Wang Carp squatted on the grass, leaning against the white jade fence on his chest, and reached out with his right hand to the lotus flower in the pool.

Because of the sword technique, the sword intent is contaminated, and every wisp of aura in the dantian is sword qi, but at this moment, Wang Carp will collect the edge, making it gather into a green lotus that slowly rotates and blooms layer by layer.

Recalling the last experience of being squeezed dry in an instant, Wang Li sighed silently.

No matter how good the effect of Qinglian's aura on the lotus flower is, he is only a minor monk in the Qi refining realm, and the difference between the clouds and the earth is not enough to describe the gap between him and the "lotus".

The dog probably knows that this is a drop in the bucket, but it is better not to do well than to do nothing.

Wang Li, the method of giving birth to lotus step by step, has already talked to Wangcai, but it insists on following Wang Li's side, and is not willing to find a ** immortal cultivation step by step to condense the aura of Qinglian.

Maybe it was Wang Li's step by step lotus that opened the door to the Tao, or maybe it was something else, but these are actually not important. As long as the dog doesn't plan to eat him for a day, Wang Li won't think about parting ways with him.

Although it seems a bit exaggerated and even arrogant to say it, he is always very safe when the dog is by his side.

In addition, he is very concerned about the "suspected Nezha" he saw before.

Although I am already very firmly convinced that it is our hero, adding the word "suspicious" can barely reflect Wang Li's stubbornness.

After all, with the information he had, it was impossible to guess who had the audacity to harm him to such a situation, and even if he put aside what he "thought" knew, he came to an even more terrible conclusion: the person who shot it was solely intended to kill him.

These things are too far away, Wang Li will think, and even think deeply, but only "think".

What he cares more about is the figure he has seen with his own eyes.

That's right, want to see more.

[Emptiness].

With the blessing of the state, Wang Carp's index finger touched Qinglian again.

Sure enough, in a shorter period of time than an instant, the Qinglian aura in Wang Li's body was absorbed, and his cheeks inevitably lost their blood, and his lips were immediately pale and chapped.

At the same time, without the support of aura, the state of emptiness began to consume mental and physical strength, and in the realm of forgetting things and me, the gods entered the lotus in an instant.

I saw that countless different lines of brilliance in the field of vision were intertwined and converged in distorted forms, as if infinite colorful pictures were constantly flickering, as if there were hundreds of millions of lines in a single breath.

The eye can't catch it, and the brain simply doesn't have time to process such a huge amount of information.

Rumble!

Wang Li felt that he had suddenly lost all vision, and what was in front of him was not the darkness of reaching out and not seeing his fingers, but the emptiness of nothingness.

I couldn't hear any sound in my ears all of a sudden, and everything was silent.

Under the double dead silence of sight and sound, Wang Li should have gradually panicked, even if he yelled like a madman, it was not surprising, but [Empty Silence] suppressed this venting instinct, because [Empty Silence] let him know that such an act was completely useless in the current situation.

Of course, Wang Carp can still think.

The first thing that occurred to him was that "emptiness" was the most suitable state for cultivation, especially for enlightenment.

Narrowly speaking, the Tao is heaven and earth, and it is nature. After removing all interference, at least his understanding of the nature of heaven and earth will become very pure. It's just that with his current total aura, it is not enough to maintain the state of emptiness for a long time, and at the same time, the realm of strength also restricts his use of emptiness.

Secondly, he is looking forward to seeing more details this time. The last shock was mostly emotional, and the duration itself was very short, and he wasted almost all of it on "shock".

Finally, the timing of this transition...... Seems a bit long?

While waiting, Wang Li's heart gradually sank down, there was no self, no phase, no rise and no extinction, and he completely forgot the concept of time......

I don't know how long it took.

The sound of the waves.

Far away, very weak.

The sound seems to be approaching...... Oh no, it's getting clearer.

The waves came and crashed against the reef.

Hear the splashing waves, hear the tide soak into the fine sand, hear the crabs running wildly, hear the birds flutter their wings and chirp.

My feet are wet, my soaked pants are sticking to my legs, the sea water is rushing up to my waist, and I'm not wearing a shirt?

No, I wore it.

Wearing a piece of cloth? Should be.

The sea water overflowed his neck, the droplets hit his face, and the water receded.

Wang Li's hand raised and gently brushed his cheeks, and the sand stuck to his face.

He opened his eyes and saw that his hands were covered with damp grains of sand.

Five fingers spread, and the sunlight squinted his eyes.

The sea breeze blows, the air is damp, and there is a strong fishy smell...... Wait, the smell of blood?!

The dazed and ignorant eyes shook violently in an instant, and the pupils then contracted inward, followed by the gaze quickly regaining its vigor, and the eyes were clear and clear in an instant.

Turning over, he stepped into the sand with two little feet, his eyes quickly sweeping over the sand.

This is a bay river, connected to the vast sea, as the mouth of the sea.

There are coconut trees, palm trees, and some indistinguishable types of low plants on the beach, small crabs are rampant, snails are scattered, and under the bright sunshine, white waves roll in, a good beach scene.

But Wang Carp has no reason to pay attention to this picturesque landscape.

Three feet in front of him, a silver dragon swaggered across the beach, like a tail made of countless delicate silver filaments gathered aside, layers of silver scales shining in the sunlight, as if living in the deep sea for a long time, at this time, taking advantage of the noon, lying on the beach to bask in the sun.

Unfortunately not.

A huge dragon head is facing the king carp.

In comparison, Wang Li's height at this time was not even comparable to any tooth in the dragon's mouth that was half open.

The silver dragon's tongue slid down from the corner of its mouth, the dragon's whiskers drooped, and when he looked up, Wang Li couldn't help but take a step back.

I saw that the dragon's eyes were wide open, and thin blood threads poured densely from around the eyes to the center of the pupil, and his eyes were both frightened and frightened, as if they were shocked and unbelievable.

The dragon's neck, a charred wound turned outward, was slowly flowing out of crimson blood, falling into the ocean, and with the tide, most of the bay was impregnated.

Next to the corpse of the silver dragon, I also saw a monster like blue indigo, cinnabar, and huge fangs lying on the ground, with a large piece of its head missing, and it was soaked white by the sea.

Wang Li took a deep breath, and the smell of blood was a little choking.

Looking down, the first thing that caught my eye was the big red belly pocket, and then I saw that my hands were holding a white tendon that was still bloody.

Wang Li opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

He moved his short and immature palm, touched the gold ring on his right hand, and pulled the red silk wrapped around his waist.

Looking at the dragon corpse in front of him again, Wang Li's eyes were dazed.

Didn't see the "suspected Nezha" he had seen before, but replaced him with the former Nezha?

In the future, there will be no more "suspicions" to speak of.

Is it a fantasy?

Or Nezha's memory?

But if it is memory, why does he control Nezha's body freely?

Or is he bold, really going back to the distant past?

Whether it is said that it is a low realm in itself, or that everything is too real and terrifying, Wang Li can't see through it and can't see through it.

Unlike before, when he was in a state of emptiness, this time, he didn't feel the overwhelming pressure from his body, and after such a period of time, he didn't feel any sense of imminent withdrawal and return.

So, what the hell is going on now?!