The moment I entered the desert, I truly experienced what the place of the sunshine is.

The most intuitive feeling, heat. And now I finally understand why the space above the desert is distorted. The horse was roasted in distorted air.

And the moment I stepped into the desert, I also returned to the most primitive state, and this primitive state is reflected in the clothes, just an instant, I have been clean and slippery, the whole body, the only thing that can be regarded as covering is hair.

It was too hot to step on the horse, and I looked at the fine grains of sand under my feet and grinned. I can't help it, it's too hot, and the sand grains are like steel needles, stabbing my feet fiercely. I remember watching that kind of video when I was in the world before, a person with bare feet stepped on a burning red charcoal fire, and his expression was still unusually calm. I remember at that time, I watched the video with my teeth bared, and at the same time I made a testimonial:.

So, I really want to catch these people now, throw them on this desert, and let the girl show me again, if you don't roast the outside and the inside are tender, let you be the protagonist.

When I grinned and sighed at the perverted temperature of this desert, I also found a problem. Made, this feeling of not being restrained doesn't seem to be as comfortable as imagined, especially in some parts, after completely breaking free from the restraints, it is obvious that it has shown an extremely embarrassing state. Made, does the magic of love go round and round?, I glanced down.

At this time, I have to sigh from the bottom of my heart that the world is still civilized. At least in this state, I still felt a deep shyness in my heart, even though only the fat man and the round ball were watching me from a distance, and even the two of them were not considered human.

Civilization is still from the heart and rooted in the bones. Alas, I'm still a civilized person.

I pursed my lips and sighed, but finally collected my mood and moved on.

The desert is not big, a kilometer is just a radius, if it is a weekday, this kilometer distance, I can easily cross it with a few flashes, but this desert is unusually weird, the moment I entered, I felt that my cultivation was completely suppressed by something, and now I, like an ordinary person, is standing on this hot desert.

However, although my spiritual power and cultivation did not suppress a clean one, my spiritual sense did not receive the slightest impact, so the exercises of soul cleansing can still be used, so my feelings about the outside world have become clearer. Therefore, this result is naturally conceivable.

Lao Tzu wants to die now.

I waited for the grains of sand under my feet, just a few steps away, my feet had turned red, and sharp pain was also frequent under my feet, and every step I moved, it was like stepping on a sharp steel needle.

Moving on, I even smelled the faint aroma of barbecue.

When I raised my arm, I saw that my whole body had turned light red, just like a roast duck that had been smeared with sauce and placed in the oven, and the whole person was releasing a "sweet" luster.

And when I was sinning here, there were two places that were also changing.

One came from behind me, where the fat man and the ball were.

"How so?" said the fat man, whispering an underestimate.

"I like I forgot to tell the boss that it's very hot. Yuanqiu watched in amazement as I turned into a roast duck, but there was a look of awakening on his face.

I even heard the fat man's screams.

The other came from a thatched hut, and Sister Meng Po's face was almost always calm, and there was a rare layer of worry on her face. And this kind of expression made the two of Long and Dark, who were standing behind Meng Po, also look solemn, thousands of years have passed, and the two have forgotten when they have seen Meng Po's sister with such an expression, and even the two of them are wondering if they have really seen Meng Po with a worried look on her face.

After a hundred meters, the hot temperature seemed to have risen a few points, and my whole body had turned red, and it looked more like fresh roast duck. And the pain in my feet has reached an almost unbearable level.

I couldn't feel my breath anymore, as if every instinctive breath was swallowing a large mouthful of magma into my chest, and the hot sensation made me wonder if I was still breathing.

But this hot feeling also made me know one thing all the time: I'm still alive.

At 500 meters, my feet had completely lost their intuition, and even the slightest hint of uninterrupted pain was no longer surging from my feet, but from all over my body, but I didn't have my feet.

My face was completely covered with a painful expression.

With every step, there will be a bright red footprint left on the golden sand, which looks like a trace of strange beauty, but this beauty is terrible.

At 700 meters, everything in front of me was blurred, the sweat was long gone, and my skin had become dry and rough like a dead old tree on the grassland.

Nine hundred meters, I couldn't see anything anymore, just a chaotic color in front of me, and the bizarre appearance looked very gorgeous. Eventually, I lost all consciousness, and I couldn't even be sure if I was still walking.

In the distorted space, the fat man and the ball could no longer see my form, and the two of them now stood outside the desert, looking like two helpless children.

