Zheng Xian, give me your body, and I will help you take revenge and take you out of here.

The voice was full of electronics, there was no emotion in it, and the machinery was cold.

No sound. This voice Zheng Xian felt a little unfamiliar, since the armor was swallowed by his body, Zheng Xian had never heard Wu's voice again, Zheng Xian thought that Wu had died.

This is the third time that Zheng Xian has asked him for his body.

To this day, what reason can Zheng Xian refuse?

"Take it! I can't control this body anyway!"

Zheng Xian's voice echoed in his mind, and Zheng Xian's mouth only made a difficult mumping sound, faintly like a breeze blowing around him.

Zheng Xian opened up all his brains, all his body's dominance.

Then an electric current pierced, and the slight pain made Zheng Xian, who had not felt anything for a long time, reborn a thought that I was still alive.

Zheng Xian felt that countless neurons had been invaded, and all control had been lost, and he was like a computer without power, empty of a powerful mind, and lost the power to control everything.

This is completely different from Zheng Xian's inability to control his heavy body before, at least at that time, Zheng Xian was still able to know that his body existed, but now, as one neuron was uncontrolled, cutting off contact with him, Zheng Xian felt that he was shrinking a little bit, and suddenly, Zheng Xian's eyes were pitch black, as if the TV picture was turned off, and the entire world was pitch black. Zheng Xian's control of his eyes was completely lost.

At this time, Zheng Xian was only left in darkness, everything was far away from Zheng Xian from this moment, Zheng Xian had nothing, and he couldn't even feel the passage of time.

When Zheng Xian lost Zhou Jiaojiao, Zheng Xian thought that he had lost everything, when Zheng Xian stayed on the desert island day after day and barely survived and couldn't leave, Zheng Xian felt that he had lost everything, when Zheng Xian lost the freedom of action, Zheng Xian felt that he had really lost everything, and at this time, Zheng Xian finally gave birth to the idea that he had lost everything again.

No, it hasn't been completely lost, Zheng Xian still has the most glimmer of hope in his heart, that is, Wuhui will take him out of this island to avenge Zhou Jiaojiao, and even help him restore his original body.

This is Zheng Xian's last hope, even if this hope can only rely on the charity of others.

At this time, Wu's voice sounded in Zheng Xian's mind: "Zheng Xian, Xie Lu Xie your body, from now on, I will live in Zheng Xian's name, and you, forever in this body, until the moment I die, now you can understand my feelings when I am sealed in the colonial armor, right?"

Wu's voice was like the last blow, fiercely piercing Zheng Xian's last ray of hope, Zheng Xian's spirit roared hoarsely: "You said, you said that you life forms are different from our human race, you don't care about being imprisoned in a small place, decades and hundreds of years are just a moment for you. ”

Instead of answering Zheng Xian's question, he let out a burst of laughter, which was full of mockery, as if mocking Zheng Xian's innocence.

Zheng Xian sank, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, all around him empty, pitch black, nothing more, nothing more.

At this time, Zheng Xian really lost everything.

Zheng Xian, who never gave up, finally thought of giving up at this moment, what else could he do if he didn't give up? In addition to giving up, Zheng Xian had no other way to go, but Zheng Xian still gritted his non-existent teeth and stiffened up, because he was unwilling.

Zheng Xian, who was immersed in the darkness, didn't know how long it had been, maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe hundreds of years, anyway, in this dark world, time had become meaningless, so that Zheng Xian's thoughts began to become extremely weak, extremely weak, and would be extinguished at any time like a lamp blown out by the wind.

In this darkness day after day, in this space, Zheng Xian recalled his life over and over again, and Zhiludao's life memories seemed to begin to blur and fade away, and Zheng Xian almost became an empty shell.

At this time, Zheng Xian finally gave birth to a trace of enlightenment, he has not lost everything, when he lost the purple gold gourd, Beng Niang and Lu Feng and others, Zheng Xian felt that he had lost a lot, but at that time he still had Zhou Jiaojiao and the ultimate battle armor and the swamp pond magic armor, as well as cultivation, when the swamp pool magic armor and Zhou Jiaojiao were also lost, Zheng Xian only had the ultimate battle armor and the colony armor.

However, even the ultimate armor of the colonization armor was also lost, Zheng Xian still had a body left, and there was still a glimmer of hope for the rear, when even the body was lost, and the last glimmer of hope was also pierced, Zheng Xian really felt that he had nothing at all.

But at this time, Zheng Xian suddenly understood that there was one thing he had not lost, and that was his divine soul.

That is, his current self-consciousness, this consciousness is extremely weak, but it is not completely useless, he is still alive, and the divine soul is there, he wants to make the divine soul extremely powerful, he wants revenge, he has too many things to do!

