I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yue woke up slowly, but, in the haze, he couldn't remember what happened, because his whole body, from head to toe, was in terrible pain.

The melon seeds in the head seem to have been stuffed into the stone mill and crushed hundreds of times, and it seems that they are about to explode at any moment.

It was as if the bones in the body had been broken, and they were all smashed inch by inch.

The muscles are fried and fried, like oily meat, and like braised fish.

The heart, liver, spleen and lungs are like being dipped in chili noodles and pepper water, hanging in a chimney and being smoked and smoked, as if they are going to be made into bacon.

The pain was indescribable, indescribable, and Zhou Yue wanted to faint, but he began to become more and more awake.

When he finally remembered what had happened, it was also the most sober moment, and it was also the time when all kinds of pain reached its peak.

So the only thing he could do was open his mouth and scream.

At this moment, he even had the thought of dying, he would rather this kind of shouting can attract some danger to swallow him, he wondered, he fell into the stomach of the divine beast, how could he not die?

Why not die!

However, no matter how Zhou Yue howled like a wolf and a pig, the surroundings were quiet, no danger was attracted, and there was no landslide and ground crack.

When Zhou Yue shouted so loudly that his voice was hoarse, it had been more than ten hours, and at this time he was finally dead, and he also found that he was paralyzed and couldn't move, except for his mouth and eyes, other places seemed to not belong to him, but the heart-rending pain had not been reduced at all.

During this period, Zhou Yue also observed this strange place, which was not pitch black, but gray, without any vitality or movement.

This should be the belly of a mountain, and the gray-black rocks are erected there in a strange way, but there is a lesson from the past, Zhou Yue insists, it is just a disguise of a gluttonous beast.

The belly of the mountain should not be big, and from Zhou Yue's current perspective, it can be judged that this is the size of the basketball court.

In addition, there is not much air here, but there is no such extremely strong fishy smell, but there is a heavy one, like quicklime, and like the smell of stinky tofu, no, not accurate, in short, it is very weird.

The tragic pain is still continuing, and it has not diminished at all, Zhou Yue has no doubt that no one can bear such pain, and it is guaranteed to collapse in a second.

But here's the problem, and I don't know why, obviously this pain has made him crazy, but he can't always collapse, but he can think about the problem very clearly.

Therefore, after a long time, Zhou Yue sadly found that he was beginning to get used to this kind of pain.

The belly of the mountain didn't know the flow of time, and Zhou Yue couldn't judge, because he didn't know the feeling of hunger, nor did he feel thirsty, it seemed that he had turned into stone.

As a last resort, Zhou Yue could only find an inaccurate method for himself, that is, counting, a minute is sixty seconds, an hour is three thousand six hundred seconds, and a day and a night are eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds, well, this is really a good method, you can divert your attention and calculate time.

However, when Zhou Yue counted thirty-eight eighty-six thousand seconds in a row, he was really going crazy, because there was nothing wrong with counting, which meant that he had spent about thirty-eight days.

Under normal circumstances, if he didn't eat or drink for thirty-eight days, he would definitely turn into bones, but now he didn't feel anything, and the pain in his body had not been alleviated in the slightest.

Uncle, does Lao Tzu want to be in this situation for the rest of his life?

That's not going to work! Zhou Yue finally realized the severity of the problem this time.

He'll have to figure it out.

But when the whole body can't move, what else can be used?

Come to think of it, there is only the Civic perception method left.

This made him smile bitterly, he had forgotten about this, and now he finally understood why he had never been in a coma, and such a terrible pain could be sustained, no doubt because his soul was strong enough.

Yes, being able to manifest the power of thinking is a very remarkable thing in itself!

He was so stupid that he rode a donkey to find a donkey.

After calming down, Zhou Yue immediately sensed the position of the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword, he had been holding this thing before, so it shouldn't be too far.

Sure enough, in just a second, Zhou Yue sensed the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword, speaking of which, in the past three years of penance, his pseudo-sword technique has made limited progress, but the connection between the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword and him is getting closer and closer, and this thing is worthy of being a psychic treasure.

However, sensing the rotten wood heavy sword, Zhou Yue couldn't urge it, it seemed that the rotten wood heavy sword was firmly suppressed by a boulder, and it was also buried at a depth of dozens of meters.

Who is so lacking in virtue!

Zhou Yue scolded angrily.

But scolding is scolding, and there is only one thing he can do in this desperate situation.

