The old man, who was already very depressed, was provoked by Xu Mo again, and once again a mouthful of blood spurted out, directly spraying Xu Mo with a bloody face.

Tremblingly raised his arm, stretched out a finger and swayed back and forth at Xu Mo, his mouth opened, but he didn't make any words, but exhaled deeply.

Stabilizing his injuries, he poked his palm into the void and grabbed a huge coffin, on which purple-gold light flowed, and not only that, but there were strange and mysterious rune carvings on it.

Hate glared at Xu Mo very much, turned around and raised his hand to wave the lid of the coffin, stepped in, sat inside and looked at Xu Mo again with deep eyes, sighed lightly, threw out a streamer of light, and flew towards Xu Mo.

When Xu Mo grabbed the streamer, before he could see what it was, he heard the old man's leisurely words.

"This life-saving talisman jade can only save you three times, remember to come and help me get out of trouble after turning into a god, okay, I'm going to fall asleep." ”

Before Xu Mo could inquire, the old man directly closed the lid of the coffin, and then the coffin sank towards the ground like a real thing falling into the water, and the surrounding soil and stones also emitted faint ripples.

In fact, Xu Mo has a lot of doubts in his heart now, but he can't talk about it, after all, he just got this life-saving baby, and he didn't even know how to use it, so he disappeared briefly, and the old man was too pitiful.

No matter how you say it, you have to tell yourself how to use it, otherwise when you want to save your life, you can't use it, isn't that equivalent to a useless thing, Xu Mo thought so.

Looking at the empty lawn, and then at the faint light that gradually dissipated, he raised his hand and carefully calculated the time, and found that it was still very early before dawn, and leaned down and sighed.

He has already regretted a little, why didn't he talk to the old man for a while, so that he could stay up until dawn, and he could see the road clearly, otherwise what was the difference between this and a blind man looking for a lamp.

It's not a matter of staying where you are, it's better to wander around and grope ahead, there will always be a way, otherwise it's a waste of time to stay here.

If he wants to do it, he will raise his feet and walk straight, but as soon as he takes a step, he feels the feeling of his legs and feet in the air, and it is too late to retract the steps he took.

Darkness, as deep as the abyss, his hands frantically grabbed to the side, trying to grab something to fix his body, but unfortunately the space around him seemed to be empty.

This dark space, as if there is a power of time, is constantly scrubbing Xu Mo's body, which is a clean chin, on which black hair gradually grows, and on the empty cheeks, it seems to be carved out little by little by a carving knife.

If he fell as usual, Xu Mo would not be too flustered, but the power of time in this fall actually began to corrode the body through himself, which made it impossible for him not to panic.

Because Xu Mo himself controlled the power of the artistic conception, this feeling was quickly dissipated by him, but the falling figure was still falling, as if there was no bottom line below, so that no one could believe it.

He tried to communicate with the ontology, but found that he couldn't feel the ontology at all, as if the connection between himself and the ontology had been cut off with a knife, which frightened him, so he had no choice but to shout to the surroundings: "What's going on, where am I?"

As soon as the voice came out, a burst of echoes came back, but a vortex of flickering dim light appeared in front of him, but it could not illuminate the surrounding environment, but just fell with him.

After a few breaths, he figured it out that he had no other way than to enter this whirlpool, and it was better to go in and gamble than to fall to his death.

Carefully raised his feet and walked towards the vortex, there seemed to be a special suction force on it, and he directly sucked his body in, and after inhaling it, the vortex slowly shrank until it was invisible.

Suddenly, where Xu Mo had just left, a thumb appeared, with a pair of blood-red eyeballs on it, and a mouth full of fangs, staring at the place where Xu Mo had just left and carefully inspecting it.

After a while, the thumb that didn't notice any abnormal movement asked hoarsely to his left: "We finally found him, why did we let him go, why don't we cut him off, so as not to leave a big trouble in the future." ”

There was silence for a long time, only his echo like a golden cracked stone, constantly wandering here, like a child who couldn't find his family, constantly scurrying around.

Just when the thumb was about to get angry, a cracked eyeball appeared, causing a fluctuation at him, and then a dull voice came from above: "We have only recovered a little bit of strength, and we can't kill him at all, let alone Huang, he is just a clone, if you want to hurt his body, the price is too great." ”

"However, we have been trapped here for a long time, and if we kill him in this era, everything will be restored to our original state. ”

Thumbs stared at the scarlet eyes, looked at the eyeball fixedly, and shouted hysterically in justification, he just wanted a simple answer, a reason not to kill Xu Mo, but to let him go.

The broken eyeballs circled around his thumb, and then laughed at himself: "I really regret creating you in the first place, you are really hopelessly stupid!"

"You...!"

The huge spiritual power emanated from the thumb, like a monstrous wave swimming in this space, almost wanting to dispel the darkness in the space, which can be called the dawn before dawn, and the clear sky after the rain has cleared the sky.

It was all useless, the eyeball only flickered slightly, and all the power collapsed inch by inch, just like dust, and it turned into nothing.

Then, as if the thumb had been hit and squeezed endlessly, the whole body had shrunk into a ball of flesh, and there was a continuous 'click' screeching sound from it, which was the sound of a bone about to break.

"Heavenly Dao, do you really want to kill me?"

The finger held on to the pain of being squeezed, and shouted at the eyeball.

He doesn't understand it very much now, why should he kill himself when he created himself, just because he said the wrong thing, he still can't control his emotions.

Feeling the constantly oppressed body, blood flowers bloomed on his skin, and his thumb scolded urgently: "No wonder Xu Mo wants to kill you, many people want to kill you, you are simply too careful, yes, too careful." ”

"Hmm,!" the eyeball whispered, and then the thumb was instantly freed, but the eyeball crossed the space to come to him, and then asked suspiciously, "You want to kill me too, you must know that you were created by me!"