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Endless darkness, boundless nothingness, no sound could be heard, no light was heard, and finally not even darkness could be felt.

There was only a trace of hazy thoughts, constantly vibrating back and forth.

Back and forth?

The hazy mind suddenly realized that there was a back and forth that there was space, but there was no space here, it seemed to be infinite, and it seemed to be infinitesimal and infinitesimally small.

As this trace of divine thought recalled the concept of space, a spiritual light appeared out of thin air, as if it was a giant axe that opened the world, splitting the chaos, the boundless nothingness, and shattering piece by piece.

The fragments that the void turned into instantly turned into pictures, constantly flashing in the divine thoughts.

In the picture, a baby croaks to the ground, staggering to start, learning martial arts and practicing boxing......

The picture flashes the almost doting faces of parents and relatives, flashes the laughing and laughing campus, flashes the traffic and the neon lights of the city.

Like a fast-playing movie clip, one picture after another appeared, the small railway station, Mengshan Village, the huge tiger head of the tiger demon fairy was exposed in the lightning and thunder of the final venue outside the black bone city, and in the nameless small mountain village, the little girl stood in the ruins, with cold eyes, and the giant eagle covering the sky and the sun above Yinfeng Ridge stretched out its claws like a hill.

The picture finally freezes on the pair of eagle talons that are caught on-demand.

A noun suddenly appeared in his mind: Dapeng Bird.

This is not a giant eagle, but the legendary Roc bird.

The pair of sharp giant claws of the Dapeng bird in the final freeze frame seem to be engraved in this divine thought, and it is integrated with the divine thought, no matter how this divine thought struggles, it cannot get rid of the giant claws of the Dapeng bird.

Under the tearing of the sharp giant claws of the Dapeng Bird, this trace of divine thought felt as if it had been torn into little by little dust, and the next moment it would be annihilated and disappear between heaven and earth, and no trace of existence could be found.

Unwilling to dissipate, he struggled and roared to resist.

This trace of divine thought turned his hand and pulled out a blood-red broadsword, slashing at the giant claws that kept tearing at him.

A miserable and angry eagle roar sounded in this trace of divine thought.

The picture came to an abrupt end, followed by a continuous pain.

Bursts of pain like waves of the sea came overwhelmingly.

The pervasive pain made Shen Nian feel as if he was being slashed by a thousand knives.

Yes......

A terrible cry suddenly sounded in the small valley of the railway station, breaking the silence of the small valley railway station.

His body suddenly twitched, and Wang Hailong opened his mouth and opened his eyes.

As the sun set, the last trace of red on the horizon gradually lost that pale red.

Facing the last glimmer of light in the sky, Wang Hailong couldn't help but squint.

What a familiar environment!

The confusion in his eyes, after the last glimmer of light in the sky disappeared, finally gradually regained his clarity.

This is the small valley railway station that has just come to the other world, I am Wang Hailong!

Wang Hailong, who remembered who he was, was suddenly startled, turned over and wanted to get up from the ground, supporting the ground with both hands, but found that his hands were soft and did not have any strength.

The body fell back on the grass.

The withered yellow weeds rose and fell like sea water as the breeze blew by.

Not far away are the railroad tracks.

Wang Hailong looked at the surrounding environment blankly, no one should have been here for a long time.

I remember when I left the Little Valley train station, the weeds near the tracks were not so high and not so thick.

The robes on his body were like beggar's clothes, hanging on his body one by one, and the blood stains on his hands had long since solidified into pieces of purple-black hard lumps.

The clothes were also soaked in blood and then dried in the shade, becoming cold and stiff like pieces of iron.

Not far from his right hand was his blood-colored long knife with a few openings, lying quietly among the weeds.

Stretching out his arm with great effort, he grabbed the hilt of the blood-colored long knife, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and just grabbing the hilt of the knife seemed to exhaust his strength.

Wang Hailong lay on his back on the ground, looking at the deep night sky and the big stars.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped into the dirt.

Little girl!

Wang Hailong didn't want to think of this name, but Xiaoya's thin body like a bean sprout kept shaking in front of her.

One time it was the cheerful voice of the little girl calling his brother, and the other time it was the cold and cold eyes of the little girl looking at him, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the cold corpse of the little girl, and the godless eyes that stared at the sky emptyly.

In another flash, he became Xiaoya's father, the loyal man, who was looking at Wang Hailong with a pair of eyes that were almost desperate.

With a convulsion of pain in his heart, Wang Hailong smiled nervously at the night sky.

Gently closing his eyes, Wang Hailong emptied his whole mind and didn't want to think about anything.

Including Xiaoya and Qiu Qiuqiu.

As for the reason why he suddenly appeared at the Xiaogu Railway Station, Wang Hailong didn't bother to guess.

even hated a little that he didn't die in Yin Feng Ridge.

For the heart-rending pain in the heart, death can sometimes be a real relief.

That's it already, what's the use of thinking too much?

Wang Hailong now has only one thought, recover from his injuries as soon as possible, and then bring his own knife and slaughter all the demon cultivators!

The first thing to look for is the Roc bird.

Xiaoya may have been killed by the Roc Bird!

