Text Chapter 120 Lin Fan of Death

When the territory of the Great Xia Empire, most places are still late autumn, this ancient city called Yunlan has already been snowy, and many residents in the city have been wrapped in thick cotton robes to resist the invasion of the cold wind.

This Yunlan City is the fifth largest city outside the capital of Great Xia, with a population of millions, compared to other cities in Great Xia, this ancient city seems to be much bleaker, even if it is a high-ranking official and noble, he does not want to live here for a long time, just because of this eternal snowfall.

However, in this city, it is also very prosperous, with palaces and pavilions, carved railings, streets extending in all directions, and yew trees shining brightly, as if they have adapted to such a cold climate, and are extremely luxuriant, giving people a dreamlike visual impact.

This is a peaceful pure land, and the vast majority of the inhabitants of the city are mortals.

As for the monks who pass through this place on weekdays, they will also try to avoid any intersection with mortals, after all, stepping into the cultivation realm is like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, and there is a world of difference from the world of ordinary people, and these two types of people rarely have a common language.

"What's wrong with you?"

On the side of the street, this is a little girl in gorgeous clothes, her face is puffy, revealing childishness, but at the age of five or six years, she is motionless and half-squatting, as if she is observing something, showing a worried expression.

On the opposite side of the little girl, two ragged men fell in the snow, their faces covered with dirt and dust, motionless, unaware of life and death, like destitute beggars, extremely miserable.

"Let's go, don't look at it. ”

Behind the little girl, a middle-aged woman dressed in wealth came up.

"Mother, they won't die, right?" said the little girl with a childish face.

The middle-aged woman frowned, glanced at the two "beggars", touched the little girl's head again, and said comfortingly: "Good, they just fell asleep, and they will wake up in a while, let's go back to eat first." ”

"Really?" the little girl looked up at her wistfully.

"Mother-in-law doesn't lie, they're just too tired. The middle-aged woman said, glanced at them again, threw down a few copper coins, took the little girl, and turned away directly, her back gradually disappeared.

"Smack"

A copper coin fell, and by chance it landed on the face of one of the beggars.

"Who is it?!"

The beggar awoke and sat up.

"Where is thisβ€”" He kept looking around, but his expression became more and more confused.

Half a ring, as if a lightning bolt crossed his mind, he recalled everything in an instant, and muttered to himself, "I... I didn't die..."

He looked worried, looked at the people around him, and blamed himself: "I don't know, how long did we stay in a coma after the Void Altar got out of control that day, and the poisonous ...... on Brother Lin Fan's body."

Ning Qingyang's heart palpitated, and he couldn't help but recall everything that had happened in the void tunnel.

It turned out that after Lin Fan passed out in a coma that day, the brilliance of the Jade Terrace also dimmed, it should be because there was no manipulator, it actually fell straight down, and almost fell into the infinite void.

However, fortunately, Ning Qingyang's eyes were quick and he was able to control the situation in time.

Even so, after all, it was the first time for him to urge the Void Altar, and it was inevitable that he would be nervous, and in a hurry, the Jade Terrace crashed headlong into the boundary of the tunnel, almost making a big mistake, if he hadn't forced him to find a coordinate and come directly, I am afraid that at this moment, they would have all been killed by the Void Turbulence.

"I'll show you how the injuries are. Ning Qingyang looked tired, and gently uncovered Lin Fan's clothes, and then, his face suddenly turned pale.

"I... OMG!"

He opened his mouth wide and took two steps back in disbelief.

Lin Fan's entire upper body, except for his left arm, had turned into carrion, the stench was turbulent, extremely black, through the drooping flesh on his chest, he could even see his heart, it was no longer beating, it was corroded by the poison to the point of pits, and the whole thing shrunk.

"Uh, don't die!!" Ning Qingyang ignored the strange eyes of everyone on both sides of the street, and immediately hugged Lin Fan and cried bitterly, wailing so heartbreaking that it made people's eardrums bulge.

This scene immediately made many passers-by stop and look at them with a frown.

"What madness, city guards, why don't you drive out such a beggar who disturbs the people. ”

"What the hell is wrong with this man?"

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"The man in his arms seems to be dead..."

"The climate of our Yunlan City is so cold, it is not surprising that there are still people who dare to beg here, and they freeze to death. ”

These mortals stopped in place, whispering, talking to each other, each expressing their own opinions, and seemed to be quite curious about it, and even some of the surrounding shop guests were attracted to it.