Together, Zheng Xian felt that the darkness around him was gone away in an instant, and the surroundings began to become brighter, and suddenly, Zheng Xian's eyes appeared in front of Beng Niang's beautiful and incomparably white face like milk jade, Zheng Xian almost did not hesitate to swing out a punch, and it almost hit Beng Niang's face.

The enemy was very red when he saw him, Zheng Xian's brain didn't have time to think, one hit missed, the second blow had already blasted out, rubbing Beng Niang's body, the third punch, the fourth punch, Zheng Xian swung out more than a dozen punches in one go, and the last punch slammed into Beng Niang's belly, smashing Beng Niang upside down.

"Zheng Xian!" A cry made Zheng Xian's numb brain stunned slightly, this voice was somewhat familiar, it was...... Zhou Jiaojiao?

Zheng Xian turned his head to look, and sure enough, Zhou Jiaojiao was looking at him anxiously.

Zheng Xian was slightly stunned and then Zheng Xian felt the difference, he regained his body, and even felt the existence of the Void Pill on his chest, the rolling vitality power on his body flowed endlessly, and even the metal blood made Zheng Xian feel extremely comfortable.

Zheng Xian's eyes were a little straight, and then he looked around, Zheng Xian was also a little familiar with this scene, although he couldn't remember it really, but Zheng Xian still remembered, this was in the mussel shell of Beng Niang, when he Zheng Xian was in the deep sea of the Pacific Ocean.

Zheng Xian immediately felt the swamp pond magic mirror in the palm of his hand, Zheng Xian was like grabbing a coal, and he couldn't stop shaking his hand, wanting to shake the swamp pond magic mirror away from the palm of his hand, as well as the breeding armor on his body, which made Zheng Xian feel palpitations.

After shaking a few times, Zheng Xian suddenly understood something, the whole person fell into contemplation, Zheng Xian even sat directly on the ground, closed his eyes, didn't say a word, and sat in place for three days and three nights like an old monk.

When Zheng Xian opened his eyes again, Zheng Xian couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, with a look of palpitations on his face.

"Is this hell?" Zheng Xian seemed to be talking to himself, but he seemed to be asking Beng Niang.

Beng Niang said: "Hell is not far away, one step away, you will fall into hell, and you will never recover." ”

Zheng Xian's eyes were a little blank, like an old tree standing at the end of the world for tens of thousands of years, he spent an unknown number of years in hell, pain was haunting him all the time, and at this time he found that everything was just a nightmare, Zheng Xian couldn't describe the feeling in his heart now.

In other words, Zheng Xian still can't tell the huge gap between this dream and reality, he doesn't know if Lu Dao is dreaming in hell, or he is dreaming in a clam shell.

Zhou Gong dreamed of butterflies, I don't know whether Zhou Gong dreamed of butterflies, or butterflies dreamed of Zhou Gong.

"What would have been the consequences if I hadn't thought of cultivating the Divine Soul at the last level, and if I hadn't thought that I still had the last thing like the Divine Soul?" Zheng Xian asked with some curiosity as if talking to himself.

Beng Niang didn't know what Lu Dao Zheng experienced in hell, everyone's hell is different, and the experience is completely different, Beng Niang said: "Do you remember what I said? Whether you can come back or not, it all depends on yourself, you have always been in your own world, your friends, your supernatural powers, your armor, your cultivation can't save you, only your most reluctant, the soul can bring you out of that world, if you can't remember your own soul, the only one you have, the soul that will never abandon you, you will die in your own spiritual world. ”

Zheng Xian let out a sigh of relief and looked at Zhou Jiaojiao who looked concerned on the side, Zhou Jiaojiao frowned slightly, she saw a trace of strangeness in Zheng Xian's eyes, she didn't know what Zheng Xian had experienced, but such a look made her feel a pain in her heart.

Zheng Xian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm still me, but I haven't seen you for too long, I miss you very much." ”

Zhou Jiaojiao looked at Beng Niang, and then said, "It didn't take long, you have only been asleep for three days." ”

Zheng Xian nodded with a sigh, his movements were a little slow, the whole person was a little sluggish, the time in the spiritual world was much faster than the real time, after all, the speed of thought was far faster than the actions of people, Zheng Xian felt that he had been in the spiritual world for at least a few decades or hundreds of years, but in this real world, it was only three days.

"Bengniang, it's terrible!" Zheng Xian still had a numb look on his face, as if he wouldn't make any other expression, and said with a sigh.

Zheng Xian is not a person who is afraid of words, but at this time, Zheng Xian still said the most direct feeling in his heart with palpitations.

The horror of this hell is not because Zheng Xian has lost anything, but because everything that happens in the spiritual world is something that can happen in the real world. To put it bluntly, these are the projections and amplifications of some jealousies in Zheng Xian's heart, all of which are based on facts, not random pictures.