Chapter 309: Dark prison

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"What is this place?"
The tomb was taken aback, the purpose was dark, the scene was invisible, nothing could be seen, and it was full of dead and cold taste.
The eyes of the Dao Ling bloomed like a two-character lamp burning, and watching around, the color of his face became more and more intense.
In the eyes of Dao Ling, the night is exactly the same as the day, not to mention that it is dark, even if some formations can be seen through, but nothing can be seen here.
After walking for a while, the Taoling was a little confused. He could not detect the energy of the body, as if he had been smashed away.
"What happened? I am not opening the ninth acupoint. Why is there nothing? What happened to my body?"
Dao Ling muttered to himself. He didn't know what happened. He just knew that it was like a black prison. He was trapped inside, and he couldn't walk out. He couldn't see anything.
"No, even if the ninth acupoint is in the sky, it won't kill me instantly. I don't even have any sense of consciousness."
Dao Ling shook his head. He sat down and calmed down. He began to try to communicate with the flesh and wanted to fold back.
Time flies very long. This piece of heaven and earth is lonely and cold, and there is no such thing as anger. It seems that it will not change for thousands of years.
After trying for a long time, Dao Ling could not feel the movement of the body. Even he could not feel the slightest trace of heaven and earth, and even the avenue did not exist.
It is like a prison that is isolated from the world. There is no such thing as a panic in the world.
"Get out of my way!"
The tomb was furious and felt that there was something playing in it. He punched out the air and it was like a mud cow into the sea. There was no trace of energy fluctuations.
"What happened? What is this place? Why is there nothing else, this is not the real world!"
The Dao Ling Dao, constantly punching his fists to break through here, but he failed, failed many times, here can not go out, there is darkness everywhere.
He did not believe that there was no end to it. He began to burst into the inside and walked very fast, but the world was infinitely large, which led Dao Ling to not know how far he ran. He still did not go out here.

Why is this?

Dao Ling’s eyes roared. 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 off, leaving him only a few hours, if you lose the measure, you can save a lot of time, this is his life to gamble.
However, Dao Ling did not expect that the door would step forward, get such an ending, nothing, dark and cold everywhere, could not go out, and has been running for a long time.
"How to do how to do?"
The Daolin is extremely anxious. If this time passes, Tian Zongzong is estimated to have completed many years of planning, they can feed the source direction and get a reverse.
The Taoist and the Tianzong ancestors have a great death and death. This is a enemy. It must be washed with blood. Ten years ago, the Taoist people did not know how many people were killed by the Tianzong. This scene cannot be forgotten.
He still vaguely remembers the words of Dao Hong'an, even if there is one person left by the Tao, he must fight to the end, and let the blood of the Tianyan dynasty pay.
He also said that Xiao Dao Ling was taken care of by the heavens and would not die easily. He would come alive and sooner or later, one day, he would enter the Wu Temple!
Every sentence he dared not forget, and it was reflected in the depths of the soul. He will complete these things a little bit, and regain the dignity that the Taoist people were trampled on in the past!
But now, Dao Ling finds that he is trapped in an inexplicable world. He can't find a way out. If he continues to do so, he will definitely die.
"I can't sit still, I want to go out."
Dao Ling took a deep breath and tried to suppress the inner chaos. Now nothing is more important than this.
He sat down and carefully sensed the flesh, his brows locked, and Dao Ling found that the flesh did not exist.
"Is this my spirit?"
He was taken aback, but he shook his head:
"Impossible, the spirit cannot exist alone, unless the strong can do it. What form is it now?"
He wrinkled and his face was inexplicably pale:
"I am already dead. This is the legendary underworld. I came to the underworld? No, no, I will not die, I will not die!"
He couldn't believe his own guess. Dao Ling didn't believe that the ninth sacred acupoints were so difficult to open, they would be wiped out in an instant, and there was no reaction time.
It has been terrible that he practiced in this realm. If he really didn't wipe it out in an instant, he estimated that the ninth 窍 could not be opened, it was a scam.
"I want to be stronger, I want to go out, even if I am only a little spiritual, I have to cultivate it strong!"
The faith of Dao Ling is reuniting. He will not sit still and wait for the martyrdom to cultivate. He wants to see what it is all about.
The spirit is the same as the god, and the system of practice is too slow, as long as the strong will spend a lot of time to delve into it.
The Tao Ling calmed down and tried his best to absorb the spiritual power between the heavens and the earth. The spiritual power can be said to be everywhere, but it is too rare, and the absorption can only be described as pitiful.
I don't know how this energy was born, just knowing that it can be absorbed to strengthen the spiritual practice.
Dao Ling is trying to absorb this energy. This is the only thing he can do. Otherwise, he can only watch the night and die in loneliness.
He is also revisiting some of the experience of Yuanshen cultivation, the Sparks, and so on.
He is groping for the practice of the gods, because this practice is too dangerous, without physical existence, it will be directly smashed.
He kept trying, like a fish swimming in the boundless sea, no similar, but growing up, growing up a little.
However, this time passed too long and too fast. Dao Ling did not know how long he had practiced. He felt that it seemed to be a year or two.
After working hard for a year or two, this black space could not be broken, and the heart of Dao Ling once again stunned a layer of panic.
"What happened to the outside world, is my body still there? Did the and the one-eyed dragon go out? Is the Tianzong Zong getting the source to hide?"
The Dao Ling made a deep voice, and soon his face was full of thoughts:
"How is the leaf rhyme? Going to the alchemy conference, isn't it good? Is there a poetry poem? I am afraid I can't go to Jianzhou in a short time. I don't know how you are doing now."
Thinking of the alchemy conference, Dao Ling’s eyes were wet and muttered to himself:
"Green bamboo, my brother is sorry for you, can't help you find the source of the soul..."
Dao Ling was very abandoned. I don't know how long the baldness was abolished. He remembered his parents and remembered Ling Yan. When he remembered Dao Hong'an, he cheered up again.
"I want to cultivate, I can't go on like this, I will definitely go out, I still have a lot to do!"
Dao Ling screamed in the sky and continued to quiet down to practice. Only the silence and coldness accompanied him. He was very lonely, accompanied by the only avenue.
This kind of loneliness is suffering, and I can't wait to sleep at once, but Dao Ling has kept it again and again, and has come over again and again. He feels that it has been outside for decades.
"Ah, why not?"
The echo of anger in the dark ~EbookFREE.me~ Dao Ling stood up and feared:
"For decades, I am really dead, I will never go out."
He was very helpless. He remembered the childhood experience, the scene where the source was dug, and the nephew took him to live. Dao Ling was thinking about the passing of this life and found that he was doing too little, he was not willing!
"I won't die like this, I want to cheer up, I want to believe in myself!"
The Dao Ling plate sat on the ground and took a deep breath. He knew that it was too difficult to go out in his own way. Dao Ling was remembering what he had learned.
Dao Ling read the truth in the darkness, and he wanted to take care of what he had learned.
After reading for a while, Dao Ling smashed the hoe. He opened his mouth and drank an ancient character. A golden ancient character hangs high above the sky, emitting a faint light curtain with a layer of rhyme.
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