In fact, Liu Li also said that maybe both choices are wrong, because we are facing a demon god, he has a power that we can't imagine, no matter how we choose, the result is a failure, but this selection process is the process of sublimation and transformation of my soul, if I achieve the transformation of the soul, we still have a chance to win.

So, which should I choose?

Avoiding Ji Ling means retreating, it means escaping, it seems to be the best choice, but what is inside is self-denial.

Believing in Liao Qingjiang, going to find Ji Ling and dealing with the remnant soul of the demon god head-on may seem to be a very reckless move. But it is an affirmation of the self.

To believe in Liao Qingjiang is to believe in the former best friends, believe in the beauty of human nature, and believe in friendship; To find Ji Ling and face the remnant soul of the demon god belongs to courage and responsibility.

After thinking about it so carefully. I think it is the right choice to look for Ji Ling, because only in this way can I achieve self-sublimation as Liu Li said.

After thinking about it all, I didn't hesitate anymore. Cross-legged again, began to close his eyes and meditate, trying to sense Ji Ling's location, trying to determine his location so that he could find him as soon as possible.

I don't know if it's because I figured it all out, this time when I meditated, I actually felt that my consciousness was extremely clear, and I quickly sensed the location of the remnant soul of the demon god, and this time, Ji Ling was still controlled by the remnant soul of the demon god, but I was no longer afraid of the flame face.

Even when I came to Ji Ling's side, the flame face was not able to absorb the power of the demon god in my body, and after thinking about it carefully, in order to determine the real situation, I even reached out and pressed it on Ji Ling's shoulder, but nothing happened.

At this moment, I suddenly realized in my heart that perhaps, what the remnant soul of the demon god absorbed from my body was not the power of the demon god, but my fear, all my negative emotions, once I stopped fearing the other party, it would not be able to absorb energy from me.

The flame face also sensed that something was wrong, and rushed out of Ji Ling's abdomen, roaring at me, and opening its mouth to bite my left hand again.

But this time was completely different from the last time, the flame face roared at me, and I didn't feel the slightest fear, even if the other party bit my left hand, I didn't feel any pain, just felt a warm heat enveloping my arm.

Ignoring the threat of the flame face, I looked at Ji Ling carefully, now he has long lost the high-spirited young man he saw before, not to mention the cold killer style, his eyes are now glazed, and he looks like the patients I saw in the psychiatric hospital before who had taken tranquilizers.

I couldn't help sighing, reached out and touched Ji Ling's head: "Ji Ling, can you hear me?" ”

Ji Ling's eyes didn't react at all, he was still looking straight ahead, obviously losing his self-awareness, and the flame face also laughed wildly: "Ji Zang, it's useless, he has long lost his self-awareness, don't waste your efforts." ”

Hearing the flame face say this, the angry flame in my heart suddenly rose and burned, and smashed the flame face out with a punch, the next moment. I felt a sharp pain in my right hand, and I opened my eyes to find that it was already dawn outside.

I looked down at my right hand, and found that there was an extra burn mark on the back of my right hand, and it was a little painful to the touch, and I knew in my heart that this was the last punch I hit in the face of the flame man, and the back of my hand was burned by the flames on his body.

It's a bit strange, in my dream, even if it fell on my arm and bit me, it didn't cause any damage to me, why did I end up punching it and the back of my hand burned?

Is it because my heart was like water before, and I didn't have any mood swings, and when I finally hit him, it was because I had anger in my heart, so I was burned by its flames?

This seems to be a little wrong, is it possible that in the future, when facing the demon god, I have to become a saint who has no desires and no desires? Not even anger? That's too much for a strong man.

Thinking wildly in my heart, I still took out my mobile phone and prepared to book tickets, although the process of meditation this time was too hasty, and I didn't carefully sense Ji Ling's direction, but I still vaguely remembered his general direction. It should be further northwest, but further there, it is above the roof of the world.

Will it be over there? There are many magical legends on the roof of the world, which I heard when I was very young, and it is said that some herders there have never been to school, and they can't read a single big word. But after experiencing a serious illness, he woke up and inexplicably wrote a long poem about King Gesar's biography.

The long poem in the biography of King Gesar is a long poem describing King Gesar slaying demons and fighting them on the plateau, and even scholars with profound literary attainments cannot write such poems in a short period of time. However, these illiterate herdsmen learned in this way, and each of them was able to memorize hundreds of thousands of words of long poems and sing them among the herdsmen.

