After Gao Dashuai went out, Yichen was the only one left in the room, and the door was hidden and not closed.

Yichen leaned on the bed, dazed and drowsy.

Boom~~

There was a muffled sound, and the door swayed a few times, unable to withstand the excessive vibration, and fell with a squeak.

The old patriarch led seven gray-haired, older-looking clansmen into the room.

"While he's asleep, let's do it quickly, preferably not letting him find out. The old patriarch said softly.

"Old Patriarch, we ...... Do you have to do this?"

"yes, isn't there any other way?"

"We're nothing, it's just you, old patriarch...... Have you decided?"

"Shut up!" the old patriarch stopped talking.

Under the command of the old patriarch, eight people divided into eight directions and surrounded Yichen in the center.

The old patriarch had words in his mouth, and he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and soon the whole room was shielded.

A wave of sleepiness hit, Yichen tried hard to open his eyes, but was blocked by heavy eyelids, his mind gradually blurred, and he couldn't even expand his thoughts, and soon he fell asleep.

Yichen seemed to be in the middle of a desert, with no life, no food, no water, and was full of devastation, and all he saw was the violent wind and sand, the scorching sun, and the hot air, which was suffocating.

Isolated and helpless, aimless, the cocoon stands and walks, and Yichen feels extremely desolate.

He didn't know when or why he had come to such a desolate desert.

The sand on the ground was scorching hot under the scorching sun, and the whole body was softened, and the sweat had already dried up.

The surface of the body is covered with a layer of small white grains, which are the salt that flows out of the sweat, which is precipitated from the body and dehydrated, turning into crystals that sparkle like sparkles.

Dryness causes itching of the skin, and when you scratch it with your hand, the crystals rub against the surface of the skin, forming patches of erythema.

Under the erosion of salt, the erythema began to ache, and when I scratched it again, it was a bloodstain.

The mouth is dry, even a drop of water is good, but even the air is so dry that it is choking, how can there be water?

Yichen's lips were already foaming, and what came out of his throat was a hot and rough breath. Be the first to update

This kind of torment has gone through more than an hour, and Yichen feels that he has been tortured for a lifetime.

Although there was no sword slashing and slashing, and there was no super strong person to confine, thirst had already absorbed all the water in Yichen's body.

Even the blood in the veins became extremely viscous at the moment.

And being in the wilderness, boundless, no one will help even if you shout, not to mention that Yichen's voice can't shout.

Fortunately, the sky finally darkened, and the wind in the air gradually became softer and cooler, dissipating the heat in the body, and people were much more relaxed.

At night, the wind still blows incessantly, slowly ceasing to be soft, and changing from cool to cold.

Before Yichen could recover for a while, the cold wind was like a knife, not only stabbing his already chapped face fiercely, but also ruthlessly squeezing the only bit of heat left in his body. More and faster chapters are here.

The instantaneous alternation of hot and cold, the change of cold and heat, made Yichen be exposed to the scorching sun, and then experienced the devastation of the bitter wind.

After a while, Yichen's body became cold and stiff, his limbs were numb, and his mind was swollen.

However, the ordeal did not end, as a white light flashed in the distance, and the dark night sky instantly brightened as day, and the entire sky was torn in half, and then the rumbling thunder came, deafening, and the earth trembled.

After the thunder and lightning, there was a mixture of wind and rain, and the rain poured down like a downpour.

The desert, which was originally hot and dry, made a gurgling sound as soon as it touched the raindrops, and set off a puff of smoke on the ground.

Yichen's body is strictly short of water, and at this moment he is greedily absorbing the rain given by God to replenish the energy consumption that his body can no longer support.

It rained heavily for several hours, and the desert was already well hydrated under the continuous infiltration of rainwater, and the excess rain quickly accumulated, slowly overflowing Yichen's ankles and knees, and now reaching his chest.

After several hours of watering and soaking, from extreme lack of water to strict excess, Yichen experienced the test of ice and fire, and his body began to swell, his legs were swollen, his chest was swollen, and his eyes were full of gold.

The cultivation of a strong man and the strong spiritual willpower are all nonsense, and Yichen has no power that can be controlled at all.

He was exhausted, his whole body was about to fall apart, and although he could barely support himself, he could no longer withstand any toss.

However, when he was extremely weak, a piercing white light, like a snake, writhed and swayed from the distant sky, but it struck him quickly and accurately.

Although it still has the feathers of the lightning protection one-legged falcon, it seems to be useless, and this sharp lightning is still useless, and it smashes firmly on Yichen's body.

From the edge of the sky to the ground, the dust in the water was connected by a white beam, and the thunder and lightning did not flash in a flash, but continued to hit his body without interruption.

