Chapter 714 The Strange Xue Buping

After Huan Yin fell from the sky, he soon hit the ground heavily and was submerged by the endless sea of ​​crimson flowers.

At this moment, Huan Yin's eyes were so red that they couldn't be any redder, and his breathing was extremely short, and his whole body was shaking constantly. Seeing him like this, he looked like he was possessed by evil spirits. However, he had been looking for Maha Bianhua for the past three days. How could he, a late-stage cultivator of the God of Life, be possessed by evil spirits so inexplicably?

It was impossible for him to be possessed by evil spirits, but Huan Yin now felt that he was no different from being possessed by evil spirits. In the past three days, the endless crimson completely became everything in his eyes and consciousness. He felt that if he kept staring at the Bianhua, he would go crazy.

The crimson color and the millions of flowers that were completely the same as each other were like a demon, occupying everything of Huan Yin.

However, this was not the most critical point. The most important thing is that even though Huan Yin finally opened his spiritual consciousness and flew in the air, he found that he could not find the Mahabranthema at all. Moreover, not to mention the Mahabranthema, he still could not see the end of the sea of ​​flowers, as if he would never reach the end even if he kept flying in one direction for a lifetime.

He lay quietly in the sea of ​​flowers for a long time. When Huan Yin finally felt that his spirit was better, he wiped the sweat on his distorted face and said to himself: "How could this be, how could this sea of ​​flowers be so big..."

Then, he thought of Ruan Shushu who was still sleeping in his storage bag. So, he finally came to some spirit, his face was condensed, and he said to himself: "At this point, I am afraid there is only one last way. If the last way still doesn't work, then..."

While speaking, Huan Yin tried to get up from the ground. However, when he saw the red eyes again, he couldn't help but feel dizzy again.

After a few breaths, Huan Yin tried his best to adjust his state better. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, but the consciousness in the entire threshold of consciousness began to be wildly active.

This time, Huan Yin decided to fight desperately and expand his consciousness to the maximum. Although such expansion may only last for a moment, and it is almost impossible for him to find the Mahabranthema with this method, he now feels that his first priority is not to find the Mahabranthema.

In Huan Yin's view, what is more important than finding the Mahabranthema is to figure out how big the sea of ​​flowers he is in. He feels that he has been aimlessly bumping around in the sea of ​​flowers like a headless fly, and there will definitely be no gain if he continues like this. And if he can make a judgment on the size of the entire sea of ​​flowers, it may help him find it.

"With my current spiritual sense, it may not be possible to cover the entire flower sea. But as long as I can cover about 30%, I can also feel the size of the entire flower sea. At that time, I can at least know how much I have done and how much is left to do."

"But this method is too risky. If the strong people nearby sense my spiritual sense, my whereabouts will be exposed instantly. Therefore, I must be very cautious and can only expand my spiritual sense for a moment. Although this is also a risky move, as long as I am fast enough, there may not be any trouble."

"Besides, this is the only feasible method I have at present." As the spiritual sense became active, Huan Yin's thoughts kept turning around.

And at the last moment, when he had made up his mind, his spiritual sense had already reached its peak. So, his spiritual sense of the late stage of life god surged out of the threshold of consciousness frantically in the next moment, spreading in all directions.

Hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, ten thousand feet...

With Huan Yin's current strength, the range of his spiritual sense can be described as terrifying. Under his full force, his consciousness extended crazily in an instant, and soon rushed to a place far away from him.

However, as his consciousness extended, his whole face became more and more ugly and gloomy.

Huan Yin now didn't know whether he was in the flower sea on the left or right side of the Yellow Spring Road. However, as his consciousness was released so crazily, he found that he still couldn't determine this question. Because when his consciousness was extended to the limit, he didn't even find the Yellow Spring Road.

Around his extremely terrifying consciousness, there were still flower seas, endless flower seas!

A blush soon appeared on his face, and Huan Yin felt that there was a breath in his chest that could not be expressed. So, his blood began to churn, and soon he couldn't hold it back, as if he was about to burst out.

The consciousness was suddenly retracted, and Huan Yin "thumped" three steps back, with a trace of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I can't see through this sea of ​​flowers at all!" Huan Yin covered his chest with his hands and spoke word by word.

Just now, he expanded his consciousness to the maximum, and was not discovered by any strong man, but he also didn't find anything. The size of the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore was far beyond his imagination, just like the vast and endless starry sky.

Then, Huan Yin sat down in the sea of ​​flowers with a weak buttocks, his eyes were full of confusion and dullness. And his face was full of pain and depression.

After sitting like this for a long time, Huan Yin finally recovered a little. However, he still had no idea how to find the Mahabharata. Even through his observation after his spiritual consciousness was released just now, he felt that it was almost impossible for him to find the Mahabharata.

"Ah..." With a heavy sigh, Huan Yin wiped the blood that had already solidified at the corner of his mouth. Then, he said to himself in some confusion: "Just now when my spiritual sense explored the north, I sensed a subtle call. The call felt very familiar to me, as if I had felt the same call when I entered the Tenth Palace for trial."

"It seems that the call should have come from the Tenth Palace. It's just that I was too far away from the Tenth Palace this time, so the feeling was much milder than the last time."

"I don't know what this summoning power represents. Why did it make my heart beat faster unconsciously when I felt it twice. Did I leave something important in the Tenth Palace?"

"But how is this possible? I came to hell alone, how could I have a chance to be related to the Tenth Palace?"

The more he spoke, the more confused Huan Yin's expression became. Then, he finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's more important to find the Mahabranthema."

"Grandmaster, what should I do now? You are knowledgeable and have many ideas. Do you have any ideas?"

Huan Yin finished speaking, but Xue Buping, who always responded quickly, did not say a word this time.

Huan Yin was slightly stunned, with a suspicious look in his eyes, thinking that he had just inadvertently praised Xue Buping, why did he not appreciate it?

Then, he immediately reacted, it seemed that Xue Buping had been silent for a long time and had not spoken.

"What's going on?" Thinking of this, Huan Yin's expression became a little solemn, and he pulled Xue Buping's spirit out of his body and threw it into the sea of ​​flowers.

If it was Xue Buping in the past, he would have scolded him long ago. But this time, even when Xue Buping came to the sea of ​​flowers, he still had a wooden face and did not say a word.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?" Huan Yin stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Xue Buping.

This time, Xue Buping's eyes finally showed a little spirit, but he still didn't look at Huan Yin even once, and only said: "You should probably go ask Meng Po."

"What?" Huan Yin didn't react for a long time to Xue Buping's words that were completely incoherent.

However, Xue Buping emphasized and repeated: "It's Meng Po who gave the soul Meng Po soup. You should probably ask her."

With his eyes fixed, Huan Yin asked: "Do you mean to ask her about the news of Mahabranthema? Why do you want to ask her?"

Shaking his head, Xue Buping said: "I don't know why I want to ask her. However, after I looked at this sea of ​​flowers over and over again, I felt that the Mahabranthema seemed to have some connection with her."

"This is an intuition, and I don't know where this intuition comes from. Maybe... maybe I knew something in my previous life."

"Previous life?" Huan Yin felt even more confused about Xue Buping's words. But soon, he grasped the key to the problem and said, "Ancestor, how sure are you of your intuition?"

Xue Buping thought for a while and said, "About 40% to 50%, maybe... a little more."

This level of confidence is naturally very high for Huan Yin now. So he nodded heavily and said, "Okay, since you said it is related to your previous life, I will take you to see your previous life!"

After that, Huan Yin grabbed Xue Buping's spirit, locked a certain direction, and flew out.