Again and again, he embodied the power of his mind, urging the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword, but there was no response.

A hundred times, a thousand times, and still so.

10,000 times, 100,000 times, and even Zhou Yue can't care about how many times, he doesn't care how long it has been, what else can he do?

Now he has determined that the reason why he was not starved to death and died of thirst was entirely because of the heart of Alia, as for the injuries on his body, he has not improved, but this is because he is in a Jedi and has to face death every moment, but it is the power of the heart of Alia that prevents this from happening, which makes him half-dead.

This exertion of power prevents Claire from even reappearing.

In this case, Zhou Yueyan dared to be careless, he dared to be sloppy, he didn't want the power of Alia's heart to disappear completely, and Claire couldn't be resurrected, so he had to break free from here, he had to escape from here.

It's not just for himself.

And now, that kind of tragic pain, Zhou Yue is already accustomed to, as if the fingers have been cut open, all his spirit, all his soul, all his attention, are condensed together.

Yes, he had really felt that his spiritual power had changed drastically, and he could even sense that in his mind, there was an ethereal, imperceptible fog, hovering and not stopping, this was really about to materialize.

And the urging of the rotten wood heavy sword has also gradually changed, from the initial immobility, the current rotten wood heavy sword has begun to tremble faintly.

It's a pity that the boulder that pressed on top of the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword was so huge that it couldn't pull out the Rotten Wood Heavy Sword.

If this was a change under normal circumstances, Zhou Yue would dare to believe that from a distance of a thousand meters, his rotten wood heavy sword could be controlled like a fish in water.

It was countless boring and monotonous urgings, and I don't know how long time had passed, but Zhou Yue's harvest was gradually obvious and increasing, and the rotten wood heavy sword was already able to swing left and right, creating a gap of a few centimeters, you must know that this is already very amazing, not to mention how heavy the boulder pressed on it is, this qiē alone is completely the embodiment of his thinking, which is enough to shock the world.

It's a pity that this kind of movement is always a little bit worse.

And in Zhou Yue's mind, the swirling mist also became clearer and clearer, in fact, he was not sure, was this really in his head?

He was 90 percent sure that if he knocked on his skull, he would never see the fog, not even if it was an X-ray or some kind of mess.

Even, as this swirling mist became more and more clearly formed, Zhou Yue also had a little realization in his heart, this should not be regarded as his soul, nor should it be said, that is the essence of the formation of the soul, it should be related to the rotten wood heavy sword.

In other words, although this thing was seen in Zhou Yue's head, in fact, the real place of zài should be in the rotten wood heavy sword.

That's right.

But why this happened, Zhou Yue didn't know, but he probably guessed that maybe he was in a desperate situation and made a strange thing by mistake.

However, no matter how Zhou Yue pondered and felt weird, he did not give up the control of the rotten wood heavy sword.

Finally, I don't know what moment it was, without warning, when Zhou Yue saw the fog again in his mind, he was surprised to find that the fog had changed dramatically, not only was it exceptionally clear, but it had evolved into a pale gold, as if it was a mist shining in the morning sun.

And if you really look closely, you can see that the mist is formed by countless golden particles, constantly circling and flying.

At this time, Zhou Yue didn't know what to think, either on a whim, or in a flash of inspiration, after a thought flashed, the mist quickly fused and formed, turning into a pale golden sword!

At that moment, Zhou Yue felt that the light of this little golden sword was shining, and even when he opened his eyes, he felt that there should be a flash of golden light, if someone was here to observe at this moment, he would see that in the pupils of Zhou Yue's eyes, there were two projections of sword weapons, which were fleeting!

And almost at the same time, only to hear the landslide cracking, and between the loud noises, Zhou Yue saw that the entire mountain belly was directly split by a cold golden light, and countless boulders fell violently, but the golden light suddenly swirled, and all of them turned into powder.

"Ahem, ahem,!"

Zhou Yue shouted excitedly, although he was made disgraced, but he was extremely ecstatic, sister, Lao Tzu's rotten wood heavy sword was finally refined!

At this time, when the dust in the belly of the mountain dissipated, the golden light also dissipated, but above Zhou Yue's body, a heavy sword exuding a reckless ancient atmosphere appeared, well, it can't be regarded as a heavy sword, at first glance, it still looks like a wooden stick.

However, I don't want to see the slightest bit of rotten wood anymore.