This was a huge semi-circular cave, located right in front of Yang Yang. It was slightly inclined downward, and only the entrance of the cave was slightly lit up. It was pitch-black further in. Yang Yang stood about five to six feet away from the cave entrance. He could feel the cold wind blowing out of the cave and brushing his face. It was bone-chilling. At the same time, there was a faint rustling sound, like a low growl, like a ghost crying, like a wail, making one's heart go numb.
Yang Yang looked at the semi-circular hole a few more times. Seeing that the spirit beast White Earth had already gone in, he had a worried look on his face."Since we're here, let's just go in!”
Yang Yang followed the spirit beast White Earth into the cave. He felt a chill run down his spine. It was so cold that not only his body, but even his soul felt cold. It was as if he was going to die in the next moment.
However, Yang Yang did not feel afraid at all. He only felt a fatigue that he had never felt before. He did not even have the strength to open his eyes. Strangely, when his body was extremely tired and weak, his consciousness gradually blurred.
There seemed to be something surrounding him in the cave. It was very gentle and careful, but it was cold and clear. It slowly sucked the heat from his body, and at the same time, it brought with it a strange and comfortable feeling. He could not help but want to sleep comfortably like this.
Yang Yang tried his best to open his eyes in his sleepiness, but he slowly closed his eyes weakly!
In the darkness of the cave, a beam of light shot out!
Legend had it that this was the first beam of light in the world, and it was born in the Crescent Moon Cave.
In the endless and boundless darkness, only in front of Yang Yang's eyes, a little light quietly lit up. It was a warm, white light. It floated in the darkness and wrapped around Yang Yang like the gentlest woman holding her beloved lover and lingering with him.
It was like a puff of smoke, carrying some ethereal air. In the air, beside Yang Yang, it gradually transformed into a beautiful and familiar face. It was sexy, gentle, quiet, and willing to risk his life. Yang Yang felt a heartache and kissed his lips!
That kiss carried a faint fragrance, a hint of familiarity, and only coldness!
Yang Yang suddenly realized that this was a matter of life and death. He did not dare to be negligent. He quickly guarded his mind and the purple qi on his body broke out to fight against this sleepiness.
Yang Yang appeared to be half-asleep. He could feel the things around him clearly, but his mind was filled with illusions of familiar images and sounds. The muscle tension in his body was reduced to the lowest, and he fell to the ground with his head facing the sky. He wanted to speak, but he could not make a sound. He was extremely nervous, as if he was haunted by a nightmare.
This was a type of "ghost pressure" in the human world.
Heaven and earth created things. Humans had birth, aging, illness, and death. After death, only the soul would not be destroyed. When one's life ended, the soul would leave the body and go to the netherworld for reincarnation.
However, in the world, there were souls who died unjustly. Because of resentment, they could not resolve the resentment in their hearts. They died in the world and returned to the past. They could not be reborn. This was the "ghost soul".
Ghost spirits were Yin spirits, so they naturally liked to stay in damp and dark places. This Crescent Moon Cave was dark and humid, and could never see the sun. It was reasonable for such ghosts to exist.
However, Yang Yang was a Purple Soul that had transformed into a human, so he had the intention to resist the ghosts in this world. Many ghosts were a little afraid, so they did not dare to directly absorb Yang Yang's True Qi and lingered around him for a long time.
The white light was like a puff of smoke, drifting and changing, transforming into countless faces, male and female, old and young, beautiful and ugly. However, at this moment, there was only one feeling in Yang Yang's heart: Icy cold.
The spirit beast White Earth looked at the spirits and Yang Yang expressionlessly. When it left, it mumbled,""Whether you live or die depends on your luck!”He turned around and walked into the depths of the cave.
Yang Yang dreamed of his grandmother, who was kind and harmonious. He dreamed that Winnie risked her life to save him. He dreamed of Duanmu Aoxue, Li Siyan, and the Snake Girl Bai Su. Seven Sect Martial Competition, enemy Blue Mountain…
The purple light on his body gradually weakened. Seeing that there was an opportunity to take advantage of, the ghosts revealed greedy gazes and approached Yang Yang.
For my family, for my lover, I can't go on like this, I can't…
"Ah…"
His cry only traveled far in the darkness. In the surrounding darkness, his voice seemed light. After a long time, there was a faint echo. As he shouted, something seemed to have startled him. In the darkness around him, his eyes lit up silently.
Yang Yang only felt his heart skip a beat, and then it was as if the heart in his chest had resumed its beating. He took a deep breath and watched as the ghosts emitted a faint white light and disappeared in the darkness ahead.
Then, his left side lit up, his right side lit up, his front lit up, and his back lit up. He even looked up and saw that the top of his head lit up. Even the black stone in the entire cave was lit up by the white light.
Yang Yang secretly sighed. He felt that the things in this world were like a dream that had passed in the blink of an eye.
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The hole was really deep. Yang Yang felt that he had been walking down for more than five hundred steps, but he did not find anything. The ground was a little soft.
Yang Yang immediately stopped. The White Dragon Flute in his hand gradually lit up, echoing the light in the cave. Everyone held their breaths and listened quietly.
This was an unfathomable cave. Light shot out in all directions, and it was impossible to see anything beyond 100 feet. He was shocked to hear countless black objects flying over from the distance of the cave, blocking the light. It was almost impossible to see what they were. The rustling sound was produced by the friction of these black objects.