"It's all my fault, I delayed your treatment!" Ning Qingyang cried with a sad face, sat on the side of the street, snot and tears, like a widow who lost her husband, and continued to cry: "Little brother Lin Fan, the great kindness is unforgettable, there is no chance in this life, I will definitely repay you in the next life..."

As he spoke, he wiped his tears hard, stood up, and said, "I'm going to find you a treasure land, set up a good monument for you, and let you have a perfect home." ”

"Ouch, it's so heavy. He bared his teeth, grabbed one of Lin Fan's feet, and tried his best, his feet were almost cramping, and it was difficult to shake him in the slightest.

Lin Fan, as a Divine Soul Realm martial artist, in terms of the degree of condensation of the bones in his body, it is by no means comparable to ordinary people, not to mention that it is as solid as a rock, it is almost there, this kind of shocking weight, with Ning Qingyang's physique, which is comparable to the body of a mortal, is absolutely difficult to move.

In the end, Ning Qingyang was sweating profusely, panting, and sat down directly.

"It's so tiring," he shook his head, feeling helpless.

"Cut, what kind of trick are you playing, how much more can a corpse weigh. ”

At this moment, a big man walked out of the crowd, he was shirtless, extremely tall, his face was also very hideous, with many scars, and he was obviously a master of the world.

Ning Qingyang glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said, "Then you try?"

"Who wants to touch this dead man, it's still a beggar, it's really unlucky. The big man sneered, seemingly disdainful, but when he looked at Lin Fan, who was motionless, a trace of eagerness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Let's see if you dare, right?"

"That is, the big words are so sufficient, and the result is to retreat. ”

"This person is really ashamed of his size, and I'm afraid he is also a useless person. ”

"I think so too. ”

The onlookers booed continuously, seemingly dissatisfied with his approach, and everyone also wanted to see a good show, and they also wanted to know if this "corpse" was really as heavy as Ning Qingyang said.

"What is this, how could Lao Tzu be afraid?!" the big man retorted fiercely with a red face.

"Then you're on it!"

In the audience, I don't know who made such a voice.

"Hmph, just try it. The big man snorted coldly, and walked towards Lin Fan, when he saw his terrible chest clearly, he almost didn't spit it out, he hurriedly took two steps back, and said, "Oh, no, no, it's so disgusting, it's so stinky, it's so spicy that I can't open my eyes!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately laughed and laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

"It's cold and snowy, how can it still stink, if you can't do it, just retreat. ”

"Don't be ashamed, let's go, hahaha!"

The big man looked hideous, seemed to be a little angry, took a stubborn step forward, directly grabbed one of Lin Fan's legs, and shouted: "Look at it, I will tell you all to shut up......"

However, before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Fan's eyes were indifferent, lying on the ground, I don't know when he woke up, and he was staring at the big man with his head up.

"Mom, corpse change, help!!" The big man suddenly cried wolf, immediately let go of his hand, and ran to the back desperately.

"What the hell!!"

"That's not true, is it?!"

"Quick... Run, or you'll be bitten!"

Everyone was terrified, frightened, and couldn't stop retreating, and then ran away, but in a short moment, within a radius of a thousand meters, it suddenly became uninhabited.

Among the people present, only Ning Qingyang was the calmest, he had been a monk, and his vision was naturally different, even if the real corpse appeared, he would not panic.

Even so, he was a little surprised, and said, "You... Not dead?!"

As he spoke, he rolled and crawled close to Lin Fan, staring at his chest in disbelief.

There, the heart was pitch black, motionless, and shriveled, as if it had become a dead thing.

"I'm also a little weird. Lin Fan frowned, looked inward into his body, and also saw this strange scene.

The next moment, his face suddenly changed.

As if sensing something, he stretched out one hand into his lower abdomen, and suddenly his expression was brilliant, and he directly took out the heart of the Holy Xuan.

In an instant, Ning Qingyang's scalp was numb, his eyes widened directly, and he muttered to himself, "You actually have two hearts..."

"Could it be that..."Lin Fan's face was cloudy, staring at the Heart of the Holy Xuan.

The heart of the Holy Xuan, as in the past, was beating slowly, the difference was that it was once cold in the hand, but now it actually had a trace of temperature, as if the real heart, extremely hot, so that Lin Fan really felt it.

"The true elements of all the meridians in the body have actually been transferred to the heart of the Holy Xuan..."Lin Fan wrinkled his nose, feeling the changes in his body, and his expression seemed to be extremely worried.

He didn't know if it was all good or bad.

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