A moan, like a cry, strange and miserable, like a ghost who has been wronged, so unwilling to sound in a small space with a strong light like the sun.

It is a small room with a space of only six square meters, measuring three meters long and about two meters wide.

The ceiling is inlaid with three rows of fifteen bright spotlights, surrounded by bright mirrors, and the floor is made of iron panels.

At this time, the strong lights on the roof of the shed are all turned on, and the bursting and intense lights are unscrupulously illuminated on the surrounding mirrors, thus reflecting in the entire small space in a zigzag manner, and the temperature is extremely dry and fanatical.

On the iron plate on the ground, the dried blood stains were like grinning faces, black, purple, and grinning ugly, and the strong light on the roof seemed to laugh at the strong light.

The source of the moaning came from a curled human body on the ground, and the so-called human body was embodied in the exposed skin.

I saw the human body curling and moaning, and the slightest sound kept coming from his head.

The body twitched and twitched, like a fresh fish that fell to the ground, helpless and desperate.

The convulsions became more and more frequent, but the moans became weaker and weaker.

Anyone who knows a little about medicine knows that this person's vitality is constantly passing, and his physical strength is gradually weakening, and when the convulsions reach the maximum and fastest moment, his physical strength will be instantly exhausted, and it is also the end of this person's life.

As if to verify this statement, in the fastest convulsion, the man's throat made a "gurgling" sound, like a rooster with a broken neck, the last crowing before it died.

With this last moan, the curled body opened violently, and at the moment of opening, the person's white eyes rolled up in horror, and finally made a "whew", and there was no sound anymore.

It could be a second, it could be a moment.

Suddenly, time stands still and space is distorted.

The originally stuffy and narrow space seemed to be filled with a lump of ice containing infinite coldness, and the original high temperature of more than 60 degrees dropped suddenly.

The distorted light and the faint rising fog represent the collision of two huge differences in temperature, hot and cold.

The distorted light drove the violent fluctuations of the small space, and with a muffled "poof", a black hole the size of a volleyball suddenly appeared in this small space.

Then, in this black hole, a pale white gas villain "walked" out, with a dazed look on his lifelike little face.

It was only a moment of dazedness, and the shining eyes suddenly found the human body on the ground, and the joy of life after death made its small mouth grin, and the strange atomized body paused slightly, and a swooping action was as fast as lightning to drill into the mouth of the person lying on his back.

The moment it entered the mouth, the black hole disappeared, the cold temperature disappeared, and the entire small space instantly returned to the original sultry environment, as if the temperature change and the black hole generation had never appeared.

I saw a human body lying on the ground, a long moan, and then a pair of godless eyes slowly opened. Although there was a strong light from above, there was no trace of discomfort in his eyes that were as black as crystal.

"Where is this? Where am I? Didn't I get killed by a dozen masters? How did I get here?"

A trace of confusion and questions poured into this dead and resurrected mind like a tide.

One by one, the pictures are constantly torn apart in my mind, and they are constantly being aggregated, torn apart, aggregated, aggregated, torn apart, over and over again, and bring countless inhuman pains.

His mouth opened and closed to make a sound, but the pain in his head made it impossible for his voice to utter a single shout.

At this time, he realized that the pain is not the most painful when you shout, but it reaches its highest point when you want to make a sound but can't.

Over and over again, he was almost crazy from the pain, and if his dagger was by his side at this time, he would definitely use his own weapon to deal with himself.

That's right, this person who came back from the dead is Zhao Dabao, a celestial star immortal cultivator.

In fact, there is no mistake in saying that he is Zhao Dabao, and now this person's mind is completely the original memory of the immortal cultivator Zhao Dabao.

But there is one point, this body is not Zhao Dabao's original body, but a body that has just died, but for some reason, some kind of chance, Zhao Dabao's consciousness or spiritual power that has not disappeared is attached to this person who has just died.

What is this? Resurrection from the dead? Ghost upper body? No one can explain it, not even the "resurrected" Zhao Dabao.

After experiencing countless inhuman tortures, Zhao Dabao finally woke up completely, and as he woke up, those pains slowly disappeared.

At this time, Zhao Dabao can be regarded as a complete "resurrection".

Blinking his eyes, although the light of the strong light is extremely dazzling, it has no effect on Zhao Dabao, but the dry and hot air makes him extremely uncomfortable.

After carefully observing the layout of this small space, I immediately learned that the heat came from fifteen strong lights overhead.

Taking a deep breath, the internal strength of the Nine Turns Xuangong turned, and Zhao Dabao stepped forward to fly, wanting to smash the strong light above his head in one fell swoop.

The situation of turning around at will did not appear, and he, Zhao Dabao, was still lying quietly on the high-temperature iron plate, like a salted fish about to be roasted, helpless.

As soon as his internal strength was lost, Zhao Dabao's head "boomed", his eyes were black, and his heart trembled. For cultivators, they are not afraid of blood or pain, but what they are most afraid of is the loss of their internal strength and the inability to cast spells, then life is better than death.

Taking a deep breath, he comforted himself and said, "Don't panic, don't panic, it may be that he was too seriously injured when he was ambushed, which led to the loss of internal strength." ”

Thinking of the injury, Zhao Dabao's head shook from side to side, hey, what's the matter? The scars on the original body that were deep and visible were completely gone, and all that was left was some bruises that were blue and red.

After a little observation, it was found that these scars were only flesh wounds from hands and feet hitting each other.

Just as Zhao Dabao was thinking, bursts of thoughts hit him like a tide hitting the shore, and scenes flashed in front of him like a movie screen.

After a long time, Zhao Dabao slowly calmed down, lying quietly on the iron plate, and he couldn't even feel the scorching temperature on the iron plate.

Zhao Dabao's heart at this time can be said to be stormy and turbulent, overturning rivers and seas, and now he knows that he is no longer the original him.

It can be said that the current Zhao Dabao is a recombination of his original spiritual power and an unfamiliar body, fortunately, the name of this unfamiliar body is also Zhao Dabao.

Although the strange Zhao Dabao has died, his original thoughts, the resurrected Zhao Dabao, have been inherited through the brain cells that have not yet died.

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