high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 414 Where is the Emperor Tai?

The pitch-black land was completely silent, without the slightest sound.

In the dense blackness, Wuming heard his own voice radiating far away, and when the echo responded slowly and stumbled over, it had become broken and hoarse.

The divine sense seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible field, and the ignorance protruded out of the primordial spirit, but it could only sense the boundary of ten feet around the body.There was nothing but a piece of dry dirt.

quiet……

quiet……

It's so quiet...

In the thick blackness where you can't reach your fingers, everything seems to be dead.In the darkness, it seemed that there was an invisible big hand constantly tightening, and it seemed that there were thousands of black eyes staring quietly, without making a sound.

Ancient, majestic, desolate, decaying——

This deathly stillness and darkness are enough to overwhelm people's reason, and plunge everything into a silent confinement. Coldness and trembling are mixed in the thick air, and they silently penetrate through the pores into the internal organs and penetrate into the bone marrow.

In the deep darkness.

Wuming paused for a while, then stepped forward.

This is the Lotus Market, the former Xiaodongtian Pure Land, and now the Tianxia Forbidden Zone, no matter what strange things happen, it is not surprising.

During the walking process, Wuming waved and threw a five-color flag, which penetrated the soil layer and took root in it.

brush!

brush!

brush!

His movements became faster and faster, and the five-color flags were almost connected into a long line. Although Guanghua was concealed by inexplicable secret power, the continuous falling of the flags directly anchored the beacon of the earth.

In this darkness, he always felt that the field was so chaotic that it was unimaginable. Every time he took a step, some absurd sense of unreality would instinctively arise in his heart.

The five-color banner is a set of magic tools, separated by ignorance and entrusted with spiritual thoughts, and used to lock the direction.

"Spiritual consciousness is blocked."

"It was reported that Yugui could not be activated, and the inspiration was cut off."

"You can't even see through it?"

In the dark, Wuming stopped and stopped along the way, carefully observing the landforms within his field of vision, lest he stray into the Jedi.

There seems to be an inexplicable field in the whole lotus market. Yugui's communication is suppressed to the weakest point. It is afraid that only face-to-face can communicate normally.

The fields are quiet, covering the surroundings like a black cloth, covering all the light, there is a faint rustling sound of sand and stones, but it is fleeting.

I do not know how long it has been.

Wuming finally showed a look of joy on his face, he smiled and took two steps back, bent down, and tapped lightly on the soil layer.

He has already walked hundreds of miles in the dark, and he has somewhat understood the predicament.

If there is no accident, this place should be a place for gathering yin, rising and falling, dispersing yang and gathering resentment, it is a natural killing place.

I have also dabbled in the means of finding dragon acupuncture points and geomantic omen. Although I am not proficient, I still know the general idea.

Taking advantage of the qi, the qi is stagnant in the shape, and looking at the shape of the landscape, it can regulate the qi.

The bright hall is full of horses——

He has found the bright hall in this shady land.Right now, it is only necessary to break up this mass of stagnant energy and release the ten thousand horses imprisoned by Mingtang, and the murderous intent in the yin will naturally be unbroken, and will change with the water, thus eliminating the invisible.

"puff!"

The finger fell down, as if poking away a cloud.

The mountains and rivers are shaking, as if the whole land is moving, changing its position, and the sound of Feng Shui is one after another, echoing endlessly.

The darkness in front of him gradually faded away.

There was a gleam of joy on Wuming's face, he raised his head, but before he could move, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze suddenly.

Light……

A five-color flag stands a few feet away, and the flag emits a dim halo.

now.

He was surrounded—

A large five-colored flag gathered into a circle, and the flag was automatically unfurled in the absence of wind, slowly and silently, surrounding him in the very center.

"how is this possible……"

Wuming's pupils tightened, and a biting chill suddenly rose from his heels.

In the circle surrounded by the five-color flag, there are countless mottled and overlapping footprints, one after another, one after another, trampled and stacked together...

Previously, the flags and streamers he threw sequentially along the geographic directions just formed a circle mockingly.

He thought he had walked hundreds of miles in the dark, but in the end, he just turned around in circles...

"and many more!"

Wuming was startled suddenly:

"I just broke the stagnation and released the ten thousand horses in the bright hall..."

I'm afraid it's not just ten thousand horses that are released!

His position——is not Mingtang either!

Between the lightning and the flint, a low laugh sounded gloomy, with inexplicable sighs and mockery.

Wuming turned around abruptly, and his physical body stretched out a light curtain to protect his surroundings.

"Wake up... wake up again..."

In the depths of the darkness, there was a crackling sound of stiff joints, and then harsh footsteps slowly pacing over.

Click! ! !

The moment the footsteps sounded, the flags and streamers thrown by Wuming to anchor the direction all snapped off.

The ground was cracked inch by inch, and the viscous darkness began to wreak havoc, like a giant beast that was big enough to collapse began to wake up.

The white-boned skeleton wearing an old Confucian shirt walked over step by step, two ghost lights danced faintly in the eye sockets, its upper and lower jaws moved stiffly, and let out a chaotic laugh.

"It hurts...it hurts...don't sleep..."

"Master..."

"Old... teacher..."

The white bone skull is quite tall, with mottled marks on the skeleton, including sword wounds and knife marks. Its whole body rattled like a rattle, and then stopped suddenly for a long time.

"People...Yu people..."

After a long period of silence, the motionless skeleton finally moved again, wearing a beautiful half-worn Confucian shirt.

The terrifying power like a scourge gradually subsided, and the voice of the bone skeleton was intermittent, like crying and long sighing.

"Yu Ren... which sacred realm is this...?"

The bone skeleton moved stiffly, and the two will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets danced endlessly:

"Now... where is the Emperor Tai?"

……

……

……

"To die! To die! To die!"

In the darkness, Taoist Feixuan withdrew his fingers in despair, crying and rolling all over the ground, like a mourning concubine.

In front of him, a broken group of Qi was ups and downs in the depths of the earth's eye. Obviously, he was also disoriented by the field, misidentified Mingtang, and pierced the talisman.

"Even I have fallen, and others don't need to mention it! It's over! It's over! It's over!!!" Taoist Feixuan ignored Song Chi's astonished gaze, and spread his limbs, with a look of lovelessness:

"It's really lucky to encounter this kind of thing just after entering the Lotus Market!

Look at the movement just now.

The culprit in this dark place has already been released..."

(End of this chapter)