Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 321. 320. Infinite Instant Stone

The monsters in the dark are weird and terrifying. In such an environment, even An Le may not be its opponent. Fortunately, it is not chasing and killing An Le and the two, but just hates all existences except itself equally.

Human demons will not have any interest in the dead corpses that have lost their vitality, and ignore them like air.

But if they meet those people who are not yet completely dead and immersed in endless pain, the demon will become extremely excited, rushing towards them frantically, and then "gentlely" swallow them into their bodies.

An Le couldn't find a more suitable word than "gentle" to describe the actions of the demon.

Numerous granules gently penetrated into the distorted or scattered flesh, implicated the flesh and blood that was sent into the chaos of human demons, assimilated and entangled with each other, and gradually merged into one.

Afterwards, a brand new face will appear on the surface of the human monster, roaring ferociously and silently, and then go to look for the next target in the darkness, and disappear soon.

The whole process, compared to "swallowing", is more like a ritual, assimilating the undead into a part of the demon.

An Le was horrified and felt chills down his spine.

Not far away, Wang Fugui urged the fragments of the Infinity Momentary Stone to fly back to Anle, and explained with his spiritual sense.

"Ancestor Wuxu, humans and demons, were originally transformed by these monks who were about to die. They could not bear the boundless loneliness and pain, and their minds had fallen into the way of demons. Their extreme emotions broke through the shackles of the Infinite Instant Stone, and they became It became what it is now.”

An Le glanced at Wang Fugui. Just now, his reaction and speed of escaping were extremely fast. Although this has the effect of an infinite instant stone, it also shows that Wang Fugui's nature is obviously not as simple and simple as it appears on the surface.

Wang Fugui seemed to be ignorant of his strange emotions, and asked with a smile on his face, "Taoist Wuxu, what should we do now?"

An Le was in a strange mood when he heard him talk about Taoist ancestors one by one.

Even if people in later generations really called him Dao Patriarch, An Le knew very well in his heart that the first practitioner in the world was Tianren Mountain, and he was far from qualified enough to talk about Dao Patriarch.

So, An Le said, "I became a Daoist ancestor after death. It's a little inappropriate for you to call me by this name. Besides, no matter how big the name is, it's useless here."

"I see that you are about the same age as me, so you might as well be called a fellow Taoist. What do you think?"

Wang Fugui immediately showed panic: "Hiss... I am a friend of Daozu, how can I bear this!"

But he was full of imagination: "Damn it, if he can escape from this ghost place and say that his ancestor once called me a fellow Taoist, he can brag about it for several years!"

After pretending to be reserved for a while, Wang Fugui still asked: "Dare to ask the ancestor's real name?"

"My name is An Le, just call me Fellow Daoist An."

"Anle?"

Wang Fugui was taken aback, feeling that the name sounded familiar for no reason, but couldn't remember where he had heard it.

But compared to the honor of being called a Taoist friend by the Taoist ancestor, this trivial matter was quickly forgotten by him.

The two chatted while wandering in the dark.

An Le asked, "What state is Daoyou Wang in now?"

Wang Fugui said ashamedly: "I'm not talented, and I'm only in the middle stage of transformation."

An Le: "..."

He silently glanced at the Nascent Soul in his body, but was speechless.

An Le has not been able to break through the barrier of transforming gods yet, but this unattractive fat monk is already in the middle stage of transforming gods.

"However, it's not that I haven't killed the existence of the mid-stage strength of the gods, and it's not a big deal."

Thinking of this, An Le couldn't help but calm down a lot.

He asked curiously again: "Are there many Huashen cultivators in the Dao League?"

Wang Fugui said: "There are quite a lot of monks who have transformed themselves into gods, and there are also a lot of masters who have refined the Void, and there are also old monsters who are in the Dao realm. However, I am proficient in many miscellaneous and thaumaturgic arts, and I am also a scholar who studies history, so I have a bad name."

Seeing that An Le seemed very interested in Daomeng, Wang Fugui also said a few more words on this topic.

After listening to it, An Le couldn't help but yearn for it.

