Chapter 714: Urgent

Time goes back to the moment when Zhuo Bai fell into the desert.

His body was quickly swept by the quicksand, and he barely sent out a message. As soon as he threw away the Wuwu machine, he was already deeply trapped in the quicksand.

Throwing the Wuwu machine outside is not only for future contact, but also to make it easier to be discovered.

There is a Wuwu totem in the Wuwu machine, and maybe even a fairy soul.

He witnessed his own growth, even if he did not die, he could pass the process to the alliance.

This was Zhuo Bai's thought at the time, and when his body was completely trapped in the quicksand, these thoughts disappeared instantly.

Between life and death, everything else is external, and nothing is that important.

Struggling and resisting, the quicksand entered the mouth, nose, and ears.

Uncomfortable and painful, the tiny sand and stones were swallowed or went into the nasal cavity through the nose, which was extremely uncomfortable.

If he used spiritual energy, he could not breathe for days and nights, but he chose not to do that.

Even though he was in a state of hypoxia as soon as he entered the quicksand due to insufficient preparation, he still did not give up.

Zhuo Bai struggled in the quicksand, and he didn't know where he was being swept along the quicksand until a long time later, the quicksand around him slowly stagnated.

Now, his body has been unbearable chest tightness due to lack of oxygen, and there is no telling how much sand and stones are in his throat.

If he was outside, he would definitely cough a few times first, but unfortunately he was now in the sand and stones. He

struggled hard and wanted to climb out, but he couldn't do it at all.

He was very strong, but he was buried too deep and couldn't struggle at all.

This situation was quite similar to the situation where Sun Wukong was crushed under the Five Finger Mountain.

Suffocation and fainting began to come one after another. He felt that he could not hold on any longer. He wanted to give up, but he held back.

Then his vision became darker and darker, and his head became more and more dizzy. Slowly, without knowing when, he seemed to fall asleep.

He might die here, or maybe, possibly, probably not die here. He didn't know.

In his dazed state, his consciousness completely fainted.

Time passed slowly, maybe a few hours, or maybe even longer, and he suddenly woke up from the darkness.

He moved his arms and legs and felt very comfortable, not like he was crushed by sand and rocks, but it was very dark around him and he couldn't see anything.

In the darkness, he walked left and right, trying to investigate, but found that he was floating when he walked.

Then, he found that he was not walking, but floating.

Zhuo Bai's first thought was that he was dead and turned into a soul, and could go to the fairyland.

But then he found that this was not the case. He felt that his state was not like death, but like... consciousness leaving the body.

This feeling was very strange. He didn't know what a soul looked like, but he was sure that he was not a soul, but consciousness.

He could still feel his body, curled up into a ball, just below the consciousness, still warm, and without breathing.

After thinking for a while, he tried to let his consciousness return to the body, but after entering the body, he did not have control over the body.

The unconscious body seemed to be one and the same, as if it didn't need him.

He didn't know how long he stayed in this strange state, but his consciousness was suddenly pulled by something and entered his body in an instant.

Then, a fierce pain came from his dantian, and it felt like his dantian was pierced from the inside by countless spears, and his whole body was pierced by countless spears.

He wanted to shout, but only sand and stones rolled in his throat. He wanted to move, but his body couldn't stretch out at all.

He could only endure this pain and endure it silently in the endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, sweat began to flow from his forehead, neck, and body. Maybe it was blood, he couldn't be sure, but he could feel it.

He was slightly surprised to have this feeling suddenly, because the pain had disappeared at some point.

If the pain hadn't disappeared, he wouldn't have been able to feel the liquid flowing out of his body. The

disappearance of the pain made him confused. He wanted to look inward, but found that he couldn't do it. However, there was a strong beating in his Dantian, as if something was being conceived.

Was it the golden elixir?

He guessed, but to no avail.

It was still dark, still silent, and all he could do was wait.

The endless darkness made him confused. He even wondered how to describe this state to others if he really broke through.

The soul leaving the body? The consciousness flying into the sky?

He thought of countless words, but couldn't find even one that he thought could be called an accurate description. He

didn't know how long it had passed in silence, and the pain came again, just like last time, so painful that he wanted to faint.

But he couldn't do it.

He could only silently endure everything until the pain disappeared, and then came again.

This was repeated nine times. When the pain disappeared for the last time, he could suddenly look inside.

In the past, his Dantian was filled with reddish spiritual energy, like a steaming bathhouse.

But this time, the entire space was surrounded by endless darkness, and in the center of the darkness, there was a ray of red light.

When he got closer, he found that the light came from a red bead.

Golden elixir? Red golden elixir?

He was surprised, followed by joy, but then his body began to react.

Power emanated from the golden elixir and began to absorb the spiritual energy that remained in his body during his daily practice.

It needed spiritual energy, this golden elixir, it needed a lot of spiritual energy.

In an instant, he got the answer. Not only that, he also knew that if he didn't have enough spiritual energy, he would be sucked dry and then die.

Reluctant? Angry?

He didn't have these emotions at all. He wasn't the kind of person whose mind could turn three or four bends in an instant. He just felt that he needed to find spiritual energy.

But this place was so far away from the alliance territory, he couldn't go back. When he went back, he would probably be dead.

He began to think about how to get spiritual energy here?

Suddenly, he thought of the spiritual energy tunnel he had seen when he was a child, which shot out from the fairyland and was said to rush straight to the depths of the East Continent.

He needed Taichu's help and the spiritual energy corridor. Only in this way could he survive, become a Jindan-stage cultivator, pass on his experience to future generations, and improve the strength of the alliance's clansmen to a higher level.

So he began to struggle to get out.

Before the struggle, he had never thought about whether he could struggle out. If he wanted to, he would definitely think that he couldn't do it, even with spiritual energy.

His physical strength was not weak, but it couldn't shake the sand on both sides. With spiritual energy, although he would be stronger, he would not be as strong as the sky and the earth.

But as mentioned before, he was not the kind of person whose brain could turn three or five bends at once, so he struggled instinctively.

As soon as he struggled, the red golden elixir in his dantian stopped absorbing spiritual energy, but instead released spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy was completely different from usual. Usually, the spiritual energy was like mist or air, but today, the spiritual energy flowing in his body was like blood.

"Gurgle..."

It was as if there was a sound of flowing water coming out of his body. Maybe it was an illusion, but it was very real.

Infinite power surged out instantly, and he struggled upwards violently, and then broke through the sand beside him, and his body began to rise rapidly.

After two or three times, he didn't know how far he had risen, but he saw the sun and the sky in an instant.

Falling to the ground, he was surprised and surprised, and then instantly became panic.

The golden elixir wanted to take back the power it had just paid out, and it was the kind that came with interest.

The power was instantly withdrawn from his body, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and his strong muscles were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wuwu machine... Wuwu machine..."

He murmured anxiously, and turned his head with great effort to look for it. He saw the Wuwu machine not far away.

"Call the Wuwu machine switchboard in the fairyland. It's urgent."

Zhuo Bai's voice was hoarse, and occasionally a lot of sand and stones were sprayed out, but he had no time to care

about it. At this moment, time is very important to him.

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