Chapter 805 Goodbye
As far as the current situation is concerned, no matter how you look at it, calling parents should be the best and most sensible choice. Of course, if he knew that Zhang Deming had two lives and could die in place of Taoism, he would be the one who should explode right now.
Zhang Deming ignored the other party's words, the secrets in his body were beating, and the vitality quickly diffused out, and at the same time he dived towards the bottom of the lake.
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This lake of souls is small on the inside and big on the inside, like the wellhead of a methane pool. In the liquid of wronged souls below, Zhang Deming saw the scene under the flat peach tree.
The entire flat peach tree seemed to be floating in the mouth of the well, and countless octopus-like tentacles squirmed and spread all over the entire lake.
Some roots penetrated into the surroundings of the lake and extended outward, forming strange branch trees, while some were floating in the lake water, wriggling like tentacles gathering monsters.
There are many knots on the roots of many trees, just like the root nodules of ordinary tree roots. Zhang Deming clearly felt that every root nodule was a living body with high energy level.
I don't know when he was imprisoned here. It seems that he is not dead, but he probably can't be considered alive.
Among the many roots, Zhang Deming saw a ball of light wrapped by the roots. The ball of light exuded colorful light and at the same time was filled with endless frost.
An extremely strong mixed force, defending against the intrusion of the roots' unconscious wriggling. But at this moment, the ball of light is wrapped up in groups, and it is impossible to escape, so death is a matter of time.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Deming frowned slightly.
"This... In this situation, if you want to sneak away without being discovered, at least you need the legendary top-level skills of escape, and change the world?" Seeing this situation, Lord Shenling said again.
Zhang Deming heard the meaning behind his words, finally answered, and said: "No matter what, you have to try!"
"Do the two of us have to put ourselves in before we're done? It's still too late to turn around!" Shen Lingjun said with a complicated expression.
"If you want to run, run yourself!" Zhang Deming replied flatly.
"Alas..." Shen Lingjun sighed, he wanted to run, but he couldn't, "Human, these emotions and desires are a trouble."
"So why are you still hanging around in the human race? Isn't the monster race more 'true temperament' and more frank and 'sincere'?" Zhang Deming asked back.
"Yeah, I know it's trouble, but I'm asking for trouble. I guess this is one of the reasons why your human race is better than the monster race! After all, a lot of progress is due to various desires!" Shen Lingjun Exclaimed.
Zhang Deming ignored the other party, looked at the disgusting tentacles around him, endured the discomfort of his body, squeezed up, wriggled and entwined like one of them.
In an instant, Zhang Deming felt silky and sticky stuff crowding his entire perception, he was completely placed in the weird pile of vines, and he actively squeezed into it.
If he hadn't cultivated for so many years and his heart was already big enough, he would have completely blown his hair by now.
After a while, he finally squeezed into the position where the tentacles formed a ball at this moment, and stuck to a colorful defensive light ball that flickered with cold light.
The moment he pasted it, the light ball vibrated, and colorful lights flickered.
"Struggle..."
A powerful voice of mind exploded in Zhang Deming's mind, the voice carried a strong mental attack. However, this attack is not considered a bad thing at the moment, on the contrary, to a certain extent, it can be regarded as refreshing Zhang Deming.
Immediately afterwards, Frost and the strange power of calligraphy followed closely, as if to freeze and shatter the posted Zhang Deming.
Zhang Deming frowned, feeling the strange voice in his head, why is it so familiar?
This Uncle Liuhe, could it be...
At this point in his thoughts, Zhang Deming's complexion was strange, his aura swam, and he touched the colorful ball of light lightly.
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Inside the sphere of light, Pan Juan'er and the three fell silent, while Yu Mingxin didn't say anything about bringing in reinforcements, and started to defend again.
For a moment, the uncle who was the main defensive force in the center suddenly changed his expression and his eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, her movements changed slightly.
As the main force of the three-person defense team, with her movements, the entire defense mask fluctuated instantly.
"Uncle?"
"senior?"
Pan Juan'er and Yu Mingxin changed their colors at the same time, thinking that the other party was distracted, and at the same time turned around in surprise to remind them.
