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Footsteps sounded, and the old man hurriedly walked up, glanced at Ying Yiran, who turned over and sat up, and continued to walk to the last floor.

Ying Yiran hurriedly followed, looked down at the hall on the twenty-second floor, and saw that the water had already overflowed most of the steps, and couldn't help but feel gloomy.

There are less than two floors left, and Mowgli has not yet achieved any results, so it seems that this trip is more auspicious.

The two came to the rotunda on the last floor one after another, and glanced at Wuji sitting in the center of the hall, the old man was shocked and exclaimed, "Not good!"

When Ying Yiran heard this, his heart contracted suddenly, and his face turned pale.

The old man looked around, saw the round hole above Mowgli's head, and stretched out his finger. "Again, go up and have a look. ”

Without thinking, Ying Yiran jumped up and penetrated into the triangular space that Wuji had ever seen. She reported what she saw to the old man. The old man said, "Just stay on it, try to adjust your breathing, and don't come down no matter what happens." ”

"Why?" Ying Yiran felt a strong sense of unease. "What do you want to do, sir?"

The old man looked at Wuji, who was motionless, but his head was like a fireball, and said in a deep voice: "Wuji wants to force this book of heaven to solve it, his brain power is not enough, I must help him." He said as he sat down cross-legged and sat back to back with Mowgli.

Ying was also shocked, jumped down, and stopped the old man.

"No, sir. Ying Yiran burst into tears and shook her head again and again. "Sir, you will die. ”

The old man gently brushed Ying Yiran's hand away. "If we can't unlock this book of heaven, we will all die. I am old, and I have no regrets about dying for the Word. You and he are still young, and you shouldn't just die here. Child, obedient, hide on it, don't come down. I hope that before the lake floods the entire spiritual platform, the brainpower of the two of us will be able to unlock the secret of this heavenly book. ”

Ying Yiran burst into tears and couldn't cry.

She knew what the old man wanted to do, and she knew how dangerous it was. But she also knew that this was the only hope, if they couldn't unlock this Heavenly Book and break the Zifu Mountain before the lake flooded the entire Lingtai, they would all die here.

"Go ahead. The old man pushed Ying Yiran away, closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, raised Wuji's palm, and put it on his head, and stretched out his palms and stuck it on Wuji's head.

Ying Yiran saw it in his eyes, knowing that he had no power to return to heaven, so he had to grit his teeth, fly up, and sit in that small space, crying while waiting for the last moment to come.

Tears passed through the round hole, dripped on the top of Mowgli's reddened head, and then turned into steaming vapor.

Mowgli didn't see anything, didn't hear anything. All his brain power is calculating, and his control over his physiological functions has been reduced to a minimum in an unnatural way, and he has no time to process any information from the outside world, and naturally there is no way to know the conversation between the old man and Yingyiran.

However, he felt the breath of an old man. In his mind, he seemed to suddenly have a new brain, and countless thoughts gushed by, like a meteor crossing the night sky, instantly illuminating the newly owned world.

The old man's white hair stood on end, and puffs of green smoke came out. A large amount of blood poured from the limbs of the body to the head, and the skin of the face that was originally engraved with wrinkles suddenly stretched out, and the complexion that was pale from the cold quickly turned bright red, and even the scalp was red and shiny, as if there was light shining through.

The red light on Mowgli's head dimmed a little and was no longer so dazzling.

Ying Yiran crouched in the triangular space, looking down at the top of the two people's heads, covering her mouth tightly, for fear that she would cry out and interfere with the old man and Wuji. Bean-sized tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and landed on the heads of Mowgli and the old man, only to be vaporized in mid-air by the heat they emitted.

The white mist covered her teary eyes.

Suddenly, she regretted it.

If it weren't for her promise to help the old man, the old man wouldn't have risked implementing this plan.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't control her feelings and accepted Wuji's love half-pushed, Wuji wouldn't have chased him here regardless of it.

She has an unshirkable responsibility for the deaths of these two people.

Now, they're going to die, and she's going to die. One of them is for the Tao, the other is for love, and they die willingly, but she can't forgive herself.

Remorse is like a silkworm, gnawing at her heart.

In Ying Yiran's hazy teary eyes, a bright light suddenly flashed, instantly illuminating the entire hall and the lake that had just flowed into the room.

Ying Yiran looked at Wuji in surprise.

Wuji opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and quietly looked at the hall in front of him, as if a streamer flashed in his eyes.

"I see. He muttered, "I'm unraveling." ”

Ying Yiran turned over and jumped down, and was about to speak, but found that the old man was motionless, and did not stand up like Mowgli, but still sat cross-legged motionless, even if the lake water had soaked up to his side, he didn't feel it at all.

With a "buzz" in her head, Ying Yiran rushed over with an arrow step, squatted in front of the old man, and called softly. "Sir?"

