Chapter 133 Not the Same as Immortals
The patterns on the lamp body shine, flowing in circles like a revolving lantern, and the flame ignites spontaneously, swaying and dancing at the mouth of the lamp, which is indescribably weird and enchanting, just like a seductive woman made of flame twisting her body and dancing an enchanting dance.
Zhou Wen's eyes were attracted by the enchanting flame, as if the flame was the most beautiful woman in the world, which made people fall in love with it and unable to take their eyes off the flame.
Zhou Wen was extremely resolute. Feeling something was wrong, he forced himself to look away from the flame.
But when his eyes moved away from the flame, he was attracted by the flickering and flowing patterns on the copper lamp. It was then that Zhou Wen suddenly discovered that those patterns were not simple patterns, but a kind of ancient characters. The mysterious power contained in those characters was countless times stronger than the flame, which made Zhou Wen involuntarily attracted to them.
"How could this happen!" Zhou Wen's left hand fingers suddenly moved on their own, dancing unconsciously like playing the piano, but his consciousness did not make his fingers move at all.
Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of his other hand also started moving.
Soon, not only his fingers, but Zhou Wen's whole body began to move uncontrollably. This movement was not irregular, and Zhou Wen found that his body was dancing.
Zhou Wen had never been exposed to dance and had no interest in it. He would not even watch dance shows. But at this moment, he was like a professional dancer. His body seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of some music, performing all kinds of movements that he had never thought of before.
Moreover, his dance moves looked like women's dance moves, very charming, light and elegant.
But when it was performed by a grown man, it looked very funny. If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dancing this way here, he would probably laugh to the ground.
Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was no use. He switched several Qi techniques in succession, but none of them worked. His body twisted more and more violently, and he made many movements similar to winking.
Soon Zhou Wen discovered that his movements were exactly the same as the beating of the lantern flame, as if he was a puppet controlled by the lantern flame.
"Damn... What the hell is this thing..." Zhou Wen felt like he was going crazy.
As Zhou Wen's dance became faster and faster, the Mixian Sutra that was originally running automatically slowed down. As the Mixian Sutra slowed down, Zhou Wen's body also gradually slowed down.
When the Mixian Sutra completely stopped working, Zhou Wen's body also completely stopped twisting.
But the next second, the vital energy in his body was flowing wildly, but it was no longer the route of the Mixian Sutra, but another kind of vital energy technique that Zhou Wen had never practiced before.
"Is the pattern on the oil lamp also a kind of Qi technique?" Zhou Wen was surprised, but also a little happy.
This kind of Qi Jue was very strange, and different from any Qi Jue Zhou Wen had encountered before. It seemed to have countless strange changes, sometimes light and graceful, sometimes as fast as a rainstorm, making Zhou Wen have the urge to dance through the air.
Time passed minute by minute, and when Zhou Wen regained control of himself, his body had already mastered that kind of Qi Jue.
The oil lamp that was originally floating in the air suddenly lost its brilliance and fell to the ground, returning to its original shabby appearance.
Zhou Wenzhen wanted to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. The Yuan Qi Jue he had just practiced disappeared in an instant, and the Mi Xian Jing started to work again.
But this time, the circulation was different from any previous time. The vital energy spread throughout the body, circulating like blood.
boom!
Zhou Wen only felt a buzzing in his brain, and a voice kept echoing.
"If gods go against me, I will kill them... If immortals go against me, I will kill them... I will not speak to gods... I will not be the same as immortals... I am just who I am..." The voice was wanton and crazy, but it also had a kind of magic that made people tremble with fear, and it made people's blood boil. It seemed that something was surging in their hearts, and they wished they could poke a hole in the sky.
Zhou Wen was not unfamiliar with this voice. During the countless nights when he practiced the Mixian Sutra, this voice had been whispering in his ears. However, before, he could not hear clearly what the voice was saying.
Today he finally heard clearly what that voice was. It was a woman's voice, but it had a breathtaking aura, as if all creatures in the heavens and the world were crawling at her feet.
Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, a picture involuntarily emerged in his mind. Countless gods and Buddhas were prostrating themselves on the ground, worshiping a woman, as if they were on a pilgrimage.
Unfortunately, this was just Zhou Wen's own imagination. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly. He only felt that her temperament was unparalleled. She seemed to be high and mighty, but not as holy as immortals or Buddhas. She had a murderous aura.
The voice in my head became weaker and weaker, and seemed to be about to collapse. In the end, it was almost inaudible.
Zhou Wen vaguely heard a sentence at the end that seemed to be slightly different from the previous repeated sentences: "Revisit... the day... the immortal died... ..."
But at the end the voice was so quiet that it was about to fade away, and I couldn't hear the complete sentence at all.
boom!
The Mi Xian Jing running in his body seemed to explode, and all the cells in his body seemed to bloom at the same time, causing Zhou Wen to wonder if his body had exploded on its own.
Falling... falling...
Zhou Wen felt as if his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea, constantly descending and sinking, until his consciousness was completely submerged in darkness.
Ever since practicing the Mixian Sutra, Zhou Wen hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.
Every time he fell asleep, no matter when or where, there would be a voice whispering in his ear, like the Buddha chanting, or the devil's temptation.
Coupled with the suffocating experience of sleep paralysis, if it were someone else, they would have gone crazy long ago.
Zhou Wen plays games desperately every day, of course, in order to improve his strength, but he also wants to avoid sleep.
Until today, the feeling of being haunted by evil spirits finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen slept very soundly and soundly, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him happier than a good night's sleep.
Zhou Wen woke up and stretched. He felt so comfortable that he almost moaned. It seemed that every cell in his body was cheering with comfort.
Zhou Wen pressed his palm on the bed, trying to sit up, but as soon as he pressed, his body bounced up and his head hit the ceiling. Half of his head was embedded in the ceiling made of steel bars and concrete, and he was hanging on the ceiling like that.
(End of this chapter)
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