The worry on Meng Po's face was finally completely revealed, others may not know, but she knows, and even she knows better than others. The last 100 meters are the most fatal 100 meters, between success and failure, and between heaven and earth.

I couldn't see anything in front of me anymore, only light, a mess of light, and I didn't know what I had become. And now those who know what I look like seem to be, it seems that there is only the bowl of tea in front of Meng Po in these three realms.

In the tea, my figure is reflected, just like the tea leaves in the tea bowl, the ups and downs seem to dissipate in the tea bowl in the next moment. At this time, the biggest change is not the color of my whole body, but the height, the height of one meter eight looks less than one meter five at this time, and under the knees of the legs, there is only snow-white white bones, dull without a little luster, as if it has been burned, and there is a touch of blue-gray light in the white.

The figure suddenly staggered, and its body, which was still quite straight, suddenly leaned forward, looking as if it was about to fall into the desert.

Meng Po's face changed sharply, because she knew that this time, he would fall in this desert forever, and there would be no chance to get out of this desert again. And she was here, even if she was as strong as this, but she didn't have time to go to the desert and hold on to the figure that was about to fall.

The figure suddenly ran out a few steps, but the staggering figure that was about to fall stood up again because of this sudden stumbling step.

Meng Po felt a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, but the hanging heart finally settled down. At least, it seems that this little guy can hold up now.

The figure began to move, very slowly, so slow that it seemed to make people forget that he was moving, as if it were just the billowing yellow sand under his feet pushing him to move.

I seem to have forgotten everything, at this moment, it seems that even life and death are no longer things I need to think about, and there is no thought in my eyes and heart. Because of the pain, it seems that as long as my thoughts fluctuate, it will pull my nerves and let out a wail.

At this time, there was a different scene in my spiritual platform.

Cleansing Soul and Shattered Mountain stood there with anxious expressions, obviously, they were also paying attention to all this in front of them, and, it seems, they also knew some of the consequences.

Suzaku stood beside the two of them, his face still cold, as if even under the scorching sun, there would not be the slightest bit of melting ice.

"How is he?" asked Suzaku in this situation, he had no way to do it in this situation, and the broken mountain around him was obviously also a virtue, so the only sustenance between the two of them now was the man in front of them who they loved and hated.

"I can't die yet. Suzaku said, his face did not change at all.

The two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Suzaku's current performance does not seem to be at the point of exhaustion.

"I don't know for a while. Suzaku added just when the two of them were about to be happy.

The faces of the two of them instantly looked like dead wives, and Suzaku said so, obviously Suzaku was also helpless. It's just that the two of them obviously haven't given up yet, and they still look at Suzaku with a look of hope, as if they can see a glimmer of hope on Suzaku's face if they persist like this.

"I can't rush out of this altar now. Suzaku seemed to be afraid that the hope of the two would continue, so he added another sentence. And this sentence finally made the hearts of the two completely fall to the bottom.

The Lingtai has always been the place where they live, although the Soul Cleansing has always behaved more like the owner of this Lingtai, but, in the final analysis, this Lingtai is still owned by me, and naturally it will be transferred according to my will.

"He sealed the Lingtai?" The body of the Cleansing Soul shook, and in an instant, all the Soul Cleansing seemed to be the blurred shadow of the Cleansing Soul. It's just that after a while, this soul cleansing can only return to the same place in vain, looking at Suzaku with a dead face.

"Yes. ”

"He shouldn't have that strength?!" Cleansing Soul said, with a very uncertain affirmation in his tone.

"Not before, but now he has. ”

Sealing the spiritual platform requires extremely strong spiritual power, and even this standard was once considered to be a criterion for judging geniuses in the underworld, and it was also a criterion for a cultivator to continue to develop. Some prove that the person has the potential to continue to develop, and vice versa. Moreover, there is another criterion that has been evaluated by people even now, and that is whether or not the person can become a qualified monk. Although it was only a change in one word, it represented whether a person would be able to cross the cultivation watershed that had blocked countless people.

"So what are we going to do?" said Soul Cleansing.

And so on. ”

"What are you waiting for?"

"If he lives, we will wait for him to go out, and I can recognize him as a master. If he dies, we'll wait for the next person who can enter the sandy sea, and he'll take us away at that time. ”

"Aren't we going to die?" asked Soul Cleansing, but there was no joy on his face for the rest of his life.