The old man didn't move.

Ying Yiran cautiously stretched out her hand and put it on the old man's neck. The old man's skin was still slightly warm, but his pulse had disappeared. She hurriedly brushed away the old man's slightly drooping eyelids, and then the old man's pupils had dilated.

I don't know when, the old man is already dead.

"Sir—" Ying Yiran snorted and fell to the ground crying.

Wuji was startled and hurriedly walked over. He didn't touch the old man, because he sensed that the old man's qi was dead.

A face sounded in his mind, the kind and wise face of the old man. With a calm smile and ardent hope, he looked at Wuji quietly, didn't say anything, and then slowly disappeared into Wuji's mind.

In an instant, Wuji suddenly understood something, and was stunned for a while, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He knew why he seemed to have an extra head all of a sudden, his computing power had increased dramatically, but his pressure had dropped instead of rising.

That's because the old man connected with him and opened his brain without reservation. In order to be able to provide him with all his brain power, he cut off his vitality and used all the last vitality for his brain.

He also knew why some knowledge appeared in his mind that did not belong to him, which was a gift from the old man before his death, and he left him the experience of his life's practice.

Although he hadn't carefully examined it yet, and he didn't know how many gifts the old man had left him, he knew that what the old man left him at the last moment must be the knowledge and wisdom that he cherished the most in his life.

That smiling face, that calmness in the face of death, is one of them.

Wuji stepped forward and pulled up the grief-stricken Ying. "Again, now is not the time to be sad. We have more important things to do. ”

"Sir is dead. Ying Yiran threw herself into Wuji's arms and cried. "Sir, he's dead. ”

"I know, I know. Wuji gently patted Ying Yiran's back. "Mr. seeks benevolence, his soul returns to heaven, he walks very calmly, walks very calmly. We must not fail him, we must complete his incomplete mission, and we must not let Mr. Husband's sacrifice go to waste. ”

Hearing the word mission, Ying was also stunned, the crying gradually subsided, but the tears still flowed well.

"What are we going to do?"

"I'll help you raise your level, and then you blast this hall open. If we're lucky, we'll be able to survive. Wuji hesitated: "However, you ......"

"Okay!" Without waiting for Wuji to finish speaking, Ying Yiran gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and wiped his tears vigorously. "You can do whatever you have to do, and no matter what the pain is, I can bear it. ”

Wuji's eyes were a little weird, he glanced at the old man's body, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"You...... You'll have to take out your husband's Neidan first. ”

"What?" Ying was stunned for a moment, and her eyes immediately became fierce. She snapped, "Mr. is dead, and you still want me to take his Neidan?"

Wuji didn't say anything, just nodded.

The icy water of the lake gradually rose and reached the old man's neck. Under Wuji's gaze, the old man's body slowly floated up, the clothes on his back bulged and were torn again, and a piece of blue-black back armor was exposed, shining in the darkness with a deep light, just like the old man's deep eyes.

He was indeed a spirit turtle.

Seeing this scene, Ying Yiran was also silent. She knew that this was not Mowgli's plan, but the old man's plan. Only the old man himself knows what the Nedan is for, and only if the old man is willing to use the last thought to transform into a shape, she will have a chance to get his Nedan.

The inner pill is the crystallization of the old man's lifelong practice, but the old man has not reached the Great Perfection realm, his inner pill can only be taken out in the form of a spirit turtle, and in the form of a human being, his inner pill is just a ball of vitality and cannot be taken out at all.

Ying Yiran bit her lip: "Do you know what to do?"

Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little surprised. Before that, he hadn't thought about what he should do at all, he just wanted to unravel the principle of this heavenly book, and he hadn't thought about how to apply it at all. These are all issues that have not yet been discussed, and they need to be discussed with the elderly. But now, he seemed to know.

Wuji replied without thinking: "Intention needle." ”

"You have opened your eyes, can you use the needle?" Although Ying Yiran was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback.

Mowgli was also a little strange and wrinkled his nose. "It should be...... A gift from my husband. ”

Ying Yiran pondered for a moment, looked at the lake that had flooded up to his waist, gritted his teeth, pulled the spirit turtle transformed by the old man's body over, held it up with both hands, held it high above his head, and gently rested it on his head.

In an instant, the top of her head and arms turned red, as if three invisible flames erupted from her body, enveloping the spirit turtle in it.

The skin and flesh of the spirit turtle melted instantly, but not a single residue or dirt fell.

A thought flashed through Wuji's mind, and then there was some faint regret. At such a time, Ying Yiran used the Samadhi True Fire to send the old man to the end, although it was the most sincere respect, but it wasted the precious true element, which was really not rational.

A moment later, the firelight dissipated, and a jade-like inner pill the size of a grain of rice appeared in Ying Yiran's palm.

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