A place of great despair, monks are rare. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The earth is scorched black, and the tenacious strange trees grow out of the hideous and strange soil and stones, and the black air currents that permeate the earth and the fierce evil aura make the trees change in a variety of ways in the process of growth, and the trees in the lower void are completely different from the trees in any place.

With its pitch-black trunks and pin-pricked leaves, each tree does not grow very tall, but it does everything possible to develop its branches horizontally and expand its territory.

Ten years is enough for a tenacious seedling to grow into a big tree.

The thick fallen leaves, full of the smell of decay, spread on the earth, and the black ferocious aura in the sky intertwined into the unique atmosphere of the Ten Thousand Ancient Cemetery.

This is a paradise for the murderous, killing, the jungle eats, every day, all the time is staged here, only the truly powerful ferocious beasts are qualified to obtain the right to live in this ancient cemetery.

This is a forbidden area for the life of monks, it is a place where powerful monks are not willing to come easily, and it is easy to wade into danger, and the eternal ferocious aura will impact the monk's soul from time to time, affecting the monk's spirit, and if you are not careful, you will never recover.

There has never been a place where monks have come.

Ten thousand extinctions, the land of extinction of all races.

At the moment when Sun Hao's head opened his eyes in the pear blossoms, on a small hill, under a few strange trees, thick fallen leaves vibrate.

A huge shield slowly rose from the ground.

A huge hammer, immediately behind the shield, stood on the ground.

A headless corpse stood up.

Inside the dry body, the bones of the whole body slightly emitted a dark golden light, especially the unequaled spine on the back, which was even more straight and straight, firmly straightening the body upright.

In the dry body, there was no blood circulating, and the severed head had formed a thick blood coffee, but the heart of the body, the small flame, as if lit up by Sun Hao's shaking eyes, began to bloom with warm light.

A faint heat began to flow through the dry body.

It has been dormant, the kind of magical, the more difficult it is, the more tenacious it is, the weak water, the only trace of water left, as if it has been ordered, the water cube, began to emit a faint moisture, warm, warm, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The small flame burned, slowly, condensed into a bright red droplet, and with a ding, it dripped into the heart, turning into a trickle of water, flowing in all directions.

As if the switch of the body was activated, the dormant foreign objects in the headless body began to activate.

A thin stream flowed into the liver, and Mu Dan shook slightly, and began to emit a milky white brilliance.

A thin stream flowed into the kidneys, into the lungs, into the spleen...... Sun Hao's headless body, the power of the five attribute origins, gradually regained its vitality under the nourishment of the trickle, and began to operate slowly.

Sun Hao's body, slowly, stood on the scorched black earth, shook off the rotten branches and leaves of his body, and slowly stood up straight.

The more you stand, the straighter it gets, and the spine finally straightens up.

The still dry body stood firmly on the earth, and the vitality within the body gradually spread.

The abdomen bulged out as if it were blowing, and a dull thumping sound sounded.

In the end, the headless body stood upright on the hill, raised the shield in his hand, and raised the hammer in his hand, as if he was looking up to the sky and roaring.

There was no sound, only the drums.

Maintaining this posture, the headless body does not know how long it has been standing, exposed to the sun and rain, under the wind and thunder, standing proudly.

The dry body seems to have absorbed enough water, and gradually plumps up.

The slightest strength began to flow automatically within the body, and the barbaric form automatically began to operate, and the strength of the body became stronger and stronger.

I don't know how long I stood there.

Headless body, in the heart, completely, almost instinctively, weak to the point of nothing, Sun Hao had just been promoted to distraction, so he forcibly peeled off, and the distraction attached to the body was ignorant, and he woke up a little.

Can't see, can't hear.

Voiceless, colorless, unconscious.

Distraction is not much different from nothing, but the awakening of distraction still brings different changes to the headless body.

Slowly, headless, he took a step forward.

Sun Hao, who stood tall on the hill, stepped out in one step, stepped into the air in one step, unconscious, gurgling, boom, his body rolled down from the hill, like a huge stone, boom, and fell into a pool of water as black as ink.

Inside the waterhole, puffs of smoke rose from the pool.

The Ancient Necropolis fell silent again, as if nothing had happened just now.

The ripples on the waterhole gradually calmed down, as if they had really rolled into a large rock.

Fallen leaves once again obscured the waterhole.

Spring goes to autumn, I don't know how many years have passed.

Chunhua and autumn fruits, the ancient cemetery as always, until a few years later, on the edge of the waterhole, a square shield suddenly, clang, fixed on the shore, and then a hammer, boom, smashed on the shore.

Slowly, a headless skeleton appeared, and without discouragement, he grabbed the shield and hammer in his hand, and climbed up from the pool of water that was as black as ink and extremely corrosive.

Climbed to the shore with difficulty, and within the skeleton, it seemed that he could vaguely pass through the gap in the skeleton and see the five insides that were still intact.

Holding a square shield and holding a hammer.

The skullless body slowly straightened up.

Distraction is ignorant, ignorant and fearless, but there is one thing that distraction is very clear about, and it seems to have become his instinct, that is, as long as he is able, he must stand up straight, stand up straight, stand up straight.

The fighting spirit is in the body, standing upright in the world.

When the body was completely straight, on the skeleton of the limbs, the dark golden power began to flow, and the flesh and blood gradually grew back.

On the shore of the waterhole, I don't know how long I stood proudly, and my body returned to normal again.

The headless body took another step forward.

The heavy body stepped out in one step, stepped on the leaves, slipped and the body that had just climbed the waterhole involuntarily, with a bang, fell into the waterhole again.

Day after day, year after year.

The headless body has no concept of time at all, and has no sense of direction at all, in the most typical waterhole of this extremely corrosive, Wanzhu ancient cemetery, climbing, falling, climbing, falling...... I don't know how many times I repeated it, and I don't know how many years it lasted.

Later, after falling into the pool, the body was no longer corroded, and the regrown body was enough to resist, the headless body finally stubbornly walked out of the area shrouded in the pool, aimlessly, lightly footed, heavy foot, wherever it went, stepped on whatever it was, and began to wander around the ancient cemetery.

Time flies by in a wandering.

With a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right, he counts wherever he goes, and what he encounters.

There is no destination, and I can't see the direction clearly.

It's just going on, casually.

Fall, get up, and keep going.

was attacked, instinctively erected the shield, swung the hammer indiscriminately, the enemy was destroyed, continue to move forward, the enemy was not destroyed, was gnawed to only bones, after a while, straighten up again, continue to move forward.

No fear, no feeling.

The headless sound was in the Ten Thousand Ancient Cemetery, going deeper and deeper, and everywhere it passed, the black fog became stronger and stronger, and the frequency of falling to the ground became higher and higher.

But in any case, instinct, the slightest obsession of distraction, is always supporting the headless body, as long as you can stand up, you must stand upright.

The fighting spirit can never be dispersed, and the fire in the heart can never be extinguished.

The foreign bodies of the five attributes are forced to automatically protect themselves, automatically absorb all the breath in the air that is useful to them, strengthen themselves, and replenish their consumption.

The Savage Form is always in a state of activation, always cultivating independently, and in this harsh environment, under the absolute fearless spirit of the headless corpse, it has made great progress.

Wander among the Jedi, reincarnate in death.

The headless body of the headless immortal, in the process of falling down again and again, standing up again and again, gradually changed, the body became taller and taller, the body became more and more tenacious, unconsciously, I don't know how many years have passed, the headless and immortal body, unconsciously, has grown into a big man who is not weaker than ordinary barbarians.

One hand holds a shield, the other holds a hammer.

The land of all things is getting deeper and deeper. (To be continued.) )