First of all, the eyes saw a flame, a light blue flame, with the body as the core, spreading to the surrounding water, instantly forming a sea of fire, the fire was gorgeous and miserable. More and faster chapters are here.

Then there is a burnt smell in the nose, and then the smell of barbecue comes from the smell, which is very tempting for the hungry Yichen.

But he no longer has a trace of appetite, because he knows very well that the smell of meat comes from his body.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a tearing sound in my ears, the screeching sound of the cloth tearing, and the terrifying sound of ** cracking, followed by the click of broken bones, crisp and terrifying.

Then there was a heart-rending pain in his heart, which he couldn't bear but had to endure it forcibly, because he couldn't do it even if he wanted to be unconscious, so he could only grit his teeth and stand up.

The monstrous coercion is still raging mercilessly, devouring, as if it wants to destroy it.

Yichen watched quietly, smelled, listened, and felt, tearing at the indescribable pain, his body was not under his control at all, but the pain was clear and intense. More and faster chapters are here.

And the light blue fire in front of him gradually turned red, which was dyed red by Yichen's blood, and a large area of water, first light blue, then red and blue, and then turned bright red.

Under the light of the white lightning that tore through the sky, the red on the water surface was so shocking, and after the continuous washing of the rain, the bright red finally slowly faded, leaving a touch of pale red blood on the water surface.

It was a signal that the blood in Yichen's body was about to run out, and the blood flowed like an injection for a long time, making him almost exhaust the last trace of strength, and his entire body began to flow with the buoyancy of the cold rain.

Stormy, lonely and helpless, hot and cold, like the end of the world coming, stimulating Yichen's nerves.

Hunger, pain, lightning strikes, tearing, bursting...... The ** that destroyed Yichen together, in fact, he clearly knew that the so-called ** could no longer be called**.

The skin had long since been torn apart, the muscles were torn off piece by piece, suspended in the water, even the bones were broken inch by inch, and the internal organs soaked in the water were torn apart and shattered by the water.

Yichen didn't know if this '**' or not belonged to him, although he endured boundless torture and witnessed the separation of flesh and bone of various parts of his body, he was not crushed and still lived tenaciously.

In fact, when people are in extreme pain, death has become a luxury, even a kind of happiness.

What is more uncomfortable than death is that you can't stop the pain, you can't even be paralyzed, you have to face the experience that is more painful than Ling Chi, and there is no possibility of escape. More and faster chapters are here.

In this situation that is worse than death, Yichen still insists.

I don't know when, the wind and rain stopped, the thunder and lightning quietly withdrew, the water level on the ground gradually decreased, and the scattered fuss dust could no longer feel the existence of the body, as if only one soul was wandering around.

On a battlefield, humans and countless strange-looking objects are really fighting fiercely.

The scene was extremely tragic, with mountains of bones and rivers of blood, and many stumps still mechanically repeating an attack until they fell.

Yichen's soul was violently stirring, as if he should also be fighting here, but he couldn't see his comrades-in-arms and brothers.

There is a certain factor involved in the battlefield in fate, which prompts Yichen to search hard.

This kind of scene seems to be related to himself, but he can't find any clues in his memory.

Slowly, the brutal fight touched Yichen a little.

A sense of sacred mission arose, and Yichen was eager to integrate himself into the battlefield.

He firmly believes that he will definitely appear on the battlefield and become the final victor, the master of this place and the whole world.

At this moment, Yichen's soul suddenly became clear......

When Yichen woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, which was still the residence of the humanoids, and the room that Gao Dashuai had sent him into.

"Brother Yichen, you finally woke up...... Thank God!" The old patriarch's weak voice came into Yichen's ears.

"Old patriarch, what's going on?...... How could you be?"

Yichen got up, and found that there were seven white-haired old men around him, curled up quietly on the ground, their bodies dry and without a trace of blood.

The old patriarch on the opposite side was sitting, but his appearance was like two people compared to before.

The original gray hair has all turned silver at this moment, the eyes are sunken, the gaze is dim, and the body is bent, as if it has been drained of life, but the face is full of excitement.

"Old patriarch, they need to rest, and they can't answer now. ”

Gao Dashuai led a group of clansmen to come in from outside the door, and while he instructed the clansmen to carry the old patriarch and the other seven old men out, he told Sù Yichen.

"Boss, are you okay, see if you can move on your body, but I'm in a hurry. ”

Erlong, who looked anxious, hurriedly rushed into the room, grabbed Yichen's hands, and spoke in a hurried tone.

"What the hell is going on?" Yichen asked suspiciously.

Hey~~

Yichen moved casually and found that his body was completely unbroken.

There is not even the slightest discomfort.

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