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Chapter 453: The Edge of Collapse
The vortex collapsed and expanded to a size of about three feet in a short period of time. The depth of the vortex was unknown, and the rumbling sound was very frightening. The nearby water surface stirred up thin mist, and even the spiritual energy in the sky was affected.

Suddenly blowing up the wind, shaking the trees on the island, whirling branches and leaves.

The waterbirds flew in fright, uttered bursts of chirping, and flew to the farthest island to settle down.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the water surface was slowly falling. Using the nearby islands as a reference, the wet prints faded down one by one. It was very obvious that he was floating in the air with a motionless expression. Why did Shui Jingmei make such a big noise? ?

The huge noise caused by the vortex in the water quickly attracted the attention of the spirits in the distant yellow sand underground.

Groups of yellow sand and mist rushed to the edge of the water, climbed into the air to observe the Taoist priest and the weirdness of the water surface, they dare not get too close to the Taoist priest, that is not a good temper, they draw their swords at each other if they disagree with each other, and they are very murderous. Not willing to provoke now.

Of course, let them catch the opportunity, they have to attack in groups and smash the stinky Taoist priest into thousands of pieces.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced around with indifferent eyes, and all the buzzing noises fell silent.

Continue to stare at the black vortex below, and in about a word, the entire water area drops five feet. If it falls with this momentum, it will take two hours for the water area to completely bottom out.

He was thinking whether Shui Jingmei was practicing kung fu or what?

Decided to wait another half an hour, the water level dropped to about six feet, if Shui Jingmei didn't show up again, he would greet her with the sword in his hand.

"May I ask... what's the situation at the bottom of the water? It's not a leak in the pond, is it?"

From the southeast came a feeble inquiry from a world spirit.

The question is absurd and whimsical.

Based on various signs, they calculated that the waters should be able to last for about five years. How could there be such a change in advance?They want to grab the chance of life before the collapse of the blessed land, but they are not ready yet.

Of course, if the situation is critical, they don't care about any preparations, and they have to fight hard if they rush into battle.

This was also the first time that a world spirit spoke so politely.

Zhang Wenfeng replied indifferently and concisely: "I don't know!"

Knowing that, he would not tell the other party, and once again warned with his eyes, whoever dares to make trouble, be careful he draws his sword and kills anyone.

He can despise the eleven clusters of yellow sand and mist surrounding him with a big stab, and don't take them seriously, all because of the deterrent effect he has drawn his sword again and again, fighting life and death.

You can't talk politely with those cheap skins.

In the mist of yellow sand, Jie Ling was so angry that he didn't dare to express his obvious dissatisfaction.

They communicated with each other to discuss countermeasures, and strange things beyond their control appeared in the blessed land, which made them feel an unprecedented crisis.

Before their souls were forcibly extracted to suppress the nodes here, each of them had a fourth-order cultivation base, each with their own wisdom and insights. Unfortunately, as time went by, they experienced the ebb and flow of spiritual energy again and again, and their original souls, talents, memories, etc. were wiped out There is not much left, and violence breeds, turning into such a monster who is neither human nor ghost, almost acting on instinct.

There was nothing to come out of the discussion, so they could only wait helplessly on the edge.

You can't beat it again and again, and you can't beat anyone fiercely.

There is no good way except to wait for them. After all, we must see the results, otherwise how can we feel at ease?

The long wait seemed to be very tormenting. Some world spirits couldn't suppress their violent emotions, so they hurriedly left this place and ran to the yellow sandy land in the distance to set off the sky full of sand fog and sand dunes. They didn't dare to provoke the Taoist priests to draw their swords. After venting, they ran back and continued to wait. .

Zhang Wenfeng has been paying attention to the drop of the water level all the time. Seeing that for about half an hour, the fresh sand prints exposed on the island are more than five feet high. He feels that the mouth of the vortex is slowly converging, and the speed of the drop of the water level is slowing down. He feels a little relieved tone.

Unless it was a last resort, he was unwilling to draw his sword against the water spirit charm lurking under the whirlpool.

