Chapter 138: Rat Cry

After walking like this for a whole day, the little yellow squirrel still did not change his cautious pace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Three days, and another three days passed in a hurry.

The little yellow squirrel walked for three days, and the passage was still silent, without the slightest sound, and I don't know how many years no one had walked it.

The darkness ahead was incomparably dark, pitch black, and it was inevitable that there would be some hair.

Gradually, a trace of anxiety rose in the little yellow squirrel's heart.

However, in this moment of silence, there was not a single sound, only the sound of his own heartbeat. Anxious and lonely forward, gradually inevitably a little unbearable, a little irritable. However, the little yellow rat suppressed the irritability in his heart, and in the extremely long passage, it had a premonition that there must be a shocking secret in it, which could help Chen Ping.

It took four days for the little yellow squirrel to come to the end. The sound of rushing water in front of me gradually greeted my ears.

The sound of running water ahead meant that it had reached the end of the passage, but the little yellow squirrel stopped a moment before he was about to step out of the passage.

Through the passage, the little yellow rat saw a huge waterhole in front of him, and above the waterhole was a huge dragon head spitting water down.

The pool is thousands of feet deep, but it is always difficult to see the bottom. The little yellow squirrel sniffed, smelled a different smell, and a vague instinct stopped the little yellow squirrel's pace.

Looking at the dragon's head, the little yellow mouse even felt that his mouse eyes were painful, like a knife scraping.

However, the turquoise waterhole looked particularly cold in the eyes of the little yellow squirrel.

It has been accompanied by darkness all year round, and has a familiar perception of all disharmony in the negative darkness.

In the turquoise waterhole, there must be something unknown.

The little yellow rat stared straight at the waterhole, it didn't have much time, Chen Ping was in a very bad situation now, if he continued to delay, there would inevitably be an accident.

The rat's eyes swirled, thinking for a long time, the little yellow mouse bit the snow-white sharp rat teeth, the little yellow mouse picked up a small stone, and a trace of aura ran in his body. Wisps of simple road patterns are engraved on it.

The dark sun is without a trace, and the pace unfolds instantly, not seeking to be fast, not seeking to avoid attacks, but only to conceal his body.

With its third-order cultivation, it can only escape into the void for three breaths, and after the three breaths, it must return to the channel.

The little yellow squirrel jumped out in an instant and ran towards the waterhole. After the whole body escaped into nothingness, he quickly rushed towards the waterhole.

In a moment's time, the little yellow rat had quickly jumped to the waterhole, and threw a stone in his hand into the waterhole.

Shout!

The figure quickly retreated, and in just two breaths, the little yellow squirrel had jumped into the passage. However, even so, the little yellow squirrel did not stop at all, and its body escaped into the void like a shadow, running towards the path from which it came.

Poof!

In the rapidly receding small yellow squirrels, small rocks also fell into the pool. However, after the small stone fell, it did not make a splash, but sank straight to the bottom.

Instantly, the little yellow squirrel smelled something different.

The dark runes on the small stones always maintain a trace of awareness with the little yellow squirrel after sinking to the bottom of the water. However, as the stone sank, the dark runes gradually dissolved, and the dissolution speed was unstoppable.

"Squeak?"

The little yellow squirrel hid in the passage and scratched the rat's head, wondering. The small stone that was supposed to be manipulated by it gradually lost contact with it.

"Squeak......

Just when the little yellow rat scratched his ears and cheeks, he didn't know how. The surface of the waterhole without wind gradually reflects a trace of waves.

Boom Rumble!!

The space began to tremble, and a dull sound came from the bottom of the pool.

Suddenly, the little yellow mouse's appearance changed greatly, and the handsome mouse face turned white with fright in an instant, and its body quickly rushed away towards the passage. However, in this invisible aura, the little yellow squirrel couldn't move his feet no matter what.

The waves on the surface of the water became denser and denser, and eventually the entire waterhole was no longer calm.

Gradually, the water level of the waterhole began to fall, slowly and orderly retreating.

"Squeak?"

The little yellow squirrel tilted its head, and in the face of this situation, the little head was difficult to guess at all.

At this moment, the waterhole has bottomed out, revealing the silt at the bottom of the pool.

After a long time, the little yellow rat took several deep breaths, slowly opened his feet, and walked towards the edge of the pool. At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed through its heart.

