It was cold to the bone, and it was pitch black in front of me, and three hundred years had passed since such days. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Yao stretched out his thin palm and touched his face.

Monks will use true qi to temper their physique, it stands to reason that a monk like her, time can no longer leave any traces on her, but this face under her palm is rough and full of wrinkles, Fang Yao's hands trembled, her lips trembled, but her throat could only make a hoarse sound, without true qi to protect the body, the parts of this body would be useless one by one, and at that time, she would not be able to survive any longer.

She sat cross-legged, caressing her face.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, extremely light, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of her, Fang Yao looked up, there was a blurry halo in front of her, and her eyes were gone.

"Well, don't you say?" The voice of the person who came was clear and warm, echoing in this deep ice cave, but in Fang Yao's ears, it seemed to come from the Nine Hells, making her tremble involuntarily, and she shook her head with a hoarse whimper in her throat.

The visitor was silent.

After a while, he raised his hand, and a spiritual power hovered around her limbs, Fang Yao felt the warm air flow in her throat, coughed lightly, and her voice was still hoarse, "What he wants is nothing more than an opportunity to ascend, but if I really had it, I would have already ascended, how could I stay here and wait for death?" ”

The person who came was still silent, Fang Yao waited for a moment, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Fang Yao's body went weak and fell.

There is no calamity of vain, no calamity of vain.

She also delusionally thought that she could escape, but her spiritual power was sealed, and this broken body couldn't support it for long, and the person outside just came in every few years to ask such a question, no matter how weak she was, there was no intention of letting her go.

How could she know how she had become his calamity? After being trapped in this ice cave for 300 years, it is time to find another way out.

She opened her eyes in despair, but there was no light in this ice cave, she couldn't see anything, the cold air was chilling, give up now, the Yuan Shen still has the power, and she can still find a way to leave a way back for herself, if she continues to be weakened like this, she can only be a wisp of powerless ghost in the end, and she won't even have the last chance.

Fang Yao sat up and tried one last time to mobilize the spiritual power in her body that had been depleted for many years, she had done this thing no less than ten million times in three hundred years, but it was still the same result, without a trace of spiritual power.

Wanting to stand up, her legs were weak and her feet were weak, Fang Yao leaned over and laughed lowly, she was not even as good as a mortal now.

Fingers groped around, and she found a stone, so heavy that she was too weak to hold a fist-sized stone.

"If you want to die, you can't find anything to take advantage of......"

The quaint ring on her hand contains countless treasures, but she has no spiritual power, but she has no spiritual power!

Because her spiritual power was sealed, she couldn't cultivate, she couldn't save herself, and now, she couldn't even commit suicide!

Lu Yan, you deceive people too much!

Under the emotion, Fang Yao's heart fluctuated, only to feel a sweet throat, spit out a mouthful of blood, she laughed wildly, tried her best to get up, walked forward, and slammed her head against the cold stone wall.

With a loud bang, even such a weak body once held the power to overwhelm the world, even if her spiritual power was sealed for many years, but this body of bones was harder than the stones in the Cloud Cliff Mountain!

The ice cave shook for a while, a sharp ice crystal on the forehead submerged, the weak and withered body slid down, and the dark cave suddenly lit up slightly, and a heroic woman stood next to the body.

Her eyes were full of hatred and regret, and she Fang Yao had stopped here now on the long road of immortality.

Fang Yao bent down to take the ring from the corpse, took a few more things one after another, and then disappeared in place.

Blood spread on the ground, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the entrance of the cave, but when he came in, he found that the people who had been trapped here for three hundred years had no breath, and the great monk who had been looked up to by a generation of monks had died in such a cold and dark place.

He crouched down and examined it carefully for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved, and he turned his head sharply, and saw a shadow disappear quickly at the entrance of the cave.