Yin Nian's eyes were bloodshot, and her stiff hand was about to dig into her throat.

Everyone says that the pain is unbearable.

But how much it hurts, and how much it hurts, is actually something that only a living person can say.

A dead man can't tell how much pain he has.

Yin Nian had several near-death experiences, which can be described as experience, but that was only near-death.

She didn't expect to really experience what it was like to die.

It's not just the physical pain, it's a very clear that she's dead, the kind of trembling that comes from the soul, screaming in her bones, making her teeth chatter, her desire retreats, her reason doesn't exist, revealing the uncontrollable feces and urine when she was born, greedy for survival, only crying and hunger, the most primitive and unbearable side of human nature.

Death is a mirror.

It shows her twisted and screaming face, and her scarred and timid heart.

It turned out that she was not as brave as she thought.

She was scared.

She couldn't see anything, she only felt pain and blackness, her limbs were unconscious, she didn't know what she was doing, she tried to lift her hands, kicked her feet, but she didn't feel anything, did she lift?

It was as if a huge chessboard had appeared in front of her, and she had laid out countless delicate chess.

But the more you go, the narrower you go, the slower you go.

She saw that she had suddenly flipped over the board.

There was a crackle, and the chess pieces fell to the ground.

Someone cut out her ears and gouged out her eyes.

didn't know that outside, they were frantically pressing her hand.

The clothes on Snail's body were torn open by Yin Nian, and there were countless blood marks on his body and face, he said hurriedly, but he didn't dare to hurt Yin Nian with force in his hands, "Hurry up!" ”

"Don't let her hurt herself!"

She is trying to survive, and she is in pain, so her body is spontaneously moving closer to death, she will subconsciously dig out her throat, pull out her heart, cut the trachea of breathing, and her body and spirit are contrary.

Yin Nian's mind was full of 'live', unable to think about why he was in this situation.

She asked herself countless times.

What's wrong?

She even forgot what was going on.

Xiao Miao and the others seemed to feel the turmoil outside and her struggle.

More and more hoarse, "Hurry! ”

"Hurry up!"

It swelled violently, and began to extract the life force from its own body and pour it into Yin Nian's body.

And Yin Nian's hard-working expansion of the spiritual storage platform has been destroyed and tattered by the army of the three regiments.

The Soul Collector didn't react at first, and then it was too late to resist.

It uttered a mournful and heart-rending cry.

Calling out to his master's thoughts.

Its sharp call made Yin Nian become clear a little bit.

The struggles in her hands weakened.

There was a terrible sound of 'huhe' and 'huhe' in his throat.

With every breath, a blood clot squeezes out of the throat and squeezes the minced flesh.

Her bloodshot eyes slowly closed again, and her two messy hands smashed back onto the bed.

She seemed to be asleep, but her eyes twitched violently, and under her eyelids, her eyeballs rolled wildly.

It seemed to sense her struggle.

The Soul Bench worked harder, and the baby cried out to her biological mother who had single-handedly created herself.

The vitality in the juice continues to flow into the heart of Yinnian.

Yin Nian finally condensed a wisp of spiritual power and sank into his body.

She described her as withered, looking tired and lifeless, and the first recovery from a serious illness was not enough to describe her emaciated and haggard.

She looked at her miserable Soul Storage.

The spirit body with only a handful of bones left slowly squatted down, cherishing and caressing it with his hand.

This is the foundation of her life since she was first freed at the age of eighteen, built by her own hands, little by little.

Accompanied her through how many ghost gates.

If there is no spiritual storage platform, it is a wasted person.

If there is no spiritual storage platform, no matter how much spiritual power comes in, as long as the operation of spiritual power is stopped, the spiritual power in the body will be like quicksand in the hand, and it will collapse if it cannot be held.

"It's so hard for you." Yin Nian's three legions hid behind and did not dare to come out.

Yin Nian's hand stroked the broken but still saved spiritual storage platform again and again.

The Soul Stack conveyed a feeling of extreme grievance and anger.

It was betrayed!

The three balls in Yin Nian's body want to rebel!

Yin Nian smiled helplessly.

The next moment!

She slammed forward.

Rumble!

The last bit of foundation of the Soul Storage Platform was also blasted into powder.

Yin Nian suddenly lost support, unable to hang his head, but there was madness in his eyes gradually converging, "I'm sorry, it's not their fault." ”

"It's me, I'm going to ruin myself!"

She's going to do something earth-shattering.

But he chose an ordinary sunny day and dropped a cannonball on the surface of the lake without waves.

calmly overturned all the chessboards he had painstakingly laid out.

……

In a large dense forest outside Red Fox Street.

There were footsteps everywhere.

There are people who come alone.

There are also those who support each other.

They gritted their teeth and ran forward, avoiding the enemies behind them, but their eyes were fixed on the direction of Red Fox Street in front of them.

"It's almost there."

Sister Yuan wiped the blood that flowed from her face to her neck, half of her face was shaved off, one eyeball disappeared, and the other eye laughed into tears, "It's good to arrive." ”

She also dragged many young girls, all of whom had their noses shaved and their faces cut off.

Some are too young.

In fact, she had lost too much blood and lost her breath, but Sister Yuan refused to let go and dragged a group of people forward.

"It's good to be there."

She kept crying and repeating the phrase.

There was a sudden stumbling on her feet, and she fell to the ground.

I thought it was because my legs were weak, but I found that the ground was trembling.

She turned, and two huge swirls appeared in the sky behind her.

It's like two rounds of sunshine, swinging a sword across the sky, carving a deep trace, which is as long as nine heavens.

"The breath of the god-king."

The people who were also hurrying with their burdens next to them recognized the source of the two suns.

"It's not the sun."

"That's two people."

Two people wrapped in golden light.

"Someone has become a god-king!"

Hurried drums, bells, came, it was the Feng family's phoenix drum, the Mu family's divine bell, they also heard the sound of a hundred beasts, Feng Yuan followed in the light of the sun, and for the first time felt raised eyebrows.

It is attached to Mu Yang's body, and at this moment it looks down proudly at the audience, with unparalleled pride in the world!

She finally saw the two of them in the dawn of the day.

Mu Yang.

Feng Qing.

Did you really become a god king?

Sister Yuan moved her dry lips, which were only half of them, and sat down on the ground, "It's here...... Can it really get better? ”

Mu Yang felt the power flowing in his palm, and he smiled slightly, "Feng Yuan? ”

His back is hot.

That Feng Yuan was able to speak.

It's a clear but haughty voice.

"Master, you're calling the wrong name again."

"That's a stupid name from before."

"I now have a new name from my master, and I am called Nirvana."

Mu Yang laughed.

……

The sound of bells and drums rained down on the cloud island.

Yin Nian's pupils finally stopped moving, but her eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The light of the two people outside seemed to be about to reach the cloud island, so that she could experience the reversal of day and night.

Yin Nian moved his lips.

Bang.

The medicine brought by Grandma Ma smashed on the ground.

She stood outside the barrier, looking at Yin Nian like a ghost.

"Yin Nian." Her voice trembled, "Where's your spiritual power?" ”

"What about your realm level?"

"You ......"

How did you become a wasteman?