In the ink-like darkness, the sense of panic that comes from "getting lost" is everywhere.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming has been in this ghost place for a long time, and he has some immunity, and he sighed in a low voice: "Even if the so-called remnant soul appears from the corpse, it is not the original 'me', right?" ”

Shi Mama was silent for a moment, recalling that the once huge and majestic Xuanwu was now just a small black stone, and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy: "Naturally not." ”

"I am me, and Xuanwu is Xuanwu...... Even if there are similar memories, they are not the same. ”

"At the beginning, Xuanwu, at the moment of dying, deeply felt the importance of communication, so he gave me the ability of spiritual language and part of his memory."

"The importance of communication ......," Zhang Ming was a little speechless.

"At the same time, it gave me a strong ability to save my life, maybe it had a trace of obsession with wanting to live at that time......

"I see, you are equivalent to a small doppelganger of Xuanwu." Zhang Ming suddenly realized, "Looking at it this way, the last obsession of the extraordinary life at the moment of dying has the same thing as the last wish of the Blue Crystal people. ”

"The remains of transcendent beings...... It's really a very idealistic thing. ”

Shi Mama seemed to think of something, and sneered: "I remember, now you just borrowed a demon god rule. ”

"If you die, there will be no transcendent relic, maybe you will be polluted by the rules of the demon god and become an existence that harms the world! You don't think that after you die, you can become a guardian of humanity, right? ”

"Protecting humanity? I just want to lie flat, who loves to protect who guards, and if I die, I don't bother to care about what happens to human beings. Zhang Ming laughed, after all, the environment in the abyss is stressful, and he can relax his mood with a few words of nonsense once in a while, "Everyone is the same, if you Shi Mama dies again, there will be nothing to keep." Because you're not strong enough to leave a transcendent legacy. ”

Shi Mama is furious, do you have to tell the truth? I don't want to talk to you, let's explore the abyss by myself!

"Stupid, you can only mock me, I can't mock you, right?" Lao Zhang couldn't help but laugh angrily.

Shi Mama immediately repeated: "Fool! ”

Zhang Ming forcibly resisted the urge to scold, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to dive down.

……

The water pressure is increasing.

Thin black lines, as if sensing something, slowly extended in the direction where Zhang Ming was.

They possessed substantial entities, and little by little they were wrapped around the armor, producing a certain degree of tension, and after a while, Zhang Ming's whole body was wrapped like a cocoon, completely unable to move.

"In my time, there was a similar monster called the white-haired girl." Shi Mama suddenly remembered something, and told a ghost story, "It has white hair all over its body, just like a dandelion, and when it sees people, it says, do you want to blow it?" ”

"And then?"

"If you blow it, it touches the attack rules of the white-haired girl. The fluttering white hairs spilled down and infected you into another white-haired girl. If you don't blow it, it will use the white hair on its body to tie you up and use it as food. ”

"There's also a monster called the Ice Ghost. They hold a jar of poison gas made from their own hair, and when you inhale it, a lot of your hair falls out and you become the next ice ghost. ”

Lao Zhang was silent, and finally said quietly: "Coincidentally, there are ice ghosts on the earth, and they are at the level of world hunters. ”

"What are you talking about, are these hairs from ice ghosts, or white-haired girls?"

Shi Mama was nervous and said tremblingly: "Just scare you." ”

Zhang Ming: It's a pity not to be an anchor.

But there is nothing more terrifying in the abyss than this.

I don't know what's down there, or how deep the ocean floor is.

You have to fight against these inexplicable things, and once you run out of energy, you can't escape.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming is also a master of art and bold, whether it is King Kong or lightning ability, it is his life-saving stunt.

If you really can't escape to the moon, he can always carry the red moon coordinates.

"What kind of monster hair is this?"

Zhang Ming used the ability of "King Kong" and tried it little by little.

This golden light, after touching the thin line, seemed to have some kind of substantial confrontation.

After some experiments, about 3,000 combat power units of "King Kong" were able to break free from these messy black lines.

"After the black line was cut, it didn't seem to cause much consequence......

Immediately afterward, he unleashed a purple electric current, and about 2,200 combat power units of alienated lightning were able to destroy these things.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the arsenal was abundant, and he was not panicked.

"There's something strange down there...... "Shi Mama said suddenly with some seriousness, "probably asleep." ”

"Oh...... Is it alive? ”

"I don't know, it's not a normal creature."

"Is it better than me?"

"It should be better than you."

"I'm going to see what the hell is blocking the exit from the abyss!" Zhang Ming felt that his body was heating up, and he was eager to try.

