The pillars of light were broken down into points of light, and the runes were dismantled one by one.

At this time, Li Chuan fully knew the meaning, his hand passed through the pillar of light, and gently pinched the forewing of the butterfly spirit.

The butterfly spirit was still trembling, its wings flapping desperately, and its whole body was shaking violently, trying to escape from between Li Chuan's index finger and thumb.

It can't escape.

The golden light emitted by the "Tattoo Sutra" was divided into strands, and hung on the body of the butterfly spirit one by one. In each filament, there are surges in undulations, and countless filaments of light are wound into cocoons, wrapping the butterfly spirit in it, trapping it and melting. Finally, a shimmering white oval cocoon floated in front of Li Chuan.

The light is dimming.

"The Book of Tattoos" fell, Li Chuan reached out and grabbed it, put it back on his chest, straightened his clothes, and then he took the cocoon in his hand, he felt his palms burn, and then many flickering points of light appeared in front of his eyes.

By this time he was able to drive them.

Li Chuan turned around and looked at the pitch-black mural, the light spots flickered on the surface of the cocoon, and the flickering points of light at the same frequency appeared on the mural at the same time, and after a while, a path appeared at his feet, winding into the pitch-black mural.

At this time, there has been no red light flashing on the mural for a long time, but there seems to be a little crack near the upper right corner.

Li Chuan stepped on the path without hesitation.

Seeing this, Gongji and Pansan also wanted to go over, but when they got closer, they were bounced away by the glimmer.

"Big brother?" When Gongji stood up from the ground, he shouted at Li Chuan.

Li Chuan didn't look back, he kept moving forward, until he walked into the dark mural.

……

Wen was supposed to carry his sword and walk towards the crack in front of him.

As he walked, he said, "It's not the illusion that traps us, it's the power that creates it. All the things in the illusion are just to consume our strength and strain our will. ”

"Here, only the sunlight and the cracks are real, and the rest are illusory." Wen stopped at the edge of the crack and held his sword across his chest.

His fingers slowly slid across the surface of the sword, cracks appeared on the sword's body, and a dazzling red light like lava poured out of the cracks.

Luo Xueli watched Wen Guying's movements and realized that in a short period of time, he had comprehended the Dao meaning contained in these rifts, and he could even use one or two.

Then, Wen Guying plunged the flaming sword into the crack in front of him. Tongue of fire licked the ruby from the hilt, and the flames spread rapidly through the rift, and the crack widened with it, and soon connected to the second crack.

Bang, bang, bang.

The blank ground kept cracking, the flames burned in it, and the black murals were burned out of the world.

Wen turned around and looked at Luo Xueli.

The flames burned violently around him, and the robes on his body gradually dissipated in the red light.

"The illusion is broken." Luo Xueli said.

"But Tiansu's power is still there, and we can't get out." "Give me another five hundred years, and I won't be able to be trapped here." ”

"It's a good show." Luo Xueli said.

"Then it's time to have a drink," Wen Guying sat down in the fire, he took out a pot of wine, put two wine glasses on the ground, and said, "Luo Daoyou, do you want to have a drink?" ”

"Nature." Luo Xueli walked over and sat down in the fire.

……

Li Chuan stepped into the mural again.

The darkness engulfed him in an instant, and he could see nothing but the flickering points of light in front of him.

He also didn't know where he was in the mural at this time.

He knew that Wen Guying and Luo Xueli should be in the upper right corner, that is, near the boat on the mural. But he couldn't tell where it was up and where it was down.

He would step on the point of light and walk forward, walking through the entire mural to find Wen Ying and Luo Xueli. If he can't find it once, he will look for it again, and if he walks ten thousand times, he will not believe that he still can't find it.

Anyway, he has Bigu Dan on his body, there is the injury medicine that should be given to him, and there are a lot of things in the Bishui Ring, and he won't be in pain if he starves to death.

Li Chuan stepped on the point of light, walking over and over again, shouting the names of Wen Guying and Luo Xueli as he walked.

Darkness was eating away at all his perceptions.

It took a lot of effort for him to get his body down, and his legs were like wooden stakes, unable to bend, but mechanically staggered forward.

Gradually, his brain began to freeze, and he would suddenly wake up and find that he had stopped for a long time, but he didn't know when.

After that, the point of light in front of him was also blurry, and he didn't know if it was the point of light disappearing or if it was caused by his blurred vision. He shook his right hand to make sure the Butterfly Spirit was still in his hand.

He continued to tread on the point of light, and as the point of light became more blurred and the darkness thickened, he struggled to take a step forward.

I won't be able to eat backyard grapes next year.

At this time, a flash of red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, a red light...... Li Chuan felt the blood in his body flow again.

He searched around, and finally saw a cluster of flames in front of him, faint flames swaying in tiny cracks.

Cracks, cracks where they are broken.

Li Chuan was too familiar with this crack, he continued to look forward, and finally saw more flames and cracks in front of him. He took a wound medicine, turned out some pills, swallowed it regardless of it, and he came back to life.

The firelight illuminated the way.

Li Chuan walked forward along the crack, and finally he saw two stone statues.

The two sat quietly, one of them still holding a glass of wine, but the wine bottle was no longer visible.

There was a sword beside the other man, broken into seven or eight pieces, the edges blackened as if charred, and the ruby of the hilt was broken into several pieces.

Li Chuan was ruthless, approached and took a closer look, it was indeed Wen Luo and the two. It seems that for some reason, they were turned into stone statues.

Li Chuan took a closer look and felt that the texture of the stone was very similar to the stone statues on the island.

"I finally came in, but you have become stones," Li Chuan patted Wen Guying's shoulder, sighed, and said, "If you don't take me with you when you drink, do you treat me as a brother?" ”

"Daoist Wen, Daoist Wen, what's the matter with you? You see, your sword is broken. ”

"Wake up quickly, say a few nice words to me, and as soon as I am happy, I will help you make it up. How much is such a big ruby worth? ”

He waited for a moment, not waiting for an answer, nor did he see him break free from the stone statue.

He looked at the flickering flames of longing in the cracks around him, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you back, after you go out, I'll find the old palace master, find the king's master, and find the palace lord, they will definitely have a way." ”

(End of chapter)