Darkness, boundless darkness!

It was already pitch black in the eyes of the wasteland, and the wasteland was lying quietly in the ice cellar.

"Is this what it feels like before death?"

So cold!

At this time, there was only the last trace of residual thought in the mind of the wasteland, and the residual thought seemed so fragile that perhaps a breeze could extinguish it.

Wasteland had been trying to grasp something with both hands, but his body had frozen.

The wasteland was very unwilling, he wanted to yell, he wanted to fight wildly, but he seemed so helpless.

Despair!

All of this had rushed into the wasteland's mind, and the wasteland was scared at this time, really scared.

His life had just begun, how could he die so young.

As if countless centuries had passed, the wasteland had been struggling, but it still had no effect, and eventually all the consciousness of the wasteland was devoured.

At this moment, the heart of the wasteland has stopped.

There is no life in him!

At this time, the 'Yuan Spirit' in the wasteland dantian was still floating in it, but gradually the fist-sized 'Yuan Spirit' was already visible to the naked eye, and the speed was constantly decreasing.

And in the center of the 'Yuan Ling' package, a small wooden bud continued to bloom with golden light, and the three small protrusions above the wooden bud were slowly growing.

At this time, countless points of light emanated from the wood buds, and those points of light seemed to have some kind of consciousness, and they suddenly continued to spread to the surrounding body of the wasteland.

The heart of the wasteland was also surrounded by those points of light, and I saw that those points of light actually took the initiative to merge into the heart.

Not only that, but all kinds of organs and cells in the wasteland were fused with countless points of light.

And the whole body of the wasteland was shrouded in that brilliant golden light.

I still can't feel the passage of time, it seems like a moment, and it seems like the end of the world.

The most obvious thing is that the various cells in the wasteland began to slowly become active, and his cold heart began to warm up, and slowly, began to exude vitality again.

The thick layer of ice on the surface of the wasteland was also melting at this time, and the first thing I saw was his pale face, then his body, his hands, and his feet.

No more cold winds, no more bone-chilling pain.

At this time, the wasteland lay quietly, in an unknown space. There is also no time, no space, and no sun and moon.

The consciousness of the wasteland was already blurred, and he lay there motionless, sleeping so quietly and sweetly.

I don't know how long it took, but the right index finger of the wasteland moved slightly, and then the eyes of the wasteland were about to open slowly.

"Who am I, where am I" Subconsciously, the vague consciousness of the wasteland began to struggle again.

The moor tried to open his eyes, but the eyelids were as heavy as chains and sealed the moor.

However, in the palm of the wasteland's right hand, a wooden bud floated in the air and slowly bloomed. It was as if the wood bud had been summoned subconsciously.

Bursts of light emanated from the wooden buds, and the space suddenly became bright.

I saw that the wood bud slowly rose, and it was out of the palm of the wasteland.

Eventually, the buds floated to the very top of the sky, shining like a sun on the entire space.

The wasteland seemed to be bathed in the warm sunshine, and the whole body was very comfortable.

At this time, the wasteland is no longer just the index finger of his right hand can be moved, his hands are liberated.

Subconsciously, the wasteland slowly clenched his fists.

Very slowly, the movement of each finger seems to have gone through the baptism of years, washing.

Eventually, however, the wasteland's fists clenched slightly.

At this moment, the power in the wasteland body seemed to be summoned, and the power of the limbs and waist instantly gathered. An invisible force suddenly enveloped the wasteland's fists.

Not only that, but the deep power also slowly gathered away, and the flesh, spinal cord, qi and blood turned into silk threads and slowly extended to the fist of the wasteland.

However, what was even more unexpected was that there was also a trace of power in the wasteland's mind converging towards his fists.

Incredible!

Is it faith? or mental power?

Elusive!

With the convergence of the strength of the whole body, the fists of the wasteland seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, which was very transparent.

Power materialization!

Real substantiation!

In the past, no matter how hard the wasteland tried to transform its power, it only seemed to be materialized, but this time it was a real qualitative change.

The metamorphosis of power!

However, at this time, the wasteland consciousness was still in a blur, and this powerful power was obviously not felt by him.

"Pounding!"

And as time passed, the heart in the wasteland finally fully radiated vitality and began to beat again.

As the heart beats, blood circulates rapidly throughout the body and spreads throughout the body.

The wasteland's face began to slowly turn rosy, and his body continued to turn bloody.

Life is so amazing!

The mystery of the human body is even more magical!

Amazing!