Enduring the drowsiness caused by his weak body, he let out a faint trace of divine thought that was almost dissipating, and wanted to take out the pill he had refined himself from the storage bag.

As soon as the divine thought moved, the pair of giant claws in the divine thought began to tear wildly, and there were bursts of sharp pain from the divine thought, Wang Hailong's eyes darkened, and he almost fell into a coma again.

Opening his mouth and panting heavily, Wang Hailong was like a fish thrown on the shore, his face full of pain.

Holding on to prevent himself from falling into a coma, and enduring the great pain caused by the tears of the giant claws that the Dapeng Bird left in his mind, Wang Hailong trembled his hands, and finally took out a gourd of his own refined pills from the storage bag.

Pour one and put it in your mouth.

The elixir melted, and the aura in the body began to work slowly.

Not daring to use his divine thoughts to probe the operation of the aura in his body, Wang Hailong could only let the aura run on its own in the body.

As long as he used his divine thoughts, the pair of giant claws left by the Dapeng Bird in his divine thoughts would appear, frantically tearing Wang Hailong's divine thoughts.

Wang Hailong knew that this was a magical power that could only be used by the Great Luo Jin Immortal who had condensed the Yang God: Lifesource Attack.

The source of life, the source of life of a high-level monk is called the original god.

The monks who have not cultivated the primordial gods and the souls of ordinary people are called the source of life.

Life-based injuries are more terrible and difficult to recover from than physical injuries. If the monk's body is only destroyed, there is still a chance of reincarnation, and he can even use the soul nourishing wood to temporarily preserve the soul that has lost his body and be reborn.

However, if the source of life is destroyed, even if the monk is physically undamaged, it is equivalent to death.

Not death in the ordinary sense, but real death.

There is not even a chance of reincarnation.

Lifesource attack, this is the means of condensing the Yang God's Da Luo Jin Xian to completely kill the opponent, once the lifesource attack is used, it is equivalent to the Da Luo Jin Xian's endless pursuit of the opponent.

was able to survive the attack of the Dapeng Bird's life, Wang Hailong knew that he didn't have the ability, it must have been him who finally turned over and turned his back to the sky, and received the Dapeng Bird's lifesource attack with the god list on his chest, so that Wang Hailong did not die on the spot.

There is no hatred for the Dapeng Bird King Hailong.

There is no need to hate a person who is listed as a target of his own killing.

Unable to use his divine thoughts, he could only rely on the touch of his body to feel the operation of the aura in his body, and slowly experience the progress of his recovery from his injuries.

The night in the valley was deathly quiet, and not even the cries of wild beasts could be heard except for the sound of the breeze blowing through the grass.

The night passed quietly, and the sun in the east was rising, sprinkling ten thousand golden rays of light, which was sunburned on his body, making Wang Hailong feel a trace of warmth.

The true qi in the body had already liquefied in the small valley where Xiaoya lived, and the true qi in Wang Hailong's body was actually already immortal qi.

Although the lifesource attack is vicious, it does not cause much damage to the body. The injuries in Wang Hailong's body, after a night of recovery, turned out to be healed.

The strength returned to his body, and Wang Hailong jumped up from the ground gently.

Although his injuries were basically recovered, he was still unable to use his mind.

The pair of giant claws that the Dapeng Bird left in Wang Hailong's Divine Mind were like the most vicious spells, no matter how Wang Hailong expelled them, he couldn't drive away the giant claws of the Dapeng Bird in his Divine Thoughts.

Wang Hailong has a body of cultivation, but he can only use the methods of witches, and any spell means that require divine thoughts to leave the body to cast, Wang Hailong cannot use them.

Using his own cultivation to expel the giant claws in his divine thoughts, Wang Hailong knew that he might not be able to do it.

If other monks were to encounter such a situation, I am afraid that there would really be no other way to think about it except to wait for death.

But Wang Hailong knew that he still had one last hole card.

Last time, Wang Hailong was injured and couldn't expel the two immortal qi left in his body by the Tiger Demon Immortal and Yuan Yi Zhenren, and in the end, he was cured by the Flying Immortal and the Yin Soldier in the God List.

Wang Hailong didn't know if the Flying Immortal and the Yin Soldier would be able to surprise themselves again if their divine thoughts were injured this time.

Because he was not sure in his heart, when Wang Hailong started, he did not use the Flying Immortal and Yin Soldiers to heal his injuries.

In order to prevent the Flying Immortal and the Yin Soldiers from being able to expel the giant claws in his divine thoughts, he would be hit by another mental blow and lose confidence when his physical injuries had not yet recovered.

The consequence may be that even the injuries in the body will worsen, and you will go crazy.

This is actually Wang Hailong deceiving himself and leaving himself a hope.

The revenge has not been avenged, and Wang Hailong is unwilling to fail.

Now Wang Hailong's physical injuries are no longer serious after overnight treatment.

After verification, Wang Hailong found that he was indeed unable to rely on his own cultivation to expel the giant claws in his divine thoughts, and Wang Hailong gave up.

It's time to use your hole cards at the end.

Success or failure is here.

Wang Hailong calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, sat cross-legged facing the rising sun, his fingers reached into the god list wrapped in his chest, and lightly tapped on the Flying Immortal and the Yin Soldier.