The other party didn't respond, and continued to move. As the defensive mask fluctuated stronger and stronger, under the horrified eyes of everyone, in front of everyone, an extremely small pitch-black vine suddenly squeezed in from the wall of the light sphere.
Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er panicked at the same time, almost subconsciously, and they were all ready to attack.
"do not move!"
"Master uncle (senior)?!" Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er turned their heads in puzzlement, with eager expressions on their faces.
"Wait!" The uncle in the defense center said calmly, still expressionless, with a cold demeanor.
Yu Mingxin even wondered if the other party had no expression at all.
Because of the other party's words, even though Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er were worried, they didn't dare to do anything rashly. He could only quietly watch the thin vine, from emerging to continuously squeezing in.
Maybe the cracks in the defensive net are too small, or maybe the vines are pulled and squeezed by a bunch of other vines, making it very difficult to squeeze in. While swaying, they keep twisting on the mask, which looks a little funny, adding to the solemn atmosphere. Ease up a little bit.
When most of the vines squeezed in, under the stunned eyes of everyone, a young figure emerged out of the outline of the silk thread.
The young man looked only in his twenties, his face was resolute, with a little masculinity, but also a little bit of elegance. Among the monks, he was not very handsome, but he was also somewhat attractive.
What pleased everyone the most was the cultivation base of the other party's Liuhe, and that all-clear attire.
Although the face is unfamiliar, but in this case, no one should try their best to fake something, so this is undoubtedly a hermit master with a full view of the world.
The moment Pan Juan'er saw Li Zhengkun's familiar but unfamiliar face, she was taken aback for a moment, and immediately wanted to speak in surprise.
But she hadn't moved yet. She had been so cold that she felt a little cold before. The uncle who cherished words like gold suddenly spoke. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she actually heard a little worry.
"Why did you run here?"
Following the uncle's words, everyone completely confirmed that the person who came was the major repairer of Quan Qing's recluse practice.
The moment Zhang Deming finished condensing, he heard a cold voice, looked down, and saw Lan Fuyao sitting cross-legged, with a colorful long piano between his legs, gently plucking the strings.
The faint sound of the piano and the colorful lights spread out as she moved, forming the main force of the entire defense network.
At this moment, the opponent's face was pale, obviously exhausted. Even so, she didn't show much emotion, she just frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Deming.
After seeing Lan Fuyao's expression, the surrounding disciples all looked at Zhang Deming with flickering eyes.
After all, after being rescued, he frowned with some dissatisfaction, which obviously shouldn't be a normal reaction, and this was the first time in so many days that the uncle had mood swings.
Pan Juan'er's eyes flickered with a strange light, and she looked at Zhang Deming, who was disguised as Li Zhengkun.
'It really is Lan Fuyao! '
Zhang Deming looked around, looked at Pan Juan'er, then at Lan Fuyao, how did these two get mixed up!
As his thoughts flickered, Zhang Deming said calmly: "I originally ran in to join in the fun, thinking that the Pantao Garden would be the most precious thing except the Lingxiao Palace, so I came to make do with it. I never thought that this would happen."
"You haven't been completely controlled just now, have you? You shouldn't have come here. It's not easy to get out now!"
When Lan Fuyao spoke, his face was pale, but his brows were still frowning. He didn't ask why Zhang Deming's cultivation base became like this, nor did he ask about anything else. As before, he never asked about his privacy.
That natural trust and familiarity, that familiar feeling of a stranger, made Zhang Deming instantly recall the peaceful and strange days of getting along with each other in Xianqinya, dancing swords and playing the piano.
Besides Pan Juan'er, Lan Fuyao was the most comfortable person he got along with.
But the two have completely different feelings, which he knows very well. One is a sweetheart who breaks into the heart forcefully, and the other is a bosom friend who has gradually become familiar with the same personality.
Zhang Deming looked at the other party, smiled calmly, and said: "I feel your breath, and I find that I am in trouble, so I can't just leave it alone!"
The natural words, the way it should be, made Lan Fuyao's movements of playing the piano stiff, and said: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still have such a stubborn temper."
"Hehe, it's the same with you. It's better not to let strangers in." At this point, Zhang Deming seemed to feel a dangerous gaze looking at him. No object!"
