With a squeak, Li Chuan felt a faint loosening of his frozen soul.

Images flashed through the dark chasm, a small mouse being chased by a cloud of chaotic mist. The mist morphed into various shapes, trying to catch the little mouse; The little mouse screamed miserably as it twisted into various extreme postures, and each time it just dodged the fog.

Li Chuan tried his best to get close to the rift, trying to see more clearly.

Wait, what's that?

He seemed to see a familiar thin thread in the paw of the little mouse.

But it ran so fast that it didn't know where it was going.

He waited for a while, and finally another afterimage flickered, as if it was really a piece of abyss.

Is he really a stranger? Or is the little mouse a stranger?

As soon as I thought about it, I felt a tingling pain, and my soul was shaken. In the rift, the game of chasing fog and rats is not over yet. The 30,000-year-old rat is indeed quite accomplished in saving his life, and if it hadn't been imprisoned in his sea of knowledge, it is estimated that it would have escaped long ago.

The stinging pain came again.

Can't think. After enduring a tingling pain, Li Chuan let go of his thoughts.

Before he knew it, the mist had formed a net in his sea of consciousness with the silk of the abyss.

The squeak was gone.

Li Chuan tried hard to see, but from the perspective of the rift, he couldn't see anything.

Why can't I see my own sea of knowledge?

Pain!

Then the edge of the rift shattered, and he saw the little mouse hunched over, its claws grasping and retracting, and the abyssal silk that was spread around it actually began to shrink with his movements.

?

I can't see it again.

It seems that the more painful it is, the larger the fissure breaks. Li Chuan tried his best to put together fragmented thoughts. He had to think of something. What do you think? When you think about it seriously, you don't think about anything, and when you are empty, ideas pop up one after another.

Just think about the "Book of Tattoos".

He began to recite the pattern in his heart, starting from the one that initially guided him to mend the pot, and what he remembered could not remember, and how many strokes he memorized.

It turned out that those pictures that had no impression at all still left traces in his mind.

Li Chuan thought while enduring the pain.

The rift is getting bigger and bigger. The darkness is like black paint on a glass bottle, falling off piece by piece.

I memorized it all the way to the Yongzi diagram.

Windy.

The black paint fell faster and he finally saw the panorama of his sea.

It is a leaf, the fine veins of the leaf are intertwined, and the crystal dew drops roll on it.

When the bigwigs in the secret room taught him the knowledge of the sea, he once said that everyone's knowledge of the sea is different, some are as deep as the sea, some are like the sky full of stars, and some thunder and lightning are intertwined with many visions.

When he pinched them one by one, he also saw a little image in the meantime, which was indeed extraordinary.

But he didn't expect his sea of knowledge to be so fresh and elegant, and it was indeed suitable for sleeping.

The little mouse seemed to sense something and glanced at him.

He wanted to help the little mouse, but he couldn't move.

Yuansi wrapped the mist into a ball, but Li Chuan saw that the tail of the little mouse was also entangled in Yuansi at some point.

It's not good, it's a fraud!

Then he saw the silk rolling towards the little mouse, and the mist attached to the silk thread wrapped around his body.

They didn't seem to hurt his Zhihai after fighting for so long, and Li Chuan suddenly realized this.

If you are a little mouse, it will live and die with this place, so you can naturally avoid it.

With that mist, did she really want to occupy his body and return to the realm?

But...... His body would never be able to contain a hint of her divine thoughts. Not to mention that he didn't cultivate at all, he ate so many heavenly treasures, and he still ran a few steps and breathed.

Her mind came in, and his body would definitely explode.

Die together, and fall into the abyss again.

Thinking of this, Li Chuan began to draw the word "Yong", and over and over again, finally the wind blew the dew on the veins of the leaves, and the ripples spread out layer by layer, blowing into the cocoon of the silk and the mist.

He could finally move.

Following the spread of the ripples, he slowly stepped forward and stepped onto the blades, the edges of which were intricately patterned, as if they were made up of the patterns he remembered.

A faint layer of chaotic mist covered the leaves. The ripples blew away the fog, but soon it reappeared.

Li Chuan saw that on the abyss stretched out to the abyss, there was a steady stream of mist rushing over.

It's asking for help from the ontology.

After realizing this, Li Chuan walked towards Yuansi, and in a flash, he arrived.

He continued to think about the pattern of "surge" over and over again, his eyes staring at Yuansi without moving.

The little mouse looked at him again, and then slammed into the mist with ferocity. His legs seemed to be broken, dragging unnaturally.

Stillness appeared.

Li Chuan stretched out his hand and pinched it, and the thin thread he had been pinching in his hand was also pinched at the same time.

He couldn't take care of much anymore.

It's just that the woman has a trace of divine thought, and it is his tattered body, and the people outside should be able to handle it, right?

- Little Mouse, Little Mouse, Little Mouse.

Li Chuan called the little mouse three times in his heart, and then shouted loudly, this time, he really shouted, "Run!" ”

A silk entwined in mist struck him.

The ripples spread out one after another, preventing the abyssal from reaching the abyss again.

Li Chuan felt him rising.

Brush la-la-la!

When they found out that something was wrong, they were no longer able to recall Li Chuan's soul.

"He sank into the abyss." Master Chanhai said.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, trying to show Li Chuan the way.

The last monk to be dealt with was a female cultivator of the Golden Phoenix Sect.

Seeing this, Master Shu was about to take the female cultivator away, but Gong Wuguang stopped her.

He said: "The Tianyin pot is still operating, and Li Chuan is still fighting. ”

"But ......"

"If you insist on taking her away, then when the immortal comes, I will inform the immortal that she is a strange ghost." Gong Wuguang faintly threatened.

At this moment, a book flew out of Li Chuan's clothes.

Jinguang Daisheng.

It's the Book of Tattoos.

The golden light gushed out along the veins of the leaves, and with a silent bang, Li Chuan felt that everything around him had changed.

He finally entered the occult state again.

He saw a gush of golden light fly towards the mist and abyssal silk, wrapping them together and rushing towards the darkness.

It turned out that he was beaten in the sea of knowledge, and "The Book of Tattoos" would still be angry for him.

He saw a lot of things, he saw a little bit of yellow flocculent precipitated on the mist and the abyssal silk, he saw the golden light rushing into the darkness and illuminating a path, he saw all the abyssal silk shattered in the golden light, he saw the frightened face of the woman with a blurred face, and the little yellow of her black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

Before she knew it, she had already been parasitized by strange ghosts.

(End of chapter)