MTL - Code Farmer Comprehension-Chapter 916 dead

  Chapter 916 Death

  Zhang Deming stopped in his tracks, frowning and looked at the turbulent river in front of him. The river reached the sky, and he couldn't see the end or the other side at a glance.

   What makes people frown is that the river water is very turbid, showing a yellowish brown color, and it looks a bit turbid than the area where the Yellow River turned sand in the previous life.

   What puzzled Zhang Deming was that he felt a familiar breath from the river, as if...he had seen this river before?

   After thinking for a while, considering the rules of the air ban, he suddenly raised his hand, and a thin emerald vine thread was woven rapidly in his palm, and it instantly turned into a dandelion-like spiritual seed.

   "Hoo..."

  As he blew gently, dandelion-like seeds filled the sky and floated towards the river. This is the fundamental difference between conceptual air banning and air banning formations.

   Air ban is similar to gravity enhancement. Once it flies, everything can feel the pull of gravity enhancement, and lose the ability to fly. It is mechanical and there is no flexibility. Forced resistance depends on strength.

  However, concept-based sutras are forbidden to fly based on concepts. Except for the road restricted by concepts, other things will not be affected, and those who are restricted, it seems that they can’t fly at all.

  Under Zhang Deming's gaze, the seeds all over the sky lost their ability to float as soon as they flew into the river area, and fell directly into the river.

   "A feather doesn't float? Tianhe weak water? Shouldn't weak water be the clearest water in the world? Why... huh?"

  When Zhang Deming's thoughts flickered, he found that the spirit species that fell into the water had been corroded by the river water in an instant before he could do anything, and lost his senses.

  Before the spirit-seed was corrupted, he also felt the cries of countless innocent souls, and a strong mental shock rushed towards him.

   "Is this... the breath of Yellow Spring Water?"

  In an instant, Zhang Deming knew where his familiarity with the river came from.

   During the assessment of the Qingmu Yanglei Secret Realm, at a certain stage, he and Lan Fuyao, who had just met, entered the Shuangquan Realm of the Shuangquan Lingbao. When they joined hands for the first time, they also saw such a river.

   It contains strange rivers of water from the four great rivers of the Yellow Spring, Biluo, Tianhe Ruoshui, and the reborn Shenting. Now he still has some dry goods hidden in his spiritual cultivation space.

  The reason why he didn't think of it immediately was because the river was dyed blood red, probably because of the Shuangquan World War, and became a blood river.

  Now the river is an extremely turbid yellow-brown color, and the difference in the external atmosphere is a bit big. And the water here is probably dominated by corroded yellow spring water.

   "So which realm of the ancient gods is this?"

  Zhang Deming frowned and looked at the river, then at the mottled bone path under his feet, frowning a little. Especially now, with not a single thing alive or dead in sight, a desert.

  He looked at it for a long time, and then studied the river water, and confirmed that there was not much difference between this thing and the blood river water in the Shuangquan Realm in his spiritual cultivation space, only the composition ratio difference.

  He collected a lot of river water as usual, and then continued on the road, walking forward along the mottled path.

  Without a map and no guidance, he couldn’t find any other way, so it’s better to follow along to find out what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

  However, with the previous lesson, he was not running, but walked forward in a leisurely manner and with full vigilance.

   I don’t know if Qitian’s breath is immune to this place, or because it only pulls people into a trance once.

  Anyway, Zhang Deming didn't feel any abnormalities during the long journey ahead. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but Zhang Deming stopped suddenly.

  In front of me, the mottled path seems to have come to an end. A jade bone bridge of the same material, from the end of the path, spans the entire river and seems to lead directly to the opposite side.

   Watching this scene, Zhang Deming stopped in front of the bridge. By the bridge, he found a mottled jade bone stele with a string of strange runes on it.

   The runes shone with a strange luster, as if possessing endless power, able to absorb people's souls. But under Zhang Deming's tense defense, he was not hit.

  Based on the reason why he searched Hongmeng Holy Land, Quanqingguan, Bailingfudi and many other bookstores, it can be said that he has searched half of Hongmeng's big data, and he is no stranger to the ancient divine court script.

   Therefore, he stumbled and recognized the writing on the stone tablet.

   "Looking at Huangquan on the road of Huangquan, sighing at Naihe on the bridge of Naihe.

