Originally, Li Jiuzhen had no feelings for monks, but now he was disgusted by Master Fuyong, hated the house and Wuxia, and also had a disgusting feeling for this monk who had been dead for an unknown number of years.

He couldn't help but sigh when he saw Fan Yijun pointing the forehead of the skull in his hand to his forehead.

Then he closed his eyes with a look of disgust, and as if he was generous and righteous, he put the monk's head in his hand on his forehead.

When he landed, a stronger sense of "electric shock" rushed straight to his brain.

Li Jiuzhen couldn't help but be shocked, and the sky spun around, as if he had been absorbed into a new world.

Without opening his eyes, Li Jiuzhen saw all kinds of messy pictures, which quickly appeared in front of him.

The background in these pictures is all an ancient environment, and Li Jiuzhen saw a lot of ancient people and all kinds of faces from the perspective of the monk before his death.

Some talked, and some slashed with knives.

What made Li Jiuzhen feel most incredible was that there were still people casting spells!

Most of the pictures are fleeting, so that Li Jiuzhen can't capture any stories in them.

It wasn't until the final picture before his death that it was like slow motion, and it was pulled out all of a sudden, so that Li Jiuzhen, who had just become accustomed to the fast pace, almost pulled out his eyes, and he felt like he wanted to vomit blood, which was very depressed.

Li Jiuzhen couldn't help but widen his eyes and saw a picture like war.

Countless people were fighting, some of them were monks, some were Taoist priests, and there were many people wearing ancient clothes but couldn't tell what their identities were.

In the next moment, the picture was annihilated, and a qiē returned to darkness.

Li Jiuzhen was deeply shocked.

"Is this the ancient human race? It turns out that such a thing as magic really existed in ancient times? ”

Li Jiuzhen felt that this qiē had completely subverted his outlook on life.

He also realized that the location of this monk before his death should be here.

The corpses here were all the same people he had seen. Monks, Taoist priests, others...... Many, many people who know how to spell.

"Hey, why am I still here, I can't get out?" Li Jiuzhen suddenly came back to his senses and found himself in an absolutely dark world.

This world is invisible, inaudible, and not even perceptible to one's own body.

When he landed, an indescribable terror swept in, making Li Jiuzhen have a strange thought-

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

Did he die with this monk?

No, certainly not dead.

If he dies, his consciousness will surely be reduced to nothingness.

Wait, why is the feeling getting duller?

"Not good!"

Li Jiuzhen found that his consciousness was slowly dissipating, getting weaker and weaker.

I have also had the feeling of fainting before, and at this time, it is the feeling of the seconds before fainting.

"If I faint now, I'm going to die!"

"No wonder Motoko said it was dangerous."

"What should I do?"

"Ahh

Li Jiuzhen didn't dare to shout in his heart, and did invisible struggles and struggles, so as not to die in such a daze.

Suffocation and powerlessness like sinking to the bottom of the sea, sinking more and more, wanting to give up more and more......

But Li Jiuzhen refused to give up, even if his consciousness was still getting more and more blurred, he still stubbornly guarded the last trace of clarity.

And then—

He shuddered, opened his eyes again, and came back to reality.

As if his whole body strength had been drained, Li Jiuzhen sat down in prostration, and threw out the skull in his hand in fear, panting for breath with palpitations.

He had a strong desire to run away, regardless of the fact that he ran away.

This is a normal reaction of a person who is desperate to survive.

I really don't want to go through it again.

People are afraid of death, and the most feared thing is death.

Li Jiuzhen experienced death with this monk, and this kind of torment is too profound.

He looked at Fan Yijun in a daze, he really had to admire, this guy could actually endure this kind of torment-

Looking at her, she has already offset the foreheads of many skulls, and has experienced this feeling of death many times.

Where did she get the courage to go through this time and time again?

"Yes, she didn't care if she died or not, so she wasn't afraid. Such a psychological ...... "Li Jiu is really incomprehensible."

Fan Yijun is beautiful and beautiful, better looking than most women in the world, and he doesn't need to lose weight and get rid of acne, he has martial arts, excellent medical skills, and his own friend, who is righteous and angry, how rich and wonderful is such a life experience?

How many people can't envy it.

Why does she not care if she dies or not?

Isn't there anything in this world that makes her nostalgic?

In Li Jiuzhen's daze, Fan Yijun woke up spontaneously without him calling.

She sighed softly and put the skull down, as if silently reminiscing about the various feelings of the skeleton before it died.

Then she glanced at Li Jiuzhen lightly.

Li Jiuzhen was so blushing by her calm appearance.

Compared with Fan Yijun, is his paralyzed appearance too useless?

Fan Yijun didn't speak, nor did he rest, like a machine, he broke off the head of a skeleton and put it on his forehead.

"Wait!" Li Jiuzhen said.

"What?"

"There should be a trick, right? There are skills to fight the feeling of death......" Li Jiuzhen said with a twist.

Fan Yijun said: "I am a cultivator, and since I was a child, I have focused on cultivating the mind, as long as I think that everything is fake, I will feel that it is fake. It's normal that you can't do this, and there's no need to be embarrassed. ”

"I'm so embarrassed!" Li Jiuzhen squirmed more and more.

It turns out that there is no skill at all, only the complete belief that a qiē is fake, and the absolute belief that he will not die, then there will be no problem.

Once the heart is shaken, there is a high risk of being drawn into real death.

There is a saying that "easier said than done".

At this point, it is fully proved that this sentence is true.

In the previous state of hallucination, Li Jiuzhen firmly believed that every qiē was an illusion at the last second, and then immediately committed suicide with a headshot, and "died" in the shortest possible time.

So that the heart no longer wanders and hesitates, and then puts it to death and then lives.

In the end, he succeeded.

But if he did it all over again, he couldn't guarantee that he would succeed.

It is impossible for one's own inner activities to be completely controlled by oneself.

Li Jiuzhen cultivates martial arts and secret weapons, but he has not cultivated his heart, even though his willpower is much firmer than that of ordinary people, but compared to Fan Yijun, it is still far behind.

Li Jiuzhen fully understood what Fan Yijun said, and knew how to fight against the next "death" experience, but he was still not sure whether he would die in the next experience.

"Even if I want to use the previous 'suicide' method to return to reality, I can't do it!" Li Jiuzhen thought this very unhappily.

Because in that absolutely dark "world", I can't even feel my body, how can I commit suicide?

Seeing that Li Jiuzhen didn't speak again, Fan Yijun once again put the skull on his forehead, and then remained motionless.

Li Jiuzhen's face was cloudy, and after a long time, he punched his other hand violently.

"I don't believe in this evil thing!"

He grabbed a skull in a rage, and without unscrewing it, he just stuck it to his forehead.

It turned out to be unresponsive.

"Hey, do you have to unscrew it? How does this work? Li Jiuzhen laughed, twisted his head off, and then pasted it.

It still didn't happen.

"......" Li Jiuzhen didn't know what to say.