The Monk

The light didn't answer, it only flickered faintly, as if it was shaking its body.

Seeing the light and not answering, the black monster smiled coldly, pinched the air with his left hand, and a black iron box appeared out of thin air, with a fence on one side. Open one side of the fence, throw the light in, close the box, and throw it to the ground without worrying that the light will escape through the cracks in the fence.

Seeing a gap, the ball of light tried to rush out several times, but failed. When confronting the black monster, he was about the same height as a human. When he was thrown into the small box, he turned into a small ball of light.

Seeing him trying to escape, the black monster said casually: "Don't bother, this is the sky prison. As long as it is a living creature, it is impossible to escape." Guangliang seemed not to know what the sky prison was and continued to try to escape.

The black monster smiled and said, "That's right, you don't know what the Heavenly Prison is." As he spoke, with a casual touch, many bolts of lightning suddenly burst out from the small box, all of which hit the ball of light.

Only then can we see that the ball of light is indeed a kind of living thing. The lightning in the small box hits him. The light cannot avoid it and cannot blend with the lightning. Instead, it looks like a human being because it cannot bear the pain. Chi Chi makes a sound.

After a while, the lightning in the small box disappeared, and the light stabilized again. The black monster said: "Tell me the origin." His voice was very soft, with an aura that could not be refuted. Guangliang still didn't speak.

The black monster accidentally discovered this ball of light and felt that there was life in it, so he became curious and wanted to capture it and study it. I just didn’t expect this light to be so powerful, it took more than three years of hard work. Always out of reach.

The black monster is tough, and it is because of its struggle with this ball of light that it has finally been caught. Of course, it is necessary to ask clearly.

He didn't speak at all when the light came on. The black monster thought for a moment and said, "You don't know how to speak like me?" Guangliang still didn't answer. The black monster smiled and said: "You have to say a few words. Even if you don't understand what you say, you still have to hear it."

But Guangliang didn't speak, and the black monster wasn't bothered either. Most cultivators are like this and quite patient. The black monster whispered: "The Heavenly Prison, every hour will start the Heavenly Prison torture. It will not last long. It will be about half an hour. I hope you can bear it." After saying this, he closed his eyes and meditated, and stopped looking. A glance at the black box in front of him.

It's exactly what he said. An hour later, there was endless ringing in the small box, and the crackling was full of lightning, which struck Guang Guangliang's body one after another. Those lightning bolts were very fast and the light was impossible to dodge. He could only make some slight noises, as if he was crying out in pain.

At this time, Zhang Ping, who was on the other side of Desolate Star, came to the first underground level to meditate and monitor everything in the canyon. I hope that the black monster I once saw will never come again. But neither he nor the black monster expected that the people they cared about each other were on this deserted star. Just some distance apart. From here we can see that the powerful soul is invincible in the lower realm. It has little effect in the universe. As long as it is a little further away, it becomes completely useless.

After the black monster grabbed the light, it kept meditating on the deserted star. Two days passed quickly, and the light slowly became dim due to the torture of the sky prison. Noticing his change, the black monster stopped the Heavenly Prison spell and asked in a low voice: "Speak, no matter what language it is, you have to hear it to understand it." Until now, he is not sure whether this light will Can talk.

Seeing Tianlao quiet down, the light flickered a few times, but there was still no sound, as if the flickering was his language.

The black monster looked at it for a while and then said in a low voice: "If the flashing light is your language, flash a few more times for me to see. Well, let's flash five times."

Although Guangliang couldn't speak, he could understand what he said, and he jumped lightly five times.

Seeing the light flashing, the black monster sighed softly. What should he do when he encounters a being who cannot speak and does not understand what he is saying? He is very interested in this kind of bright life. If he has the opportunity to get more, he must study it carefully to see if it can help him practice.

Seeing that the two lives cannot communicate, even killing them is useless. The black monster no longer tortured the bright life with the Heavenly Prison spell, but instead looked at him thoughtfully.

After looking at it for a long time, he started to close his eyes and do his exercises. After an hour, he used his spiritual mind to scan the light and tried to send his soul into the light to see if he could control it.

The reaction of the light was very strong. It exploded with a bang, and the violent light illuminated the desolate star instantly. However, this powerful light appeared for too short time, and it flashed away, and the world turned into darkness again.

That kind of light was so strong that the black monster was dazzled by it. When the light disappeared, the soul he had passed also disappeared and was melted by this light.

If the black monster refuses to give up, it depends on how many strong rays of light you can emit, that is, if you continue to send the soul over, trying to control the bright soul. Unexpectedly, the light did not emit any more intense and powerful light, but only gathered tightly to block the black monster's soul.