   Looking back in the dream before the gate of ghosts, Meng Po Tang Zhongdu passed away. "

Ok?

  Huangquan Road?

  Naihe Bridge?

  So this is the afterlife world, one of the underworld master worlds in the Shenting era?

   According to the legend, a world dedicated to reincarnation?

   No wonder, it's no wonder that the concept of flying is forbidden, and the mind is confused. Presumably, only the Underworld Lord Realm can afford such a high-end 'decoration'.

  But... what does Yuelao have to do with the underworld? He still uses the core of the underworld to inherit the Bone Prisoner Array, and imprison this session here?

   Could it be that the previous guess was wrong, this Red Thread Sect is not the inheritance left by Yuelao, but someone in the underworld created it?

  Uh, there is such a pure marriage orthodoxy in the underworld?

   It's not impossible, after all, the Divine Court of the Primordial Realm has always been a mess, and it is completely different from what Zhang Deming knew in his previous life, and it is always so plausible.

   While thinking, Zhang Deming looked around again, but found no other way, so he had to call out the monitor elf.

   "Can you sense Yan Xiangcheng's specific address?"

   "No, I can only make a preliminary judgment, and after entering here, it is still so vague, I can only roughly locate it. And..."

  Zhang Deming looked at the monitor elf in surprise, and said, "Have you learned to stop talking?"

   "Back to the main brain, even when facing Pei Xiaoxiao's search, although it was blurry in Tianyu, after entering the flesh and blood pool of Tianyu Central Hospital, the perception began to become clear, let alone entering the meat ball space.

  But this time, even after entering this world, the perception is still not clear at all, just like..."

   "Like someone hanged me?"

   "It's possible, and not only."

   "What else?" Zhang Deming asked with a frown.

   "Our monitoring method comes from the special way of Shinto, 'everything you think will be watched by God', and we still use the light of enlightenment as Yiping to start peeping.

  Theoretically speaking, in today's world, there are few people who can clearly detect our peeping. At most, the perception is against the sky, and there is a vague sense, such as peeping into Qianyu, Jianchen and other major repairs.

  Even in the age of the ancient gods, it was difficult to achieve the current shielding. Like the three goddesses last time, shielding at a long distance, but not at a close distance, is already a cultivation base against the sky. "

   "So what do you want to say?" Zhang Deming frowned.

   "According to the current data analysis, I am afraid that not only someone has discovered our peeping of Yan Xiangcheng before, but also an existence similar to Taibai Jinxing who specializes in information-type gods.

  If it is such a god, I really have to meet, I am afraid...the mastermind will also have his bottom pants turned over by then, and he will be completely seen! "

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming fell silent for a moment, and then said, "So not only might someone be fishing, but it might also be an old **** who is a peeping expert?"

   "Well, there is a possibility, so please decide whether to proceed."

   "Wait, since it might be peeping at the old woman, then now..." Zhang Deming suddenly frowned.

"Impossible, the other party can block our peeping, which is already very powerful. But if you want to peek at the master brain, or be peeped by the master brain without the slightest notice, it is completely impossible. After all, today's spirit cultivation space is already The revival of Shinto has carried on, and it is completely the embryonic form of a Taoist weapon."

Hearing this, Zhang Deming was silent again for a while. After considering the attitudes of Shengdi and Qianyu towards Yan Xiangcheng, he looked up at the Naihe Bridge in front of him and said, "In this case, it's people or ghosts. Let's go and see it." .

  After all... the three goddesses have obviously woken up. Although I don't know how to provoke this crazy woman, it is obvious that she is staring at me.

  In the current situation, any chance of increasing the bargaining chip to deal with her is worth taking the risk, otherwise it is really waiting to die. "

  The monitoring elf didn't reply, apparently it also knew Zhang Deming's current situation clearly, so it quietly disappeared.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming looked around again, and stepped resolutely, onto the mottled jade bridge in front of him.

  The moment he stepped on the bridge, Zhang Deming felt a tremor. It is not the bridge that is trembling, but his heart is trembling. At the same time, a heavy feeling came over.

   He frowned and moved on.

  As he continued to move forward, he found that his heart began to be filled with various feelings, such as heaviness, emotion, loneliness, etc., and various negative emotions came and aggravated.