When the little yellow squirrel came to the edge of the pool, it saw the bottom of the pool, which was extremely dark. But I saw that in the middle of the bottom of the pool, there was a dark square stone pillar, the stone pillar was very old, the traces of time, the water of the pool was eroded, but it was difficult to move the stone pillar in the slightest.

Looking at the ancient atmosphere revealed on the stone pillar, four words were engraved on it, the font was neat, but it was vast and difficult to read.

The little yellow mouse looked at the font, couldn't help but tilt his little head, the rat's eyes were confused, but it was always difficult to recognize, so he could only take out the strokes, draw the gourd in the same way, and copy it down.

There are countless tiny runes next to the big characters, and the little yellow rat also draws a gourd and engraves them all. With the copying, the avenue seems to be sung in the ears, and the rhyme rotates around the body. With the copying and engraving of the font, in a trance, the sky is as white and flawless as jade, and the Tao is as pure and noble as jade.

Heaven and earth are talking about the avenue. It couldn't read it, but it could understand that it had to be a very vast narrative.

This might be useful to the owner, the little yellow mouse thought.

The little yellow rat didn't know what this mysterious stone carving was, and it didn't know how much it would help Chen Ping, but it knew that if it was useful, it would try its best to get it.

The size is hundreds of words, but the little yellow mouse spent half a day copying and carving. Vaguely, it felt that through a short copy, it actually felt like it was being reborn.

After a few hours, the little yellow rat couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that there was no water at the bottom of the pool.

Opposite the pool was a dragon's head, and at this moment the dragon's head no longer spits water, only the dragon's head has an ancient monster piece on the top of its head.

The little yellow squirrel poked its legs slightly into the edge of the pool and stepped on the mud.

Crunch crunch!

The rat's hooves slowly sink into the mud and spill over the instep. The little yellow squirrel slowly moved its weight forward, and the other foot also poked in slightly.

Walking slowly towards the opposite side of the pool.

The mud at the bottom of the pool is deep, and the yellow and white, soft and bright fluff are all polluted by the silt.

The little yellow rat struggled to move forward, and even crawled on all fours at the end, and the mud was already up to his knees.

"Squeak?"

The little yellow rat turned his head slightly, and couldn't help but wonder for a while. When he passed by the monument of the square stone pillar, he was suddenly struck by something.

However, at this moment, the time was urgent, and the little yellow mouse frowned slightly and continued to move forward.

After a while, the little yellow rat was black and covered in silt, only the pair of crystal clear rat eyes had not yet been covered by silt.

Looking at the dragon head above his head, the little yellow rat was slightly stunned, and it seemed that he couldn't go up.

Looking all over the eyes, looking at the rock wall behind the dragon's head, strange rocks are craggy, and some stones are as sharp as knives.

The little yellow squirrel ran forward and quickly crawled towards the rock wall.

However, the moment he grabbed the stone wall, the craggy and strange stone also drew a red mark on the little yellow mouse.

"Squeak......

In the midst of the severe pain, the little yellow mouse couldn't help but let out a low cry, and tears flashed in the mouse's eyes. However, looking at the strange object of the dragon's head, the little yellow squirrel gritted its teeth again and crawled towards it, even though the tears in his eyes were already faint.

The forelimbs grabbed forward, stepped back and pedaled hard, quickly and hard, and crawled upwards.

In between, there was a rat cry, towards the surroundings.

……

Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and three dark lines flashed in his body. In the end, a figure wearing a robe that was the same as Chen Ping's body shone out from Chen Ping's heavenly spirit.

As this figure was projected, the space suddenly shook slightly. The endless Dao rhyme spreads out on this robe figure, making the whole space stand still and independent as if time is still.

The avenue is ringing, and the heavens and the earth are singing. It was as if he was resonating with the figure in this robe.

Looking at Chen Ping's broken body, the figure in the Taoist robe was speechless and heartless, shaking his head slightly, the omnipresent dark power, the power of the bright stars, the power of the plants and trees of heaven and earth, and the endless various powers in heaven and earth covered the broken body like an ocean.

The collapsed body has long lost the original means of absorbing energy. At this moment, the endless energy spontaneously sank into Chen Ping's remnant body, nourishing the silent body.

With the rotation of the vitality, the endless darkness suddenly enveloped the Dao robe figure, and only a bright light swirled in the depths of the body.

