Chapter 309

"Where is this?"

Daoling was surprised. Everything was dark, the scenery was invisible, nothing could be seen, and it was full of a dead and cold taste. Copy URL access

Daoling's eyes burst into a magical glow, like two magic lamps burning. Looking around, the startled 'color' on his face became more and more intense.

In the eyes of Daoling now, the night is exactly the same as the day, let alone the darkness. Even some arrays can be seen through, but nothing can be seen here.

After walking for a while, Daoling was a little flustered. He didn't notice the surging energy in his body, as if he had been cut off * *.

"What's the matter? I'm not opening the ninth orifices' acupoints'. Why is there nothing? What's wrong with my * *?"

Daoling muttered to himself. He didn't know what happened, but he just knew that it was like a black prison, trapping him in it. He couldn't go out and couldn't see anything clearly.

"No, even if the ninth orifice 'acupoint' is against the sky, it won't erase me instantly. I don't even have any consciousness."

Daoling shook his head. He sat down, meditated, and began to try to communicate * *, and "desire" had to turn back.

Time passed very long. The world was dry and cold, and there was no anger at all. It seemed that it would not change for thousands of years.

After trying for a long time, Daoling couldn't feel the trend of * *, even he couldn't feel the slightest 'essence' of heaven and earth, and even the avenue didn't exist.

Here is like an isolated prison, there is no human world, inexplicable panic.

"Get out of here!" Daoling was furious, and felt something playing with him. He punched him across the air, but this punch was like a bull in the sea, without the slightest energy 'wave' movement.

"What's going on? Where is this? Why doesn't something else appear? This is not the real world!"

Dao Ling roared and kept waving his fist to break through here, but he failed many times. He couldn't get out here at all. There was darkness everywhere.

He didn't believe that this place was boundless, and began to explode 'shooting' into it. He walked very fast, but the world was infinite, so that Daoling didn't know how far he ran, and still didn't get out of here.

"Why is this?" Daoling's eyes widened angrily. He didn't know what had happened. He felt that he had been here for several days.

He wanted to take the opportunity to rush through the customs, leaving him only a few hours. If measures were taken, he would lose a fortune, which could save a lot of time. This is his life at stake.

But Daoling didn't expect that he stepped in at the door and got such an ending. There was nothing. There was darkness and cold everywhere. He couldn't go out at all, and he had been going on for a long time.

"What to do? What to do?" Daoling was extremely anxious. If this time passed, Tianyan sect estimated that they had completed many years of planning, and they could feed on the direction of the source and get against heaven.

The Dao clan and Tianyan sect have a great hatred of life and death. This is a blood feud, which must be washed with blood. More than a decade ago, the Dao clan did not know how many heroes were killed by Tianyan sect, and he could not forget this scene.

He still vaguely remembered Dao Hong'an's words. Even if there was only one person left in the Dao clan, he would fight to the end and let Tianyan Zong pay for his blood.

He also said that xiaodaoling was favored by heaven and would not die easily. He would come back to life and sooner or later, he would enter the martial hall!

Every sentence he dared not forget, reflected in the depths of his soul, he would finish these things little by little, and recapture the dignity of the Taoist family that was trampled on that year!

But now, Daoling found that he was trapped in an inexplicable world, and he couldn't find a way out. If he went on like this, he would surely die.

"I can't wait to die. I'm going out." Daoling took a deep breath and tried to suppress the inner element 'chaos'. Now nothing is more important than this. What to fight for when his life is lost?

He sat down, felt * * carefully, frowned tightly, and Daoling found that * * did not exist.

"Is this my 'spirit'?" He was surprised, but shook his head: "it's impossible. The 'spirit' God can't exist alone. Unless the strong can do it, what form am I now?"

He wrinkled, his face 'color' inexplicably pale down: "am I dead, this is the legendary 'Yin', I came to the 'Yin'? No, no, no, I won't die, I won't die!"

He couldn't believe his guess. Daoling didn't believe that the Ninth "acupoint" of the creation orifices was so difficult to open that it would be instantly wiped out, and he didn't even have time to react.

His practice to this level has been very terrible. If he didn't immediately erase it, he estimated that the ninth orifices could not be opened at all, which was a fraud.

"I want to be strong, I want to go out, even if I'm just a 'spirit' now, I want to cultivate it to be strong!"

Daoling's faith is reunited. He won't wait to die. He wants to cultivate strength and kill out. He wants to see what's going on here.

The "essence" God is the same as the yuan God. Practicing this system is too slow. Only the strong will spend a lot of time studying it.

Daoling calmed down and tried his best to absorb the 'essence' divine power between heaven and earth. The 'essence' divine power can be said to be everywhere, but it is too rare, and the absorption can only be described as pathetic.

I don't know how this energy was born, but I know that absorption can expand the practice of Yuan Shen.

Daoling is trying to absorb this energy, which is the only thing he can do, otherwise he can only watch the night and die in loneliness.

He is also recalling some of the past experience of Yuanshen cultivation, spark furnace and so on.

He is' touching 'the door of practicing the Dharma of the yuan God, because this practice is too dangerous. There is no * * and it will be directly cut off.

He kept trying, like a fish swimming in the boundless sea. He didn't have the same kind, but he was growing up, growing up little by little.

However, this kind of time passed too long and too fast. Daoling didn't know how long he had been practicing. He felt that it had been a year or two.

After working hard for a year or two, this achievement still couldn't break the black 'color' space, making Daoling's heart hazy with a layer of panic again.

"What happened to the outside world? Does my * * still exist? Did Dahei and Cyclops go out? Did tianyanzong get the source and hide the treasure?"

Daoling sent out a low voice, and soon his face was full of missing 'color': "how is Ye Yun? Did you go to the alchemy conference? Is Qian Yao OK? And I'm afraid I can't go to Jianzhou for a short time. I don't know how you are now."

Thinking of the alchemy conference, Daoling's eyes were moist and muttered to himself, "Qingzhu, my brother is sorry for you, and can't help you find the source of your soul..."

Daoling was very bald. I don't know how long he had been bald. He thought of his parents, Ling Yan and Dao Hongan's words. He cheered up again.

"I want to practice. I can't go on like this. I will definitely go out. I still have a lot of things to do!"

Daoling roared up to the sky and continued to practice in silence. Only the desolation and coldness accompanied him. He was very lonely, but the avenue accompanied him.

This kind of loneliness is suffering, and he can't wait to sleep immediately, but Daoling kept it again and again, and "survived" again and again. He felt that it had been decades outside.

"Ah, why not!"

There was an angry echo in the dark. Daoling stood up and said in fear, "for decades, have I really died and will never get out?"

He was very helpless. He thought of his childhood experience, the scene of his origin being poached, and the lame man living with him. Daoling was recalling the course of his life and found that he had done too little. He was unwilling!

"I won't die like this. I want to cheer up and believe in myself!"

Daoling sat on the ground and took a deep breath. He knew that it was too difficult to go out in his own way. Daoling was recalling what he had learned.

Daoling recited the Scriptures in the dark, and he wanted to straighten out what he had learned.

After reading for a while, Daoling took his head. He opened his mouth and drank an ancient word. A golden 'color' ancient word hung in the air, emitting a weak light curtain with a layer of Daoyun.