The sound continued to sound, and the consciousness was about to fall asleep.
Zhan Changfeng suddenly felt fear, not from this voice, but from... losing Yi Changsheng!
After a moment of "déjà vu", she remembered this voice.
This kind of heavy and unreal voice sounded like a dream when she was three years old!
That night, when she was still asleep, she heard this sound that sounded like it was ringing outside the door or next to the bed. She still remembered how she tried hard to open her eyes, but she was always trapped in a dream.
In the dark until he loses consciousness.
When she "woke up", she dreamed of the person teaching the Dharma from the Huangquan Sect. When she really woke up, she saw Ling Xiaozi disguised as a wandering Taoist priest.
Ling Xiaozi said that she had been hit by a genjutsu, but in her impression, the incident just passed and the person who performed the spell was not caught.
However, the unspeakable fear left to her was Yi Changsheng's deep sleep!
Zhan Changfeng's anger and profound murderous intention arose in her extremely stable state of mind. She had no time to think about who this sound came from and why it sounded here. She only knew that she had to wake up and kill the culprit.
The disaster was torn into pieces.
The eye of nothingness, the original form of the fusion and manifestation of Yuan Shen and Taoism, suddenly opened, and the superb divine light broke through all obstacles.
Her five senses returned, and she opened her eyes. The beeping sounds seemed to be heard from all directions, and she was wondering.
She gently opened the door to the single room, and the corridor was dark and silent.
He let go of his spiritual consciousness, but hit the wall. Zhan Changfeng was shocked and inexplicable. The connection between this place and the Tao was severed!
This is similar to the situation when she was trapped by Nirvana in Donglin, or even better.
Under this situation, the magical talismans that relied on the power of heaven directly became ineffective, and the avenue was blurred and difficult to navigate, and the vitality began to disappear, which was extremely detrimental to the practice of cultivating the vitality at any time to create magic.
Zhan Changfeng tentatively knocked on the doors of several single rooms nearby. Most of the people living in this area were his own people. If he fell into a deep sleep, he would die very easily.
"Clan leader?"
Rong Xiu and Huai Ming poked their heads out one after another.
There were three needles stuck in Rong Xiu's head, white air was steaming, and the jade lock on Huai Ming's chest shone brightly.
"How are you doing?"
"This sound is so weird. I sealed the soul to be able to withstand it. But after sealing the soul, I can't do anything." Rong Xiu said.
Huai Ming was helpless, "I don't know how long my jade lock can last."
"You two try your best to wake up the others first, and I'll go find out what's going on."
"Okay." The two of them understood that the situation was urgent and quickly broke open the doors of other rooms, while Zhan Changfeng searched for the source of the sound.
This floor is all single rooms, divided into several areas. The passages are complex and intertwined, and the range of spiritual consciousness is also limited by the thick darkness, making it extremely difficult to detect.
She ran through several corridors and suddenly saw a dark figure at a corner. This person was wrapped in a black cloak, and what he was knocking in his hand was a blood-red wooden fish!
"How dare!" The pure yin bone, the soul of the earth appeared, and the soul power turned into a sword. With one useless move, he set off a wild wave of frost and snow, obliterating his soul!
Bang, the fish tree rolled to the ground, but the thumping sound continued.
Zhan Changfeng lifted up his black hood, revealing a white face with black eyes and red lips.
The long sword was slashed downwards, and the cloak spread out, revealing his thin white body.
How could it be possible? She just sensed that he was a living person with soul fluctuations.
wrong.
Zhan Changfeng pierced the white paper with his sword and picked out a soul stone the size of a fingernail.
He is a soul stone creature.
In some special environments, spiritual things will turn into soul stones by chance and condense into forms, just like those soul beasts in the Shen Ruins.
Another possibility is that the soul is attached to the gem, refined by time or artificially sacrificed, and a soul slave is raised.
This is obviously the second case.
Zhan Changfeng swept across the intersection and walked to the right. After passing several corridors, he suddenly heard the sound of dripping water and heavy breathing.
"Roar!" Two vicious dogs suddenly rushed over from around the corner, dragging blood-colored saliva all over the floor.
Zhan Changfeng slashed it in half with a slanted sword. When he stepped into the corridor, he saw that the single-room doors in the corridor were broken open, and the blood that swam open was mixed with broken flesh and bones.
"Save me, True Lord, save me!"
An invisible man ran out of the corner of the house, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.
"Go over there, it's a little safer."
"Thank you so much, Zhenjun! Thank you so much, Zhenjun!"
Zhan Changfeng checked the residents in this corridor. Those monks who were frightened by the noise had been eaten by the monster, and only two or three survived.
Tuk Tuk~
Zhan Changfeng felt a chill in his back. He raised his sword with his backhand and turned around. He saw a black shadow floating back, also holding a pair of blood-red wooden fish in his hand.
The black cloak fluttered, and two strange monsters jumped out from the cloak, roaring and killing her.
They were both in the life and death realm, so they were not difficult to deal with. Zhan Changfeng used two swords to kill him, then caught up with the black cloak and annihilated him.
The source of the sound is not just them, there are sounds coming from more places.
Zhan Changfeng cleaned up this floor and found the stairs to the next floor.
The top floor of the ship is the crew quarters and cockpit, the second and third floors are courtyard rooms, the fourth floor is the leisure area for courtyard guests, the fifth floor is the leisure area for single rooms and bunk beds, and the sixth and seventh floors are single rooms and bunk beds.
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The trouble is that when boarding the ship, guests in courtyard rooms and guests in single rooms and bunk beds go through two passages. Inside the ship, guests in single rooms and bunk beds cannot go above the fourth floor.
Those who live in a single room or a bunk bed usually have less money, less power, and lower cultivation. Although most of the "low cultivation" who can board such a long-distance boat are those who have escaped from the mortal world and the realm of life and death.
Her single-room area on the sixth floor is pretty good. Most of the people she lives in are in a state of life and death. Even if they are frightened by the sound, they will not die for a while. Some of them are still hiding in the room to stay awake and defend themselves against the enemy.
But when she got down to the seventh floor, the darkness was filled with the smell of blood, and monsters roared one after another.
Zhan Changfeng passed by the first room and saw only blood stains on the bunk inside.
How did these things get in? The upper four floors and the lower three floors are not connected. There must be a real source of trouble hidden here.
Zhan Changfeng held his sword and cleared away the monsters and paper figures on the seventh floor, but he still could not catch the real mastermind.
She stood at the end of the corridor and looked up at the open dark doors, her eyes as deep as the abyss. Who brought it in? Who brought it in?
The Eyes of True Knowledge suddenly opened, starting from where they were, and every detail on the ship appeared in front of her without any concealment. The dark corridors, open rooms, bloodstains and minced meat, or in the closed rooms, people sleeping peacefully and those awake with fear.
people.
There was no problem on this floor. She looked towards the sixth floor. Rong Xiu and Huai Ming were waking up the unconscious monks. The monks who had been hiding in the room also began to show their heads.
She then looked at the seventh floor. The closed rest area looked empty and cold in the darkness, but there was a shadow sitting on the dining table, knocking on wooden fish.