"No, he completely sealed the altar. So, we are not going to die. ”

Completely......

The word was simple, but the Soul Cleanser knew very well what it was hearing.

The person who seals the spiritual platform, once the spiritual platform is completely sealed, it means that all his spiritual consciousness will also be completely withdrawn from the spiritual platform, and the spiritual consciousness will naturally become a free state, and this state has only two results, one is to withstand the test in front of him, and after surviving, he will use his spiritual sense to restart the spiritual platform. The second nature is death, the kind of real death, the death of the body and the spiritual consciousness, that is, what we usually call the soul scattered, and there will really be no room for maneuver, even if it becomes a wisp of evil thoughts, the possibility of remaining in this soul-breaking prison is gone.

"It's ruthless. Broken Mountain naturally knows these common senses, so Broken Mountain said with trembling lips.

"It's ruthless enough. Suzaku said, but after saying this, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then his figure flashed, and he had already left the place and rushed towards the red mist in the distance.

"How could such a ruthless person die. Suzaku disappeared, but left behind such a sentence before disappearing.

Cleansing Soul and Broken Mountain looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes, not because they would die at will, but because they actually heard a glimmer of hope in Suzaku's words.

You know, Suzaku is a person who doesn't even care about his own life and death, and how can such a person care about the life and death of others, just like the soul cleansing and broken mountain, although Suzaku and they are four brothers, but they absolutely believe that even if they die, Suzaku will never care, and even if Suzaku can avenge them, this is enough to make them feel gratified.

But it is such a ruthless person to the point of despair, but now he has a glimmer of hope because of such a fateful little guy. This kind of result, how can the two not be surprised.

Suzaku's words were indeed hopeful, even very slim, but it was such a sentence full of uncertain hope, but it seemed to be a reassuring pill that filled the mouths of Cleansing Soul and Broken Mountain. The two even felt that any little guy would not die.

Of course, I don't know about that. The only thing I knew was pain all over my body, and that was the only criterion I could be sure I didn't have yet.

Physical pain is not as good as mental pain, but at this moment, my spiritual consciousness is extremely active, and even my spiritual consciousness seems to have left my body, but hovers around my physical body, as if my soul has left my body, looking at myself.

I was very miserable, I saw my calf, only gray white bones remained, the skin on my body had already been completely cracked, like the bark of a tree, every step I moved, there would be a large piece of skin falling off, like a fallen leaf, silently falling towards the yellow sand under my feet, but the moment I fell into the desert, it turned into a wisp of blue and white smoke, and when it rose, it was accompanied by a bitter smell of burning.

The skin has finally fallen off and cleaned. I looked at myself and felt that I was terrifying, after all, a person who had no skin at all, and even many parts were leaking white bones, was very terrifying after all, not to mention, this pile of terrifying things was still moving slowly.

As he continued to move forward, his muscles began to dry up rapidly, and then turned into strands of stiff rags hanging from a skeleton, falling to the ground one by one as he moved.

There was still less than twenty meters away, but this short twenty meters was like a chasm, across in front of me, I looked at myself, and then looked at the white mist behind me twenty meters away from me, and there seemed to be a liquid in the mist that was slowly turning, fiery red color.

I can't get there.

I looked at myself and was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to hold on to this mass of liquid. After all, I'm still me, even if it's a wisp of spiritual sense, but it's mine.

If you can't get there, that's death. I am very aware of this result, and since I have forcibly withdrawn all my spiritual consciousness, it is unknown whether I can survive with a wisp of spiritual consciousness. Because at this time, I already felt that my spiritual sense was slowly depleting, albeit slowly.

Spiritual consciousness is also me. This thought popped into my mind.

So, I tried to turn this wisp of my spiritual sense into what I needed.

Failure is inevitable. So, I didn't even think carefully about what I had lost after this spiritual change failed, but immediately began the next one.

This attempt not to summarize is undoubtedly extremely reckless, but I can only do it because I don't have much time for myself, and I can't even think about it.

The muscles in my body were rapidly falling off, and soon I would be a real skeleton. I know the result, but I don't know what the consequences will be.

Moving on, less than ten meters away from the white mist, I have become a white skeleton, only the eyes are still shining with a trace of blood-red light, and the heart is only a shriveled one, Bai Sensen's heart, but the position of the dantian, there seems to be a huge and even a little chaotic light, is swimming slowly.

As for why this is happening, I don't have time to think about it.

