The sound of flowing water resounded like thunder, but the sound in the ears gradually lost its sound, and the turbulent undercurrent, like a flying dragon, swept the wind and swept away, and was carried away at great speed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The body stumbled all the way, and the intermittent and violent impact brought his consciousness to him, and under the dark underground, there seemed to be an unsubsided impact from the rear, wave after wave, which further promoted the ravages of the torrent.

"Bang bang bang!"

This body and the hard undercurrent stone wall were brutally impacted, and all the vital places in the body condensed all the Yuan Force to defend outside, while the other places could only be impacted at will.

Knowing that this underground undercurrent is dangerous, in order to ensure a glimmer of life, when he plunges in, Feng Xiaoyi can only use Yuan Force to protect various vital places, not protect the whole body, because then the defense of Yuan Force is uniform and cannot be concentrated.

But Rao is like this, the Yuan Force he has condensed outside, but after a few hits, it has been declared fragmented, his body has been smashed beyond recognition, and his whole body has many fractures.

He was still carried away by the high-speed undercurrent, drifting in this dark underground world, and he had long passed out, and he didn't know what the situation of life and death was.

It was as if a dead body had been swept away by the torrent underground, and in the misty darkness, there was loneliness, coldness and silence, a body that was unrecognizable, the bones of the whole body were shattered, and the breath of life could not be felt.

However, in its body, a cloud of gray light bloomed, and circles of gray light swung out, trying their best to protect this body, otherwise, it would have been torn into countless pieces.

Soon, the body had a faint holy light shining out, shining and clear, a trace of flesh and blood wandering inside and outside, in the deepest part of the body, a wisp of misty power was also stimulated, as if guarding the last ray of vitality.

Everything drifts away with the unknown...

In the dark underworld, I can't see the brightness of the sky, I can't feel the concept of time, I don't know how far I have drifted, I don't know how many days and nights have passed, and finally I don't seem to feel the shock anymore.

I don't know where this is, and I don't know how many miles away from that lake is, when Yuan Qing sent people to search that area for several days and nights, I don't know that people have already gone beyond the range of the Cloud Spirit Realm and left far away.

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Here is quiet and secluded, deep in the vast mountains, there is no beast shadow, no human tracks, a trickle of murmuring, fragrant flowers and plants, the sound of water surrounds the ears, such as silk and bamboo.

An ancient cave with water, with cold clear water, turned into a stream and slowly flowed down, and a few zhang ahead, there was a dilapidated human body, which was gently brought to the shore by the stream, and lay there quietly.

The head is still intact, and the face is still relatively clear, but the body is not in shape, I can't feel the sound of my heartbeat, I can't see the obvious ups and downs in my chest, and I can't tell whether it's a living person or a dead body.

Quietly, the body seems to have forgotten its existence, like the faint faint candle flame, swaying in the long river of time...

Time is also flowing away like a stream, day after day, five days... Ten days··· Half a month··· One month···

The body did not move, nor did it see the flesh and blood rotting, and looked down on the passage of time, and had been quietly going through it for more than three months, and suddenly in one day, it was discovered that there was a little luminous holy light coming out from within, like a crystal golden liquid, slowly spreading on the surface of the body.

The half of the Divine Pill that had been taken could not be turned off in the past, and the medicinal power of the nine layers was deposited in the body, but now it was fully stimulated again by mistake, trying to repair this body.

In the depths of the body, that misty power, mysterious, ancient and primitive, guards the fragile vitality, which is like the sprout of life, under the care, want to thrive.

The medicinal power of the Divine Pill complemented this primordial power, complemented each other, combined with each other, and worked together to save the life of this death brink of death, and also repaired his body at all times, but at an extremely slow speed, and the effect was not significant.

In the silence, month after month, under the nourishment of the elixir, the crippled body that was almost lifeless was magically repaired little by little, the broken meridians slowly healed, the shattered bones were slowly reborn, and the devastated flesh and blood were reborn.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, in one day, in his body, the Yuan Li scattered throughout the meridians converged into a line, and for some reason, at this time, the six arrays operated on their own, and the abundant Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi from the outside world was introduced into the body.

