"You're finally awake?"

A voice sounded in my heart.

Ning Changjiu slowly opened his eyes.

The light falling from the sky shone into his pupils. Time seemed to have recovered little by little with the arrival of the light. Ning looked at the gray, faintly transparent dome for a long time, and consciousness finally woke up little by little.

The blood on his white clothes had dried up, and the wounds on his body had scabs. The sand that had been polished so finely surrounded him, and half of his body was trapped inside, like a buried fossil.

Ning covered his head for a long time and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

The voice of his speech came from his body, and the voice could not tell the gender. Ning thought for a long time before he remembered that it was the sound of the spirit of the Sword Sutra.

"Where is this..." Ning Changjiu coughed a few times, struggled to get up from the fine sand on the ground. His headache was split, and his head seemed to be penetrated by a poisonous needle, stinging endlessly.

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

"Old man..." Ning thought for a long time, and in the southern wilderness, the last scene rushed into his mind like lightning. Han Chi Zhenren laughed wildly, the head of the Nine Infants who fell to the plane, and Lu Maiwei was screaming in despair with tears on his face... These scenes were so hard to get rid of, and once they were remembered, they kept replaying like nightmare.

After a while, Ning Changjiu finally calmed down.

"Where have Han Chi Zhenren and Jiuying... gone?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The voice of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra is cold, "Look at the back of you."

Ning Changjiu felt a chill coming from behind, and he turned his body little by little.

The boy's pupils shrank, and his hand immediately rested on his waist, trying to draw the sword, but after a brief fumble, he found nothing.

In front of him, a pair of withered pupils staring at him, intimidating all his gaze. After his gaze was pulled out, Ning Changjiu saw its full view. It was a big snake with dry body. It seemed to have been exposed in the scorching sun for hundreds of years, without any moisture in its skin. The scales, which were originally like pebbles, were now like the shell of a turtle dried. These scales were also sunk into the inside. The whole body looked like a deflated ball. It could be imagined that the flesh and blood in it was almost rotten, and the exposed, steel-hard bones slowly turned into fine sand, gradually blending with the flat sand surface.

"This is..." Ning Changjiu slowly breathed: "Jiuying?"

After saying that, he noticed that there was a rotten sarcoma between the two pupils, and there were fragments of clothes on the sarcoma. It was the dead body of Han Chi Zhenren's mutated...

There are no headless gods at the bottom of the abyss. What awaits them is just a deserted desert. The law of time remains in this desert. In the power of time, Jiuying's corpse has been spent for many years, and with that crazy idea, it has turned into ashes.

They rot and collapse together, turning into fine sand like running water.

"Marrying... Where is Lu's marriage?" Ning Changjiu's heart tightened again. Although at the last moment, he cut out a sword and cut off the tail of the Nine Infants she was holding, with Lu's character, it is very likely that he would jump down. If she jumped down...

This terrifying thought arose in Ning Changjiu's mind.

He knew that although the corpse of the Nine Infant in front of him was the same place as him, in fact, there was more than a hundred years between him and this Nine Infant?

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 long calmed down.

He looked around, looking at the vast sky and the endless sea of ​​sand, but just silently hoped that he would not come down to marry.

"Why am I still alive?" Ning Changjiu looked at his hands. His skin was just a little dry and there was no trace of decay.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "I'm also wondering, why are you so lucky?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "This is not something that can be explained by a good fortune."

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

Ning remained silent for a long time, and gradually remembered the records he had read about the Southern Wilderness when he was reading books 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 even legends that the ancestor of the Yujian Tianzong once went down to the abyss and left behind related books.

And that ancestor was a master above the five realms.

Only practitioners with divine nature or above the five paths can be accepted by the abyss. Ning Changjiu thought of this record and recited it silently. Then he stood up and looked around. The sand under him was too thin and soft, and every step he took would fall into the sand, which would take a lot of effort to pull it out.

He came to Jiuying's corpse and looked at its pupils with countless folds. There was a rusty sword between them.

That is the fairy sword Minglan.

The sword was too worn out. His fingers smeared the sword body, and the rust on it fell like snow.

Ning Changjiu pulled out the sword, and the other half of the sword was folded directly into Jiuying's pupils.

"Help! Help!"

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

"June of Blood Feather?" Ning Changjiu frowned, remembering the demon bird that had been sealed in the sword, and said, "Are you still alive?"

