The only way

Chapter 229 The First Night

In the ancient battlefield, there is no sun, but there is day and night.

The young girl in green clothes walked slowly on the ancient battlefield. In her spiritual consciousness, the evil spirit and murderous spirit floating between the heaven and the earth became more and more intense. It seemed to float down from the sky and rise from the ground.

The night of the ancient battlefield suddenly fell in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, it was as dark as ink, with a faint aura hidden in his eyes, Lingchu raised his head to look at the sky of the ancient battlefield.

Long before she entered the ancient battlefield, she knew that the alternation of day and night in the ancient battlefield was only in an instant. No one knew when the night of the ancient battlefield would fall, nor when the day of the ancient battlefield would appear.

The only thing they know is that the ancient battlefield at night is the real ancient battlefield.

And this was the first dark night that Lingchu experienced on the ancient battlefield.

In the consciousness, as the night fell, the thick black evil spirit and blood-colored gossamer, which were originally scattered and scattered, suddenly swelled by more than ten times at the moment when the night was soaked.

The consciousness that could see the color between the sky and the earth before was now full of crimson and black colors.

In the past, the evil spirit only affected the sea of ​​consciousness lightly, but now, it impacts the sea of ​​consciousness in bursts.

It's like a calm sea, suddenly full of waves.

Violent, and appalled.

The evil spirit of blood blatantly broke into Lingchu's divine consciousness. In a trance, Lingchu only felt that everything between the sky and the earth changed color. The sky that was originally as black as ink turned into blood in an instant. On the ground, there is gurgling blood overflowing from the ground, flowing meanderingly on the ground, and the smell of blood is coming towards you. There are monks standing proudly in front of you, and monsters roaring with their heads up. Both sides are holding various magic weapons , or flashed their fangs and sharp blades, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards the opponent full of killing intent.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of roaring, and the sound of mourning are all in the ear.

In the blink of an eye, there were corpses and scars all over the place. The blood flowing on the ground and the blood filled the air were like a sea of ​​blood, and Lingchu was about to be submerged and drowned in it.

In an instant, Lingchu felt a little hard to breathe, as if he was really in the deep sea.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a clear and lingering aura suddenly appeared, slowly soaking in the consciousness, bringing a trace of clarity to Lingchu who seemed to be in the boundless deep sea, a little respite, it was this trace Qingming, a little chance, made Lingchu come back to his senses in an instant, the "Longevity Sutra" in his body was running, and the two airflows of life and death in the dantian circulated in the limbs and bones, dispelling the cold and stiffness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a faint sound of scriptures.

As the "Qing Jing Sutra" reverberated in the sea of ​​consciousness, the bloody sea, the roar of fighting, gradually faded away.

The sentient consciousness cannot be retracted. At night, the free spatial cracks in the ancient battlefield will only become denser and more dangerous. However, as long as the divine consciousness is released, it will inevitably be trapped in this space, because at night , became impregnated with violent and violent blood evil spirit, thus producing all kinds of illusions.

This is inevitable, and it has to be.

Under the dark night, on a vast wasteland, the girl in green clothes suddenly stood still and opened her eyes. A pair of clear eyes exuded a faint spiritual light, and the blood in her eyes slowly dissipated.

Lingchu let out a mouthful of turbid air lightly, expelling all the suffocation in his chest caused by the incomparably real illusion.

On the jet-black hair, there is a green wood hairpin that looks like wood but not wood, and looks like jade but not jade. There is a faint fluorescent light, and there is a jade color flowing inside it.

Stretching out his hand to stroke the Shenshenmu Xinxin hairpin on top of his head, a warm feeling flashed in Lingchu's heart. The clear stream flowing through the sea of ​​consciousness just now came from this hairpin.

Although Lingchu had been prepared for a long time, once he could not get out of the phantom and wake up, the glazed green lotus fire in the dantian would fly out of the dantian in an instant, burning the blood evil spirit around Lingchu.

There is no blood evil spirit around, so naturally there will be no hallucinations.

It's just that he didn't expect that this hairpin made of spiritual nourishing wood would automatically warn and pull Lingchu back from the phantom of the blood demon.

It is worthy of being the treasure of spiritual consciousness, the core of the sacred tree.

In the dantian, Liuli Qinglianhuo, who was eager to try, felt the master's message that he didn't need it to make a move, and suddenly felt a little sluggish, and walked around the dantian twice in despondency.

It hasn't been out for a walk for a long time.

Receiving the emotion of Liuli Qinglianhuo, Lingchu was slightly taken aback, then smiled and rolled his eyes, the spirituality of Liuli Qinglianhuo was more like a child than Qingkong.

"I will definitely let you out when I have a chance." Lingchu's thoughts moved slightly, and he passed this divine consciousness into his dantian.

The glazed green lotus fire that received this guarantee, the glazed flame danced slightly, seemed to be very happy to jump twice, and then spun in circles in the dantian contentedly.

Lingchu looked at Liuli Qinglianhuo's series of actions, the smile in his eyes grew stronger, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The burden caused by the evil spirit of blood in the bottom of my heart has completely dissipated, leaving only a piece of clarity.

Things that don't need lighting, the clear eyes are shining with a faint aura, Lingchu is walking alone in a dark night where you can't reach your fingers, and in the eyes that are flowing with spiritual power, the ancient battlefield that you see is still dark, but it has a radius of several feet Inside, it can still be vaguely seen clearly.

The dark night of the ancient battlefield, this is just the beginning.

Lingchu walked forward cautiously, when suddenly, a slight click sounded in this empty world.

This voice was very weak, even a monk could barely catch it.

Looking sideways not far away, the glazed green lotus in Lingchu's dantian is eager to try.

Not far away, on the dry land, on the flat brown land, suddenly, a small soil bag bulged up. This small soil bag was bulging in the night, as if there was something underneath, thinking To break free from the blockade of the earth, to drill out from under the ground.

And that slight clicking sound came from this small dirt bag.

In the dark and deep night, one click after another sounded one after another. It seemed that the first click sound was a horn, a horn to wake up all sleeping things in the ground.

One after another, the earth bags bulged up on the ground, and within the range that Lingchu could see, there were no less than a dozen earth bags, and in the dark that Lingchu couldn't see, there were continuous clicking sounds sounded.

There was a burst of clicking sound after another, as if covering the whole world.

Lingchu did not stay in place, but kept avoiding the dirt under his feet, and walked unswervingly towards the center.

And with the passage of time, the struggle of the things in the ground became more and more intense, and the soil bags above the ground also cracked a gap, as if they were about to break free from the ground in the next moment.

There was a slight movement in Lingchu's heart, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, a stream of quicksand gathered under his feet, covering the soil bag, and then a stream of flames scorched it, and the quicksand turned into solidified soil.

The soil bag was just like that.

When the things under the ground wanted to come out again, they felt the sudden increased resistance above their heads, paused blankly, and then struggled even more angrily.

It is naturally impossible to lock the things in the ground with such a simple trap, but, at least, it is more difficult for the things in the ground to come out.

Lingchu smiled and bent his eyebrows, every step he took, covered the passing soil with quicksand and covered it with quicksand.

In this boundless darkness, it was a bit exhilarating.

(End of this chapter)