The surrounding verdant green shade was full of vitality and prosperity, radiating incomparably vigorous vitality, but what was amazing was that since the day when the six formations operated on their own, their life force was drawn out little by little, and merged into his body with the vitality.

This body is drawing power, sucking in frantically!

Surrounded by wisps of mottled power and full of vitality, like a spirit snake wandering in all directions.

The grass and trees are withered, everything is withered, the verdant green shade is withering, spreading outward day by day, the scope is increasing, and the body of Feng Xiaoyi is amazingly recovering, the cracked wound, the flesh and blood grow and heal to a piece.

The vitality in the body is becoming vigorous, and the heavy and dead air that has been lingering in the body for more than half a year has been expelled, and at this moment, the body is no longer incomplete, and new skin has grown, and he has a good body.

As time passed, the scabs fell off, leaving no scars, both in and out of the body, all of them were healed, and among his many meridians, there was one that seemed to be coated with a layer of golden fluorescence, gradually changing, expanding towards other meridians.

After living and dying, after experiencing life and death, he actually created a new transformation again!

Forming spiritual veins, this time 'resurrecting from the dead', in this long recovery time, the rebirth of his physical experience, seizing external powers, actually formed spiritual veins on his own!

Change across borders!

And all this, as if there is something secretly dominating.

I don't know how long it took for Feng Xiaoyi's consciousness to recover, this wisp of consciousness was weak, weak, like feeling so tired and tired, so painful, it was a kind of mental exhaustion and weakness.

It seems that there is endless darkness all around, and the weak consciousness is like a wisp of ghosts drifting, no matter where it flies, it can't break free from this dead dark world, and it is only accompanied by loneliness.

For example, after a long sleep, I have been waiting in the dark night, waiting for this wisp of consciousness to become stronger, strong enough to wake up naturally.

And this wait, a long time passed, until one day, the time was enough, Feng Xiaoyi's eyes seemed to wake up Huo Ran opened, the body reflexively lifted, the bones crackled, a pair of cold eyes, sharp as lightning, restrained with a terrifying light.

The whole body was tense, and as soon as he woke up, he was in a state of high vigilance, but this strange scene in his eyes presented a natural peace, far from the chaos and bloodshed of life and death.

"You're awake."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded softly in his ears, not hostile and calm.

Feng Xiaoyi still turned his head suddenly, and saw that it turned out to be a transparent old man figure, and what made him dispel the idea of moving was that this figure was connected to his body, in other words, it was floating from himself.

"Who are you?"

He was not at all alarmed, his mood was low, and the temperament he showed was as if the sky was falling and it didn't matter.

"It's just a machine spirit."

This old illusory shadow is the same figure that has appeared in front of the gray-clothed old man before, and it has come out again, but this illusory shadow is extremely unstable, cracking a little from time to time, and there is a possibility of complete destruction at any time.

Surprisingly, knowing that this was the instrument spirit, Feng Xiaoyi turned a blind eye and immersed himself in his recollection.

"You know I exist?" The old man said.

"Yes."

It turned out that it was because during the previous cultivation period, the old man in gray had told him about it, and at that time he only told him that a machine spirit would appear in his body in the future, just this sentence, he couldn't say it clearly, he didn't understand what it meant at that time, but now he knows.

There were many other words, all of which were just said and not followed, and he couldn't hear them clearly, but the old man in gray at that time only dropped one sentence, saying that he would understand in the future.

may have deliberately not explained it to him, and everything was slowly understood by him.

At this moment, seeing that he was thinking about things, thinking about things for a long time, there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, he lost everything, could he look back at the past, how should he look at the road ahead.

Time is spent in silence, whether something has been thought about with your heart, and when the day that can never escape and comes, it will no longer be so overwhelmed and dazed.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

After a long time, the frightening silence of Feng Xiaoyi was broken, and he asked.

"It should have been more than a year and a half."

