Ghost Elder and I left the shelter of the dinosaur corpse two minutes ago. Three magicians stared at us.

I yelled, "Kill!"

Then rushed up. But I don't see the ghost old. It turned out that the ghost old man had hid under the corpse of a Tyrannosaurus rex again. I'm reminded of what he said about retaining strength. So I went with me. But the three magicians are staring at us at this time, and of course we will be found if we hide there. One of the three magicians floated in the air, holding the staff he had made of something out of nowhere, and unleashed a skull-sized ball of thunder and struck us. It scared me. I used the Eight Swift Steps and the Light Body Technique, and I used the power of my divine sense to dodge it. The ghost old man didn't know whether he had dodged or not, and whether he had died or not. But I can dodge it, there is no reason why he can't dodge, where should he be hiding.

If you want to preserve your strength, at least you must not let people and evil beasts kill you. In this case, how can I preserve my strength? Not to mention, I think my strength is very weak, and there is nothing to preserve.

I was just a little scared, afraid that the dinosaur's huge teeth would bite my body to pieces, swallow it into its, and then pull it to the ground, and then be pushed into a dung ball by the shell, roll and roll, and finally be eaten by it, and it will die again, and then it will melt into the soil, and then it will be wandered around by the ants and earthworms in the soil in my body that I melted into the soil.

It's a little scary to think about it.

What's wrong with me? How could I think that? Why should I think of such a mess in a situation where my life is under serious threat? I lost my mind for a moment, and my face was a little blank and I looked at the vast white mist, and my consciousness was wide open.

The dragon breathes fire, the Tyrannosaurus rex spits out the wind, and the triceratops stomps the earth. The hail on the earth has been completely dissolved in the fierce battle.

The monk died, died in agony. Magicians also died, but not as many as monks. Although those vicious beasts have rough skin and thick flesh, they are too big in their own goals and slow to move. As soon as several monks in the foundation building period and the Jindan period came up, they could not escape death under the great power.

I feel like the battle is coming to an end. Why are they fighting?

The canes of the three magicians staring at me glowed, and there was a lot of energy in the light. I felt that if I were struck by this energy, I would surely die, and even the power of my consciousness would be destroyed. But I have nowhere to run. I knew that wherever I fled, I would be struck by the light from the cane in their hands and die.

The world in my eyes, the last world in my eyes, is white. I was suddenly not afraid, I was not afraid that I would be bitten into the stomach and turned into poop by the huge teeth of the beast. All traces of my Deming's existence will be shattered into ashes by the energy released by those three magicians, and they will be beaten into nothing, and they will be beaten into nothing.

If I don't have it anymore, why should I be afraid?

I withdrew the power of my consciousness and didn't think about anything. I closed my eyes, forever in time, forever.

The light of energy came, and three beams came. Life dies under energy, and is born within energy. I suddenly thought. Will I be reborn in destruction? The thought crossed my mind, and I was gone.

I don't have it anymore.

(Finale...... This is a novella. Laugh. ）

(By the way, my new one, called "Fantasy Story", is very interesting.) It's much more interesting than "Immortal Daozhen". It's a lot more totally interesting. ）