I also laughed and laughed: "It's easy to say, but the story of this world is not the end of a story." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The laughter of the two of us was very strange in the darkness and in the wind. My body was cold, and the pain under my ribs was still intense. Cold sweat gathered in my head, and then slowly ran across my face, making my face tickle, and I reached out in pain and scratched it twice, and then continued to tell the story to the old bastard.

"There were once three people swimming in the water, and one was killed by the water after swimming for three minutes. Another one was killed by the water after five minutes. Only one person was left crying and running out of the water. From then on, he hated water. For example, when it rains, he doesn't go out. But he lives alone, and if he doesn't go out, he can't go outside to find something to eat, and if he doesn't, he'll die. Since he is going to die, why does he have to go out? But no, he is such a stubborn person, he promises to himself that if he doesn't go out in the rain, he just won't go out, even if he is hungry to death, he still has to fulfill this promise he made to himself. ”

"It's a good story. He crouched down and pinched the left side of my face, and I thought if my eyes could see my left side of my face, it would be purple.

There was a sound outside, the sound of trees and vines being played. There must be life coming over. I listened again and noticed that the sound of trees and vines being plucked was frequent. Someone must have come from the abyss. If anyone has any, it must be the eighteen Foundation Stage monks who were trapped by me in the Dream Technique. My heart is tight, and when they see me, I'm afraid they will torture me. After all, I'm the one responsible for putting them in the illusion of dreams. They will torture me just for the sake of face, and I think, this old man will not kill me, maybe he will wait for them to come, and then kill me.

Disastrous. I'm going to die. People live here, and it actually comes to an end. Killed by the same kind. There are very few other animals that have been killed by their own kind. Human beings are really interesting creatures, and cannibalistic things are always done so often and naturally. If you don't kill me, is it possible? Impossible.

Really. They all came in.

"Why is it so late, eighteen foundation building stage monks can be trapped in one place for half an hour by a warlock level 5 monk!" the old man roared. The echo of his roar echoed through the black hole.

The others were silent, but I didn't look at their faces at this time because of their blackness and mood.

Actually, I didn't do anything harmful to their academy, I just took away a mortal with a primordial root, and then cultivated in their academy for three months. What do they have to lose? No.

I just suddenly fell into the devil and teased that beauty. If I tell them this, will it work? There are no consequences for them to kill me, and it will be a relief to kill me. Although I don't think my things are worth the level of their anger. When you have a time to be angry, why don't you let me go and cultivate on your own?

That's all for the crankiness.

A man walked up to me, and I looked up at him with a look in my eyes—the bearded dean.

His face was indifferent: "Can you still be arrogant? People like you don't live long." I won't live long anyway, so let's stop here. In the afterlife, remember to change again. ”

He raised his hand, which glowed faintly with a glow, which was a manifestation of the vigorous exercise of the vitality.

My right hand was holding my ribs in severe pain, my left hand was propping up the cold ground, my eyes were staring at the darkness ahead, and my heart was helpless!

"Wait, let me come!" was the voice of the beautiful woman I was teasing with.

I didn't look back, I didn't want to look at her again. Today's death, although it was my inner demon that suddenly exploded, was also caused by her. The cause of death will kill me.

"Stop. The old man's voice.

"Is there anything on you?" said the old man's voice again.

The bearded voice: "Yes." ”

"What about Li Hui?" said the old man again.

An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded somewhere in the darkness: "He died from the Abyss Monster three months ago. ”

What's going on? What are they going to do? I clutched the pain under my ribs and turned my head to look at their faces—all with a serious face, as if they were waiting for something important.

I have a strong premonition that the Li Hui they are talking about may be the Li Hui who died of my illusion three months ago......

There was no more than a little silence, and the old man laughed lowly. "He is dead, but you are alive. Creation makes people, or does people make it themselves? It's really a bad fun, and I will come here and take it out again in three days!"

"Master, what about him?" said the bearded dean as he pointed at me.

My nervous heartbeat accelerated. Or do you want to die?

……

The old man healed me. I guessed half of his identity - it turned out that he was the oldest monk in Xianyuan Academy, and he was also the highest cultivator, and he was once the dean of Xianyuan Academy.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him.

I'll describe what he looks like first. His hair was jet black, his eyes were large and bright, and he was full of passion for life. It doesn't look like an old man's eyes. His jet-black hair was casually draped over his thin shoulders. He was dressed in a gray robe, and his eyebrows were silver, thick, dense and curly. The criss-crossing wrinkles on his face finally made him look like an old man. His body is always very straight, so that his relatively short body always gives people a tall image.

When he spoke to me, he would suddenly laugh out loud and inexplicable. There will be a sudden inexplicable indifference. More often than not, there is no expression on his face. A pair of hands is always behind his back.

We were in the courtyard of an attic. Three trees were planted in the middle of the courtyard, an aspen, a date tree, and a linden tree. The three trees are in a triangular shape, with a two- or three-square-meter open space in the middle. He and I were in the shade of this clearing.

Although my injuries were healed by him, the dantian was still sealed, and I don't know what method he used, and even my divine consciousness power that I had only recovered was imprisoned by him. So, now, I'm worse than a mortal.

"I keep you alive for only one purpose. He sat cross-legged with me on the ground, his hands on his knees, his back straight, and his expressionless eyes staring at me with his big, bright, emotionless eyes, and his tone was extremely soft, as if he were saying "I'm eating" very casually.

"The way to give up can only be once, and if you take it again, it will not be compatible with the next body. However, if the physical bodies of the two seizures are different, a second seizure may be performed. Did you know?"

His words made me ponder. I stroked the ribs that were still a little painful, and said without any expression on my face: "You mean, if my body is destroyed, I can still take my body other than a human body?"

The indifference on his face suddenly melted, the wrinkles were crowded together, he laughed, his hands were raised above his head and he made a loud applause, laughed out of his snow-white teeth, opened and closed his mouth: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the body of the snatcher, and the wisdom is really high!"