Lan Fuyao glanced at Zhang Deming suspiciously, but didn't answer. In her perception, although Zhang Deming escaped, he didn't seem to have made such a joke on her, and he was still in front of a group of juniors.
Zhang Deming sensed the other party's gaze, immediately looked around, and changed the subject: "Is there a way to put these disciples away?"
The space of the light sphere is not large, but apart from Lan Fuyao, Pan Juan'er, and Yu Mingxin who are on the defensive, there are also seven disciples who are at the peak of the Five Elements.
But they don't have the means like Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er. Even if they have one or two hands of Liuhe hole cards, it's just a blow to the bottom of the box. After all, there is still a big gap between the genius of the Holy Land and the Holy Son.
Moreover, Zhang Deming discovered that the seven people were not intact, and the breath of the seven people was no longer pure, and was infected by distortion to varying degrees.
After Lan Fuyao heard this, she didn't answer the question, but suddenly looked up at Zhang Deming, and said, "You came in disguised?"
Immediately, she probably thought of what happened back then, and said: "That's right, back then you dared to put on a fake identity in front of all the Liuhe major cultivators. Now that you have such a cultivation level, it's normal to lie to a scoundrel."
At this point, she paused again, and said, "So you found out that this place is so dangerous, why did you rush in?"
"Isn't it because you sensed that you were here? Could it be that you sensed that I was trapped inside and would turn your head away!" Zhang Deming replied indifferently.
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Deming's back immediately felt cold, and he always felt that he was being watched by something terrifying, which made him a little blind.
Lan Fu shook his brows and frowned, and said: "It's just nonsense, you can't help it, what are you doing rushing in like this now, I haven't seen you for so many years, this kind of heart has gone back more and more."
"If I don't come, how long can you last? One day, two days? Do you think I just called Jian Chen, and Shanhe Sword can come in at this time?" Zhang Deming didn't care about Lan Fuyao's tone, and replied indifferently .
Lan Fuyao fell silent, and no one spoke, including Pan Juan'er. After all, she also knew back then that Zhang Deming sneaked into Quanqingguan secretly under the guise of an impostor.
"There is already a seal here, and with the influence of the evil species, I can't open the organ space, let alone open the entrance to the Shuangquan Realm."
After a while, Lan Fuyao said without beginning or end, apparently before answering Zhang Deming's question about whether he could put away his disciples.
"Then there's no other way. I'm sure I can't take so many people away. Besides, they've been corrupted, so they're easy to be discovered."
While speaking, Zhang Deming looked around the crowd, thought for a while, and under the nervous eyes of many disciples, said: "Abandon the body, escape the soul directly, and use your organ to arrest the soul."
Yu Mingxin frowned, thinking that Zhang Deming included him. And the seven people on the ground had different expressions when they heard the words, one of them said hesitantly and anxiously: "Senior, this disciple can give up part of his body!"
Hearing this, Zhang Deming frowned and said, "Which family's baby is this?"
Lan Fuyao said helplessly, "It's from the Yu family."
Yu Mingxin also glared at the person who spoke at this moment, and said: "Uncle, don't be annoyed, brother probably didn't understand what uncle meant.
Uncle Shi, don't worry, we are willing to keep our flesh as bait. In the current situation, it is a blessing to be able to pick up a life, so naturally I can't be more demanding. "
Zhang Deming took a look at Yu Mingxin and said, "Your name is Yu Baiwen, right?"
"Disciple Yu Mingxin, whose Dao name is Baiwen, studied under Qianyu, and met his uncle." Yu Mingxin said immediately.
"You don't need to bring out the Holy Master of Qianyu. With your talent and no pollution, I will take it out completely. Abandoning your body does not include you."
Speaking of this, Zhang Deming seemed to glance at Pan Juan'er casually, and said: "And you, the holy land of nurturing spirits, you have been the most popular in the past few years. If people know that I want you to give up your physical body, Then I will have to complain a lot.”
"Thank you, senior, disciple!" Pan Juan'er replied with a smile, looking at Zhang Deming.
Zhang Deming always felt that something was wrong, and his vest felt a little cold.
He stopped paying attention to the two of them, but turned his head to look at the remaining seven disciples, and said, "As for you, what are you going to do? Does anyone else have a means of escape? If so, you can come out and escape by yourself. Don't stop."