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"Brother Fei! What's wrong with you?" I heard the loud shout of Bichao Ge in my ears. The roar was immediately clear, either more exciting, or thick and far, which made me shocked. I suddenly woke up, subconsciously retreated, covered in cold sweat, and shouted: "Why is it so weird?"

"Strange? Why can't I feel it?" Gan Ningzhen looked into the well for a long time, and said inexplicably.

At this time, the yellow bell carved on the well wall was like a living thing, shaking frequently, and making sounds of gold and jade. After a while, it gradually stopped. The green tide of the sword patted the well wall, and the yellow bell was shaking and swaying again.

"These black and white pebbles are extremely rare sounding stones, which are produced on the bottom of the sea of ​​the Star Sea in the auspicious heaven. The sound can be spread for ten miles. Then the Huang Zhong Dalu, which contains the magic power of the talisman, can receive the miraculous effect of suppressing evil and clearing the heart. I saw that you suddenly had a dull look and looked confused, so I hit the sound stones to restore your mind as soon as possible." Bi Chaoge explained, looking at me strangely: "With your current magic power, how can you be captured? Even if a monster with low demonic power stands by the well, you will not lose your mind. Brother Fei, have you seen something?"

I shook my head blankly, and Chi suddenly said, "Your spiritual consciousness is far from ordinary people, and you are supernatural and keen. Of course, you can feel the abnormality below."

I hurriedly communicated with Chi with my spiritual sense: "What's weird in the underworld? It seemed like my soul was sucked in just now!"

Chi pondered for a while, and said in a solemn tone that he had never seen before: "I only know that it is an existence that surpasses you and I imagine. With the amazing sucking power of the vortex in your spiritual consciousness, your mind will be captured, and its horror can be seen. Don't forget that this is just the entrance passage of the abyss of resentment, and you accidentally touched the tip of the iceberg it extended." He laughed dryly with gloating: "Of course, only you can touch it. Without special spiritual consciousness, others can't touch it."

My heart was slightly cold. Bichaoge pointed to the five-pointed star corner of the well railing and stood on the ground with a knife, sword, gun, hammer, and axe, and said: "These are not for decoration. They are originally magical weapons. After being refined by Samadhi True Fire, they take their essence into the fetus and wrap the ancient jade to ward off evil spirits and refine them, and specialize in destroying the blood light of evil evil."

He reached out and pressed the demon corpse at the corner of the hall, and a blood spring spurted out from the monster's neck cavity and threw it to the wellhead. The sword, gun, hammer and axe suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light and a thousand auspicious air. The blood was evaporated cleanly.

Gan Ningzhen said: "This evil-suppressing Hall is built with the eight methods of Qimen, and it also has the wonderful function of suppressing evil and suppressing evil. Just the thousands of 'forbidden' characters engraved on the stone steps is enough to imprison evil things." His eyes swept across the four walls, and countless strange water-patterned cloud maps raised on the walls, as if they were flowing faintly.

I asked, "Is there really any evil thing in the abyss of resentment that needs to be suppressed? What are evil things?" I was puzzled. With the strength of the meridians and sea palace, even if the ghosts in the Huangquan Tiantian ran out, they could deal with it.

Bichaoge said in a deep voice: "It is because we don't know what it is that it is even more terrifying. Before the Demon Lord entered, we wanted to send hundreds of fierce and powerful monsters into the well to explore the truth and reality. Who would have thought that these monsters would rather be killed by us than enter the well."

I closed my eyes and pondered that Mikong Island is also a forbidden place for death. But it took Chu Du just a few hours to enter and exit easily. Now he is in the abyss of resentment, but there is no news for two days. Could it be that he is also trapped in the abyss of resentment, helpless, and has even turned into a corpse?

"Can Chu Du come out alive?" I suddenly opened my eyes and asked subconsciously. A bold idea suddenly popped up: Among the four demon kings, Bichaoge is my life and death brother, and Longyan Bi is in love with me again. Once Chu dies, he will try to kill Ye Liubing, Monk Shixi. The millions of demon troops in Moshatian have hope to become my strongest backer.

"If you want to kill the hope of the Demon Lord's survival, there is a way." Bi Chaoge's eyes flashed and he stared at me, "completely seal this well!"

I fucked my throat: "Brother was joking."

Bichaoge was silent for a long time and said, "If you have to choose, your brother will naturally stand on your side. But this well cannot be sealed, and the Demon Lord has tried it. But———”

He stared at me deeply: "I know that there is a Qibao in this world that can completely seal the wellhead."

"What?" I heard my hoarse, trembling, and rushing voice.

"Xirang!"

My heart couldn't help but pound, just like God suddenly sent the huge mountain of temptation to a poor man. He could only watch and couldn't reach out to get it. I shook my head: "Hai Ji is still inside. I can't do this."

