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It turns out that the wind flow channel is really attached to the peach blossom!

It's true, the evidence is conclusive!

Thinking like this, Song Ming suddenly chose the merry path for himself, and had a perfect consciousness of "doing a line, loving a line", a huge sense of mission of firm road, courage to move forward, and time is not waiting!

I can't help but sigh:

"Uncle, you have a lot of talent!"

The old man coughed dryly a few times and continued:

"It's obvious...... From the first step you jumped into this secret room, I have already seen your decision, even if I say, if you take the sword, I will kill you, you still have to take it, so don't talk nonsense, come and get it quickly. ”

Song Ming thought about it carefully, and this is also the truth, if he doesn't take dangerous moves, he is afraid that he will still not be able to dig through this mountain after the thirty-year probation period expires:

"Thank you seniors, it's impossible to split the mountain with a sword, the juniors go out from this ghost place, and return the sword to the seniors, as for the release of the seniors, the juniors are afraid that they don't have the strength and qualifications."

The old man sighed lightly:

"Stupid."

Danger and opportunity coexist, Song Ming stepped forward slowly, cautiously approached the old man, and suddenly accelerated, and pulled one hand to the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword does not move!

Not only did it not move at all, but at the hilt of the sword held by Song Ming, a huge suction force was generated, as if it was about to drain Song Ming's physical strength and Dao power.

Fortunately, Songming's simulated Dao root has no Dao power.

But the human body itself contains the most basic force, and this huge suction force seems to suck Songming's whole person into dry wood.

Song Ming immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly withdrew his hand.

But it can't be retracted.

Without thinking about it, Song Ming raised his left hand, fell with a side palm, cut off his right hand with his bare hands, kicked the soles of his feet violently, and quickly dodged.

Abandoning the car to protect the handsome and working together to protect the people, this is the second time that Song Ming has implemented this tactic.

The tactics were correct and the execution was perfect, but it was still too slow.

Behind Song Ming, the old man's shriveled lips suddenly grew larger like rubber, and suddenly opened his bloody mouth, and the huge mouth was as fast as a toad's tongue, flashing from behind Song Ming, swallowing it in one gulp.

"Holy."

With only one sound, Songming disappeared into the secret room out of thin air.

The next place where he appeared was in the old man's stomach.

……

This stomach, unexpectedly empty, unexpectedly vast, is more of a void than a stomach!

It's extremely bright and it's also extremely dark, and the field of vision is zero anyway, and there is no difference between opening and closing the eyes.

It's hot, it's cold, the skin is unconscious, and the skin itself is dissipating.

There is no air, no breathing, no gastric juices, no smell, no disgusting, but it is eerie and terrifying.

Because there's a sound here!

This voice is not coming from all around, but from the bottom of my heart, and it reverberates all around!

Whispers, laughter, tearing, weeping, cries for help...... It's like hundreds of millions of people are dying here, and it's like hundreds of millions of people living together.

This illusion made Song Ming feel sick, and he tried to swing his left fist and stomp on his legs, but he couldn't touch anything.

He "saw" his clothes and hair dissipating, he "saw" his blood flowing down the broken right fist, he "saw" his skin being digested, and his muscles slowly dissolving, but all this did not cause any pain to him, it would make people feel a kind of "dissolve and dissolve, sleepy and just want to sleep", yes, this feeling is called-

Boiled frogs in warm water!

Songming was not an ordinary person, he was used to pain, and not pain when it should have been, which was more uncomfortable than the pain itself, and made him even more frightened.

To die, or to struggle and die again - Songming would rather choose the latter.

In this void in the stomach, the only thing he can do that can be called "struggling" is to move.

This suddenly reminded him of the dream he had when he was pressed in the bathtub by Teacher Xuanmei, if you want to move in a vacuum, you have to give up some mass, and the most worthless mass in Songming's body is air.

According to common sense, he should have suffocated a long time ago, but common sense had no effect on him, in the blood vessels of Songming, there was a large amount of oxygen stored, and these "steam internal forces" (not yet trained) that were originally intended to be used in battle, after being hung up during the battle with Nian Qingyan, would save him from fire and water for the second time.

Song Ming slowly exhaled oxygen from his mouth, and according to the conservation of momentum, the whole person moved slowly in the opposite direction of the jet.

Ten minutes later.

The old man frowned slightly, and said to himself:

"It looks like he's really old, but it's just a monkey......"

After finishing speaking, a bone-melting wind was introduced in the stomach and blew towards Songming.

Songming was moving comfortably when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing.

When the wind blows, it enters the body in an instant.

Eroding muscles and softening bones, the wind pierced through its own iron-clad veins, burrowed into its veins, and rampaged through its bloodstream, dancing like a trapped beast.

This time Songming felt pain.

This gust of wind was supposed to digest Songming directly into nothingness, but in the end, only some of the flesh and brittle bones were digested, and the remaining thick blood vessels tightly entwined the internal organs and muscles and bones to maintain a whole (Songming).

If there is still Song Ming who said this, then this "he" was digested into a mass of flesh and bone by the wind, and was violently blown to the edge of the void, and finally hit the wall of the old man's stomach.

A part of the wind was absorbed by Songming, and it rampaged through his veins, roaring and boiling, rushing towards the heart, towards the Dogen, towards all known and unknown lands......

The way of Wutian, blood first!

Song Ming's consciousness on the verge of collapse was instantly pulled back by the eight words in Zhou Hong's book.

An incomparable sense of smoothness and refreshment, like ripples, spreads rapidly at the speed of an electric shock, instantly permeating the whole body...... The muscles are recovering, the skin is growing, and the pine that has long been lost is slowly reborn!

A black line flashed in the old man's eyes.

Song Ming quickly regained his appearance, and was pleasantly surprised for a while, raised his left fist, shook his head, and smashed his fist into the wall of the old man's stomach:

"I never thought of it."

"You-"

The old man's eyes widened, revealing a rare surprise, because he had absorbed Song Ming's flesh, his face had gradually recovered, but the bone-turning wind he had exerted had helped Song Ming, and at the moment when Song Ming inadvertently opened the Martial Heaven Dao, his vitality was absorbed by Song Ming, and his body turned to accelerate its decline, his facial features gradually deflated, his skin gradually withered, and his bones gradually crispened.

At this moment, he was smashed on the stomach wall with a punch, and in an instant, he had mixed tastes, and with a dry cough, he vomited Songming.

Songming curled up and saw the light again with his bare ass.

Like his dissipated clothes, his right fist didn't grow back.

At this moment, he took a leap of fish, retrieved his long dried right hand on the hilt of the iron sword inserted by the old man, and then quickly moved away, simply took care of the broken wrist, and took his right hand back with his bare hands.

The old man's face was older and more withered than before, as if it would turn into smoke and dust as soon as a gust of wind blew it:

"Ahem, what a nasty little ghost, are you a vampire?"

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