"You're finally awake?"

A voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.

Ning opened his eyes slowly and slowly.

The light falling from the sky shone into his pupils, and time seemed to recover its flow speed little by little with the arrival of the light, Ning Chang looked at the gray, faintly translucent dome, and finally woke up little by little.

The blood on his white clothes had dried up, the wounds on his body had scabbed, and the extremely finely polished grains of sand surrounded him, and half of his body was sunk inside, like a buried fossil.

Ning Chang covered his head and got up from the ground with difficulty.

The voice of the voice came from his body, and the voice could not distinguish the gender, Ning Chang thought for a long time before remembering that it was the voice of the spirit of the Sword Sutra.

"Where is this...... Ning Chang coughed a few times, struggling to get up from the fine sand on the ground, he had a splitting headache, and his head felt like it had been pierced by a poisonous needle, and the stinging pain continued.

"Are you really stupid?" said the Spirit of the Sword Sutra angrily, "This is the bottom of the abyss! You fell in with the old man and the snake." ”

"Old man......" Ning thought for a long time, in the southern wilderness, the last scene rushed into his mind like lightning, Han Chi Zhenren's wild laughter, the head of the nine babies who fell off the plane, and Lu Marry, who screamed in despair with tears on his face...... These images linger and replay them like nightmares when I think of them.

After a long time, Ning Changchang finally calmed down.

"Hanchi Zhenren and Nine Infants...... Where have you gone?" asked Ning Changjiu.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said in a cold voice, "Look behind you." ”

Ning Chang felt a chill coming from behind him, and he turned his body a little bit.

The young man's pupils shrank, and his hand immediately rested on his waist, wanting to draw his sword, but after a short fumbling he found nothing.

In front of him, a pair of withered, wrinkled pupils were staring at him, scaring him away. After his eyes were drawn from it, Ning Chang saw its full appearance, it was a big snake with a dry body, it seemed to have been exposed to the sun for hundreds of years, there was not a trace of moisture between the skin, the scales that were originally pebbles-like lines were also like the shell of a soft-shelled turtle after being burned dry, these scales were still sunken inside, the whole body looked like a deflated ball, it was conceivable that the flesh and blood in it were almost rotten, and those exposed, steel-like hard bones slowly turned into fine sand, gradually blending with the flat sand surface。

"This is ......" Ning Changjiu slowly exhaled a breath: "Nine Infants?"

After finishing speaking, he noticed that between the two pupils, there was a rotting sarcoma, and there were fragments of clothes on the sarcoma, which was the body of Han Chi Zhenren's mutation and death......

There are no headless gods at the bottom of the abyss, and what awaits them is a barren desert with no bounds, and the law of time remains in this desert.

Together, they rotted, collapsed, and turned into flowing sand.

"Marry...... What about Lu Marry?" Ning Changjiu's heart tightened again, although at the last moment, he slashed out a sword and cut off the tail of the Nine Babies she was holding, but with Lu Marry's character, it was very likely that she would jump down, if she jumped......

This terrifying thought flooded Ning Chang's mind.

He knew that although the bones of the Nine Babies in front of him were in the same place as himself, in fact, there was a hundred years between him and the Nine Infants?

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered, "What's the use of worrying, even if you are alive now, can you get out of here?"

Ning Chang sighed.

He looked around, looking at the vast canopy of heaven and the endless sea of sand, just silently hoping that he would not come down to the landing.

"Why am I still alive?" Ning looked at his hand for a long time, his skin was only a little dry, and there was no trace of decay.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "I also wonder, why are you so fateful?"

Ning Chang shook his head and said, "This is not something that can be explained by good fate. ”

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra agreed, "So I'm even more hungry and curious, what is your origin?"

Ning was silent for a long time, and he gradually remembered the record about the Southern Wilderness that he had read when he was reading in the Book Pavilion in the past.

After experiencing Linhe City, in order to explore the origin of the Southern Wilderness Abyss, he read many related classics, and there is even a legend that the ancestor of the Sword Heavenly Sect also went down to the abyss and left relevant scrolls.

And that patriarch is a master above the five realms.

Only cultivators with a godhead or above the five realms can be accepted by the abyss, Ning Changjiu also thought of this record, silently recited it, and then he got up and looked around, the sand under his body was too fine and soft, and every step he took would sink into the sand, and it would take a lot of effort to pull it out.

He came to the bones of the Nine Infants, and looked at its pleated pupils, and between those pupils, there was a rusty and mottled sword.

It was Immortal Sword Minglan.

The sword was too worn to be used, and the rust fell like snow as he wiped his fingers over the blade.

Ning Changjiu pulled out the sword, and in the process of drawing the sword, the other half was directly folded into the pupils of Jiuying.

"Help, help!"

When Ning Changjiu pulled out his sword, a loud cry for help came from the sword body.

"Blood Feather Monarch?" Ning Chang frowned, remembering the demon finch that had been sealed in this sword, and said, "Are you still alive?"

"Ning ......" Blood Feather Jun heard the voice, and trembled with excitement: "Ning Chang...... No, no, Uncle Ning, are you the one sent by God to save the little one?...... I...... I'm going to die, get me out. ”

Ning Chang asked, "How can I save you?"

Blood Feather Jun said eagerly, "This sword is about to rot...... I'm hiding in the core of the sword now, and I can barely live here, you...... Do you have a new intact sword, just this broken sword still calls itself a fairy sword, the master just slept for a while, and woke up to find ......"

Ning Chang felt noisy when he heard it, he pulled out the sword, took it with him, and said, "There is no sword by my side, Jiuying and Hanchi Zhenren are dead, it is a great luck that you can survive." ”

Blood Feather Jun said anxiously: "But if I continue like this, I will die sooner or later...... Uncle Ning, you have to think of a way, when the imperial city was over, if I hadn't attacked you, would you and Zhao Xiang'er have such a stable relationship......"

