Chapter 279 Lin Du Cannot Lose
In the far north, there is ice and snow all year round, and cold waves are even more frequent in winter. Blizzards are frequent, the sky is dark as if it is the end of the world, and there is only endless snow in front of you.
Chu Guanmeng looked at Lin Du, who had long since turned into an ice and snow sculpture even without the blizzard, with a strange worry in his eyes.
Three years have passed, and it is almost unable to feel the spiritual contract in its consciousness. The connection is very weak, so weak that it is like a little light in the abyss. When a person is on the top of the mountain and looks down, the light is particularly distant and insignificant.
Chu Guanmeng knew from the beginning that Lin Du would be a strong person, and she would try her best to find the last way out even if she was pushed to the limit.
But she is not a real strong person yet.
Weakness will be swallowed up.
Chu Guanmeng was thinking half-happy and half-confused, if Lin Du was gone, should it swallow the Snow Spirit into its stomach first, or leave Lin Du's body, bury it and only eat the Snow Spirit's power?
Anyway, it is free now.
Chu Guanmeng thought while carefully lighting a circle of fire around Lin Du.
The power of ice and snow is not so easy to dissolve, but it is a cold moon spirit.
The moon spirit has two phases, extremely cold and extremely hot.
It can probably deal with the power of ice and snow, at least... it won't let a living person get hypothermia due to the torture of the power of ice and snow.
It seems that humans... need a little warmth, right?
There was a little confusion in the rabbit's red eyes, it probably remembered correctly.
The wind and snow were strong, like the howling of ghosts. In such a snowy night that was so heavy that the sky and earth were bent, the thick snow suddenly broke out against the overwhelming snow and snow, and a piece of ice and snow rose up.
A man in a thin jade-colored monk's robe fell to the ground, and the chains on his body clanged. In the blizzard that could make the snow beast curl up and bend, he walked very steadily. Even though the monk's robe was blown against his skin and blocked his steps, there seemed to be no sense of stagnation.
Wei Zhi turned around where he was buried and confirmed that the defense formation was still there.
Lin Du's formation ability was too outstanding, so outstanding that even a three-year blizzard could not break it.
Before she closed herself in seclusion, she also set up a defensive formation for the place where he imprisoned himself.
Lin Du was a strange person. He seemed to have a strong rejection and guilt towards compliments and kindness from others. If he accepted kindness, he would try his best to repay it in other ways, even if others didn't know. Wei Zhi
didn't destroy it. He walked around the formation, trying to find the direction of Lin Du.
He couldn't find it.
But Lin Du's condition at that time couldn't have walked too far back to the sect. He was almost stiff.
And he could clearly feel Lin Du's breath in the past two years.
Wei Zhi fell into deep thought. If he didn't send Lin Du back alive, would Lin Tuan chop him to death?
He sensed the blizzard again, just to come out to confirm Lin Du's survival. Now it seems a bit difficult.
Some people are alive, but they are dead, and some people are dead, but they are still alive. [Note 1]
Lin Du is now far from life, but not far from death.
The refining method requires a little bit of silkworm food essence, and the ice and snow power in the body is transformed into spiritual power, and finally gathered into the body, and continuously compressed with special operation, becoming an existence close to the ice and snow power, thus reaching the state of pseudo-spirit - the real spirit of heaven and earth, absorbing the spiritual power in the earth, but using the power of the original spirit of the origin.
This is almost impossible for the common cognition of modern people.
Even those who have the original inner elixir of these spirits of heaven and earth find it difficult to achieve this kind of reversal that cannot be successfully achieved without a spirit.
Lin Du was very cold and in pain now. Everything went smoothly in the first two years, except that her meridians were swollen and almost broken. She got used to it, but then she ate the core of her origin, and the malice of the previous Snow Spirit was released. It was cold and ruthless, but pure, and invaded her consciousness all the way.
It made her have a near-death delirium.
She remembered a lot. When she was young, she had frostbite on her hands in winter. At first, it was swollen, painful and itchy, and then it developed ulcers with pus inside. In the end, her fingers slowly suffocated, like a dried corpse, purple-black, like a balloon with folds punctured and soft, abnormally becoming skinny and thin, but strangely soft.
Lin Du felt that her whole body might be like that finger, swelling a little bit first, then edema, and finally drooping, becoming a piece of rotten skin with no substance.
It was really unsightly.
She seemed to be really dying.
Her hypothermic body suddenly felt a faint source of scorching heat, and an inexplicable smell of burning came from the tip of her nose.
Lin Du was startled, she didn't want to die.
Whether it was in her last life, this life, or maybe many more lives, she didn't want to die.
She wanted to live.
The world might be cruel and hopeless to people, but when it really comes to the end, people's instinctive fear is death, not life.
Reality is full of scars, despair, and countless tragic things, but she has clearly earned a way out. Why does she want to die?
She has to live, like a gambler who has made a desperate bet, throwing away huge sums of money and flesh and blood on the gambling table of life again and again, all her assets and even overdrawn future mortgage everything, to gamble on a thorny road that can be regarded as a way of life.
Everything has been bet, so the gambler cannot lose.
Lin Du cannot lose.
In her consciousness, there is a revolving lantern, the past life is empty and desolate, as short as a slide show, but the scenes of this world seem to be endless.
It turns out that just twelve years are so long.
Ni Jinxuan’s orange candy, the burnt cake that Xia Tian brought out effortlessly, Mo Lin’s hand pretending to casually place the hard dish in front of her, the little man emerging from the book given by the eldest senior sister, the dazed back of her master standing in the study, thinking hard about her short fate, the rebellious stickman in the painting of the seventh senior sister with a look of disgust on her face, the secret hill picked up by the second senior brother, the firm blow of the third senior brother in front of all the disciples, the curled corners of the fifth senior brother’s mouth under his beard and the countless prescriptions piled up, the small stove that the sixth senior brother carried her to the foot of the mountain to light... the
lights of the human world in the Supreme Sect at night, the dots of warm light, the hazy mountain fog in the daytime, the sun shining on the golden mountain...
She really wants to live.
Lin Du's consciousness fluctuated violently, breaking through the black fog of deathly delirium. The raging sea of consciousness overwhelmed Xue Ling's final malice and shattered those negative whispers.
In the Dantian, the compressed and transformed spiritual power finally turned into a powerful force close to the origin of ice and snow, and then wrapped around the core origin with a cold ice-blue light, and began the final swallowing and dissolution.
Lin Du sensed the strong pressure that was about to open, and thought of her precarious heart. She hurriedly took out the deep sea true spirit, forced it into her body, and used spiritual power to guide it all the way into her heart.
Almost in an instant, the exhausted and tired heart was wrapped up by the ball with a firm glow, and an unprecedented vitality continuously poured into her heart.
At the same time, the last of the power of ice and snow wrapped around the original talent and rushed out of her Dantian, poured into her Zhongmai, and then spread to the rest of the meridians. The heart veins steadily bore the flood-like impact.
Lin Du guided her again and again, and after getting familiar with it, she began to slowly accept the original talent of the Snow Spirit.
Where she didn't notice, Chu Guanmeng secretly used the extremely cold power of the moon to smooth out the scorched corners of her robe, pretending that nothing had happened to erase the traces of it setting fire to people.
It's all because the robe is useless! It's definitely not the problem of the extremely hot power of the cold moon spirit!
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Note 1: It is adapted from Zang Kejia's "Some People", but it is not the original meaning.