Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Tang Yu kept flying towards the front.

However, the surrounding scenery has not changed in the slightest.

There is no light, no mountains and rivers, and even more terrifying is that there is no time.

He stopped.

If he were in the depths of his own soul, everything he did was in vain.

But how can we break free?

Suddenly Tang Yu thought of the so-called vegetative people in his previous life.

Their consciousness is also trapped in the depths of their own souls.

But they can feel it, and sometimes they can even hear the outside world.

Therefore, some vegetative people may cry miraculously when they seem to be unconscious.

This is the external call, which is sensed by them, which triggers the instinctive reaction of the body.

For his own consciousness, he suddenly fell into the depths of his soul.

Tang Yu seemed to understand.

At that time, Dadao had already begun to work, blending into his own soul.

His own consciousness instinctively escaped from this and fell into the depths of the soul.

How can we get out of the spirit?

He even called out a few avenues.

However, there was no response.

This is enough to prove that this is definitely in the depths of his soul.

Because he is connected with Dadao Spirit, but it is also different.

After all, it's not the original one.

So what he fell into was his own soul, not the soul of Dao?

If you can't get out here, will you be completely replaced by the avenue?

Also, even if you can go out, how can you fight against the Dao with the only remaining faint spirits?

I don't know if his body is completely controlled by Dao Dao.

And Xiao Ling, I don't know how she is.

Then Tang Yu thought of the spell cast by the old mother Lishan at that time. He wanted to forcefully enter the holy, and eventually had to put himself into a deep sleep.

At that time, her consciousness should also be trapped in the depths of the soul.

Tang Yu naturally studied that spell.

It was even remembered by him.

It's just that this is equivalent to a suicide spell.

Now that he is trapped in the depths of the soul, if he is casting that spell?

After thinking about it, Tang Yu still gave up the idea of ​​dying.

Because he was afraid that his meaning would disappear completely.

outside world.

Tang Yu's body was still floating in the chaos unconsciously.

Xiao Ling lay on his chest.

The broken tentacles on his head are growing little by little.

Even the injury completely recovered unknowingly.

She opened her eyes blankly.

The small body jumped up from Tang Yu's chest, and looked at the surroundings warily.

She finally realized that she was going to fight the demon.

He glanced around, and then fell on Tang Yu's body.

"dad."

Xiao Ling screamed loudly.

However, Tang Yu remained motionless.

It's like a dead person.

He couldn't feel the breath that seemed to him, and there was no slightest fluctuation in mana.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? You will wake up soon."

Xiao Ling's eyes moistened and shouted, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Vaguely, Tang Yu seemed to hear something.

He looked for the source of the sound blankly.

Such a voice seemed to him like the ray of light in the darkness of eternal silence.

It's Xiaoling.

It was Xiao Ling's voice, she was calling herself choked.

Tang Yu carefully looked for the source of the sound.

However, to no avail.

It seemed that the voices of the little spirits were all around, and it was impossible to completely distinguish from which direction it came from.

"The sky."

"Land image."

"Portrait."

"Three elephants in one."

Tang Yu cast his spells time and time again, trying to break himself.

But it didn't work at all.

This is the depths of his soul.

Can't break open at all.

Even he doubted whether the spell he was casting was cast in his own conscious imagination.

If so, then everything is said to be the same.

Tang Yu did not give up and used his mana again and again.

In the end, a weak, wry smile appeared on his face.

I can hear the voice of the outside world, calling.

He could not respond.

Maybe this is the pain of those legendary vegetative people.

Tang Yu wanted to laugh a little.

He was about to break through the last step and become a saint on the road.

Turned out to be a vegetable.

Through Xiao Ling's voice, Tang Yu vaguely understood.

The outside self seems to be still asleep, which also shows that Dadao does not completely occupy itself.

What happened between the woman that Xiao Ling turned into and Dadao?

But now is not the time to think about these.

After pondering for a moment, Tang Yu walked forward.

That's right.

Just go.

The footsteps echoed gently.

Keep walking.

The calling voice continued.

But at this moment Tang Yu's heart suddenly calmed down.

Walk forward step by step.

This is the simplest power.

The most persistent force.

Keep walking, move forward, this is forward, this is growth.

This is also his way.

The distance is infinite, and there is no end.

Don't know where to go.

I don't know how long it will take.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you keep walking, there will be an end in the distant road.

Within chaos.

The figure of Lishan's mother was startled.

Because she felt the breath of Xiaoling.

The figure flashed and appeared beside Xiao Ling Dejin'er.

Just seeing Xiao Ling crying bitterly, and the sleeping figure, she couldn't help but stunned.

She naturally felt that at this moment, Tang Sanzang's entire spirit had fallen into a state of deep sleep.

"Sister Lishan."

Xiao Ling choked up and said, "Quickly, save your dad. What's wrong with him?"

Several figures flickered.

Ling Xue, Monkey King and others appeared.

Tang Yu heard many, many voices.

Their voices echoed in their ears.

But he couldn't respond, and couldn't confirm where their voice came from.

It seemed that their voices echoed in the depths of the soul.

Tang Yu kept walking and walked forward.

The footsteps echoed.

Life is so lonely.

You and I are lonely walking.

What is needed and looking for may be just another sound of footsteps.

Two people walked side by side.

From then on, life no longer feels lonely, one person has the voice of another person in his footsteps.

Tang Yu laughed suddenly.

He has gone through the past, through the time, and through all of it.

There seem to be countless figures, coming from the years.

Tang Yu was different at that time.

All Tang Yu, all the things he did, good and bad, right and wrong.

Intertwined into the present Tang Yu.

In the blur, he seemed to see a faint light flickering before his eyes.

Tang Yu's excited chaos was trembling.

He ran forward quickly.

It was the light, the shining light in the endless darkness, so dazzling and dazzling.

With the constant approach, Tang Yu finally saw clearly.

That is a soul body.

The light shone from him.

What exactly is going on?

How could there be this soul body, indulging in the depths of one's own soul?

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