He didn't struggle anymore, and let the black threads wrap around his body and slowly sank.

I have to admit that the armor made by Honggang is quite sophisticated, and the defensive performance is excellent, even if it is tied up by so many black lines, there is no damage.

There was also an oxygen supply device inside, and Zhang Ming was not in a hurry, so he descended for about ten minutes before gradually coming to the bottom of the abyss.

Countless fluffy, cocoon-like things were slowly wriggling beneath the ocean, forming a huge plush carpet.

Those black silk threads are emanating from these big cocoons.

Soon, under the entanglement of these black lines, Zhang Ming also turned into a big cocoon.

A cold power passed through the black silk thread.

"Hmm......"

This force is not pure destruction, but an indescribable feeling...... Zhang Ming only felt that it was extremely dangerous and might bring some kind of irreversible mutation.

"What is this?"

"Will potential creatures be transformed into abyssal species by these black lines?"

"Or do you want to keep me here as some kind of food?"

His brow furrowed slightly, and streaks of purple electricity appeared on the surface of the armor, and a small hole was broken in the large black cocoon under the cutting of lightning.

Through this small hole, Zhang Ming quietly observed the outside world.

The vision was too dim, and there were black wriggling cocoons everywhere.

"Cut open a big cocoon and take a look."

Purple electricity flashed, and a large cocoon was suddenly sliced open.

There was a flash of red light in his eyes, and he saw the ...... inside. There's a corpse of an abyssal monster?!

The monster's vertebrae actually shone like a light bulb, and when he noticed that the giant cocoon had been dissected, how many times did the monster's corpse move?

But soon, more thin black lines wrapped the body again.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ming couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Shi Mama rolled over with a smoke, investigated for a while, and quickly rolled back: "It's dead, and the black line is devouring and absorbing the flesh and blood on it." But the vertebrae...... Doesn't seem to be dead yet? ”

"Is it being digested?"

I couldn't figure out the reason, Zhang Ming didn't bother to think about it, he simply cut the bottom of the big cocoon on his body, and with the help of this big cocoon as a cover, he walked with it: "Where is the very strange place you noticed?" ”

"Left...... Then move on. ”

After walking like this for half an hour, Lao Zhang climbed onto a giant cocoon.

His pupils dilated, extremely shocking!

Because not far away, there are huge stone monuments like mountains, which may be 5 kilometers long and 600 meters high.

The dense black lines entangle the gaps of the stele, giving people a thrilling beauty.

As for the stele, there are also some unknown words and paintings carved on it.

Zhang Ming jumped on it, carefully brushed aside some black lines, and saw the complex lines on it.

One...... Primitive tribes?

Zhang Ming didn't know if it should be called a primitive tribe, anyway, the civilization scene painted on it was not too populous, and it might only look like a few hundred people...... Of course, it may also be limited in space, and it is impossible to draw everyone.

Everyone wears a mask, divination, hunting, gathering, blacksmithing, smelting, pottery.

However, there is no technology.

Only a newborn baby, not yet masked, can be seen in their general appearance - somewhat similar to a human, walking upright, clothed, and having three eyes, one of which has a forehead.

As soon as the baby was born, he was blinded and drenched in blood.

The baby burst into tears.

The size of this species is extremely large, and even ordinary individuals seem to be hundreds of meters tall.

The largest individual is like a mountain.

The main reason why they are blinding their eyes is because above the sky, there is an even greater existence - [Ten Thousand Eyes]!

It obscured the sky and swept the earth, like a dark cloud, covering the sky, and there could be hundreds of thousands, millions of eyes covering the sky, staring at this handful of people!

Eye! Eye! Every space around me is full of eyes!!

Paintings with an artistic flavor cannot fully describe the story that once happened...... But just by taking a look, Lao Zhang couldn't help but feel a deep chill, felt a sharp pain in his skin, and began to grow eyes!

Then there was a flash of lightning in his mind, dispelling the slightest illusion of panic.

Zhang Mingcai gasped and calmed down.

I have to admit that the description of this panic atmosphere is already the pinnacle of art.

Zhang Ming was very satisfied with this painting, which completely surpassed the artistic crystallization of the Yanjiao people and the blue crystal people, and sublimated to another level.

"Hey, the archaeologists have found something good."

"This thing...... What art! ”

Near the painting, there are also large paragraphs of text.

Although Zhang Ming could not recognize these bright red words, each handwriting carried a kind of spirit that pulled out the mountains, even after thousands of years, this spirit still exists.

(End of chapter)