Ning Chang was shocked, thinking that you almost killed everyone at the beginning, and at this time, you still dare to ask for credit for this kind of thing?

He had the urge to bury the sword in the sand and let it watch itself die little by little.

Blood Feather Jun cried and shouted to his mother: "Uncle Ning, your daughter-in-law can promise me that if you kill a hundred demons, you will find me a new body to release me...... You husband and wife can't keep their promises! And I sincerely repent, uncle, don't leave me. ”

"Daughter-in-law?" Ning Chang's expression suddenly turned cold.

Blood Feather Jun's heart sank, and he thought to himself, could it be that he was wrong again?

It considered whether to change its name, but saw that Ning Changjiu tied the broken sword around his waist, and said lightly: "Be respectful, that's my master." ”

Blood Feather Jun understood, and secretly scolded in his heart What are you pretending to be in the desert where no one is around? ”

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra looked down on Blood Feather Jun's groveling appearance and said, "Let's get out of this desert first." ”

"In which direction?"

"You decide. ”

"Then the north. Ning Chang said subconsciously.

"Hmm...... Why don't you move?"

"Which side is the north side?"

“......”

Ning Chang looked at a cloudy sky, it was like layers of yarn, there was a faint light behind the veil, there was no sun in this world, and those faint lights filled the whole world.

Ning Chang didn't want to be still all the time, which would make him feel like he was surrounded by unknown dangers.

He began to walk around the desert, looking for an exit or a wall or something, for Madame White had told them explicit that she had climbed from the bottom of the abyss......

Since Madame White can go out, it means that this is not a real place of death.

Ning has been walking for a long time, he can't feel tired, but the hope in his heart has dimmed a little.

The desert is so endless that there is no end in sight, it is as if he is walking through an endless ocean, and the whole world is only a vast sea.

But fortunately, he never saw the bones of the Nine Babies again, which means that he has not fallen into the kind of predicament similar to a ghost hitting a wall, at least he has been moving forward.

It's just that......

"Under that abyss, how can there be such a huge space?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Before entering the abyss, he had glanced at a large, circular lake-like field, surrounded by black planes that seemed to hang down, countless fine straight lines.

The lake is huge, but how can it be as boundless as the sea?

Ning Chang remembered Zhang Qiyu's painting scroll world, pondered for a while, and looked around, wanting to find some clues similar to the law.

But this world is sand and sand.

Ning Chang had no choice but to rely on his feelings and walk alone in a certain direction.

"Something is wrong......" In the body, the spirit of the Sword Sutra suddenly spoke.

Ning Chang's footsteps stopped slightly: "What's wrong?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "Have you noticed that the sky seems to be far away from us...... Farther and farther away?"

Ning Chang raised his head.

Because there is no sun, moon and stars above, coupled with the layers of gray and white, it is easy for people to make visual errors and it is difficult to judge the distance between the sky and themselves.

Ning Chang looked at it seriously for a while, and found that the sky did seem to be a little farther away from him.

As time passed, this distance became more and more conspicuous.

Ning Changjiu's cultivation realm was probably the longevity realm, and he wanted to try to fly with a sword to get close to the sky, but he grabbed this broken sword, but he couldn't fly upward, as if some invisible force locked him.

"What the hell is this place...... "The spirit of the Sword Sutra was also stunned, it now especially hopes that a fierce and vicious enemy can come out of it, and come to a decisive battle, either you die or I live, it's all over it.

Time passed slowly.

The scenery around Ning Chang did not change at all, and the sky was getting farther and farther away.

Finally, at a certain moment, Ning Changjiu suddenly discovered that the sand under his feet was also visibly thinning and thinning to the naked eye.

"Brush!"

Ning Chang's feet were empty, and the sand under his feet suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his body suddenly fell downward.

Below there is an abyss.

It was a long time before Ning Changjiu landed again.

He floated back down to the sand.

Ning Chang looked up, and there was an extra moon in the sky above, exuding a gray halo.

Ning Changchang figured it out at a glance, it was not the moon at all, but a circular vacancy, from where he fell.

This is......

Ning Changjiu simulated it in his mind and said, "This is an hourglass-shaped space. ”

The spirit of the Sword Sutra was stunned for a moment, although it had only been born for decades, but it also accompanied Yan Zhou to read poetry and books, and still had an understanding of the hourglass, a timekeeping tool, after listening to Ning Changjiu's words, it also outlined the appearance of the hourglass in its mind, and found that many situations were indeed right.

"Before, we were standing on the sand, and the sand was sinking little by little. Ning Chang stared at the moon in the sky and said, "This should be a container for recording time, and now that the sand in the upper layer has fallen, according to common sense......"

Blood Feather Jun looked confused when he heard this.

The Sword Sutra in the sea of qi answered: "It stands to reason that this world should be turned upside down?"

If so, they will be the first to fall back into their original dimension, and over time, the sand of the entire world will fall on them!

If you are buried alive, you will surely die......

As soon as this thought came to mind, Ning Changjiu saw that the "moon" in the sky began to move slowly.

At the same time, under the silent and smooth sand, there was a sudden movement of [My Love].

The sand suddenly arched one by one, and then cracked like a chicken breaking its shell, and one by one ghostly creatures came out of the sand like poisonous scorpions when night fell, and they took on the form of souls, and at the first glance, they began to kill each other fiercely.

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(The next chapter has also been updated!)

(Thank you for the reward of the alliance leader Xue Jingling!Thank you for the support of the Meng master~)