Tick, tick......

From time to time, there was the sound of dripping water in the dark stone chamber, a claustrophobic, pitch-black world, far away from the living and billions of living beings, only the silence after death lingered around every corner. Every light sound of a drop of water is like a broken death knell echoing.

In the darkness, a woman in blue pressed her little face against the young man's chest, her blue eyes kept turning, as if she could see through everything in the darkness.

Sensing that the young man was still hearing the sound of his heartbeat, she slowly got up, fiddled with her gauze skirt, gently walked to a nearby spring, picked up the spring water and licked it with her tongue. She looked at the unreflected surface of the water in the spring, and the figure of a young man leaping up suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Stupid! big stupid!" she couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, "If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into the cold pool?

She thought for a moment, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "However, if I didn't fall into the cold pool with you, how could I snatch the Fountain of Immortality from that ugly monster?"

The bottom of the cold pool and the fountain of immortality are connected, and the earth-shattering Jiao can live at the bottom of the cold pool for 10,000 years, because there has always been a fountain of immortality gushing out of the spring in the water.

She licked the water in her hand clean, and a white halo suddenly floated on her body, slowly rising like mist, and finally only a little white cat was left standing on the edge of the spring.

"Meow ......"

The white cat turned around, looked at the boy and called softly.

The woman's body was the white cat that followed Ling Jiang in the woods. After the two of them fell into the cold pool that day, the white cat immediately turned into a human form, and at that time, the Shocking Jiao had been severely injured and had no ability to stop them, so she actually had the strength to rescue Ling Jiang.

But at this time, a stream of immortal spring water just erupted from the spring in the water, turning into a torrent and washing her whole body. The Fountain of Youth's energy contains this powerful spiritual power, for people, one drop can live for twenty more years, two drops or three drops are already the limit, if you take more, you will explode and die.

But the demon clan is different, their innate physique can resist the destructive power of the Fountain of Youth, so as to absorb the spiritual power contained in it. Because of the amount of spiritual power absorbed, I couldn't help but fall asleep. As soon as she awoke, she came to this place, and presumably followed the water from the three-foot-wide spring.

She woke up earlier than Ling Jiang, and the reason why she didn't leave immediately was because she needed an absolutely safe place to refine the Immortal Spring Water, and secondly, because Ling Jiang still had breath and was not dead......

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On this day, Ling Jiang sat on the wooden roof as always, his fingertips slicing a streamer outline in the void. And beside him, there was a rune that could be described as exquisitely written. While he copied the rune, he drew it many times, and at first glance the two were very similar, but there were some slight differences.

It was also this slight gap that made the golden runes in front of him slowly dissipate after every time he finished drawing, leaving only the runes drawn by the girl in the white dress next to him three months ago.

"It's been three months......" Ling Jiang suddenly felt a little tired, and couldn't help but lie on the roof, looking at the gloomy and dark red sky in front of him, his eyes showing a trace of helplessness.

For the past three months, he has only repeated one thing every day, and that is to depict the sea runes. According to Xian'er, only by drawing a complete sea rune can it be contained by the rules of heaven and earth, otherwise it will disappear in an instant like the runes he draws.

Xian'er, is the name he gave to the girl in the white dress, her previous owner called her the fairy in the painting, this name always sounded a little unpleasant, Ling Jiang simply changed it to Xian'er. She doesn't have any dissatisfaction with this, and she won't be happy to have a new name. As long as it was Ling Jiang's order, he would obey it in every possible way, except for the moment of life and death.

"Master, eat some fruit. Xian'er climbed up to the roof with a basket of small dark blue fruits and gently placed it beside Ling Jiang.

Although he only entered this picture with consciousness, Ling Jiang found that he still needed to eat constantly to maintain his strength. Xian'er said that this fruit can restore people's spirit, and Ling Jiang's daily carving of runes is a very laborious thing.

Ling Jiang picked two fruits and stuffed them into his mouth, and soon felt tired and his expression was swept away.

"Xian'er, it's been three months, how long will it take for me to draw the shipping rune completely?" Ling Jiang asked with some wistfulness.

Xian'er said softly: "The master is not in a hurry, the runes carved by the master in the past few days have been perfect, and it must not be long before they can be recognized by the rules of heaven and earth." ”

Ling Jiang asked puzzledly, "Why do you have to be exactly the same to be recognized?"

Now the runes he drew are very similar to the runes drawn by Xian'er, but there is still a slight gap, that is, the artistic conception of the depiction lacks fire.

Xian'er was silent for a while, looked at Ling Jiang and said solemnly: "Because shipping runes is an independent rule. With it, you can not be bound by the rules of heaven and earth. In the process of carving the runes, the master is actually creating a kind of rule, so it will be constrained. The only reason why the Maritime Rune was able to resist this restraint was that its creator was strong enough to defy the rules of heaven and earth. ”

"......I see," Ling Jiang suddenly realized, "As long as there is the slightest dissimilarity in what I draw, it will be considered to open up new rules, so it will dissipate as soon as I draw it." ”

Xian'er looked at Ling Jiang Zhengse and said, "I know that the master is eager to leave here, but please bear with the master for a while, after all, if you miss this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come back next time." ”

"Hmm. Ling Jiang nodded.