At this time, Zhang Weijing already knew that the light was back. The light just now was so strong that it could penetrate the stone wall, not to mention flash quickly in the empty night sky.

Realizing that the powerful light was fleeting, Zhang Ain thought for a moment, gently closed the stone above his head, and then went down to the second floor of the house, closing the first floor tightly. Even if there was light in the house, it could not be transmitted. Outside.

Seeing him coming back, Xiao Yao'er said: "This place is too small and boring." Zhang said fearfully: "The light is back again. I don't know if the black monster is back. You have to be careful."

Hearing that the two powerful guys were back, Xiao Yao'er didn't say anything more. He quietly walked to the side and sat down without saying a word.

In this way, everyone waited patiently for the two powerful guys to leave quickly. According to previous experiences, the light will leave after a while, and Zhang hoped that it would be the same this time.

Unfortunately, it backfired. Two hours later, Zhang Ping carefully returned to the room on the first floor, opened the stone door and looked outside. It was dark and empty outside, and he couldn't see anything, and he didn't know if the light had left. At this time, he wanted to return to his original residence to see what happened. But I know that at this time, it is better to be still than to move, and waiting patiently is the right way. In this way, after waiting for a day, I never saw the light flashing again, nor did I find any cultivators arriving, so I thought that the light had already left.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Ain decided to go back to his original residence and have a look. If there was no light everywhere, everyone would be more at ease and not be as cautious as now.

So I walked back carefully, scanning the surroundings with my spiritual thoughts as I walked.

He had done this many times in the past, and every time he checked, he found nothing. He thought it would be the same this time. But as he approached the stone ruins, something suddenly flashed before his eyes, and a black monster stood in front of him with a sullen face.

The black monster has scales all over its body, and its face is no exception. Without clothes, its whole body is covered with such hard black scales, which looks weird and terrifying.

Zhang Weijing was startled. He took a step back and stood still, clasping his fists and saying, "I've seen you, sir." The black monster had no expression on his face and said after a moment of silence: "I can talk, very good." As he spoke, he raised his armor covered with black scales. With a gentle pinch of his big paw, the powerful Zhang Zhi was caught by it, without even a chance to resist.

Zhang Zhi only felt that his whole body was frozen and he could no longer move. You are so unlucky that you have to face these unlucky things after only a hundred years? I really don’t know why the mirror can protect the divine world for countless years, but nothing ever happens.

The black monster grabbed him and returned to the place where he was meditating. Then he left Zhang Afraid and said in a cold voice: "Talk to that thing and see if you can understand him."

In front of Zhang Ai was a small black box, which contained the light.

In those days, the black monster had been trying to control the light with his soul, but unfortunately the light only contracted and remained motionless, and his soul could not penetrate. It happened that at this time, Zhang was afraid of being discovered by him if he walked this way, so he caught him.

Looking at the light in the box, Zhang Ain thought about it and asked, "Can you understand what I'm saying?" The light flickered slightly.

Seeing the light reacting, Zhang Ain asked again: "How can I know what you are talking about?" The light flashed several times in succession, but unfortunately no one could move it. Zhang Ping tried to ask a few more words, but unfortunately Guangliang could understand him, but he didn't understand what Guangliang was talking about, so he had to say to the black monster: "Sir, I don't understand his language."

The black monster had been watching him speak. Knowing the result, he did not ask any more questions. He just closed his eyes and meditated. After a while, he asked Zhang Awei: "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhang Awei replied: "My name is Zhang Awei. , practice here.” The black monster asked again: “Are none of those people dead?”

When Zhang Wen heard this, how should he answer this question? After thinking for a while, he replied: "Can you not answer this question?" The black monster was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting this answer. Then he smiled gently at Zhang Awei and said: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Zhang Ain replied: "I was killed once a few days ago. Sir, you won't kill a low-level cultivator like me twice, right?"

The black monster sneered: "You have low cultivation level? How funny." The implication is that Zhang Ai's cultivation level is very high.

Unfortunately, the time was wrong and the place was wrong. After hearing the black monster's words, Zhang was afraid that he could not be happy at all. He just lowered his head and replied: "In front of Mr. and this ball of light, I don't even have the strength to fight back. Of course It’s because of low cultivation.”

"Compared with me?" The black monster snorted with a hint of disdain, and then looked at the small box. It was precisely because this light was slightly weaker than himself that he cared about it and caught it.

This ball of light was so mysterious that since it took all the effort to catch it, the black monster never thought of letting him go. It was just thinking about who to find in order to understand what this ball of light said.

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhang Awei: "Call your people over and ask them if they understand what this thing is saying. Remember, don't play tricks!" (To be continued...)

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