In the ocean of energy, Chen Ping's body was like a sponge, embracing endless vitality.

Black, green, red, all kinds of colors are submerged in the body.

With everyone in Chen Ping's small world, Tegelsai, Chen Chai, Murong Yanran, Murong Yanyu, Victoriana......

Everyone was gradually wrapped in this huge energy, and the broken body was slowly repaired, and even this dilapidated small world was constantly recovering.

After a long time, Chen Ping opened his eyes and sighed at the figure in front of him:

"Didn't you tell you not to come out?

The figure in the robe has no mouth, no heart and no expression, only his eyes are like a smart lamp, always illuminating the front.

"If you don't come out, you'll die. ”

The Dao robe figure did not open its mouth, but a voice sounded faintly in the space.

"It doesn't matter, death in the dark is not the first rise of the dawn. ”

Chen Ping opened his mouth slightly, and the confidence in his eyes was self-evident.

"Less bragging, more bragging, it's not good for your health. But now he doesn't feel much better than you. ”

The wordless and expressionless figure in the Taoist robe always paid attention to Chen Ping, but the voice was like a morning bell in the evening, coming from the ancient times and resounding all around.

"Actually, even if it's the Chaos Bell, as long as you summon the three corpses, you can still win the battle. ”

Chen Ping nodded after hearing this, but shook it again:

"There's no need for that, you have to fight to the death. The Chaos Clock can't afford to be bad, otherwise it will be a big loss for the overall situation. My three corpses must not be in a bad way, otherwise it will affect the future preaching. ”

Without a mouth, no heart and no expression, Chen Ping, who was wearing a black robe, pondered for a moment, and said to the body:

"You don't want to do something that hurts both sides. Looks like he's very enthusiastic. ”

"Are you beating? or are you going to continue to be beaten?"

Chen calmly looked at the 'corpse' in front of him, and couldn't help but smile slightly:

"Beaten? Wutian, I have to beat him, and I don't know him even if I beat him tightly. ”

Chen Ping, who had always been in a black robe like a mural, had no mouth, no heart and no expression, and suddenly smiled slightly.

Smiled slightly, very captivating. But it is like a flash in the pan in the dark night, exceptionally quiet and beautiful. In a trance, Chen Ping seemed to see that he would also show such a smile in the future.

……

The Chaos Bell broke away from the confinement of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Stones, and carried the heavenless away. In this battle, Wutian can be said to be almost invincible.

The Great Dark Sky of the leader of the three thousand innate demon gods of Hongmeng was crushed by him, making him more and more confident in his heart.

"The Great Dark...... God, not dead yet......"

"I can't...... In this regard...... Leave. Be sure to stay...... under him. ”

The same Wutian couldn't calm down in his heart, and the Chaos Bell coupled with his world-beating cultivation could only severely damage Chen Ping, and both sides would lose. His eyes grew hotter and hotter, and his murderous intent swelled.

The Chaos Bell guarded Wutian and carried him back to the Holy Land of Corpse Chasing.

At this moment, although Wutian was sober, his body almost collapsed into flesh, his soul was seriously injured, and his body was almost exhausted.

The Chaos Bell retreated into the void, invisible and shadowless, as if it had merged into the galaxy, and broke through the sky with extreme speed. At this moment, the chaotic bell body is condensed with killing intent, for fear that the protected Wutian will be lost, and at the same time, he also hates Chen Ping.

Wutian was too weak at the moment, and if it weren't for the Chaos Bell to transport him, I am afraid that he would not be able to return to his lair at all. Chen Ping's move was fatal, and the lawless soul was almost swallowed by the darkness.

There is a treasure in the Holy Land of Chasing Corpses, endless mass burial pits, I don't know how many strong people's corpses are buried, and a little vitality is condensed, and it is rumored that Wutian is awakened in this place.

This may be the most effective lifesaver at this moment.

The Chaos Bell was incomparably divine, non-stop, escaping into the void, attracting the stars to cover itself, and rushing towards the Holy Land of Corpse Chase with extreme speed.

"The darkness has destroyed my soul, the darkness has crushed my body, but I will not back down, I will kill it back. ”

"It's a dark day, and you must die. ”

Under the shroud of the Chaos Bell, Wutian's eyes became more and more secluded, and the killing intent burst out, causing the Chaos Bell to reverberate.