"One more thing. Xian'er looked at Ling Jiang and said, "The reason why the master can unscrupulously depict runes here is because the scroll itself has its own rules and is not bound by heaven and earth. But once the master leaves the scroll and wants to carve the runes, he must use a rootless pen. ”

Ling Jiang was surprised: "What is a pen without roots?"

He had only heard of rootless water, and this was the first time he had heard of such a rootless pen.

"The so-called pen without roots is a pen made from wood without roots. Trees die when they break their roots, but there is a kind of sacred tree that can live without a follow, it doesn't need to grow in the soil, it can move with the wind and travel far away. Only a pen made of it can ignore the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth, and thus draw maritime runes. Xian'er explained.

At this time, Ling Jiang couldn't help frowning and asked, "Xian'er, I haven't heard of this kind of tree you said, so where should I go to find it?"

Xian'er looked at Ling Jiang and smiled, "Master, you already have it." ”

"What, I have it?" Ling Jiang shouted.

"Does the master remember that one?" asked Xian'er with a wink.

"Qiu Hao, you mean...... Ling Jiang remembered, that Xu Zhen Dao Elder gave him a Qiu Hao before leaving, but that Qiu Hao was very strange, it was stained with ink but could not write, and Ling Jiang had not used it since that beating.

Xian'er said: "The rootless pen is detached from the world, and it cannot be written with ordinary ink, and it cannot write ordinary words." Of course, if the master wants to depict the sea rune, it can be easily drawn with that skull. ”

As she spoke, she took Qiu Hao out of her arms and handed it to Ling Jiang.

This made Ling Jiang look dumbfounded, how could this Qiu Hao be in Xian'er's hands?

Xian'er smiled slightly: "Master come on to cultivate, Xian'er won't bother......"

She stood up and was about to walk down the wooden ladder to the roof.

Whining......

Roar ......

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the end of the wilderness. This strange sound made Ling Jiang and Xian'er tremble at the same time, it sounded very miserable and gloomy, and it didn't look like a ghost crying wolf.

Ling Jiang remembered that he had heard this voice the first time he came to the banks of the Lethe River.

"Xian'er, what kind of sound is this?" Ling Jiang's face was solemn, he was stimulated by this voice, and he became a little distracted and restless.

"Don't be afraid, master, it's a magic sound, and it will disappear soon. Xian'er replied stubbornly, apparently enduring the mysterious voice.

"Demon sound?" Ling Jiang exclaimed, it turned out that this was the so-called Demon ......

I saw that on the dark red sky, there was a black cyclone, and there were flashes of dark blue and dark purple light and shadow in the cyclone, and strange images of light were dancing wildly in the sky, making Ling Jiang subconsciously close his eyes.

It's not that he is too timid to look at it, but that the portrait makes him feel a sense of fear, a fear that is more terrifying than death, and instinctively resists it from the depths of his heart.

This strange sound lasted for a while, Ling Jiang was already pale, his lips were purple, and he was slumped on the roof looking extremely painful.

"Excuse me, host...... Xian'er shouldn't have brought you into the painting so early......" Xian'er looked at Ling Jiang's painful look and muttered in a low voice.

If Ling Jiang hadn't left early last time, I am afraid that he would have been in the same pain as this, even worse than this time. There are too many mysteries hidden in this picture, and at this time, there are too many dangers for Ling Jiang.

This is also why Xian'er has not allowed Ling Jiang to leave the wooden house, he can still live in the wooden house, if he leaves here, death may only be the most ordinary and ordinary end.

Buzzing......

Ling Jiang's mind began to feel a little blank, and his ears kept buzzing. Suddenly, I only heard an ethereal singing voice coming to my ears, as if a clear spring poured into my mind, washing away the dirty traces of sound before.

Ling Jiang's complexion gradually recovered, and although it was still a little iron-blue, it was obviously not as painful as before.

"Xian'er, what is this?" Ling Jiang asked as he sat up with Xian'er's support, holding his slightly aching head with one hand. The song resounded through the heavens and the earth, completely obscuring the previous demonic sound.

And in the distance in the sky, there is no longer the black gas with deep evil thoughts, but several bright rainbow lights, clean and transparent, like mud without staining.

"Ancient mantras. Xian'er said, "In the depths of the wilderness, there is a demon temple, and whenever the magic sound is everywhere, an ancient mantra will appear to suppress it. ”

"Ancient mantra?" Ling Jiang muttered, "How do I sound like I'm singing." ”

"Because the master's realm is too low to feel the power of the mantra, when the master can understand what the mantra is saying, there is no need to fear those demonic sounds. Xian'er said.

Ling Jiang nodded and asked curiously, "Then Xian'er, can you understand what those mantras say?"

Xian'er smiled, "Naturally, I can understand it, and the mantra is being said at this time...... Say ......"

Xian'er was only halfway through her words, when she suddenly froze, covered her head with both hands, and tears couldn't stop flowing, she then closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "Ah......"

"Xian'er, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Ling Jiang could only ask helplessly.

"I don't know, Xian'er's head hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable......" Xian'er rolled on the ground, a pair of jade-like feet kept kicking forward, as if she was resisting something.