From Wang Fugui's description, the strength of the Dao League seems to be unprecedentedly strong. Various exercises and Taoism can be freely circulated, and they are extremely open. The geniuses among the monks emerge in endlessly, like the stars in the sky, countless, and there are even more Daoist states. strong!
Moreover, Wang Fugui even has the leisure to study history, which shows that the environment of Daomeng is far more stable and peaceful than that of Anle, and monks who have been in war all year round will not have the energy and leisure to pursue spiritual needs.

There is no doubt that this is an excellent era for cultivators.

At this time, An Le suddenly wanted to ask Wang Fugui about the existence of gods, but finally gave up the idea.

He wanted to ask, but dared not.

Knowing the future is sometimes not necessarily a good thing.

If the gods have been wiped out or expelled, An Le still needs to follow the original track step by step, and the hardships in the future will not be reduced by half, but if he gets a negative answer, even he will be shaken by his Dao heart, and he will be afraid of what he has done. Doubt.

Instead of falling into such a situation of worrying about gains and losses, it is better to move forward steadily.

In the same way, An Le didn't ask about Su Dai, Gu Shanshan and other people he valued.

An Le said meaningfully: "Speaking of which, I saw many looted corpses in the dark..."

"Cough cough."

Wang Fugui smiled shyly, but admitted frankly: "I did it."

"I have nothing to do here. I simply helped those people out and prevented them from becoming part of the demons. Also, those clothes and magic weapons are all cultural relics. If I can take them out, maybe I can deduce them. The age of the master."

An Le actually didn't care much about this, and asked instead: "Fellow Daoist Wang, how much do you know about the Infinity Momentary Stone?"

Wang Fugui was stunned, knowing that the key question was coming, and replied: "The Infinite Momentary Stone is a natural wonder. It is said that it can divide a moment into infinite moments, so that time can reach a state similar to static." , so it is called the infinite instant stone."

"Originally, this ancient strange object was a whole, but one day in the past, it suddenly shattered for some reason, and many fragments were scattered all over the Dao League, and were obtained by different monks. It seemed that someone wanted to collect it in its entirety. It also set off a bloody storm, but in my time, its value was far less than before, and not many people were still searching for it, so I was lucky enough to buy one."

An Le was surprised: "Is the Infinity Momentary Stone shattered?"

If he guessed correctly, the prism-shaped meteorite was the Infinite Momentary Stone, and in the future, the meteorite would actually split into many fragments.

But if this is the case, why does this space in the meteorite still exist?

Temporarily suppressing the doubts in his heart, An Le asked again: "Why do you say its value has decreased?"

Wang Fugui didn't hide anything, and said: "Many monks found that after obtaining the fragments of the instant stone, apart from the fact that the material is extremely hard and almost indestructible, this kind of strange object does not have much miraculous features. Change, as time goes by, it will only have collection value."

"But as far as I know, some monks seem to have suspended time with the help of the Infinity Momentary Stone. Even if it is only a second or two, it is enough to determine life and death."

An Le pondered for a moment, then said, "Friend Wang Daoist, can you lend me a fragment of the Instant Stone?"

"This……"

Wang Fugui hesitated briefly, then quickly nodded and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he sent a small Momentary Stone, the size of a gravel, to Anle.

Wang Fugui's decisiveness surprised Anle a little, but after thinking about it, the other party may have been trapped here for a long time and could not get out, and the arrival of Anle is undoubtedly a brand new variable. Willing to place hope on him.

Soon, An Le's spiritual consciousness came into contact with the Infinite Instant Stone.

This fragment is pitifully small, but still presents a prismatic shape with a transparent texture, like an extraterrestrial meteorite shrunk countless times.

It didn't respond to the touch of spiritual consciousness, like a dead thing, Wang Fugui was able to control it, obviously using some secret technique.

Then, An Le tried to separate a ray of Xiantian Qi and contact it.

At the moment when the two touched, a sudden change occurred!
"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Some vague words seemed to reach An Le's ears, and he suddenly widened his eyes, looking at the darkness around him.

I saw that the surrounding darkness dispersed like a thin mist, revealing a little light, even though the visibility was still very low, but An Le saw some pictures that were different from the darkness.

It was a woman's face, beautiful but heroic, like a battle-tested female general.

This woman, An Le, was no stranger to him, she was the leader of the Great Xia soldiers whom he had seen before he was thrown into darkness.

