Immortal Sword Master

Text Chapter 964 Eternity

Lin Xin flipped through the stacked frames for a while.

The artist did not disturb him. Let him find it randomly in the drawing pile and drawing paper.

At first it was all landscape paintings, from landscapes to planets, to the universe, to black hole sun supernova explosions.

Everything.

The lower the range, the smaller the range.

After Lin Xin turned over a dozen paintings, from the bottom ones, he finally found a so-called human head and snake body painting.

When it comes to painting, it's just a sketch, only a black and white line sketch.

He held the painting in his hand. The scroll was not even mounted, it was just a simple piece of drawing paper.

Then, Lin Xin didn't do anything, just waited quietly.

He had a hunch that the woman would come to him, and he would.

Standing quietly in the windmill and waiting, Lin Xin began to devour the surrounding air, and the gas density here was far more than any place he had ever seen.

It's even higher than the rock density of the Big Universe.

"Wait !!" Suddenly Lin Xin flashed a flash of light in his mind.

"Will it be possible, I am now in a massive mass of extremely terrible density. But the lighter substance in the substance becomes air gas in my eyes.

The heavy, denser ones became dirt, grass, and windmills in my eyes. "

Lin Xin was shocked.

"Even further speculation, I may now be inside a huge black hole star. For ordinary people, what they see is a scary planet with a density so high that it becomes a black hole.

In my eyes, my density has reached a very high level, so compared to me, the matter in this planet is actually divided into turbidity density. "

This principle is somewhat difficult to understand.

But Lin Xin came up with the key that might confirm this almost instantly.

That is, the black mud he swallowed before was denser than he had swallowed a few planets.

He swallowed a small clump of black mud just now. In the big universe, he swallowed several giant planets.

"interesting."

There was a hint of interest in Lin Xin's face.

"If this is the case, then the density of this entry can't be reached. Once you step in here, the density of the body may be thinner than the air here. It will definitely become the situation of the woman before.

The body becomes translucent. "

"And more existence may not even be qualified to see this place. In their field of vision, there is no difference in turbidity and density, and some are all huge horrible compressed bodies that cannot be imagined. . In their eyes, the material here is the same, that is, the entity that the sight cannot penetrate at all. "

It's like no one can find traces of other colors in the dark.

Thinking about this, Lin Xin connected with the characteristics of the abyss, and immediately knew.

The gate of the abyss is at the end of matter, and if this is really one of the bottom layers of the abyss.

This phenomenon is also normal.

He waited patiently.

Time passes slowly.

Finally, just before the thousandth heartbeat was over, the woman appeared again.

"You helped me find that picture !!!?"

The woman seemed excited.

At a glance, she saw the sketch of the scribbled human head in Lin Xin's hand.

"Tell me how to achieve the original."

Lin Xin said lightly.

The woman gave him a deep look.

"If it's you, maybe it's true .... I've never seen anyone come in and still be physical.

Here, the only one who could keep the entity before was the artist. "

"Did I keep coming in last time?"

Lin Xinhuan was surprised.

"Last time you were incorporeal." The woman shook her head.

Lin Xin frowned slightly and did not continue to ask.

He glanced at the colored thread on his wrist, and there was only one tenth left.

"My time is running out, you better hurry."

"it is good!"

The woman nodded and officially began to explain.

"While I'm still awake, now that you have come here, you must have met certain basic conditions that can touch the original.

And here is the most basic entrance or key to the original realm. "

"what should I do?"

Lin Xin asked in a deep voice.

"In the past, you paid your most precious thing as a reward and traded it with the artist. He will exchange it and help you draw your core eternal scroll."

The woman trembled slightly when she said this.

"The eternal scroll is the strongest part of your body that is most likely to be eternal and unaffected by time.

It can be your physical body, it can be your feelings, or it can be your will, or it can be your carefully crafted instrument, or your soul. Even a lot of intangible things, feelings, emotions, love and hate ... "

"In simple terms, I need to find out what can be called eternal and unchanging on my body, and let it be drawn by the artist? Does that mean?"

Lin Xin briefly summarized.

"You can understand that."

"What if I think that something that is eternal does not actually achieve this effect?"

Lin Xin continued to ask.

"Then you will lose your most precious thing, forever." The woman answered in a deep voice.

Lin Xin's heart froze, he suddenly remembered the **** ancestors in the black universe.

The woman who lost her front half body forever.

