The scorching sun is now approaching sunset, time passes with silence a little bit, and many people have left the classroom, most of them just look at Wang Xuan with the mentality of a person watching the excitement, and naturally do not care about his life or death. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crystal coffin has not made any sound since it was covered, and Jing'er has had the idea of opening the coffin directly many times, but she was coldly rejected by Nangong Wentian, on the grounds that the sleeping person should not be disturbed.

Jing'er cared about the safety of the king's choice, and finally felt that such an disturbance might bring danger, so she had to give up and wait anxiously on the side.

And this wait, it's an afternoon.

Nangong Wentian has been leaning on the coffin and pretending to sleep, even the students are unaware of most of the left, it seems that only sleeping is the only thing he wants to do.

However, not only Jing'er, many people are already anxious.

Although Nangong Wentian asked who could try to sleep in the coffin, the meaning was to try the word "try", and after entering, he would come out immediately, which could be said to be a try. And like Wang Xuan, it seems that he really fell asleep in the coffin.

How can this kind of thing be understood?

A person who is in good spirits, if he can say that he is asleep in the coffin, let alone make people believe, even if it is to make people understand, it is an extremely difficult thing to do.

So, after waiting for such a long time, someone finally couldn't hold it back.

"Teacher, it's been so long, why hasn't Wang Xuan made any movement, can't something happen?" Zeng Gang stood up first, for him, Wang Xuan was not only the fifth in the dormitory, but also his good brother.

Nangong Wentian can close his eyes and recuperate when no one calls him, but when someone talks to him, he will react immediately. This is his professional instinct as a teacher, and it is also the ethics that a teacher should have.

As a teacher, preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts.

He won't ignore it, and even if he doesn't want to answer, he will sternly refuse. But now, it's clear that he can't do it anymore.

Because he knows that time has passed the level that everyone can endure, and if he doesn't give a reasonable explanation at this time, then he naturally doesn't need to be a teacher.

"There's a big opportunity here, and in my opinion, he's going to be facing it. Nangong Wentian pondered for a long time, he had been thinking about the answer to this question since noon, but now he could only hold back such a sentence, which naturally showed that he was not good at lying.

The sentence was repeated by him twice, and anyone could tell that it was a prevarication.

"Teacher, if you can, I hope you can release Childe now. Jing'er looked at Nangong Wentian's expression and finally understood something, and said a little resolutely.

It seems that if Nangong Wentian doesn't do it, she will take some tough measures.

Nangong Wentian wanted to laugh a little, but he felt more and more ashamed in his heart, he was the one who entered with his shouting, and now that he has not come out after so long, he can't escape the responsibility.

He naturally felt that Jing'er couldn't help him, and he couldn't even feel any spiritual power fluctuations in Jing'er, just like an ordinary person.

More than a dozen people looked straight at him, or at the coffin behind him, waiting for Nangong Wentian's answer.

Nangong asked the sky and stopped, finally sighed, turned to face the crystal coffin behind him.

He knew very well what it meant to stay in this crystal coffin for a long time, so he didn't want to disturb Wang Xuan, and even if he could, even if Wang Xuan stayed here for the rest of his life, he wouldn't frown at all.

But now, he obviously can't do this, but wants to wake Wang Xuan up from the crystal coffin.

Machine.

However, at this time, Wang Xuan's soul was already out of his body.

After feeling the pain of rising waves like waves, he finally fainted, and this fainting was death.

To his surprise, after his body was bitten inch by inch, the blood was also sucked clean, and even the clothes on his body fell into the belly of the carrion corpse, only the sword was still lying on the ground, and within its radius, there was not a single carrion corpse.

They still seemed to be afraid of the sword, which was still so sharp even though it had no owner.

All of Wang Xuan's consciousness condensed into a ball of white light at the moment of death, and it flew into the air, no carrion corpse could see him, but he found the true face of this pitch black.

The whole world was filled with souls like him, but all souls were pitch black, wandering unconsciously, colliding and shattering, and reuniting again, completely obscuring the sky.

Wang Xuan can't touch himself, but he can touch these souls, these dark souls that are different from his.

He gradually understood the origin of these carrion corpses, the endless carrion corpses, the souls all over the Heavenly Palace, and together they were living beings, people who could smile and think.

Who took their lives, and who made their souls so confused?

Wang Xuan immediately thought of the person who had just taken control of all the rotting corpses, and that person was probably the creator of all this, and the source of this hell on earth!

But he can't do anything now, not even a word.

A soul is the only one who can communicate with it.

Wang Xuan's mind turned, and he turned his target to the soul that seemed the least black around, compared to other souls, it was indeed white enough.

All the places are jet black, only here there is still a slight light induction, glowing with a yellowish light, if it weren't for Wang Xuan becoming a soul at this time, with his ontological ability, I'm afraid that he will look at it for a lifetime, and he won't find any fame.

Because it's not a game where everyone is looking for faults, all the souls are in motion, and it's almost identical, and you don't even know where you're seeing, because you can't see anything at all.

And now, standing closer, it is clear to see.

He could even clearly feel the gentle light coming from above.

Wang Xuan kept wandering, squeezing the unconscious souls one by one, and finally approached the yellowish soul.

"Can you tell me what this place is?" asked Wang Xuan.

He looked at the soul that he didn't seem to notice, and a heart suddenly fell.

"This is a world of nightmares. The yellowish soul slowly turned around, it was an extremely delicate young man, you could still feel his childishness and courage on his face, even now, there was unyielding in his voice.

Wang Xuan was stunned, as if he felt that a whole new world was about to open its doors to him. (To be continued.) )