However, her temperament has settled a lot, like Zang Feng's sword, and this pretty face looks a bit huge, almost occupying most of An Le's field of vision.

Soon, An Le realized that it wasn't that the woman had grown bigger, but that the world they lived in had shrunk.

A slender hand fell from a high place, picked up the dark space like a five-finger mountain, and the height gradually increased. An Le looked down, and there seemed to be a flat wooden table under him, which was also magnified several times, like a wide plain.

An Le suddenly realized: "This is... the perspective of Zhenyang Stone?"

An Le turned to look at Wang Fugui, only to find that he asked excitedly: "Friend Daoist An, what did you do? I feel that the darkness around me has faded a bit!"

An Le was surprised: "Can't you see these pictures?"

"what did you see?"

Wang Fugui was at a loss, and said puzzledly, "It's still pitch black here, but something seems to have changed."

An Le asked him if he heard other people's voices, and he also got a negative answer.

After learning of this situation, An Le thought deeply: "Perhaps because Wang Fugui and I were in different time points in the outside world, he couldn't observe the history that belongs to me."

At this time, another female voice sounded outside the town center stone.

"Your Highness, you are playing with that sacred object again."

An Le turned her head to look, and a maid came from the door, looking at the woman with dissatisfaction.

"It's been so long, do you still remember that battle?"

Ji Yunting put the holy object in his palm, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes: "Ying'er, you didn't participate in that battle, so of course you don't understand."

"If what that person said is true, I'm afraid that the beliefs of countless people in Great Xia will collapse."

Ying'er snorted, rather disconcertingly: "It's just a bewitchment by an extraterritorial celestial demon, which has made my Highness obsessed with it for three years, turning her from a Valkyrie on the battlefield into a woman who only knows how to mourn spring in the courtyard." Qiu's decadent woman is really deplorable."

Although there were complaints in her tone, she was still mostly angry.

Three years ago, Ji Yunting was so dazzling. As a woman, she overwhelmed many princes and became a strong contender for the throne.

But a campaign to exterminate the heavenly demons outside the territory completely changed her.

Ji Yunting withdrew from the battlefield, stopped participating in the battle, and even called on other people not to slaughter the demons. In the eyes of the people of Daxia, such actions are simply unreasonable!
Judging from the image, the extraterrestrial demon light is a natural monster, and it will appear out of thin air in the city of Daxia at night, causing great panic.

They are naturally the enemies of Daxia.

The long-cherished wish of many people is to drive all the demons from outside the territory out of Great Xia!

In such a general environment, Ji Yunting's actions were undoubtedly going against the grain and sailing against the current. He had encountered great resistance from the very beginning, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that "all the people betrayed their relatives".

Yinger is still willing to stay with Ji Yunting because of deep friendship.

After hearing Yinger's words, Ji Yunting was unmoved, and just said: "I'm a little tired, you should step back first."

Yinger had no choice but to leave after sighing.

After she left, Ji Yunting's sharp eyes burst out with a cold light, and he softly shouted.

"He Fangxiao is young, dare to spy on me!"

An astonishing momentum erupted from her body, and the nine divine treasures appeared, and even the tenth holy gate was faintly visible, radiant and beautiful.

Others only thought that Ji Yunting had been abandoned in the past three years, but they didn't know that she used these three years to hide her strength and bide her time, tempering her cultivation to an extremely pure and stable level, and even became the youngest Jiuzang monk in Daxia.

Ji Yunting's beautiful eyes scanned every corner of the room, but still found nothing, the momentum gradually calmed down, and he muttered to himself.

"Could it be... I'm too sensitive?"

She had the feeling of being watched by someone just now, and then she exploded in momentum, trying to force the other party out.

Ji Yunting paced back and forth in the room, and the inexplicable sense of uneasiness never disappeared, making her restless.

"No, there must be something staring at me!"

If this feeling cannot be eliminated, Ji Yunting may not even be able to sleep well.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the silver-gray square placed on the table, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

According to Da Xia's usual way of handling sacred objects, Ji Yunting should have sent it to the temple three years ago, but at that time she temporarily changed her mind and kept the sacred object.

It is as much a trophy as it is a memorial to that battle, those truths, that enemy who fought bloody to the last.

Ji Yunting spoke slowly: "Is it you?"

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