No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 233
After a long time, Lu Chuan returned.

As he expected, the village head waited for him to return at the end of the dirt road.

"It seems that Brother Ning is calmer this time."

Lu Chuan shook his head to himself. He originally thought that Ning Luo would create another earth-shattering record.

For example, when stepping into a strange situation for the first time, he can easily break the situation, even surpassing him, a seasoned veteran.

Now it seems that he thought too much.

Since the village chief is still at the head of the village, it is enough to prove that he was indeed the first to break through the strange situation.

"Think about it, no matter how strong Brother Ning is in the Desolate Prison Realm, he is still a fake in the Underworld Realm."

"If he can still go too far in Cang Ming, then it really can't be justified."

Even Lu Chuan became worried about Ning Luo instead.

In order to create a situation where he could send charcoal in a timely manner, he did not inform Ning Luo of the details of the deceitful environment.

The five strange places are the palace, the dry marsh, the lava, the quicksand, and the crypt.

Among them, the monsters are different.

But it happens to coincide with the concept of five insects.

The five insects are the classification of animals by the ancestors of five kinds of feathers, hairs, armors, scales, and scorpions.

The characteristics of the five insects are as their literal meaning.

Feather worms hang feathers, mostly birds.

Caterpillars have long hairs and are mostly hairy animals.

Beetles are armored, mostly insects.

Scaled insects have scales, mostly fish and snakes.

There are no insects, and most of them refer to human beings.

Among the five great paradoxes, the palace corresponds to the worm, the dry marsh corresponds to the scale worm, the quicksand corresponds to the beetle, the lava corresponds to the feather worm, and the crypt corresponds to the caterpillar.

From a mid to late game perspective, Crypt is the easiest.

Because the earthworms and tricks are superior in number, but their individual strength is relatively weak.

The ratmen Ning Luo met were a kind of caterpillars.

After all, with such long hair all over his body, there is no doubt about his race.

Lu Chuan doesn't understand the concept of the five insects, but he also knows the strange characteristics of the five strange realms.

I also know that the mouse trick is enough to be regarded as the beginning of hell for the early traversers!

Because the traveler wants to trade with ghosts and gods, he needs to be dragged to the door of ghosts and gods.However, there are a large number of rat tricks, which means that the entire tricky land is within their surveillance range.

But the strangeness of the crypt is also good at listening to the sound
If the traverser wants to survive, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Even Lu Chuan today can't guarantee that he won't overturn at the start of the crypt.

Therefore, Lu Chuan was only afraid that Ning Luo would die suddenly at the beginning. If this was the case, he would not even see the shroud of horse leather, let alone sending charcoal in the snow.

After all, this is a strange place where death has no place to die.

"But it's been so long, since Brother Ning is still alive, there should be no big problem, right?"

Thinking this way, Lu Chuan walked quickly to the Temple of the Holy Maiden.

But when he raised his head, he noticed the village chief's shocked expression.

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"Why is the village head so exaggerated?"

There are only five NPCs in Xiaoxiaoling Village, and each person's reaction to various situations has long been figured out by the travelers from all walks of life.

Therefore, Lu Chuan suddenly noticed the violation.

Something is wrong!
He walked slowly in front of the village chief. Although he had already had a slight and unbelievable guess in his heart, he finally suppressed the unrealistic delusion and asked, "Village chief, what's wrong with you?"

The village head opened his mouth slightly, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground at some point.

His gray beard trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely: "You actually came back?"

Lu Chuan: "?"

Holy Maiden Temple.

Ning Luo stepped into the dilapidated temple and looked around, always feeling inexplicably gloomy.

From the current point of view, the NPCs in Lingcun are all friendly units and will not get in the way.

In the zombie movies that Ning Luo watched before crossing, there will always be a few characters who can't understand the situation, which will hinder the progress of the plot and the actions of the survivors.

But the NPCs in Spirit Village are different. They are very accepting of abnormal situations, and they will not disrupt the rhythm of the traversers.

Because of this, Ning Luo felt that they were abnormal.

Moreover, the village head seemed not only aware of the deceitful environment, but also able to distinguish whether Ning Luo was a human being or a deceitful one.

Ning Luo wondered, he just stopped on the dirt road, how did the village chief know whether he had an extra piece of flesh or a piece of flesh missing?

In case my abnormal growth is chest hair, you can't see it?
In short, it seems that there are still some secrets in Lingcun.

Mostly hidden branches.

The road has to be taken step by step, and Ning Luozi can't be so ambitious.

What he needs to focus on now is the main line of Cang Ming.

That is the line of the saint.

"Based on the known information so far, the power of the saint has something to say, creating spirit beads, and empowering believers to perform spells."

"I feel that it has something to do with the virtual reality of the strange world?"

Ning Luo didn't know whether the saint would be the boss of the Underworld, and he wouldn't defile people's innocence out of thin air.

Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

Because of the combination of the saint's innate dao body and the chaos and disorder of the Kuroshio, it is not difficult to create such a weird and strange environment.

But the statue of the saint is indeed protecting the spirit village.

So the crux of the matter is motivation.

Like the deacon in the forge, he wants to do evil, he needs a motive.

Even if his purpose is to do evil itself, the motive still exists.

The full picture is unknown and declined to comment.

As for exploring the secrets of Cang Ming, it seems that there is still a long way to go.

But the primary goal of Ning Luo's trip was still his spiritual consciousness.

Ning Luo raised his head.

Even though the ruined temple was in ruins, the statue of the god was covered with dust, and most of the painted paintings on the statue of the saint were eroded and peeled off, her peerless face was still clearly recognizable.

There is no beauty in the world, and it is unique for thousands of years.

It's a bit exaggerated to say so, but the statue is only a depiction of the shape, but it can't portray the true charm of the saint.

So Ning Luo felt that if it wasn't for the deliberate beautification of the believers, the saint herself must be more beautiful.

According to Lu Chuan's previous explanation, Ning Luo stood in front of the altar of the statue of the saint, with his palm lightly placed on the incense burner.

A dark wind rose faintly from the incense burner.

The ashes that the mouse turned into were pulled out through the lines in Ning Luo's palm and poured into the incense burner.

Until the movement subsided, Ning Luo took out three sticks of sandalwood from the altar and stood among the incense ash.

The sandalwood set itself on fire without fire, and the gray smoke curled up into Ning Luo's eyebrows.

This is the process of enshrining the statue of the saint.

In short, it is using sandalwood as a medium to exchange ashes for consciousness.

The long drought was met with rain, and Ning Luo's exhausted sea of ​​consciousness ushered in a torrential rain.

The sky is like ink, and the clouds are overwhelming.

The torrential rain, regardless of strands, roared and fell into the sea of ​​consciousness, forming a pool of clear water.

Ningluo Lingtai was clear and clear, and felt the long-lost comfort.

There are no external spirits and blood food in the Cangming Realm, so it was impossible to start cultivation.

However, the consciousness bestowed by the statue of the saint is Ning Luo's only hope to embark on the path of cultivation.

But Ning Luo will not be blindly optimistic.

When it comes to the reason, it is still the so-called "clear price of fate".

With the experience of the desolate prison world, Ning Luo knew that this kind of consciousness bestowed by others not only had an unknown origin, but also might hide landmines.

Although he has no choice now, he must have a heart after all.

Spiritual consciousness merged into the sea of ​​consciousness, and Ning Luo immediately tried to construct a cycle.

But soon, he frowned.

"Ok?"

"Why can't I refine my godly energy, and can't refine my godly blood?"

When Ning Luo tried to construct a unified circulation of the Trinity of Essence, Qi and God, he found that his spiritual consciousness was flowing through the heart and kidneys, and when refining the spiritual blood, it all ended in failure.

Whether it is the invisible inner spirit or the tangible qi and blood, after the construction of the two is completed, it will not take long for them to collapse.

Like a deflated ball, it shrank and disappeared little by little until it turned into nothingness.

Didn't even have time to complete a loop.

Ning Luo had expected this situation, but he did not expect the process to be so bizarre.

Because transcendents have two or three reliable exercises by their side, if Lu Chuan and the others have to rely on ghosts and gods for power, it means that almost all exercises will fail in the underworld.

He just didn't expect that the invalidation process would be so simple and rude, even unreasonable.

What about my soul?Where is my blood?
What happened?
The key consumption of consciousness also evaporated out of thin air, so Ning Luo's operation directly staged a wave of energy non-conservation, and lost a lot of consciousness.

"The spirit blood collapsed because of the rules?"

Ning Luo still doesn't know much about Dao.

But at least I have read the Taoist scriptures.

Things are mixed, congenitally born.Lonely and lonely, independent without changing, traveling around without dying, can be the mother of the world.

This is the description of "Tao" in Chapter 25 of Tao Te Ching.

Tao has no form or image, and is a universal law that exists in all things.

In other words, it's a rule.

If the rules of the Underworld were like this, it would be forbidden to cultivate spiritual blood.

Nanning Luo's failure this time may be explained.

But how can there be such a way in the world?
Essence is the foundation of the world, if you can say it is forbidden, you can ban it, and it will naturally destroy this world!

Ning Luo raised his forehead and pondered: "Leaving aside the restriction of the Dao, the reason why I can't construct a cycle, logically speaking, there are only two possibilities left."

"First is the consciousness. There may be a problem with the consciousness bestowed by the statue of the saint, because it cannot be transformed into spiritual blood."

"Secondly."

"Is it not a matter of divine consciousness, nor is it a matter of laws."

"Rather, my question?"

(End of this chapter)