Chapter Twenty-Seven: Gathering (I)
In the dark belly of the broken mountain,
Wang Tian lay there quietly, motionless, if it weren't for this time, Wang Tian could still feel his breathing, I'm afraid even he would think that he was already a dead man.
Wang Tian's consciousness has recovered, but Wang Tian can't stand up, reborn, it's easy to say, but this process of rebirth is really painful and difficult.
Wang Tian's physical strength has been exhausted by this process of rebirth, so at this moment, he can only lie quietly on the cold floor and slowly recover his strength.
Whew, whew.
Wang Tian gasped heavily, and clenched his palms hard, and a powerful sense of strength arose, and when he landed, there was a little bit of joy on the delicate face that had become dirty at the moment.
Click!
Wang Tian only moved slightly, and a strange sound came from his body, like a seal shattering, and like the sound of bones rubbing.
"Breakthrough?"
The joy on Wang Tian's face froze slightly, and then it turned into ecstasy, spreading to his entire face almost instantly.
As the saying goes, Wang Tian was already a martial artist at the peak of the four heavens of the flesh before, at this time, he was reborn with his bones and flesh, his strength increased sharply, and there was no problem with breaking through, after this breakthrough, Wang Tian's own strength was close to the peak of the five heavens of the flesh.
And according to Wang Tian's estimation, now he, even if he faces Wang Hu of the Flesh Sixfold Heaven, he will definitely not be defeated with one blow!
The breakthrough in strength seemed to help Wang Tian regain a trace of physical strength, he struggled to stand up, and staggered to the gray sarcophagus that had been opened, his eyes looked a little complicated.
"Seniors, thanks to their help, Wang Tian is grateful"
Wang Tian muttered quietly in his mouth, there was obvious gratitude in his eyes, his left hand touched the sarcophagus again, and his hand was cold, but Wang Tian's heart was hot.
Wang Tian's right hand unconsciously swept over his heart, and the brightness in his eyes suddenly darkened.
He hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the smooth and traceless chest, and his whole person was like a lightning strike, and his face turned pale.
His right hand seemed to be attached to his chest again with some uncertainty, and after confirming that there was no original feeling of bumpiness, Wang Tian's whole person seemed to have lost his soul all of a sudden.
Wang Tiansong's left hand opened on the gray sarcophagus, kicking and kicking, and the whole person took three steps back in a distraught, but accidentally tripped over the stones on the stone slab.
Wang Tian fell to the ground, but did not get up again, as if he was dead, lying on the ground, motionless.
"How could it be, how could it disappear?"
Wang Tian muttered quietly in his mouth, until this moment, he realized that at some point, the mysterious diamond-shaped pendant embedded in his heart had disappeared, he couldn't figure it out, since that diamond-shaped pendant was a strange treasure, and the strange treasure had a spirit, how could he easily leave his master?
Wang Tian was puzzled, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to explain.
In the belly of the mountain, it is still dark and winter, and it is deadly silent.
Wang Tian turned over, his dark eyes flashing with extraordinary brilliance.
After a long time, Wang Tiancai got up again, and then rushed to the sarcophagus without the slightest hesitation.
Bang!
Wang Tian threw a fist, and the fist fell heavily on the gray sarcophagus where the mysterious bones were stored.
The sarcophagus was still standing quietly, but Wang Tian's fist had begun to ooze wisps of blood, which showed how much force Wang Tian's previous punch used.
For the piercing pain coming from the fist, Wang Tian didn't seem to be aware.
Bang!
Another punch fell, and the wound on Wang Tian's fist seemed to be bigger, and the blood flowed faster.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wang Tian threw a crazy punch, the blood had soaked the two fists, Wang Tian didn't care, he just wanted to prove one thing now!
Airplanes!
Wang Tian was stunned, he felt the cool power from before again, but this time it was not from his heart, but from his whole body?
Wang Tian stopped rubbing his fists continuously, his dark eyes seemed to begin to become crystalline, and then, tears couldn't stop flowing out, at this time Wang Tian seemed to be a child who had lost his toy and recovered, that was joy!
"I knew, I knew, you wouldn't leave me, you wouldn't"
Wang Tian got up, letting the cool air flow surge all over his body, he took one last look at the mysterious gray sarcophagus, and turned away suddenly, no longer having the slightest attachment.
ps: Ahem, I think it's very good to be able to write it......