The old figure replied to him, and it seemed to have thought of something, but it still wanted to confirm: "What about him?" Did something happen to him? ”

"He's dead." Naturally, it knew what it was asking, Feng Xiaoyi replied.

To this day, Feng Xiaoyi said this without the slightest mood swing, gloomy and mad, and then added: "He burned his soul in front of my eyes and died, but I couldn't do anything." ”

From his words, the old man seemed to hear self-deprecation, and there was a trace of something that could not be forgotten... Pain.

"Someone from the Temple?" The old man said.

"Yes."

"Then you also escaped from death."

Not bad! He escaped from death, he escaped from the tiger's mouth, broke into a dead end, and then survived today, he doesn't know the process, but he knows that he didn't die this time.

At that time, he knew that he could not escape from the palms of those people who won the temple, it was the self-righteousness of those people who gave him a glimmer of hope, and deliberately let him go, then he left, he went to find a way to live, he broke into the dangerous underground undercurrent, he pressed his life down, just for a glimmer of hope of survival!

Because someone once warned him that ants still have a life, and only when they are alive can there be hope!

Yes, he managed to come back to life!

But he also lost everything, only himself.

The old man's eyes flickered, thinking about something, he sighed in his heart, and after a long time, he saw it speak: "Without him, what are you going to do next?" ”

"He can't die in vain." It got a firm answer.

But that's not the answer it prefers to hear.

"Then you don't hate him at all?" The old man asked.

"Why should I hate him?" Feng Xiaoyi asked rhetorically.

The old man's expression was shocked, it was stunned for a while, and said, "That... You know it all? ”

"I know." Feng Xiaoyi replied in a heavy tone.

"Do you know his identity?" The old man asked.

"Yes!"

"And you know what he did to you?" The old man asked again.

"I know!"

"You know his painstaking efforts?"

"I know it all!" Feng Xiaoyi's tone was even heavier.

He knew it all, he didn't know it at first, but it didn't take long for him to figure it out.

He knew that the old man in gray did not leave, all for him, and he knew that the three years he knelt for a long time were not as simple as they seemed.

Because at that time, his heart and body were all enduring!

He also knew that the inhuman torture of the old man in gray was also to get rid of the control of this demon body, let him undergo a series of extraordinary training, and also to teach him the six formations.

He helped himself improve his strength again and again, and taught himself again and again, and at the last moment, he let go of his arrogance and passed away for him, which only brought him a glimmer of hope for survival.

He knew it all, he knew everything, he just didn't say it.

"Then you... Did you choose to embark on those paths after him? ”

The old man sighed secretly and said, "Actually, you can choose your own path, and the roads he left behind should not be borne by you." ”

"He has been gracious to me." Feng Xiaoyi replied to it.

"The temple is not something you can fight against, this way... And that's not all. The old man said very seriously, and he was only halfway through his words.

"So what?" He retorted coldly.

"Fighting the Templars will only lead to death, so why should you?"

The old man still maintained his own views and persuasion, and sighed or sighed in his heart, and said, "This road... It's a point of no return..."

"But I have to step on it!"

Before the old man finished speaking, Feng Xiaoyi's sonorous answer interrupted its words.

He said coldly: "One raised me as an adult for free, the other worked hard to help me embark on the path of cultivation, and the two people who were kind to me like a mountain have now left me forever, and what about me?" What can I do to help them, and can I save them? ”

"Yes! I'm still alive, but it's not life, it's a lingering breath! ”

"Who can tell me how I can look at them so vainly?"

Feng Xiaoyi's words made the old man so silent that he couldn't say anything more, he had made up his mind, and no matter how much persuasion he tried, it was in vain.

As he said, it was a point of no return, but he had to step on it.

"And what's next for you?" After being silent for a long time, the old man asked in a low voice.

"Heal your wounds." He dropped three words.

"And then?"

"Jinling Kingdom!"

"I see."

The old man's figure didn't say much, it flew back into Feng Xiaoyi's body, and the illusory figure that had been forcibly condensed could no longer be maintained, breaking into countless points of light, merging into those misty powers.

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