In the darkness, they seemed to feel uneasy when they were illuminated by the white light. They jumped around randomly. Some used their claws to climb on the rocks to move over, while others simply grabbed onto their own kind. The terrifying fangs in the darkness were terrifying.
Bats! The bats that were the size of a palm moved, flew, and moved towards Yang Yang.
The bats seemed to be endless, and more and more of them appeared. They had sharp teeth and were murmuring as they whistled in front of Yang Yang. If he wasn't a cultivator with a firm mind, an ordinary person would have gone crazy.
Yang Yang only felt a foul smell filling the surroundings in the blink of an eye. Yang Yang was shocked and his face was pale. As he spoke, he held the White Dragon Flute tightly. A white dragon appeared and circled around his chest.
Each of these bats had their mouths wide open. They were covered in black, and their mouths were scarlet red. They were ferocious and terrifying.
The White Dragon Flute emitted a pale white light. A white dragon flew up and charged at all the bats. All the bats collided with the transformed white dragon and fell to the ground. Their black bodies made a sizzling sound and fell to the ground after a moment. They struggled endlessly and it seemed that they could not live anymore.
However, there were simply too many bats. Even the light in the cave was blocked. There were probably millions of them. The ones that died on the ground were probably less than one-millionth of them. However, countless bats charged forward, not afraid of colliding with the illusory white dragon. Their terrifying bloody mouths and the stench were almost nauseating.
After all, it was an illusion formed by true energy. Under the attacks of countless ferocious beasts, it actually showed signs of weakening. The light circle on the white dragon's body began to thin. In a short while, as the bat corpses piled higher and higher, the white dragon began to disappear.
Yang Yang's mind was shaken. He had never seen such a ferocious creature in his life. He was nervous and afraid. Panting heavily, he withdrew his gaze from the bats and looked at the dead bats on the ground from the corner of his eye.
"Squeak squeak…"
Suddenly, all the bats flapped their wings and flew up. Yang Yang looked at them and heaved a sigh of relief."It wasn't easy to scare these…"
Before he could finish his words, he could not continue. Countless bats flew to a high place and suddenly turned around. One by one, they rushed down towards him like hail. Some of the bigger ones felt that the smaller ones were too much of a hindrance, so they simply opened their mouths and bared their fangs to bite them to death before continuing to rush towards Yang Yang.
The scene was filled with blood, and the stench of blood hit their faces. Countless terrifying blood flowers flashed in the night and fell to the ground. However, the bats that followed seemed to be indifferent to the death of their own kind and still rushed towards Yang Yang. Yang Yang's face was pale. He looked at the rarely seen savage creature in the world and turned to run.
Yang Yang suddenly realized that the clothes on his back were drenched in cold sweat. It wasn't fatigue, nor was it fear. It was the fatigue of loneliness!
Suddenly, Yang Yang stopped in his tracks. He remembered the habits of bats. He picked up the White Dragon Xiao, put it to his mouth, and blew it. It was a poem by the Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji:
Ancient rivers and mountains,
No hero is found,
Sun Zhongmou was stationed there.
Dancing and singing,
The wind is always covered,
The rain and wind blew away.
In the setting sun the grass and trees,
The common lane,
the way of the people says that a slave once lived.
Thinking back to those years,
Golden spears and iron horses
It was like a tiger swallowing thousands of miles.
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Yang Yang had used his zhenqi to play the flute. This beast had no eyes and no nose. It could only fly with sound. When the flute was played, these evil beasts were like blind people. They ran into walls everywhere and could no longer find Yang Yang's position. They began to kill each other!
This terrifying scene lasted for an unknown period of time. When the bat corpses outside the circle of light were piled up to the height of a person, the remaining bats finally stopped their ferocious attacks. At this moment, Yang Yang finally stopped playing his flute and sat down, panting heavily...
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The crescent moon spring was lit up by a blazing fire. The three women were waiting for their lovers, but they didn't see them return. The moths were the only light in the dark night. Even though they were burned by the fire, they still refused to leave.
Li Siyan had already fallen asleep on Duanmu Aoxue's shoulder…
Duanmu Aoxue held the immortal sword as if he was thinking about something…
However, Snake Girl Bai Su was holding a wooden stick in her hand. Occasionally, she would stir up the fire and quietly stare blankly…
The two wild beasts didn't dare to close their eyes. Although they weren't restrained at all, they didn't dare to leave. They didn't dare to be angry, dissatisfied, or slack off. They were afraid that the abnormally beautiful woman would swallow them. They stared at the swaying snake tail in fear.
This continued until dawn.
When the first ray of sunlight shone from the sky, it was as if there was a call in the dark. The birds in the forest opened their sleepy eyes and circled in the air for a moment. They came quickly and left even faster. In a short while, they landed in different places and began to wake up and sing.
The two wild beasts had long relaxed and had fallen asleep sweetly. However, after a while, they would suddenly open their eyes and look at the three women with fear in their eyes. Since the three women had already fallen asleep, they would rest assured and sleep soundly again.
At this time, Yang Yang was also sleeping tiredly. Occasionally, he would call out a vague name with a sweet smile on his lips, indicating that he was having a good dream, but he did not notice that some sparse voices were approaching him...
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