.
Luo Xueli looked at Wen Guying's movements and realized that in a short period of time, he had understood the Taoist meaning contained in these cracks, and was even able to use it a little bit.
Then Wen Guying inserted the burning sword into the crack in front. The tongue of fire licked the ruby on the hilt of the sword. The flames spread rapidly in the cracks, and the cracks expanded accordingly, and soon connected with the second crack.
Bang, bang, bang.
The blank ground continued to crack, flames burned in it, and a piece of heaven and earth was burned out in the dark mural.
Wen Guying turned around and looked at Luo Xuelia.
The flames burned fiercely around him, and the robes on his body gradually dissipated in the red light.
"The illusion has been broken." Luo Xueli said.
“But Tiansu’s power is still there, and we can’t get out.” Wen Guying said, “Give me another five hundred years, and I won’t be trapped here.”
“It is indeed a A good show." Luo Xueli said.
"Then it's time to have a drink," Wen Guying sat down in the fire. He took out a pot of wine, placed two wine glasses on the ground, and said, "Fellow Taoist Luo, do you want to have a drink? ”
"Of course." Luo Xueli walked over and sat down in the fire.
......Li Chuan stepped into the mural again.
Darkness swallowed him up in an instant, and he could see nothing except the flickering light spots in front of him.
He didn’t know where he was in the mural at this time.
He knew that Wen Guying and Luo Xuerying should be approximately in the upper right corner, which is close to the boat on the mural. But now he can no longer tell which is up and which is down.
He will step on the light spots and walk forward throughout the entire mural to find Wen Guying and Luo Xueli. If he couldn't find it once, he would look for it again. If he walked ten thousand times, he wouldn't believe that he still couldn't find it.
Anyway, he has the Bigu Pill on him, the wound medicine that Wen Gu should give him, and there are a lot of other things in the Bishui Ring. He will not be in pain even if he is hungry.
Li Chuan stepped on the light spots and walked over and over again, shouting the names of Wen Guying and Luo Xueri as he walked.
The darkness is constantly eroding all his perceptions.
It took a lot of effort for him to move his body forward. His legs were like wooden stakes and could not be bent. They could only move forward mechanically.
Gradually, his mind began to freeze. He would suddenly wake up and find that he had stopped for a long time, but he didn't know when he stopped.
After that, the light spots in front of him also became blurred. He didn't know whether it was the light spots disappearing or it was caused by his blurred vision. He shook his right hand to confirm that the butterfly spirit was still in his hand.
He continued to step forward on the light spots. As the light spots became blurrier and blurred, the darkness became thicker and thicker. It was very difficult for him to take a step forward.
Next year we won’t be able to eat the grapes grown in the backyard.
At this time, a red light suddenly flashed before his eyes, a red light... Li Chuan felt the blood in his body flow again.
He searched around, and finally saw a cluster of flames in front of him, with weak flames swaying in small cracks.
Crack, a crack at a break.
Li Chuan was too familiar with this crack. He continued to look forward, and finally saw more flames and cracks ahead. He took a wound medicine, dug out some pills, swallowed them regardless, and came back to life.
The fire lit up the road.
Li Chuan walked forward along the cracks, and finally he saw two stone statues.
The two of them sat quietly, one of them still raising a glass to drink, but the wine glass and flask could no longer be seen.
There was a sword beside the other person, which was broken into seven or eight pieces. The edges were black, as if they were burnt, and the ruby on the sword's hilt was also broken into several pieces.
Li Chuan was cruel and walked closer to take a closer look. It was indeed Wen Luo and the two of them. It seems that for some reason, they turned into stone statues.
Li Chuan observed carefully again and felt that the texture of the stone was very similar to the stone statues on the island.
"I finally got in, but you guys turned to stone," Li Chuan patted Wen Guying on the shoulder, sighed, and said, "If you don't take me with you when you drink, do you mean you don't treat me as a brother?"
"Dao Zhang Wen, Dao Zhang Wen, what's the matter with you? Look, your sword is broken."
"Wake up quickly and say a few nice words to me. I will I'm glad, I'll fix it for you. How much is such a big ruby worth?"
He waited for a while, but didn't wait for Wen Guying's answer, and didn't see him break free from the stone statue.
He looked at the flames of longing swaying in the cracks around him, and said: "Don't worry, I will take you back right away. After I go out, I will find the old palace master, the king's head, and the palace master. They will definitely There is a way.”
(End of this chapter)