A trace of regret arises in my heart. If Hai Ji is not in the midst of resentment, I may immediately become one of the most powerful figures in the north and become a high-ranking sword.

"You and I know that even the Demon Lord can't escape, and Hai Ji's hope of survival is even slim. Besides, even if you are lucky enough to rescue Hai Ji from Ju Yuan, do you think you can escape from Luo Shengtian alive?" Bichao Ge Senran pointed outside the hall: "Hai Ji is not as good as Gan Ningzhen. She is the target of the target. The demon army outside will never let you go, and the elder brother can't help you."

I was silent for a while and said in a stern voice: "Since I'm here, I'm going to work hard."

"Have you thought it through?" Bichaoge said meaningfully: "It may be better to wait here."

I understood what he meant and said absolutely: "Maybe Hai Ji is dead, but my heart cannot die."

Bichaoge sighed lightly, pulled out a volume of yellowed ancient classics from his sleeve and handed them to me: "This is the log of Hai Qinyan, the second sect leader of the Mei Jinghai Hall, which we found from the Sutra Hall. More than 200 million years ago, she was recognized as the number one master in the northern region. She also created a unique skill of incarnation of meridians with her natural materials, integrating the principles and techniques of art and mystery, and becoming the most powerful master in the world. She is known as experiencing the cycle of life and death, and knowing the half-immortals of ghosts, gods, yin and yang. At the end of this book, there is a record of resentment written by Hai Qinyan by hand, which is unfortunately not complete."

"The No. 1 Master and Master of Mystery 200 million years ago?" I took the log, my tentacles were soft, the silk thread was as pages, and the cover was covered with black stains. I shaved lightly with my fingernails, and it turned out to be condensed blood.

I quickly flipped to the back of the log, and at the top of the last page, there were two beautiful small characters "Ji Yuan". The first few pages were completely pulled away, leaving only a few strands of uneven silk threads, and I could still vaguely identify the left half of the word "Ji Yuan" on the side.

There are not many records about the resentment, and they are written in a messy and intermittent manner. It is more appropriate to say that it is a diary but a person who is talking in a dream.

The first line is written by these: "They, or it's not dead. I can feel it."

The following lines were smeared by ink, and later it was written: "Today, the construction of the Evil-Suppressing Hall was completed, but I still couldn't feel at ease. What is the abyss of resentment? Is it related to it or them? Looking down at the wellhead, I feel like I have a illusion of souls. These days, my mental state of cultivation has become suffocated."

There was a sudden big read in the middle: "Sin! Price!"

"I must enter the abyss of resentment and find out the truth, otherwise my practice will stop moving forward. The incarnation of meridians can protect me from entering and leaving the Yellow Spring Heaven, but can I enter the abyss of resentment safely? I have no confidence."

"On the first day of the day, burn incense, bathe, clean clothes, and three o'clock in the afternoon

When you are in harmony, you will enter the abyss of resentment. Before leaving, you are restless and worried about gains and losses. You should have seen through life and death. There is no joy or fear, what am I afraid of?”

The following handwriting was extremely sloppy, and it took a long time to tell it: "This is impossible! It's too ridiculous!"

"Why? Has the meridian incarnation been invalid?"

"Oh my God, the monsters in Moshatian captured the Meridian Sea Palace? The tide of monsters rushed into the palace, and the Valkyrie fell down one by one. Why can't I take action? Is vision or a nightmare or retribution?"

The records further down are even more chaotic, each character is of different sizes and is scattered. It is completely impossible to see clearly. I think they are like a terrifying soul, ups and downs, and struggle wildly, and will be swallowed by the huge waves of panic at any time.

There are two sentences in the middle that seem to be: "I'm back, am I really back? Still an illusion?"

"Where am I?" The record suddenly stopped at this point. The last few strokes of the word "li" were slanted and suddenly crossed the edge of the page, as if a drowning hand wanted to hold the driftwood tightly, but it was not as strong as it was, leaving only a few deep scratches.

My heart was undulating, and I stared at Bi Chaoge blankly: "Hai Qinyan. Did she survive from the revenge?" Since the log clearly records the process of Hai Qinyan entering the revenge, the existence of this log is undoubtedly a proof of her successful escape.

Gan Ningzhen and Bi Chaoge looked at each other, and the former said, "Lin Fei, do you know what the incarnation of meridians is? It is the second self that is refined by integrating essence and blood into the eight extraordinary meridians. It has an independent body, also called the outer body. Hai Qinyan's body may not have entered the abyss of resentment, but entered with the outer body. Everything that the body experiences outside the body can also be truly felt and written into the log."