"how should I do?"

He asked seriously.

"Go over and say your request. Then say what you think you can do forever.

After that, everything is left to the artist. "

The woman said lightly.

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?"

Lin Xin naturally couldn't believe her.

"I don't need to lie to you. You can do all this and give me my paintings."

The woman's mood has clearly stabilized at this time.

"it is good."

Lin Xin nodded, looked at his wrist, and lost time.

He knew he couldn't delay, and walked slowly forward.

Walk behind the artist, a few meters away, and stop.

"Do you want to leave your mark on the eternal painting wall?" A voice of a male who seemed to suppress his terror rang in Lin Xin's ear.

"Is this the way to the beginning?" Lin Xin asked.

"If you can leave traces, you can."

That voice answered.

"who are you?"

"I'm an artist."

In front of Lin Xin, the artist's original motion of drawing also stopped slowly.

"What's your most precious thing ... is ... eh?"

The artist suddenly froze. After a short pause, he continued.

"Well, we can start. What do you think is your eternal existence, what is your eternal existence?

Give it to me and I will paint on the wall of eternal painting. If successful, you will be eligible to enter the original. "

"I think I will never change ..." Lin Xin closed his eyes and lost his thoughts.

He never thought about it.

Yes.

The original people, because they can ignore and easily cross the manipulation of time, then they must have a place that is not affected by time as the core.

Time passes slowly.

Lin Xin has been silent, he is thinking.

Everything about him is obtained from attribute abilities.

The cultivation of him is also practiced a little bit the day after tomorrow.

These things all grow and become stronger with the accumulation of time. It will also weaken with time.

So what is he that has been truly constant and has not changed over time?

He kept asking himself.

power?

No, it's not.

Repair for?

Neither is it.

know how?

Not even more.

Maybe something special intangible.

Lin Xin frowned.

The artist didn't seem to be in a hurry, but just stopped there quietly, waiting for his answer.

He is not a real life. He is not a life, but a switch.

It's like a lock hanging outside the box.

He didn't have much right to think. The only thing he could do was to draw and ask any one who came here.

But the person I saw before, the person who made him feel interesting, the essence of his soul would be like that.

This makes the artist feel a novelty like never before.

Time flows slowly.

I don't know how long it has been.

Lin Xin finally opened his eyes.

"If there is anything in me that is not affected by time." His eyes gradually brightened, revealing a trace of absolute coldness and reason.

"That should be, I don't want to die!"

"Are you afraid of dying ..."

The artist understood what Lin Xin meant.

"You can say that." After Lin Xin said this sentence, the whole person seemed a bit relaxed.

He stared intently at the back of the artist in front.

Uh ...

The artist picked up the pen and started drawing on a piece of white paper very quickly.

He first drew black and white sketches.

It was a slender person, a person Lin Xin was extremely familiar with.

In an instant, he reacted, and that was himself, his own body.

The artist's speed is fast, from the head, to the feet, and then filled with details, and even the fingerprints are described in detail.

Soon a black and white sketch was drawn.

The moment I finished sketching in the scroll ~ www.readwn.com ~ Boom! !!

Lin Xin felt the darkness around him.

Infinite colic, rushing from all parts of the body instantly.

Then came humiliation.

Then choking ...

Sting again ...

Nausea ... wait, wait ...

All kinds of extreme negative feelings poured into Lin Xin's mind.

He had never had this kind of experience, as if he was struggling in the Youfu.

Perhaps the scriptures of the past are far worse than today.

'I'd rather die...'

An idea grew in his mind.

‘You can be completely relieved when you die. ’

"Do not....."

‘This pain will last until your soul collapses. If you do n’t choose to lift, you will never be free.

The artist just lied to you ..... ’

"Do not....."

Lin Xin murmured.

Numerous kinds of pain, uncomfortable negative perception, began to circulate continuously in his body.

He stood still, motionless.

The woman in the white dress guarding the door looked at him nervously with a look of expectation.

"No one wants to die." The woman understood.

"But there are more things, more trials, more difficulties than death, which are more unbearable.

For example, life that lives in pain forever, and the eternal calm that death brings at this time is what they are after. "

Many people think they never want to die.

But I really have to face extreme pain, extreme humiliation, extreme oppression, etc ...

Too many suicides have revealed the choices of countless people.

When living in this world, only pain is left. Death is the ultimate relief. (To be continued ...)