But the most important thing now is how she can get out of this strange cemetery.
Shen Sui decided to look for clues while thinking.
Shen Sui saw many dead animals along the way. She checked them all and found that they all died of poisoning.
This cause of death seems particularly strange in a place like this.
The wooden plaques on every grave here seem to have her name written on them, which is a bit unbelievable. If there was only one grave, it could be understood that they hated her, but with so many graves, it seems like they are performing some kind of ritual?
etc.
ceremony?
Chen Sui was stunned by his own thoughts, and then subconsciously looked around the graves to see if there were any utensils similar to those used in rituals, but it was obvious that there were none, only graves.
But Chen Sui's intuition told him that some kind of ritual was probably going on here.
Outrageous, yet reasonable, what's going on?
Shen Sui took a deep breath. She felt that her mind was a little confused at the moment, so she slowly took out a detoxification pill from the mustard bracelet, then put it into her mouth and chewed it slowly.
The sweet fruity taste lingered on her tongue, slowly soothing Shen Sui's tense emotions and nerves.
After Shen Xinglan returned from the secret realm, he listened to her suggestions and improved the taste of some pills. When she swallowed the chewed pills, she couldn't help but sigh that Shen Xinglan was truly a genius.
It’s so delicious, I’ll make another batch next time.
After calming down a little, Shen Sui suddenly had some thoughts. Why should she be so obsessed with it?
Although no one knew where the magic sword had gone, it was not the only one she had. Shen Sui silently took out her wooden sword from the mustard bracelet.
If she really had to name the first sword that held a lot of her emotions, it would be this wooden sword. She relied on this wooden sword to fly the sword for seven or eight hundred rounds in the training ground of Xuantian Sect... right?
Anyway, it should be about seven or eight hundred times.
She would never admit that she had fallen a thousand times, absolutely not.
Chen Sui closed her eyes and began to chant to herself. She was a little nervous and a little expectant. Flying with an ordinary wooden sword was a course that could prove her basic strength. However, her spiritual power was a little more than that of an ordinary cultivator, so she could not always control the strength.
Unexpectedly, this time it went so smoothly.
When Shen Sui opened her eyes, she was surprised to see that she was already in mid-air. She quickly lowered her head to look.
As expected, these graves formed a very strange pattern, and were even all gathered together. It felt like there was an invisible circle outside these graves, a bit like confinement?
Shen Sui didn't recognize it, so she could only remember the pattern.
Maybe it will come in handy, or maybe she will soon find out what the pattern means.
Shen Sui thought to herself, and then she couldn't help but look at the darkness that even the fluorescent light didn't illuminate. That was the darkness outside the invisible circle.
Perhaps it was due to some strange coincidence, but after Chen Sui fell to the ground again, he quickly dusted himself off, then ran to the edge of the cemetery with Xiao Eleven in his arms.
After running for a while, Shen Sui regretfully discovered that he could not reach the edge of the cemetery.
This is strange. The edge of the cemetery looks only a few steps away, but she can't get there no matter how few steps she takes.
Could it be that there is some kind of formation drawn in this cemetery, or some magic weapon buried, trapping people here and preventing them from leaving?
Chen Sui agreed with this, but when he looked around, there was nothing but grave soil.
So, now... is she going to dig up her own grave?
Chen Sui's face was a little stiff. She had never thought in her past life or this life that one day she would actually stick up her own grave. If she told others about this, everyone would call her crazy.
But it turns out that if you stick out one, you're very resistant, but if you stick out ten, you're going to fight to the point of flying.
After reaching the back, Chen Sui simply used his spiritual power to lift up the grave soil. The grave soil in front of him flew up into the air. Chen Sui did not see any remains in the grave soil, but he found a lot of magic weapons of various shapes.
Many magic weapons were covered with a layer of dust, as if they had been buried for a long time. However, just by feeling the aura on them, Chen Sui could be very sure that these magic weapons came from different cultivators, and the strength of these cultivators was very strong.
None of these things belong to her, so why should we erect a tombstone for her?
Suddenly, Shen Sui had an idea and looked intently at a certain place where grave soil was flying. After looking for a while, she lowered her eyes and looked at Xiao Shiyi who had woken up for some reason. Then Shen Sui whispered, "Is it there?"
Xiao Eleven felt a slightly warm sensation on her palm, as if to confirm.
Chen Sui waved his hand, and the flying grave soil returned to its original position. The cemetery was quiet, as if the noise before was an illusion. Then Chen Sui carried Xiao Eleven in his arms and walked towards that place.
It can be said that this is the most remote place in the cemetery, because there is no other grave next to this grave, and the other graves are all far away, as if they are afraid of something.
Chen Sui stared at the tombstone on this grave. Unlike other graves, this one had her name clearly written on it. Moreover, when she used her spiritual power to lift the soil of the grave before, the grave did not move at all.
Chen Sui squatted down, and Xiao Eleven slowly floated out from her palm, then stuck to the tombstone and made a gibberish sound, as if he was very happy, but also seemed very sad?
Chen Sui didn't know why these two completely different antonyms were used on Xiao Eleven at this moment, but she reached out and gently pressed the area on her heart.
It was her heart that told her that it was this kind of happy and sad emotion.
Chen Sui stared at the grave inexplicably, then suddenly said, "This is my grave, right?"
Little Eleven remained motionless on the tombstone, but Chen Sui knew that it had accepted it.
It's not as unbelievable as I imagined, but I have a strange feeling, an indescribable feeling about the thought that this is my grave.
However, Shen Sui was a little confused. Why could she feel Xiao Eleven's emotions?
She clearly couldn't feel anything at all before, but in this strange cemetery, she could clearly feel Xiao Eleven's emotions, and Xiao Eleven's sword body never appeared from beginning to end.
But Chen Sui knew that it was the divine sword that belonged only to him.
It's... just for myself.
Chen Sui slowly opened her eyes. She knew that other divine swords had many masters. After all, in the endless life of the sword spirit, there must be many monks who were in tune with its mind.
But just now, she was extremely sure that she was the only one who could master Xiao Eleven's sword.
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