The funeral night uses the formation map as a medium, on the one hand, it uses the power of the equipment to attack, and on the other hand, it receives the shock from the attack of the man in black.

He was trembling like a vibrator.

And this reaction is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know how long the funeral night will last, and I don't know how long it will last.

Gradually, his flesh began to crack, and blood began to seep out, staining his clothes red, as well as the array.

Pain!

An unspeakable pain, but not a physical pain, but a tearing soul apart.

Funeral Night tried many methods, and even thought about breaking the formation, but they didn't succeed because the strength was not enough.

At the same time, I dare not be distracted, let alone distracted.

Otherwise, if the shock falls, he will definitely explode on the spot, and he can't die.

It's hard to ride a tiger, it's a must-have!

The funeral night gritted his teeth, clasped the soles of his feet, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking particularly hideous.

Fortunately, the great monk was not around, otherwise if he shook his robe, he might have to come to a demon slayer or something?

Maybe it's pain, maybe it's urgency, or maybe it's unwillingness.

After suffering so much, the funeral night suddenly felt a sense of "liberation", not only for the body, but also for the soul.

"Prophet of Vision!"

Surprise on the night of the funeral, he wanted to laugh, this is the best gift from fate.

In this state, the senses are once again infinitely magnified, the thinking is once again infinitely ethereal, and all kinds of obstructed problems come naturally, and the difficulties are solved.

The funeral night relaxes the mind, relaxes the body, the channeling technique is activated, and the meridians in the body are circulating, which is very natural and very stretched.

He did not deliberately control, nor did he deliberately guide, he was simply indulging his freedom, he was simply letting himself go.

The two sides of the stalemate are actually like two people who are tense with a rubber band, you may not be able to pull each other, but you can let go, even if you lose, you can also hurt others.

The funeral night does not consider this to be cheap, but a concession.

He closed his eyes and began to torment himself, like a blacksmith forging a sword, tempered into steel.

Some images also suddenly appeared in my mind, which was a continuous slashing technique.

However, it is not the same as what you have performed, the movements are much more stretched, the speed is much faster, and the changes are much more flexible.

Performing the combo technique over and over again in my mind on the night of the funeral is a skillful process and an opportunity for self-sublimation.

On the night of the funeral, it was found that the eight consecutive slashes did not seem to be the limit, and there should be changes after it.

But this kind of change can't be grasped on the night of the funeral, even in the special state of insight into the prophet, the night of the funeral still can't!

He thought about it for a long time and deduced a lot, but it still didn't work, and he couldn't at all.

Head...... It's starting to hurt again.

But I don't know if it's a recurrence of an old injury, or if it's overuse of the brain, in short, it hurts!

The funeral night dispelled the picture in his mind, and he was lonely in his own world, feeling the two forces of this formation and the backlash passing through the meridians.

Ren Du's two veins, one ice and one fire, are still alternating rapidly, and the five internal organs are running rapidly.

What a strange feeling!

I was able to "see" inside myself.

But it's not a surprise, it's a thriller, okay?

I don't know how long it took, but the funeral night seemed to have seized an opportunity.

Resonance!

Yes, this is resonance, skin, flesh, muscles and bones are resonating, internal organs are resonating, and spirit and spirit are also resonating.

Everything seems to be messed up, so messy that you can't tell which ones are flesh, muscles, and bones, which are internal organs, and which ones are spirits.

But in this kind of chaos, there seem to be traces to follow, and there are rules and regulations.

Bang!

It was like an explosion, or a bolt from the blue.

In short, in the resonance, the funeral night seemed to sense a force, a huge force, different from any exercise he was familiar with.

But déjà vu!

Yes!

This is the power generated after resonance, which is somewhat similar to the trigger of "One Finger to the Sky", but it is not.

"One Finger to the Sky" is a combined attack produced by combining several forces, which has not changed in essence, but has been strengthened in strength.

But resonance is different, it creates a new kind of power

…………

The great monk stood on the periphery of the circle, and when the formation was activated, everything inside had already disappeared, the stone was still stone, and the grass was still grass.

But the people inside are gone, as if the world has evaporated.

But the great monk is not an ordinary person, he is a very knowledgeable old fritter in the rivers and lakes, and he knows what many people don't know.

He didn't move, because there was another energy in the chaos that even he couldn't do, and once he stepped in, life and death were unknown.

But a few more times, a shadow suddenly flashed in the empty green grass, like a ghost, flashing and disappearing.

It was still the night of the funeral, he was vomiting blood, his eyes were bloodshot, he seemed to be in pain, he was suffering!

The great monk was very nervous, but he was not blindly merciful, because Wang Xiaosong provided the information of the funeral night in the letter, and also mentioned the matter of the mountain temple in the seven-star town!

This is not the time to be rash, nor is it the time to be blindly zealous.

All the great monk can do is knock on the skull, pretend to be bone beads, and then match it with the popular crooked scriptures.

It's just that this time it was not the funeral night that was scolded, but the group of people in black.

As night falls, the moon hangs high.

The sun rises in the east and is vigorous downward.

Before you know it, the night passes.

The calm green grass suddenly exploded with a bang, and the great monk woke up suddenly!

"Amitabha meat, the poor monk is actually asleep!"

With the robe in hand, the great monk was ready to fight.

The vanishing scene was suddenly revealed, and the ground was littered with shattered remnants, estimated to be about twenty pieces.

Even the great monks who have seen the world can't help but feel a pain in their hearts.

But there's more gear around, from bronze to silver, gold to artifacts.

The great monk's eyes were full of light, and he was suddenly stunned.

He never thought that this slut with a face would be rich and flowing!

The compensation that was originally intended to be promised was also suddenly disconnected.

For paleness, at least in the face of his riches, is extremely pale.

So the great monk wondered even more, why was he still very keen on those garbage weapons in the Iron Sword Gate?

He has ...... Collection disease?

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, all the equipment suddenly disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

The great monk rubbed his eyes, it was indeed gone, could it be that he was wrong?

Funeral Night lay on the grass, his burlap clothes covered with blood, and the corners of his mouth were still bloody, but not from the enemy, but his own.

Not far from him lay two men in black, panting and sweating profusely, in a better state than on the night of the funeral, but only in limited condition.

After a few breaths, the two of them stood up dizzily, and the first thing they did was to look around to see if this was still their familiar environment!

There is wind, there is the smell of grass, there is sunshine and white clouds.

The two looked at each other and smiled, it was the joy of the rest of their lives.

But when they saw the great monk, murderous intent appeared on their faces again!

There was no sound, only eye contact, and the two had a tacit understanding, and they didn't even need any gestures.

Directly flashed the knife and rushed directly towards the great monk and the funeral night.

(End of chapter)