The second self? I was shocked. Isn’t Hai Qinyan’s meridian incarnation similar to me and Long Die? Gan Ningzhen said again: “Even if the body is gone in the abyss of resentment, Hai Qinyan’s body will not die, at most it will only be a heavy blow.”

"But her body was still dead." Bichaoge continued: "We have checked a large number of secret books in the Mai Jing Hai Hall, which records that the second generation of sect leader Hai Qinyan was sitting quietly in the evil hall one day, and suddenly died of crazy and vomited blood. The date was very consistent with her entering the abyss of resentment, and the blood stains on the cover of the log also proved this."

"In other words, when Hai Qinyan's body and body entered the abyss of resentment, the body wrote a log in the Hall of Evil War, recording the experience of the body and body. In the end, the body was destroyed and the body also died at the same time." Gan Zhen said.

The more I listened, the more I became more frightened. Judging from Hai Qinyan's log, she could actually make her go to the Yellow Springs. She could indeed be called ease in the cycle of life and death, and all night long ghosts and gods. Hai Qinyan is so powerful that she is still in the end.

"No!" I suddenly remembered something, pointed at the log and shouted, "How could she know that Mo Shatian's demon army captured the Mei Jing Hai Palace? This is impossible! It's too ridiculous!"

How could a dead man 200 million years ago witness the scene of the Demonic Sword Heaven destroying the Meridian Sea Palace at this time? I kept shaking my head, suddenly as if I was stunned. My eyes fell on Hai Qinyan and entered the abyss of resentment, and the first sentence I wrote in the log: "This is impossible! It's too ridiculous!"

In an instant, I couldn't help but shivered. The second I, who was also sensitive to resentment, seemed to have destined Hai Qinyan and I to experience the same fate.

"There is only one explanation." Gan Zhen pondered: "Hai Qinyan is a Xuan Master, so in the revenge, he foresaw the scene of the fall of the Hai Palace in the future?"

I rolled my eyes: "Are you kidding? Who can foresee what will happen in 200 million years? Even the gods can't do it! Otherwise, Hai Qinyan would have calculated his life long ago and avoided the resentment."

"It was when the Demon Lord saw this sentence that he resolutely left everything behind and chased into the resentment abyss." Bi Chaoge looked a little uneasy, "If this was the vision that Hai Qinyan had developed after entering the resentment abyss, it would be too weird."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Gan Zhen pondered: "What exactly are the 'they' in the log? Why are 'sin' and 'cost' mentioned? Why is it said that the demon army's capture of the Haidang of the Mechanism is retribution? There are still two last paragraphs, which I don't quite understand. It seems that Hai Qinyan himself cannot figure out whether he has escaped from the resentment."

"Not bad!" I said in a deep voice: "Maybe Hai Qinyan's body entered the resentment abyss and stayed in the evil-suppressing hall outside? Maybe she escaped from the resentment abyss, but died of being too injured and vomiting blood."

Bi Chaoge said: "From the last few paragraphs, Hai Qinyan's mind has clearly collapsed. The world's number one master and Xuanshi don't know where he is?"

Gan Ningzhen said: "There are too many doubts in the log. I don't know what I wrote about the part I tore off the ground in the previous few pages."

I read the log more than ten times, and my eyes lit up: "Since entering the abyss of resentment, the depth of each ink trace of the log is too different, which shows that it is not written on the same day. In other words, after Hai Qinyan entered the abyss of resentment, she did not die immediately, and she struggled for at least a while."

I was very energetic and looked up at Gan Ningzhen and Bi Chaoge: "Hai Ji may still be alive!"

Bichaoge sternly said: "After reading the log, are you still planning to enter the abyss of resentment? Do you think you are stronger than Hai Qinyan, who has refined the incarnation of meridians? Are you stronger than Chu Du, the number one master in the northern border today?" He pressed my shoulder heavily, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "Brother Fei, brother can't watch you die!"

My chest heated up and I held his hand back: "I know my brother is deeply in love with me."

The two of them had a long time of eyes, and Bi Chaoge slowly let go and sighed: "You still want to go?"

I nodded vigorously: "I have never given up."

Bi Chaoge looked at me deeply: "Okay! Since you have figured it out, brother won't stop you."

I laughed loudly and walked to the well: "Five years ago, Lin Fei, I, first entered the northern border. My magic power was low and I could still fight to the death. Could it be that Lin Fei today is not good? Brother, if you meet Jiu Danmei, take care of her for me." I glanced at Gan Zhen, and felt sad. I suddenly had a backhand and cut her toward her posterior carotid artery, trying to knock her unconscious.

The sound of Qingyue's outshelf sounded, and the white sword energy swept up, forcing my palm to retreat. Gan Ning really had three thousand weak water swords across her chest, looking at me with a complicated expression.

I was stunned and shook my head.

She also shook her head at me, and a drop of clear tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.
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