You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 361 The Regret of the Left Arm

Changqing continued to move forward. He had already made his choice, whether it was voluntary or forced, and there was no turning back.

"In this case, we should move forward..."

No longer looking at the wide road behind him, Changqing continued to move forward in the mud, and his steps were even faster.

Outside, Jiao Cang looked at Chang Qing who had slept for three months and felt that something was wrong.

Under the Dharma Eye, Changqing seemed to be not quite right. The golden light on his left arm was very bright, but it was clearly separated from his main body and had not entered his torso at all.

Such a strange situation made Jiao Cang unpredictable.

"What should I do?" Jiao Cang scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.

In the end, Jiao Cang had no choice but to wait and see what happened. He hung the painting brought by Li Yushu on the head of Changqing's bed, hoping that the wonderful music in the painting could help Changqing wake up.

In his dream, as his mind became firmer, Changqing's steps became faster and faster, almost turning into a phantom.

But this muddy and boundless road seems endless, and one can only feel despair at a glance.

Even though he was determined, Chang Qing felt a little dejected. He didn't know how long he had been walking or how many years he had experienced. It seemed as if this journey had fallen into a cycle that would never end.

The fire in Changqing's consciousness is constantly fading. Even though it still seems strong now, it will eventually go out.

After a long time, the fire in his heart began to flutter and gradually became unstable, but Changqing did not stop.

There is no time in the mountains, and there is no year in the cold weather.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed in the outside world, but Changqing still has no intention of waking up.

Changqing's strange behavior naturally attracted Shuai Dashu and Xuan Qing. They came over to investigate, and their eyes became increasingly worried. They could not even detect where Changqing's sea of ​​consciousness was. His consciousness seemed to be lost between heaven and earth.

The two of them had no other options, they could only hope that this was Changqing's destiny...

Changqing only felt that the time he had stayed here could no longer be measured in years.

His mind was completely numb, and his body was moving forward purely on instinct, like a machine that knew no fatigue.

As for the fire in the heart, it had long since been reduced to a tiny glimmer, and was not far from being extinguished.

On the same day, Changqing miraculously stopped walking, as if he had a last breath. At this moment, Changqing's flesh and blood were extremely shriveled, his eye sockets were sunken, his bones were protruding, and he looked extremely hideous, just a skeleton covered with skin and bones.

Sitting cross-legged in the mud, his eyes slightly closed, but with a hint of smile on his lips, he did not look forward nor backward. He finally realized that he was still in the same place and everything was done deliberately.

"You don't acknowledge my strength, nor do you acknowledge my bloodline. You want to use this method to trap me to death. Once I die, do you think you can leave?"

As the murmurs sounded, Changqing finally saw through the essence of the dream. His deep eyes looked into the void, as if he could see the outside world.

"I never thought that the arm still had a trace of consciousness. It seems that I underestimated this arm~"

Changqing's voice echoed, but it seemed like he was just talking to himself, and no one responded.

"You are a test to me, and to you, I am also a test." Chang Qing was not discouraged and continued to speak.

Still no one.

"Is it an illusion?" Chang Qing sighed, closed his eyes and said no more.

Everything fell into a long silence.

The withered figure sat there for a long time, until his clothes were completely rotten, his vitality gradually faded, and then his skin and flesh withered and rotted, and finally only a pile of bones remained.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years later, the mist around the skeleton began to slowly surge, and finally condensed into an illusory human figure next to the dry bones.

The figure looked exactly like Changqing, with thick black eyeliner contrasting with the golden pupils, making him look mysterious and evil. However, his gaze was still arrogant as he looked at Changqing, who had turned into dry bones.

"He is just a mortal after all, and he can't last long. I thought he was lying to me before, but he still died~" This consciousness was the one that was born from that arm.

"That's good. I can take this opportunity to seize his body. Although it is a mortal body, his spiritual roots are really a treasure. Thank you very much for this."

Qiwu Changqing flicked the skull, making a few muffled clang sounds, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"You're welcome. Instead, I should thank you~" A resounding voice echoed all around.

"Who!" Qiwu Changqing turned around quickly and looked at the skeleton in horror.

"Didn't we just meet?" There was a hint of frivolity in his words, as if he was making a joke.

The mist Changqing immediately turned around and looked at the person he had thought was dead.

The pair of dark eyes in the rotten remains were now looking at him. For some reason, he could actually see a hint of a smile in them. It was so terrifying that it gave him the creeps.

"You are not dead, how is that possible?!" 'Changqing' looked at the skeleton in surprise.

"You don't seem as smart as I thought."

The skeleton stood up with a crackling sound.

Chang Qing's expression changed, and he shouted coldly: "What do you mean?!"

"You can't even understand what it means literally. That means you're stupid!" The skeleton shook his head and spoke with a strong sense of disdain.

"You are still stubborn even when death is imminent! I'm afraid there is only a trace of your consciousness left in these bones now. Do you think I dare not kill you?" said the mist 'Changqing'.

“Oh? Then why don’t you try it?” The skeleton seemed to be mocking.

"You!..." Qiwu Changqing hesitated to speak, looking a little dejected.

"How did you find out?"

"Really want to know? I'm lying to you, but your appearance now confirms my guess. You don't have any real power, and even this place was only built with some unorthodox methods~"

The skeleton taunted. In fact, if the mist really wanted to kill him, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until now? Changqing was too lazy to explain the reason. He preferred to see the mist being deflated.

"So what? As long as I want, I will eventually kill your consciousness here, and then this body will still belong to me!"

At this moment, the mist 'Changqing' is still extremely arrogant.

"Really? Too bad you've already lost~" The Skeleton shook his head.

"Tsk~ Everyone can brag, but you are just a skeleton? I'm afraid that the little consciousness you have left is already not clear, and you are talking nonsense~"

Changqing said with a disdainful curl of his head that he just thought it was the skeleton's last glimmer of life.

"You trapped my consciousness here. You could have ignored me and let me die here, but you failed because of your arrogance. Your arrogance made you think that I was just an ordinary person and couldn't hold on for so long. So, you were careless. When you showed up, you were doomed to fail~"

The skeleton spoke slowly.

"Big talk? I'm afraid your spirit can only go this far. Failure? With your current state? It seems that you have been crazy for such a long time!" Changqing shrugged and laughed.

The skeleton was somewhat amused:

"Haha, it seems that calling you arrogant just now was a compliment to you. You are really just stupid. It seems that I had too high expectations of you."