It was a matter of his life whether he could go out, so he had to be cautious.

The world spirits who waited eagerly also discovered the new situation of the vortex, and there was another buzzing sound. If there were no Taoist priests who shocked the audience, they would have used their own methods to test the weirdness below the vortex.

They struggled to consume, and were able to break into the water and vitality.

Even if you don't stay for long, it's okay to take a shot or two.

Under the eyes of everyone, the vortex shrinks to the size of Zhang Xu, and a slowly rising emerald water column gushes out from the bottom, splashing emerald green beads, in which sits cross-legged a seven or eight-year-old young novice monk wearing a gray monk robe.

The little monk held a bowl in his left hand, and there seemed to be water flowing in it. He quickly got up, and bowed to the Taoist priest in the air with one hand on his chest: "Little monk Xuanxiu, thank you Taoist priest for protecting the Dharma!"

Zhang Wenfeng had already retreated tens of feet away, level with the water column about five feet above the water surface, and bowed his hands in return: "It's a small effort, but it's worthless. Zhang Wenfeng has met Master Xuanxiu."

He also didn't expect that the water spirit would turn into a little novice monk when he transformed into a human form.

It was really beyond his expectation, the little monk still had a little bit of water spirit charm that could not be subdued, and he would not admit it wrong.

Then he thought of Monk Fayuan, that monk could know the opening time of the entrance and exit of Bishuitang Blessed Land, probably because he found the secret from the temple's books, knew that there was such a little Xuanxiu monk hidden under the water here, and deliberately said it as a chance, which attracted him to come forward. Come.

The little monk Xuanxiu saluted to the world spirits hidden in the mist of yellow sand looking around, and said in his mouth: "Thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony, please go back!"

He was very polite, if it wasn't for the third-order aura emanating from his body that couldn't be completely subdued, he would be like a little monk who is harmless to humans and animals and ignorant of worldly affairs.

The world spirits were relieved, it wasn't that the pond was leaking, the imminent crisis was resolved, and they dispersed in a mess.

They are too lazy to be polite with the little monk.

To make them wait in fear for half an hour, not to speak ill of each other, is already looking at the Taoist priest's face.

Zhang Wenfeng observed the young monk who suddenly appeared, he would not be fooled by his appearance.

Guessing that the other party is an old senior from more than [-] years ago, at least a monk with a cultivation level of [-]th rank or above, he knew that he could not survive the ebb and flow of spiritual energy, and he was unwilling to take risks on Duxian Island or Dengtianxian Road, so he ran into the blessed land of Bishuitang to hide. stand up.

Some kind of reincarnation-like secret technique was used, attached to the spirit of the water, awakened by his scriptures, similar to the "awakening spirit" of the reincarnation of a god, and then melted the soul of the spirit of the water, and merged into one.

This also explains why Shui Jingmei was able to advance to the third-order transformation in just a few years.

As for whether it is accurate or not, it is estimated that it is not bad, and he will not pry into other people's privacy, so he said softly:
"Master Xuanxiu, Mr. Zhang is abrupt, and I want to ask you a question."

"Zhang Daochang, please tell me."

The little monk smiled innocently, and was able to come back to life. Although the current situation is very difficult, and the blessed land is on the verge of collapse, he is in a very good mood, and everything he sees feels good.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't go around the bush, and asked straight to the point, "Master Xuanxiu, you know the current situation of Bishuitang Blessed Land, can we get out of trouble? Please tell me the truth."

He kept a close eye on the little monk's every move in order to judge the authenticity of the little monk's words.

It was a matter of life and death, no matter how calm and pure his state of mind had been honed, it was still fluctuating at this time, and his mood was unstable.

The little monk smiled and said: "There is a way to get out of trouble."

Zhang Wenfeng's tense heartstrings immediately relaxed, there is a way, he smiled, and when he looked at the little monk, he only felt that his features were beautiful, no matter how he looked, he was pleasing to the eye.

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(End of this chapter)