Gong Er and Pan San quickly moved Li Chuan out.

The autumn sun is very dry, and the sun burns on the body, and all kinds of dark thoughts are opened.

Li Chuan lay down and watched the sun for a while, he didn't go into the state of mystery, he just watched. He has tried many times in the past few days, and after entering the state of mystery, it will not take long to close his eyes and get out of the state; When you close your eyes, you can't concentrate at all.

Blurred in the daylight, he let out a cloudy breath and closed his eyes.

As he had done every time before, the twisted earthworms fell with a clatter, and soon a thick layer was spread over his body, as if it were endless.

Skin tingling. Suffocate.

Li Chuan held back this time and didn't open his eyes.

This time he was infected by Taoism, there was no movement in the "Tattoo Sutra", and the little mouse did not come out, the former was his biggest life-saving hole card, and the latter was tied to life and death with him. Is it because he is really unusual, but he is just scaring himself, everything is just an illusion, or is it because this 'Dao will' is also beyond their judgment?

His body was completely submerged in the writhing words. They were going in and out of his hair, from his ears and nose into his body, cold, slippery, still trying to drill his eyes and mouth.

His breathing was choked, his chest was getting heavier, and he heard his heartbeat, slower and slower, as if stuck, his limbs were tightly twisted, and the blood flow was getting slower and slower.

Thousands of twisted words, gaping mouths, biting at his flesh, chewing, gnawing bones, and sucking brains tugged at his ears.

He's going to die.

He knew that as soon as he opened his eyes, it would all be gone, and he might be a little weaker, he might vomit, he might vomit so much that his eyes were full of stars, and he might have bones all over his body, and he might be in pain when he moved.

But as soon as you open your eyes, it will be over.

Layers of words covered his face.

It's just that he doesn't intend to end.

Even if he opens his eyes and ends it all, what about next time? How many days can he go without sleeping and closing his eyes? When he really doesn't have any strength at all, he always closes his eyes.

That's when it might have really come to an end.

But at this time, he is alive, he wants to take advantage of the fact that he is still alive, to see what can be done with these broken words!

To see the end, he is dead, then he is dead. If he hadn't died, he would have dreamed of watching horror movies every day.

His gaze seemed to break free from the restraints of his body and float up, all the way to the highest and farthest place. In the ethereal line, a pillar can be faintly seen. And these writhing words peeled off from the pillar of light, like layers of veils being lifted, writhing and scattering, and finally crackling down on him.

He's been built into a small mound of dirt, and he's just missing a wooden plaque.

When the gaze was withdrawn from the body, the tingling, itching, and sticky squirming sensation all disappeared.

The peeling on the pillar of light also stopped.

So he went to look at the words, and read them one by one, and memorized them in his heart. He found that when he stared at the individual words, the words stopped writhing, and when he looked away, they writhed again.

After reading a few hundred words, he suddenly saw a familiar word, as if he had seen it before. He rummaged through the piles of words and found the same words.

He found that the words were quite repetitive after they stopped writhing around. He thought about it for a while, then looked at it slowly. Suddenly, the vision brightened, and a ray of light came in.

In the courtyard, Gonger asked Wen Guying in a low and nervous voice, "Senior Brother Wen, is the eldest brother asleep?" ”

Li Chuan on the recliner was bathed in sunlight, his eyes were closed, his breathing was weak but steady, and his face was calm.

Wen Guying stretched out his hand to probe and said, "I'm not asleep." ”

Gongji's voice immediately became sharper, and he said, "Big brother is ...... faint" He suddenly tightened his throat and couldn't speak.

When he raised his head, he saw Wen Guying shaking his finger at him and said, "Brother Li is at a critical time, don't disturb him." After saying that, he pinched his hand and laid a layer of prohibition.

Gong Er was silent for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Will it be faster for us to send the eldest brother directly to Qingzong for treatment?" ”

"No," Wen Guying also replied to him softly, saying: "Xianzhou is not everywhere, there are layers of prohibitions outside the Qingzong, and the monks who are not Qingzong have to rely on walking, your eldest brother's current body can't stand it." Most of the other sects are too. As for the Four Divine Palaces, neither I nor Gong Wuguang can see the problem, and the other people in the Four Divine Palaces probably can't see it, and it's useless to go. ”

"I'll carry my eldest brother over." Pan San said.

Wen Guying glanced at the side, and then comforted them and said, "Brother Li's illness, although I have no clue and can do nothing, I will definitely save Brother Li's life, at least his soul." ”

After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look back, Gong Wuguang was standing by the door, he nodded to Wen Guying, and then walked in. After standing beside Li Chuan for a while, he asked after a careful look, "How long has he been like this?" ”

He replied, "Less than half an hour." ”

Gong Wuguang said: "Ah Rong went to Chang Xiao and got the roll of paper back, I studied it carefully and found something. ”

"Have you ever seen the words on it?" Review should be asked.

Gong Wuguang shook his head, and then said: "You know, I have an excellent relationship with Ming Heng, and his path is completely different from Li Chuan's, but after all, they are all descendants of the Book of Tattoos. ”

He expressed his opinion, saying: "The Taoist meaning contained in these words may have been in harmony with the power of the Tattoo Sutra, which led him to become like this." ”

After listening to it, I had some faith in my heart. So he asked, "And how long will he continue like this?" ”

"I don't know." Gong Wuguang said, "My judgment is that you have to digest this Dao intention before you can wake up." He didn't know anything about the method of cultivation, so this process must be extremely dangerous, and if he wasn't careful, his spirit would be washed away by the Dao intent. ”

"Is there a way?" Review should be asked.

Gong Wuguang shook his head again and said, "I'm just guessing. ”

Wisps of light fell on the pile of words, and Li Chuan saw that those words also lit up, he still watched them intently, observing every trajectory of them, every writhing node, and his mind sank completely.

Then, after a ripple, the world opened up in his field of vision.

The writhing piles of words suddenly dispersed, leaving only a few hundred words laid out in front of his eyes, and then slowly all took on a structure of dots and crosses.

Li Chuan looked at it and suddenly felt that these structures were somewhat familiar.

Butterfly Spirit.

The butterfly spirit, which he couldn't cut through no matter how he couldn't, was a similar structure.

(End of chapter)