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled" Subconsciously, the wasteland was constantly screaming, roaring heartbreakingly.

Rumble!

Rumble!

At this time, the power above the two fists of the wasteland suddenly exploded, directly blasting two large holes in this space.

So powerful!

Terrifying!

And this space seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the two fists of the wasteland, and suddenly became fragmented.

What greeted me was a gray sky, and if you looked closely, the trees around it towered into the sky.

In the end, it turned out to be back in the dense forest.

At this time, in the dense forest, the wasteland was lying quietly on the ground, and beside him, Lin Chip was also lying on the ground, not knowing life and death.

After countless struggles, the consciousness of the wasteland finally slowly returned.

I saw that the wasteland suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of golden light in those eyes.

The wasteland felt like a dream, and everything in that dream kept flashing through his mind.

Very surprised!

The moor sat up slowly, and at this point he looked blankly ahead, apparently not coming back to his senses.

The wasteland kept slapping his head with both hands, and he felt as if his head was going to explode.

It's not a painful feeling.

There was a kind of dizziness, as if my mind was filled with something.

It's messy!

The feeling of the wasteland is simply indescribable.

The wasteland finally came back to his senses, only to see him start to shake the forest chips beside him constantly.

"Wake up, wake up" The wasteland punched Lin Chip's face with a bruised nose and swollen face.

However, at this time, Lin Chip still had no reaction.

Syllable!

I saw that the wasteland slapped Lin Chip in the face. A blood-red slap print suddenly burst half of Lin Chip's face.

"Pain, pain, pain" Lin Chip reacted at this time, and at this time, his hands kept supporting his face, feeling hot.

"Didn't you say okay, don't push so hard" Lin Chip opened his eyes, sat up as well, and looked at the wasteland with a complaining face.

"Aren't you in a fantasy world, if it doesn't hurt you, how can you wake up" The wasteland looked indifferent, anyway, the fight had already been fought.

"Who said I was in a fantasy world, when I saw you faint, I knocked myself unconscious, and then I was woken up by you" Lin Chip said helplessly.

"I..." The wasteland was speechless.

That's fine, too!

It works too!

The wasteland wants to shout in his heart, it's really unfair to step on the horse. I almost hung up. It took a lot of time to wake up.

However, Lin Chip on the side was sitting there pitifully, making the wasteland difficult to attack.

"Let's find a way to get out first" Lin Chip watched the cold light of the wasteland sweep towards him from time to time, which suddenly made him panic. So Lin Chip immediately changed the topic.

"Do you think this is the real dense forest" Hearing this, the wasteland immediately became serious and asked Lin Chip.

"What do you mean" Lin Chip began to feel that he didn't understand again.

"Maybe from the moment we stepped into Wushi Ridge, what we saw and heard was not real," Wasteland thought for a moment and then said.

"None of them are real?" Lin Chip began to wonder again.

But everything seems so real.

What they saw, heard, and felt, every conversation, and look on them was so real.

But now what the wasteland says is all false.

Lin Chip's brain suddenly became a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

"There are no birds and beasts, no insects, and no wind. I can't feel the breath of life, I can't feel the passage of time."

"According to our estimates, we have been in for most of the day, but the sun in the sky has always been high above us"

"That means either it's all an illusion, or..."

At this point, the wasteland said this, and suddenly stopped, his face very solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

"What is it?" Lin Chip asked eagerly on the side.

"Nothing has begun!" said the wasteland solemnly.

"What do you mean" Lin Chip hurriedly asked.

"We're probably standing where we are, and everything that's going on here is just a few snippets of what we're heading for," said the moor.

"If that's the case, maybe everything will be easier," Wasteland continued, a small smile on his lips.

"Lin Chou, you stand out a bit" The wasteland said to Lin Chou.

"Oh" Seeing this, Lin Chip hurriedly retreated.

He saw the wasteland standing quietly, his whole body relaxed, and the wasteland was looking for a feeling, a feeling of great power in a dream.

The way to charge!

Countless points of light in the body continued to converge on the fists of the wasteland, slowly, slowly. Apparently the wasteland was very calm at the moment.

I saw that the fists of the wasteland were wrapped in an inexplicable force, which I couldn't really see, but I could feel it completely.

Quietly, the wasteland seems to feel a breeze blowing, so refreshing.

The power on the wasteland's fists was still converging, and it had begun to slowly transform into substance, and a transparent film enveloped his fists.

Flowing water!

Everything seemed so natural.

Powerful feeling!

The wasteland felt stronger than ever, his fists shattering the void.