The spiritual consciousness is constantly being destroyed, and the shapes that are transformed are also chaotic, and there is no shape that can be called a thing, and these things, obviously, are also things that I don't need.

There was still the last five meters of distance, but I stood still, silent, and the trace of life and death was also passing rapidly.

Is it too late? I looked at myself, and a hint of worry finally appeared on my face.

There were a few others who were also worried.

Sister Meng Po's face was extremely solemn, mixed with a trace of worry.

And the dragon and dark behind Sister Meng Po also had the same face, and they naturally saw my situation.

The other was in the red mist in the altar.

At this time, Suzaku looked at me with red eyes, and the moment I stopped, the red mist around Suzaku was also violently agitated, as if to hint at Suzaku's mood.

"No, it won't. Suzaku seemed to say in the affirmative, but the tone was not so affirmative, and it sounded like he was comforting himself

I stopped where I was, less than five meters away from the white mist. E-book house

I asked myself the same question, and then my brow furrowed tightly, but after a moment, the frown was instantly relaxed.

Because I found something, I stopped, and the anger on Bai Sensen's skeleton also suddenly stopped flowing. Such a result is undoubtedly very good for me now, because time, even if it is just a simple pause, at least gives me a pause.

Spiritual consciousness began to stir almost instantly, and the various shapes of spiritual consciousness filled the entire narrow space in just an instant.

It's done!

Consciousness finally has a little shape, my shape, and that's exactly what I need right now.

Effortlessly, he moved his psychic body.

It felt very bulky, like a child who had just learned to walk, and no part of myself seemed to be out of my control, and I was even worried that the next moment I would fall to the ground with a thud and break myself into a mass of broken "parts".

Fortunately, at this moment, luck seemed to be on my side, and I staggered two steps, and finally stood firmly in front of me.

Looking at the honor of "myself" in front of me, in fact, it can no longer be regarded as honor, even human beings can no longer be counted, the clean skeleton, the perfect presentation of the human skeleton structure, I believe that if I walk into any medical institution or medical school now, it will be disassembled into a pile of parts in an instant, and those "experts and scholars" will "enjoy" the study.

I suddenly wanted to laugh because it was the first time I had looked at myself so seriously, from such an "alternative" perspective.

"For the first time, the real horse is not perfect. I even complained silently in my heart.

The next moment, I struggled to control my hands and lifted them, and then grabbed my arms like that, leaving only gray and bony arms.

Surprise happens almost instantaneously, in different spaces together.

Meng Po's face was no longer even able to see the previous worry at this moment, because the worry had been completely drowned out by the surprise on her face. Meng Po's brow furrowed because of my movements.

Obviously, Meng Po knew what I wanted to do. It's just that this kind of thing shouldn't happen to a monk in a fateful realm. Spiritual consciousness has always been fragile, even if they are the so-called great gods, they will never dare to expose their spiritual consciousness to others casually, at least the enemy can't, not to mention, it is still such a Jedi as the sea of sand in the Soul Breaking Prison.

"Little guy ......" Meng Po muttered in a low voice, the shock on her face disappeared, and was replaced by a strong sense of playfulness, it seems that even in the next moment, my "cheap brother" will hang up, and it is worth it.

And the other place is still Suzaku's.

There is only one person in Suzaku, so today's Suzaku should be more real. The red mist rolled violently, and even the sound of tearing could be heard coming from the red mist, as if someone was frantically tearing at the red mist in front of him.

In fact, this is also the case, Suzaku's palm was drawn almost instantly, and with just a few simple movements, the red mist in front of him had already been drawn into a human shape. If you look closely, the human form is the shape of Suzaku herself.

The figure began to move, very slowly, as I slowly moved towards myself.

The figure finally moved in front of Suzaku, and then the figure stretched out his palm, but the next moment, the palm exploded into a red mist with a bang, just like the red mist around Suzaku, and there was no longer a human form.

Suzaku moved again, and a red mist of his own shape kept appearing in front of him, but in the end, no figure could catch his hands.

"No?" Suzaku muttered in a low voice, and then raised his gaze, but he was instantly filled with surprise again.

Because he saw that my palm had clearly grasped his arm, it was really grasped, and he could even clearly see that my five fingers were trying to grip my white arm.

"Impossible!" A violent roar finally erupted from the red mist, and this sound, Suzaku didn't seem to be deliberately suppressed, so the next moment, the spirit platform was all the roar of Suzaku, echoing everywhere, like countless lonely souls wandering in the night.

