Stepping into the mood again, Shui Ling'er will no longer be as crooked as last time. He looked back, and at some point a multicolored door appeared behind him. The door was delicate and small, just separating the dragon tooth mirror from his own state of mind.

When he drifted into his state of mind, the door closed silently. The bell instantly seemed to have been shut out, and although it was still coming intermittently, the distance from him was getting farther and farther away, and it could no longer constitute a lethal force.

"Where did this multicolored door come from? It looks like a door, but it looks more like an enchantment set up by an immortal. Since the dragon tooth mirror is a thing of the demon clan, how can there be an immortal enchantment in it?"

He guessed in astonishment, but could not guess why, and the time was pressing, so he put aside the matter of the door for the time being, and continued to look for the shoreless lake.

After drifting for another distance, he curiously surveyed the scenery in front of him.

Compared to the situation I saw when I first entered the country, although there was still fog around me, it had faded a lot, and only a thin layer remained. In the mist, he could see that he was sitting over a deserted wilderness.

In addition to the weakening of the fog, there is also a spring ticking in the ears, and the rhythm is like music. The ticking sound came from nowhere, but with an ethereal echo, it set off the wilderness even more deadly.

He looked down at him, and through the mist, he could clearly see that the heart lake had appeared, but he still couldn't see the shore.

This time, the calm surface of the lake was embedded in the wilderness in a very incongruous manner, and the vast expanse of blood-colored red earth on the edge of the lake stretched infinitely into the distance until it met with the gray and black sky, outlining an endless desolation.

In his last practice, with the help of the Ethereal Monk, he had learned to maintain balance in his state of mind. This time, there was no wind blowing in the wilderness, indicating that his cultivation had reached a higher level. However, this search for spring water seemed to be a new test, and Zeng Shizu did not appear again at this time, and he had to face it alone.

"The music of the spring in the wilderness must be a hint to me. If the music comes from somewhere in this endless red earth, do I have to step out of the lake of my heart to find it, and since the lake has no shore, how can I cross it?"

Now he was embarrassed, moving left and right on the surface of the lake, but he never saw a breakthrough.

"Perhaps, I was wrong?" a flash of inspiration flashed to him.

"If, according to what my ancestor said, the shore of the lake is the edge of my heart, how can I lightly detach myself from my heart? It is no accident that the red soil appears in my heart, the soil can absorb water, maybe the spring water is hidden under the lake, if the lake water can be absorbed by the red earth, will the spring appear?"

After making this inference, he shook his head again and again, denying himself: "This is the only way I can think of to find a spring." But even if I wanted to, how could I do it? Let such a large piece of land absorb such a large area of lake water, I'm afraid I don't have the ability......

"Shui Ling'er, whether you can do it or not depends on how much you believe in yourself, not how capable you are. A voice, with a big tongue, suddenly came from mid-air, startling him.

"Great Master!" he cried out as if he had been saved, but he did not see the drunken short and fat figure, and when he had said this, the ethereal monk was silent, and there was only the ticking of spring water in the wilderness.

"Whether I can do it or not depends on my confidence in myself?" he patted his head, suddenly brightened, and said with a fist in the air: "Thank you for the reminder, Ling'er understands!"

Looking at the shoreless lake in the wilderness again, he focused his attention entirely on the surface of the lake, repeating four words in his heart: "Lake! hidden! spring!"

It didn't take long for a miracle to happen, and a funnel-shaped depression appeared in the middle of the shoreless lake. The water makes a "bang-la-la" sound, loud enough to drown the ticking sound, indicating that the lake is flowing into the funnel depression.

"I've succeeded! The lake is hidden in the red earth!" he shouted happily in his heart, who knew that at this moment, the true qi that he had finally collected in the dantian dispersed at once, causing the lake that had been flowing to the depression to begin to retreat again.

Cold sweat broke out on the corner of Shui Ling'er's forehead, and she didn't dare to act rashly, so she sat down honestly again, and simply didn't look at the lake and the land, but closed her eyes, and imagined a small white spot in her mind with her mind, and then imagined that the lake was being pushed to a white point. Slowly, the white dots became real, the colors deepened, and the depression in the center of the shoreless lake beneath him widened.

After a long time, the sound of the lake suddenly stopped, and the ticking of the spring resounded ethereally. The white spots in his head had turned black, and he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. (To be continued.) )