Feng Feifei looked at the cultivator who was still convulsing and contracting in pain, looking at his clumped body and thin limbs, and then turned his gaze to the group of flying hedgehogs with wings below...... Could it be, is it ......

"Old Mo, Old Mo!" A cultivator wanted to stay and pull the cultivator who was convulsed and deformed, "Old Mo! ”

"Don't touch him!" It was another cultivator who spoke, and at this moment, his face was also distorted in pain, looking a little similar to the cultivator Lao Mo who was suffering from pain, "He's poisoned!" ”

Poisoned......

The rest of the many cultivators were stunned, watching Lao Mo struggle in pain, watching him slowly, little by little, gradually turn into the appearance of the group of flying hedgehogs below.

Those flying hedgehogs...... It turned out to be ...... Person! Everyone was amazed as they watched the scene from the previous days reappear on the opposite wall.

Feng Feifei broke out in a cold sweat again.

Seeing that his companions who had been with him day and night were about to become a member of those monsters, and that they had no struggle to become the permanent soul body in this strange and gloomy cave, the cultivators who had been resolute all the way and did not show their timidity finally couldn't withstand such psychological torture, and one of the cultivators suddenly turned around and slammed down on the wall.

In the middle of the night, from his deep buried arm, there was a whining cry.

The cry echoed in the empty cave of Shenyi, desolate, sad, and angry, full of resentment and helplessness at the tragic fate.

The light and shadow flickered, and on the mural in front of him, the man with a dashing expression on the high boat, looking up to the sky, his eyes were far-reaching, and he was unmoved to ride the wind and waves in that eternal direction......

A cultivator looked at the cultivator who had been completely deformed and muttered, "Old Mo ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Mo, a cultivator who was struggling desperately, suddenly let out a loud howl, rolled over, and jumped into the group of flying hedgehogs.

The crowd froze.

It's all the same black mass, the same thin limbs. The same blood-red belly, the same black wings—when he blended in with the monsters, they no longer recognized their comrades.

How do they do it again?

Every knife, every sword has the potential to stab into the belly of a comrade-in-arms who has accompanied him all the way!

on the screen. The flying hedgehog monsters began to cheer.

They seemed to be so pleased with the extra "man" in their team that they all stopped and surrounded it.

These "people" who have been trapped in this cave for a long time seem to want to see something new and dance excitedly.

That cultivator named Lao Mo fell into the group of monsters. He rolled forward, to the wall on the other side, and he was already shrunk into a ball, but he always had something in his arms, black and round. He began to hit the wall, but he couldn't do it because of the cruel pain of the deformation of his limbs, but the new "companions" all ran over with joy and accompanied him.

Everyone didn't understand what he was going to do for a while, and they all froze and looked at him in a daze. Then I heard a boom, the wall flipped over, and the other ear piercing flashed, and those monsters subconsciously poured in.

The cultivator called Lao Mo was the last to enter, and the last moment the wall was closed, he looked back under the support of the monster group, it was no longer like a human face, only the eyeballs still had a little breath of a living person, and the light in those eyes flashed, nostalgia, farewell, loneliness, and desolation...... and determination.

And then. The wall closed and he was gone.

All the cultivators looked at him stupidly, thinking about his last moment in their eyes, thinking about him. A heroic and tall man, a great man who can eat three catties of meat at a meal, can cut off three heads with a sword, and is the most diligent in cultivation, has since said goodbye to his brothers and sisters who have practiced and explored together in the past, and said goodbye to his identity as a normal person. Say goodbye to all your partners, friends and relatives, say goodbye to the sunshine, flowers, air and flowing water on the ground, shrink into this inhuman mass, and become one with this group of obscene monsters who see and hate and kill who sees and kills, and live forever in this dark, dirty, ghostly cave that will never see the light of day and never be born.

That's it...... Survive?

That...... Too cruel.

Every cultivator froze as if they were dead, and a thought crossed everyone's mind: "It's better to die......

"Boom!"

A low explosion sounded, and the cave walls shook, and so did all the cultivators.

Everyone's faces turned as white as snow in an instant, and a cultivator slowly closed his eyes.

There was a "click", an extremely slight sound, and the cultivator Huo Ran looked back and shouted, "Not good! ”

The shallow pits on the ground were filled at some point, and at the moment when they were shocked by the changes in their companions, they were all immersed in the grief of losing their companions, forgetting that his blood was also blood, and it had also flowed out in large quantities to the shallow pits on the ground.

Their attention was focused on the group of flying hedgehog monsters, but they subconsciously refused to remember that their companion was already the same as the group of monsters at that moment, and his blood was the same as the best sacrifice in this treacherous pit.

With a violent sound, the ground sank together, the blood pool collapsed, and a waist-thick hole appeared, large clusters of water sprayed out wildly, and the bucket-thick water column **** on the dome, and then "snorted" and shot out from all sides, rolling up like a dragon. Almost instantly, the water filled half of the room, and all the cultivators were swept away by the strange water flow that seemed to have some kind of evil aura, and there was a sudden sound under the water, and the formation was launched in the water at the same time, and the arrows full of strange spiritual power were scattered, and someone snorted, and a bright red color suddenly spread.

Seeing this, Feng Feifei's heart became colder and colder, and she couldn't help but shiver! Leaned over Ice Cube. Suddenly, there was a darkening of eyes, and with a bang, Feng Feifei, who was walking with her head down, bumped into someone else's chest. The bump felt very strange to the touch - it seemed to be hard and soft under the forehead, and there was a faint "squeak" scream.

This cry made Feng Feifei quickly raise her head, but she was already a step too late.

A snow-white ball immediately drilled out of the clothes on the opponent's chest, stroking the flattened stomach, and striking out with a vicious claw.

Feng Feifei raised her head and met a pair of bright eyes. Such eyes, glimpsing in the cold wind of winter, the four seasons are eternally warm spring flowers.

This man, have you seen it before? How do you become more familiar with it the more you look at it? Is it the owner's memory of this body again? But he didn't seem to know her before!

"What are you thinking?" The corners of the man's mouth were crooked, and his eyes were crooked, and although his face was still as cold as ice, those eyes were intoxicating enough, and his eyes had obviously broken the ice.

"Think...... You ......" Feng Feifei rolled her eyes, smiled and dragged her tone, waiting to see the other party's blushing, no longer a cold face. (To be continued.) )