was speechless all night, and Jiang Nanjun was so tired that he didn't dream.

Jiang Nanyan in "The Secret Chronicles of Shenwu", in addition to forgetting to write about the starry sky and the bright moon, when the early morning came, it seemed that he also missed the book "The Rising Sun".

Seeing the sky in the east, it was already the morning light, but the smiling face of the sun was still not visible.

Jiang Nanjun didn't sleep for long, but it was enough, and when he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed.

As soon as he opened his eyelids, his mind began to spin rapidly, and he suddenly returned to the state before falling asleep.

"I want to ...... heaven Song to the sky? Smiling to the sky? Crying to the sky? No, not at all! ”

He sighed softly, sat up from the leaf bed, stretched his arms, and stretched. In "Shenwu Secret Chronicles", a new day begins.

Nono's leg, which was still slightly sore, was about to climb down the tree.

As soon as he was about to use his limbs to descend, he stopped again, as if he realized something, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and suddenly became sharp, and his gaze was like two sword lights, cast into the sky.

"Since the fourth word is 'heaven', the fifth word must be related to 'heaven'. Heaven is above, why should I fall back to the earth? Great-grandfather is meticulous in thinking, and all the settings are interlocking and seamless, but why do you leave the shortcomings to the sky? ”

He stared at the blank sky and continued to reason: "No matter day or night, there are no stars, no moon, no sun, and no clouds in the sky. As the so-called divine light of the sun and the sun and the moon are missing, there is no brilliance, so how can there be hope? ”

Thinking of this, he no longer looked at the sky, but closed his eyes and meditated, using his mind to conjure up a round of red sun in his mind, connecting with the gray sky outside him, and then letting the red sun gradually reveal a faint light.

After communicating with the virtual realm in meditation for a long time, he raised the corners of his lips, smiled again, and read out a five-character poem word by word: "I-desire-to-heaven-pray-"

As soon as the word "prayer" came out, the banyan forest under him was no longer quiet, and the fifth banyan fruit flew from a distance without hesitation in the "whoosh" sound of the leaves, and drilled into his palm, without waiting for him to break, consciously split into two pieces to the left and right, and then the golden word "prayer" also flew into his eyebrows.

The cross trick, the five characters have appeared, but Jiang Nanjun still does not dare to relax.

He believed that no matter how Jiang Nanyan thought backwards, he would not hide all ten words in this wood, so he wanted to leave the tree quickly and go elsewhere to find the second half of the sentence "I want to pray to heaven".

But before he could get up, the calm that had been quiet was broken, and the banyan forest suddenly shook violently, as if in an instant thousands of troops were about to destroy it together.

This sudden change frightened Jiang Nanjun not to act rashly, so he had to temporarily hold on to the trunk of the tree to prevent it from being shaken down.

"What's going on? Isn't it when there are words that the woods shake? ”

As soon as the shaking began, it could never be stopped.

When he held on to the branch and looked up again, he was horrified to see that the image of the banyan forest was fading away.

"The Banyan Grove is disappearing!" He only thought for a moment in horror, the woods had faded to the point of outline, and in a second, the outline had become a floating phantom.

He looked down and saw that the trunk of the tree he had held to survive was also disappearing, and then his body was suspended in the air, and before he could scream, he had already fallen to the ground at high speed.

The banyan grove completely dissipated, and nothing could stop his rapidly falling body.

With a loud bang, Jiang Nanjun fell to the hard mud ground, and suddenly blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and a gold star appeared in front of him.

A cloud of dust was kicked up around him by the tremendous force of the impact, and the dust burrowed into his nose, choking him to cough.

"Fortunately, I, an undead monster, can't die even if it is broken into a few pieces, otherwise if I fall from such a high place, my internal organs will definitely be shattered, if it is an ordinary person, it is strange if I don't die!"

He laughed at himself with a wry smile, reluctantly sat up from the ground, and waited for the cracked part of his body to repair itself before wiping the blood from his face, patting the dust off his body, and standing up. (To be continued.) )