In the endless sea, a seemingly boundless continent sits in it, and no matter how many years of lapping and erosion of the monstrous angry waves it is, it cannot conquer this continent. www.biquge.info At the junction of the coast, occasionally a little gravel will fall off this solid unimaginable land under the tearing of the angry waves, and will immediately be swept away by the waves that seem to be impatient, as if snatching the spoils of war, and disappear into the vast sea in an instant.

This continent originally had no name, and it was not until later, after a powerful monk on the continent broke through the void and ascended to the sky, that other creatures on the continent gave a name to the place where they lived, a name full of envy and sourness - the human world.

On the other hand, the corner of the world that seemed to be full of warmth and peace when the first monk ascended by the sun was shattered, and it was called the fairy world.

With the human world and the fairy world, where is the world where people go after death?

With this question, coupled with the appearance of ghosts that have been transformed into the death of some powerful or in some way, people have speculated about an unconfirmed world, a world to which only the dead will go - the underworld.

In all accounts, the underworld is the destination of all the dead, and it is full of death. Any living creature with life in the underworld, even the most powerful person in the monks, will be instantly killed by the death qi of the underworld, or assimilated, and become a true member of the underworld.

As for whether the immortals of the fairy world can survive if they are in the underworld, the creatures of the human world have no way of knowing, and they can only locate this result with good expectations - yes. Because, the fairy world is beautiful, and the immortal is omnipotent!

―――――――――――― an overview of the Three Realms of "The Hundred Things".

Recalling the records in "Qiankun Hundred Things", which he had read as an idle book since he was a child, the corners of Li Chuyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood softly, and silently observed the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Now he is covered in rags, countless small wounds spread all over his body, slowly yearning for blood, only the Qiankun bag on his neck is still intact, proudly proving the excellent quality assurance of the "Taoist brand".

On the face that was also covered with blood, Li Chuyi showed a trace of pain from time to time, and after a hot burst of burning in his lungs, he would spit out a mouthful of blood when he coughed lightly. Silently feeling the condition in his body, Li Chuyi knew that he had suffered an internal injury, an internal injury that was more serious than this miserable appearance.

"If I keep throwing up like this, I don't know if I'll vomit all my blood and become a human being. If I really want to become a human being, then I have to inform the Taoist priest and directly sacrifice myself into a zombie with intelligence, and become a living dead to cultivate the way of life and death. ”

Li Chuyi smiled self-deprecatingly. He knew, let alone inform the Taoist priest, even if he wanted to call someone to save him now, he couldn't shout. Besides, even if he could shout, looking at the thick dead air around him, it seemed to be the underworld recorded in "Qiankun Hundred Things", he didn't dare to shout loudly, and he didn't even dare to move.

Joke!

If this is really the underworld, then although I don't know why he has not been assimilated, but if the noise causes any changes, then he has no place to cry; if this is not the underworld, then it is no better, look at the thick and undissolved dead air here, although for the time being, I don't know why it has no effect on him, but who knows if there will be any monsters hidden in it that affect social harmony, if it is born to attract his own body of fragrant white and fat fragrant meat to swallow, then it is better to be assimilated by the dead air.

At this time, in the only uninjured mind, Li Chuyi repeatedly echoed what the Taoist priest had said to him: "If you are trapped in an unknown and dangerous place, you must be calm; if you are seriously injured, even if you are about to die, you must be calm; and when you encounter an invincible enemy or an enemy who is enemies in the sea of blood, you must be calm." All in all, you must be calm when you encounter problems, because there is no endless road, and there is always a lifetime of nine deaths. If you lose your coolness, become crazy, or even collapse, then congratulations, you're dead! When the time comes, remember to inform Lao Tzu that Lao Tzu will burn paper for you during the New Year's Festival, and send you flowers on the Qingming Festival, both white and yellow. Hmm, what's Qingming Festival, that's not what you should know, get out of the way!"

"Although I don't know what Qingming Festival is and why I want to send flowers, it shouldn't be a good thing to say from the mouth of a Taoist priest. Thinking back to what the Taoist priest had said, a smile appeared at the corner of Li Chuyi's mouth, which instantly turned into pain, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times.

Therefore, whether it was the painful and itchy feeling brought to Li Chuyi by the countless small wounds on the appearance that made people feel numb on the scalp, or the painful feeling that the internal organs seemed to be cut and stirred over and over again, even if these two feelings were mixed together and tortured him, they could not make Li Chuyi feel the slightest touch at this time.

"The master is the invincible Li Chuyi, the pain is all an illusion, and the master has no feeling! Lao Tzu is the invincible Li Chuyi......"

Repeating these words silently, Li Chuyi continued to overcome the painful feeling of being tormented and crazy, and tried to mentally treat himself as a bystander, so as to alleviate the pain.

At the same time, the Xuan Gong in his body was silent, even if the pain in his body increased a little more during exercise, he just gritted his teeth with a hideous face and continued without hesitation.

There was a voice in his head that kept telling him that he was tired and wanted to take a break, just take a break, but Li Chuyi didn't dare to relax at all. Because he knew that once he slackened, then that glimmer of life, he would never find it again.

When the breath in his body ran to the second part with the silent recitation, Li Chuyi suddenly found that his pain suddenly eased a little. Although this trace seems to be so small that it seems to be an illusion, but now that his whole body is tormented by unimaginable pain all the time, Li Chuyi clearly feels it.

"Could it be that the second part of this "Taoist Canon" talks about healing?"

Whatever the second article is about, as long as it is useful at this time. In the nine chapters of the second chapter, Li Chu completed the first two chapters, so he immediately made a decision, not running other scriptures, and the breath in his body was fully running the two chapters of the second chapter.

As the exercises worked, although they were so slow that they were almost unnoticeable, Li Chuyi could still clearly feel that he was getting better little by little.

Exhaling softly, Li Chuyi felt a little relieved. The Taoist priest is right, there is no absolute, there will always be a trace of vitality, if there is no accident, this time the vitality may have been under his calmness, and he firmly grasped it in his hands.

Li Chuyi, who was a little relieved, took a trace of his mind to recall everything that had happened before, and suddenly his heart was full of hatred and fear, so that he couldn't help grinding his teeth to a clattering sound, and the joints on his tightly clenched fists turned white, revealing green tendons.

In the thick air of death, a low roar full of hatred sounded.

"Dayan !!!!!!!!!!!!!"