There is no other way to describe this kind of thing than by miracles, after all, people are not computers. It is not possible to instill content directly, and if it can be done, it must be a supernatural power that surpasses humans.

In addition to the legend of King Gesar, there are many legends, such as the fact that fish was never eaten there, because legend has it that there was once a city inhabitant. Because he did not believe in the gods, blasphemed the gods, and was punished by the gods, the whole city was submerged in the lake, and all the inhabitants turned into fish, so. People over there never eat fish.

It is said that there were once mainland tourists who ran over there and saw the fish in the lake, and they caught a few of them and grilled them, but after eating, they began to have a stomachache, and they felt as if there were thousands of knives stirring in their stomachs. Lives are gone.

Fortunately, Tibetans passed by and sent them to the nearby Living Buddha, who gave them the Dharma, and all they spit out were clumps of things like human hair, and they recuperated for almost half a month.

Of course, these legends are true or false. No one knows, but the place is very mysterious, the herdsmen are very religious, and many legends are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Determined that I wanted to go to the roof of the world, I booked a plane ticket with my mobile phone, got up and washed. After a buffet breakfast at the hotel, I put on my backpack and set off.

On the way to the airport, I was still thinking about Ji Ling, how could he go to the roof of the world after he was controlled by the remnant soul of the demon god? There, what can the Demon God remnant get?

If the other party really needs negative energy, it should go to a densely populated big city, after all, all kinds of things are going on in big cities every day, the joys and sorrows of the world, there should be more in big cities, how much negative energy can be absorbed by going to remote places?

As for wanting to find me, merge with the power of the demon god. Then you should be coming in my direction, what are you doing in such a remote place?

Could it be that it has something to do with those legends over there? I remember reading a legend on the Internet that King Gesar killed many demons and finally built the corpses of those demons into a huge tomb, after he and his warriors died. The corpses are buried in it and used to suppress these demons.

This legend used to sound to me, and I only thought it was a myth and legend, and it was the imagination of the ancients, but now that I have experienced such a terrible thing as a demon god, I began to doubt it. It is also very likely that those legends are true, and besides, the remnant soul of the demon god controls Ji Ling to go there, and it is very likely that he is absorbing the energy of those demons.

I thought this inference was a bit absurd, but a voice in my heart told me that it was probably true.

Come to think of it. I couldn't help but be anxious, if those legends were true, wouldn't the remnant soul of the demon god be growing stronger now? If we can't get there as soon as possible, when the power of the Demon God's remnant soul is unstoppable, where will we have any chance of winning?

Because I was so anxious, my face was ugly, and the flight attendants came to see me several times along the way, for fear that I was sick and had an accident on the plane.

After getting off the plane and breathing in the slightly cold and fresh air of the plateau, I took a taxi to the hotel after leaving the airport, ready to meditate again and confirm Ji Ling's current location.

Today's plateau city, the building complex is still not as prosperous as the central and eastern cities, and the architectural style is more distinctive. Most young people dress the same way as in the Mid-Eastern cities.

In some places, in addition to the bilingual signage on the street, the modern traffic lights and traffic will make you feel like you are in a mainland city.

After checking into the hotel and opening the room, I hung up the Do Not Disturb sign. After locking the door, he sat cross-legged on the bed and quickly entered meditation.

I originally wanted to find Ji Ling's whereabouts quickly, and I didn't think much about it, but as soon as my consciousness entered a meditative state, I ran into trouble.

As soon as my consciousness entered the consciousness space, countless black palms reached out around me, firmly grasping my body and dragging me into the depths of the dark consciousness space, the depths of which seemed to be a swampy quagmire, exuding the smell of death.

What makes me even more terrifying is that those black arms are covered with yellow eyes with vertical pupils, which look very much like reptilian eyes, crowded densely on the surface of the arms, and at a cold glance, they are like dense blisters, which makes people shudder.

Being dragged by these arms, I was terrified in my heart, and I subconsciously struggled, but where did my body break free from the entanglement of so many arms, and I was still dragged into the depths of darkness little by little.

As my consciousness receded, I saw a dark door with mysterious Tibetan characters carved on it, and there were all kinds of strange patterns and hideous beast reliefs on the door, and there were many eyes on the reliefs, all staring straight at me.

I knew in my heart that if I was pulled through that door, I would probably die, and even if I didn't know Tibetan, I could feel the breath of death behind that door, which was a door of death.

What to do? What to do?

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