"Made, it seems that she still can't do it. I reached out and grabbed my white arm, but I found that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't drag myself a bit, and the self in front of me seemed to be rooted in this desert, stubborn like those stubborn grains of sand under my feet, desperate for my life to keep me here and become one of them.

I suddenly moved, not in the spirit, but in the white skeleton, but when I moved, it didn't look like I was moving, but like a drunk who had drunk too much, staggering out.

With this stumbling, the distance that was originally less than five meters was shortened a lot in an instant, and now the distance is not even two meters.

Everyone was naturally surprised again, and even exclamations sounded behind Meng Po, naturally it was the worried dragon and the dark two.

"Little one. Meng Po smiled bitterly, and a sigh came out of her mouth, but anyone could hear the full relief in that sigh.

"It's finished?" asked secretly.

"It's done. Meng Po replied.

The distance of less than two meters, Meng Po said it, but I knew that it was still not enough, even if I straightened two arms, but in the end it was still a little worse.

Therefore, the spiritual consciousness almost instinctively rushed out, but the weak force of the spiritual consciousness seemed to be unable to withstand this impact at all.

Psion's hands were on the skeleton's arms, and the skeleton led it towards the fog in front of him, but he finally staggered and fell halfway, towards the sand in front of him.

Almost instinctively, the Psitron's body was short, and then the shoulders were already pressed against the skeleton's armpits, and one of the skeleton's arms was also across the Psion's neck at this time, and finally rested on the other shoulder of the Psion.

At this time, the white fog in the distance was less than a meter away.

So, the spirit and the skeleton fell into the white mist, like two brothers who were supporting each other, but they also staggered, and threw themselves on the soft sofa in front of them. Then the spirit sense and skeleton were already submerged in the white mist, and the white fog stirred, revealing the fiery red in the white mist, and at this time, the spirit sense and skeleton had just poured into the fiery red.

I don't know how long it took me to wake up.

Still in that sea of sand, the white fog in front of him disappeared, the fiery red also disappeared, and the sea of sand that was originally hot like magma also became cold at this time.

I tried hard to open my eyes, but after trying a few times, my eyes finally darkened and I fell into a coma again.

When I woke up again, I finally opened my eyelids, but the first thing that rushed into my eyes was boundless darkness. As his eyes opened, his ears gradually became clearer, and there were heavy breathing sounds in his ears, some low voices, and even the characteristic creaking sound made by bone friction.

Is it dead? Is this a real hell?

The corners of his mouth opened, and he wanted to mock his "efforts" for many years, but only a sigh slipped out of the corner of his mouth.

"Wake up, wake up. A voice rang out over my head.

"Go tell the boss that this guy is awake. Then another voice sounded, and listening to the strength of the voice, it seemed to be roaring at the top of its throat.

I had ideas, I was sluggish, but they were still slowly converging and forming.

"Made, it's noisy, shut up. I complained in my heart, but I fell into a coma again, and this time I was unconscious, but it was not my own reason, it was really because the voice on my head was really loud enough, so loud that it directly stunned me.

When I woke up again, I finally regained some strength, at least I was able to turn my head with difficulty, and I didn't get knocked out by the sound anymore.

With his eyes full of convergence, he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

It's fat and round. So, am I alive? I asked myself, but I didn't even dare to think like that.

"Boss, you're awake. The ball exclaimed, and then his round body took two steps forward, as if that way he could be more clearly sure that I was still alive.

Seeing my movements, the fat man also hurried forward two steps, and looked at me with the same excitement.

"He needs to rest, don't argue with the two of you. A deep voice sounded over my head, but alas, I couldn't see the man's face. But at this moment, I was sure of one thing, in addition to the fat man and the ball, there was a fourth person, or evil thoughts, here.

I do need rest, and I need a lot of rest.

Because I am now surprised to find that I am unable to mobilize the soul cleansing to repair my body, so, the next moment, I choose to let the spiritual consciousness slowly return to the spiritual platform. Therefore, I found that my spiritual platform actually blocked my spiritual consciousness from the outside. In other words, I can't go back to my home now.