  At this moment, he clearly discovered that even Qiyu's identity is of no use here. This bridge seems to be aimed at the mind, or memory, of the person on the bridge, regardless of people.

  In his memory, the more clear pictures there are, the more difficult each step is to walk on this bridge, as if to crush these things.

   "Looking at Huangquan on Huangquan Road, sighing in front of the Naihe bridge. It turns out that Huangquan Road is a blurred memory, leaving behind the past. Is this a place to let go of all kinds of emotions in the past life?"

   "So if I'm not mistaken, this whole process is all about all kinds of past lives, completely erasing memories and emotions without hurting the soul, so that I can reincarnate?"

   After probably understanding the reason, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of Zhang Deming's mouth. It should be very difficult for others to avoid all of this, and it is impossible without a shocking overhaul. And such an existence will not mix here.

   But for Zhang Deming, with distraction, he can cut self-awareness, feelings, and soul at will, plus the mental space of nurturing spirit to store these things, and the ability to peep can remotely sense the outside.

  He can completely cut himself into a newborn baby first, and then remotely sense it in the spirit cultivation space. In this way, not only is there no problem with Naihe Bridge, but also all the means aimed at the past and present in the future can be perfectly avoided.

  Thinking about it so far, he no longer uses the identity of Qi Yu, after all, if Yan Xiangcheng finds out later, it will be hard to explain.

  Especially if he is discovered by an old monster that may exist, it is easy to know that he has the ability to perfectly transform into other people.

  This ability and the art of transformation are not the same concept. He doesn't want this card to be discovered by others.

  After reverting to Huang Lao, he decisively resorted to the technique of distraction. As the aura flickered, a strange long knife emerged.

   "Hoo..."

   "Cut!"

  Zhang Deming took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stabbed himself in the heart.

"Ok!"

  In an instant, Zhang Deming groaned.

  Even now, the distraction has reached the eighth level, and the ultimate sublimated version of its technique: one qi transforms the three cleans, and even the technique of beheading corpses to prove the Tao has been learned by Zhang Deming.

  But the bad experience of this technique still hasn't improved much, but the failure rate has become very small, and he has become very handy.

   It can be seen that the person who developed this technique for the first time must be a big boss, a super boss who is surprisingly ruthless to himself.

  As his mind split into two, Zhang Deming took his memory and decisively escaped into the spirit cultivation space. Huang Lao's eyes suddenly became clear, like a newborn.

  Transparent, pure, like a pool of clear water, at the same time, it also lost all cognition, and was at a loss.

  Zhang Deming, in the spirit cultivation space, is like a puppet on a string, controlling the newborn Huang Lao and walking forward.

  This time, the bridge has no feeling at all, just like an ordinary jade bridge. Under Zhang Deming's control, Mr. Huang not only walked faster and faster, but even galloped in the end.

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   Just like that, it was supposed to be very difficult to carry forward, but Zhang Deming easily got stuck in the way of a bug.

  Although the river is very wide, at Zhang Deming's current speed, even if he can't fly, it's only a matter of a moment under the premise of running wildly.

   Therefore, after just a short while, he came to the opposite side.

At the end of the bridge, there is a huge door frame. On the door post, there are two pitch-black dragons hovering. The two dragons are constantly winding upwards. in it.

  When the ghost head opened its big mouth, three special characters of 'Ghost Gate' appeared on it. The dragon and the ghost head and everything else look like living things, but they don't have the slightest vitality. They look like sculptures.

  In the door, there is a dark vortex, constantly rotating, like a strange space portal.

   No need to guess, this is the so-called closed door.

  Seeing this, Zhang Deming hardly hesitated, and directly controlled Huang Lao, rushing in.

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  The moment he entered the door, Zhang Deming felt a burst of warmth enveloping him, as if a strange hand was touching his mind, as gentle as returning to his mother's gestation, trying to make him fall asleep.

  At the moment when the feeling struck, he resolutely gave up his control over Huang Lao, and his whole mind retracted into the spirit cultivation space, just peeping at Huang Lao.

  At this moment, Huang Lao didn't know where he was, the surroundings were pitch black, and he seemed to be floating in the depths of the deep starry sky.

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  ps: I forgot that last month didn’t even have the 29th... so I didn’t update it yesterday...

  (end of this chapter)