When the whole world thought that Chen Changsheng's life was very good, only he knew that his life was short.

When the whole world, even himself, thought he was going to die, but he survived.

He didn't die.

He lay in the rain on the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, pale and weak, but he did not die.

The whole world was silent, dead silent.

The torrential rain was raging in the night, and when the lightning kept terrorizing the Tianshu Mausoleum, the Tianhai Holy Empress slapped a palm on the top of Chen Changsheng's head, not to kill him, but to save him.

At this time, the rain has become extremely faint and silent.

The people in Kyoto are still asleep and have not woken up.

Ji Daoren stood on the rain street and looked at the direction of Tianshu Mausoleum, thinking to himself who is really awake?

He didn't expect that this matter would usher in such a change.

Since six hundred years ago, since two hundred years ago, since twenty years ago, he has been preparing for tonight, vigilant for tonight, planning for tonight.

He had arranged countless backhands for tonight, and made the most perfect preparations, whether it was the Heavenly Sea Holy Empress killing Chen Changsheng or eating Chen Changsheng, it was all in his game.

The real killing of his bureau is still in the rainforest of Tianshuling, and no one has found out.

The Holy Empress of Tianhai is the current master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and she said that the Tianshu Tomb is her home turf and there is no problem.

But he is the orthodox heir of the state religion, and the Tianshu Mausoleum is also his home field.

He was ready, when she killed Chen Changsheng, she would uncover the truth of the whole thing, shake her soul and will, and then use the infinite holy light released by Chen Changsheng when he was alive and die to stimulate the Heavenly Dao induction, sacrifice the starry sky, please punish her, and directly punish her on the spot.

But...... Tianhai did not kill Chen Changsheng, nor did he eat Chen Changsheng.

Then even if he uncovered the truth of the whole thing at this time, there would be no way to break a crack in her Dao heart.

Chen Changsheng is still alive, and he naturally has no way to use the holy light contained in his body, please use the divine punishment.

There are many things that Ji Daoren didn't understand, such as why did she save Chen Changsheng?

After all, the tiger is still poisonous and does not eat children? No one believes that the Heavenly Sea Holy Queen will care about this, at least not he.

Are you really not afraid of the backlash of the Heavenly Dao?

He looked into the distance in silence and understood something—the choice had been made, and the effects were just beginning to show.

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Chen Changsheng knew best about the changes in his body and knew what was going on.

At that time, the violent wind and rain washed his body, like a light snake-like lightning illuminating the dark world, the Tianhai Holy Queen did not turn around, her right hand came with countless wind and rain, the power of the mountains, and fell directly on top of his head, the great power of heaven and earth and the breath of incomparable vicissitudes of life, poured into his body.

In an instant, it was really just a moment, and the moment he didn't even have time to think, everything in his body was shattered. Whether it was the internal organs that had already appeared countless cracks in advance, or the meridians that were already full of holes and broken into cliffs, or those qi holes, they were all directly shattered and melted into the bones and blood.

Everything happened in a very short period of time, but for Chen Changsheng, it was like a hundred years, and in the time fragment that he didn't have time to think, he felt too much pain, and those pains had countless forms and tastes, all of which were mixed together, turning into countless knives, cutting into the deepest part of his soul through countless angles and techniques.

This is not the end, but the beginning.

In an instant, it was really just a moment, and it was too late to even despair, everything in his body began to reorganize, whether it was those organs that were cracked into petals, or the meridians that were broken into sand, or the qi that had been miserable and shapeless, under the combined action of that magnificent power and vicissitudes of life, it began to condense and then take shape.

In the moment between the two moments, only the appearance of his whole person was intact, and the inside had turned into a sea of blood.

In the sea of blood, there is gradually a white lotus, which is bone, then there is coral, that is meat, then there are branches, that is the meridians, and then there are leaves, which is the qi.

The crushed viscera, meridians, and qi gradually recombined and took shape and returned to his body.

If anyone were able to see these images, they would be shocked by the magic.

For Chen Changsheng, who endured all this, this was an extremely painful process.

To describe extreme pain, he often uses pain to penetrate the bone marrow, but his bone marrow is broken, and then re-condensed into a stream.

There is also a word called pain in the heart, but his heart is also broken, and then gradually resurfaces in the sea of blood.

This is destruction, but also rebirth, or rebirth, this is the change of heaven and earth, this is the change of the sun and the moon, but in a person's body.

Don't say it's him, even if he folds his sleeves, he will definitely not be able to bear this pain.

Kyoto in the wind and rain echoed his cries of pain, that is, he was fighting against this pain.

At that time, his mind was already numb with pain, until it was about to dissipate, and if it did, then even if he woke up, he would become an idiot.

The more likely outcome is that his sea of consciousness is directly shattered, and in the process, he dies silently.

Obviously, the Heavenly Sea Holy Queen didn't care if he could withstand this, she was just doing what she wanted to do.

She looked indifferent, looked at the rainy night, and stroked the top of his head with her right hand, continuing to bestow the most merciful gifts and the most cruel torments.

Very lucky, maybe because of the sharpening of the sword intent ocean, maybe because of the example of folding his sleeves, maybe because of the night of many days, in the autumn forest of Baicao Garden, the Holy Queen of Tianhai once ordered a drop of tea in the center of his eyebrows, or because Chen Changsheng's soul always had a touch of unwillingness in the deepest part of his soul, so he held on.

After a long night, seemingly countless nights, he came to his senses.

There are still some remnants of that magnificent power and long-lasting vicissitudes of life that continue to go back and forth in his body, the process is over, the pain is still continuing, and countless extremely cold and real knives are indifferently moving through his body, continuing to scrape his flesh and bones, God and will.

He was in extreme pain, and that was acid.

He felt that there were countless ants greedily gnawing at him everywhere in his body, from his hair to his toes.

He didn't have any strength, he couldn't even open his eyes, he could only sit and watch.

His consciousness moved slightly, and he began to observe the changes in his body.

It was a picture that was somewhat familiar, but that had changed dramatically.

The lake water hanging in the sky is still clear, the Lingshan is lonely and silent in the middle, the door of the secluded mansion has been opened, and there are several yellow leaves falling on the stone steps in front of the door, it seems that no one has come for a long time.

The wasteland was covered with a thin layer of snow, very loose, as if as long as the wind blew, it could be carried away, it should be the starlight that had just fallen at the previous moment.

In the original place of the snowfield, there is gradually melting snow water, which is flowing slowly in the field, and those fine snow water converge into streams, and then into rivers, and continue all the way.

Front...... There are no broken cliffs, no dry riverbeds, no endless abysses, just ...... A flat field!

(There's another chapter in the evening.) ）