What is the situation? Lao Tzu's own body, his own spiritual platform, and his own spiritual consciousness are not even controllable by himself. I don't know what my body looks like, but it must be miserable because I can't feel my own heartbeat. Needless to say, the Lingtai can't go back at all, it's like an elm pimple, and it's placed there, even if I use all the methods, he still doesn't move, if it's a straight man of steel. As for the spiritual sense, although it can still be regarded as my own, but the bursts of weakness from the spiritual consciousness have made me understand one thing, the current state of my horse is definitely not as good as those centenarians who move slowly on the street.

I need to recover, so I need to rest.

So, I struggled to spit out two words: "Quiet." Then his chest rose and fell violently, and he slowly fell silent.

Of course, it was just silence, because that silence had made me lose all my strength, and now I could only use the remaining little strength to maintain my already poor breathing.

Because I wasn't in a coma, I knew exactly what was going on around me.

It was indeed quiet, and there was not even a sound of breathing.

So, I slept peacefully.

When I woke up again, I was sore like an old cow that had just been pulled to the field, put on a rake, and pulled more than a dozen acres of land. However, at this moment, I am happy, because this feeling, this feeling that represents that I am truly alive.

The body seems to have recovered a little, at least I no longer feel so powerless, and now I, although I still can't feel the surging power, but I at least have the strength that a normal person should have.

So, I opened my eyes.

So, I saw the last thing I wanted to see. And this scene is also a hundred years later, I am very glad that I have seen it.

There were people in front of me, some beasts, some plants, and some strange things, but they all had one thing in common, they were all "watching" at me.

The fat man and the round ball stood beside a tall man, whose face was so resolute that he could even see a hint of justice on his unshaven face.

Nima, you are evil thoughts, what the hell is this trace of justice? I suspect that I have finally fallen into the hands of many evil thoughts in this soul-breaking prison.

The man glanced left and right, signaled to the fat man and the ball next to him, and then took two steps back. The meaning is obvious, he will not have any hostility towards me.

The fat man and the round ball leaned up with a smile, and the fat man asked in a low voice, "Boss, how is it?"

"It's okay, I can't die. I replied, and just wanted to get up, but I found that I couldn't move at all.

I looked at the fat man and the ball beside me.

"Boss, this is the evil king vine that all the evil thoughts of our soul breaking prison have turned into, and now you only have a pair of dry bones left in your body, so only this evil king vine can sustain your life. In order to bring you back to life, we had to come up with such a plan, so you can't move now, and the evil king vine is now in a symbiotic form with you. The fat man said.

I believed in the fat man's words, so I didn't ask why this was happening with a hypocritical face like those "little fresh meats", but asked a sentence that surprised other evil thoughts.

"How can I leave this evil king vine?"

"I can't do without. Evil King Vine, one for life, one vine, one vine and one life, now you are the Evil King Vine, and the Evil King Vine is you. ”

Damn, are you bullying me as a patient, that's why you made such a headache to test whether Lao Tzu is stupid?

"How can I move?" I asked again.

"Wait until you're fully recovered, or when you've completely absorbed the Evil King Vine. The fat man said, a dim glint flashing in his eyes, as if it was disappointment.

"Good. The fat man's eyes were dim, but he didn't expect such a word to come out of my mouth. A simple outrageous word.

Evil King Vine, I don't know, but everyone in the Soul Breaking Prison knows, this Evil King Vine doesn't know when it started to appear in this Soul Breaking Prison, but everyone knows one thing, that is, everyone has seen the Evil King Vine, and so far, all of them are second.

On the first side, everyone's evil thoughts were partially extracted and merged into the evil king vine.

The second side is the present.

As for why the fat man said that this evil king vine was transformed by the evil thoughts of all of them, there is also a certain basis, after all, this evil king vine has a wisp of their evil thoughts, so it is not wrong.

Naturally, everyone was amazed at what I said, because they had never seen anyone end up like this. The forest is white and bone, the spiritual platform is empty, there is no trace at all, and the spiritual sense is even more depleted like a mortal.

Therefore, everyone now has such a few thoughts in their hearts.

First, I said this good word, it seems to be serious, it feels like this guy will be able to fully recover his strength tomorrow.

2. Why didn't this guy die?

3. Why did the evil king vine choose such a dying person?

Fourth, what is this guy doing in the sand sea?

I don't know what's going on in the minds of the people, because I have now found something else that makes me happy.

A crack finally opened in my altar.

So, in the next moment, my spiritual consciousness had slowly crawled back to the spiritual platform.

So, in the altar, I saw six legs. When I looked up, my eyes climbed up along the six legs, and finally I saw six legs, and then up, three people.