"Ning..." Xue Yujun was so excited that he trembled all over: "Ning Changjiu... No, Mr. Ning! Uncle, are you the one who sent by God to save the young man? Ah... I... I'm going to die, save me quickly."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How can I save you?"

Xue Yujun said anxiously: "This sword is almost rotten... I am hiding in the sword core now, and I can barely stay here. You... Do you have a new and intact sword? Just this broken sword calls itself an immortal sword. I just slept for a while and woke up and found out..."

Ning Changjiu felt noisy when he heard this. He pulled out the sword, took it by his side, and said, "I don't have a sword by my side. Jiuying and Han Chi Zhenren are both dead. It's a blessing that you can survive."

Xue Yujun said anxiously: "But I will die sooner or later if I continue like this... Uncle Ning, think of a way. When I was in the imperial city, if I hadn't attacked you, would you and Zhao Xianger have such a stable relationship..."

"?" Ning Changjiu was shocked and thought to himself that you almost killed everyone, but you dared to take credit for such a thing?

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

Xue Yujun cried and shouted to his mother: "Uncle Ning, your wife promised me. Kill a hundred monsters and find me a body to release me... You and my husband must keep your promise! And I sincerely repent, don't leave me behind."

"Wife?" Ning Changjiu's expression suddenly became cold.

Xue Yujun felt a stern and thought, "Is he calling the wrong person again?"

It was considering whether to change the name, but it saw Ning long tie the broken sword around his waist and said lightly: "Put the key point, that's my master."

Xue Yu Jun knew it, and he cursed in his heart that there was no one around the deserted desert, why are you pretending? He smiled and agreed: "Yes, Master, thank you Mr. Ning for helping you."

The spirit of the Sword Sutra looked down on the servitude of Xue Yujun and said, "Let's get out of this desert first."

“Which direction is going?”

"You decide for yourself."

"Then let's go north." Ning Changjiu said subconsciously.

"Well... why don't you move?"

"Which side is the north side?"

“…”

Ning looked at a cloudy sky for a long time, like layers of yarn, with a faint light coming from behind the yarn. There was no sun in this world, and those slightly bright lights filled the entire world.

Ning Changjiu didn't want to stay still, which would make him feel like he was surrounded by unknown dangers.

He began to walk around the desert, looking for something like exit or wall, because Mrs. Bai once told them clearly that she had climbed up little by little from the bottom of the abyss...

Since Mrs. Bai can go out, it means that this place is not a real death place.

Ning walked for a long time, but he couldn't feel tired, but the hope in his heart gradually faded.

This desert is boundless and there is no sign of an end at all. It is like walking through an endless ocean, and the whole world is filled with vast sea water.

But fortunately, he never saw the corpse of Jiuying again, which means he was not in the dilemma similar to a ghost hitting a wall, at least he was moving forward all the time.

only……

"How could there be such a huge space under that abyss?" Ning Changjiu expressed confusion.

Before entering the abyss, his after-light glance had taken a look. It was a huge, circular lake-like field, and the surrounding black planes seemed to be hanging, countless fine straight lines.

Although that lake is huge, how can it be as boundless as the sea?

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

But this world is sand.

Ning Changjiu had to walk alone in a certain direction based on his feelings.

"Something is wrong..." The spirit of the sword scripture suddenly spoke in his body.

Ning Changjiu stopped slightly: "What's wrong?"

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

Ning raised his head long ago.

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

Ning looked at it carefully for a while and found that the sky seemed to be farther away from him.

As time goes by, the distance that is opened becomes more and more conspicuous.

Ning Changjiu's cultivation level is probably the long-lived realm. He wanted to try to fly to approach the sky by controlling the sword, but he grabbed the broken sword, but he could not fly upwards, as if some invisible power had locked him up.

"Where is this..." The Spirit of the Sword Sutra was also scared. It now hopes that there can be a fierce enemy who can come out to fight to the decisive battle. Either you die or I live, just end it all.

Time passes slowly.

Ning Changqiu's surrounding scenery has not changed at all, while the sky has become farther and farther away.

Finally, at some point, Ning Changjiu suddenly discovered that the sand under his feet was also becoming thinner and thinner with the naked eye.

"brush!"

Ning Changjiu's feet were empty, and the sand under his feet suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his body suddenly fell down.
To be continued...