"No, this world is too small to even accommodate one of his Dao bodies. ”

Di Ting slowly disappeared, he was able to shuttle away because those immortal powers who had laid down this array did not notice him, if he stayed for a long time and was discovered by those people, even he would be trapped here.

Li Qing was silent, after all, the Journey to the West World was only derived by Ding Haizhu through his will, and when his strength was exhausted, for the Jizo King Bodhisattva who had already achieved Daluo, as long as he was unwilling, there would naturally be no existence in this world.

It's not that he doesn't want to suppress hell and transform all the ghosts, but because this world is too small, and once his Dao body manifests, this world will collapse.

Li Qing finally touched the true corner of this world, but these only cleared a layer of fog for him, and it did not change his situation at this time.

But now that you know how to get out, you just need to find the incarnations of those old monsters here, and kill them, or wait for them to come and kill them, and that's it.

Although the eight Heavenly Immortals set up a large array, they forced Li Qing into the formation, isolating the power of authority he had gained when he was in the underworld.

But once this array is derived, it will become a world of its own, just like Li Qingzhi is to Dinghaizhu, this large array will no longer be controlled by them.

Although they have been practicing longer than Li Qing and their Taoism is higher than Li Qing, in this great array, Li Qing is the manifestation of the primordial spirit, and because they want to set up the horns of the formation and turn into the eyes of the formation, what they can put into the formation is just an incarnation.

Therefore, their only advantage is that they have more home advantages, and the avatar can naturally awaken in advance in the formation, and every moment in the morning, it is an extra crisis for Li Qing.

But now, with the help of Di Ting, Li Qing awakened his true nature in advance in the formation, which is equivalent to pulling the starting point of the two sides to a horizontal line, and the next step is just to rely on their own means.

......

How long does a bird live?

Li Qing couldn't remember how long he had been drifting in the wind, but he had never touched the incarnation of those old monsters.

Di had heard that this big array was a small reincarnation of the evolution of those old monsters, Li Qing thought that he could only encounter one old monster every time he was reincarnated, and because he had already killed the goshawk that he didn't know which old monster it was, what was waiting for him was death, and then he could only wait for the next reincarnation?

He felt a little helpless in his heart, because he was really tired.

In this great array, he is just a mortal bird after all, and when the time comes, he will still have to die.

He felt that the bird was dying, and then he suddenly saw a tree, it was a plane tree, and he wanted to rest, but he had no feet.

The sycamore tree suddenly stretched out its branches and made a nest, which was a little rough, but just enough to carry his body.

He looked at the nest, and his voice came out of the wind, "Are you a goblin?"

The sycamore tree can actually make human speech, and its branches tremble, like a curious child, "What is a goblin?"

Li Qingdao said, "The pretense of people is a demon, and the nature of things is a spirit, you have opened your spiritual wisdom and can understand human speech, so you should be a goblin." ”

The branches of the sycamore tree jumped with some joy, and it said, "Then I must be a fairy!" But I have heard that I am a tree, a sycamore tree. ”

Li Qing flew over and landed in that small nest, taking a long breath, he had been floating in the wind for too long, and as soon as he fell down at this time, it was like a tree suddenly having roots, which made him feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.

An irresistible tiredness struck, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I closed my eyes, a thought suddenly came to my mind, maybe I would never be able to open my eyes again after this sleep.

But the fatigue was so strong that he couldn't resist it, and finally fell asleep.

......

Li Qing opened his eyes vaguely, wanting to move his hands and feet, but suddenly a voice came from his ears, "You finally woke up?"

Only then did Li Qing realize that he was still the footless bird and did not die silently.

He didn't speak, he was a little stunned, and he only felt a little helpless in his heart, when would he be able to get out of this big array.

The sycamore tree should have been lonely for too long, although Li Qing ignored it, but it was talking to itself like a chatterbox, regardless of whether Li Qing was listening or not, "It's the first time I've seen such a strange bird as you, and it doesn't have a ...... feet."

Li Qing listened to the little goblin's chatter, and inexplicably thought of the little white fox, and his heart was a little warm, he suddenly didn't want to float anymore, he wanted to stay......

As the days passed, Li Qing could feel more and more the old and weak body of this bird, he couldn't even wave his wings, more often he relied on the wind to go out to forage for food, and when he was full, he would return to this small nest, listen to the chatter of the little goblin, and gradually fall asleep.

"Li Qing, I'm going to die. On this day, Li Qing returned from foraging, and suddenly heard the little goblin say this.

Li Qing was a little strange and asked, "Why?"

"There's a guy who just came here and he said he's going to cut me down and sell it for money. The sycamore tree's voice was a little lost, but in the blink of an eye, he became curious, "Li Qing, what is money?"

Li Qing ignored this little goblin who didn't even know the concept of death, he thought that he would always help it.

The next day he did not go out again to forage for food, and when the sun hung in the middle of the sky, he finally waited for the man in the goblin's mouth who wanted to cut down trees for money.

It was a farmer.

But Li Qing found that his eyes fell on him more often, greedy and vicious, even without concealing it.

He suddenly understood that the other party's drunkard did not mean to drink, thinking that this was another immortal incarnation, but in this small reincarnation, imprisoning Li Qing was also restricting themselves.

This is an ordinary mortal, Li Qing looked at his vain and weak roots, and asked, "Which of those eight are you?"

"I'm just an incarnation, and I don't deserve to be a deity, so don't mention it. You can call me a farmer. ”

"Did you know that if I just wave my wings, you'll die? ”

The farmer looked up at the bird in the nest, his eyes flickering, "You really woke up one step ahead of us, are you really worthy of being a person who has been created by the Heavenly Dao?"

Li Qing was a little impatient, since he couldn't understand people's words, it was better to die.

Although he is a bird in this world, he has been floating in the wind for a long time, but the art of exhaling the wind is at his fingertips, which has to be said to be an unexpected joy.

He waved his wings, and the breeze gathered like a bone-scraping steel knife toward the farmer.

The farmer panicked, "Wait a minute, I have something to say......"

Li Qing smiled, and gave you a chance to say that you relied on you if you didn't say it, and there was no need to say it now, kill it first and then talk about other things.