By the way, I forgot to mention that the strip of cloth is orange.

The eunuch's clothes, bright colors, flowing strips of cloth, and persistent tortoise, in the pre-dawn darkness, once again climbed into the well, down into the water, and persevered in trying to break through the limits of life.

Dragon Ball, reproducing the magic, wraps it inside.

Sink.

Sink.

Sink.

It's a break.

Actually, it's easy to sink down, and it's hard to pad up.

The ears were not a problem, the true qi filled the skull, which was enough to resist the water pressure, and Fang Yin's brain did not enter the water.

It is by no means reckless, it is by no means impulsive, and now the heart of the lower Yin is proud and proud.

How many people are there?

Sink.

Sink.

Sink.

Suddenly, the brilliance appeared, and it was a bright pearl, shining on the four walls, and Fang Yin was bright.

Don't be frightened, deal with it calmly.

It's an adaptation.

Close your eyes, sit cross-legged, and sink slowly.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and the water is getting deeper and deeper, and there is no scale under the eight hundred feet, only a name.

Water is like a mountain like a mountain, its weight is more than ten thousand, if the blood vessels are almost bursting, the body is about to collapse, and the mind is about to be lost.

1,800 thousand, how easy it is to say!

Sink.

Sink.

Sink.

It's a confrontation.

Fang Yin struggled to support.

If you have a big hand, close your five fingers together and hold it tightly, squeezing it hard!

There is water in the body, the water is receiving Fang Yin, and there is qi in the body. Water is repelling Fang Yin. Fang Yin is not a stone after all-

How to describe it?

Just be a Taoist priest. It's an orange.

Then this well is a juicer.

There is an iron plate on the top, an iron plate on the bottom, and the orange is sandwiched in the middle, still forcibly resisting.

In order not to be crushed to the point of bursting, in order not to be squeezed out of the juice, in order not to turn into plasma explosion and die, the orange is cheering for himself-

There is air in the water.

The skin can breathe.

Will be incarnated as a dantian.

Stored in every square place.

Suck when bearing. Calling Shi Yu, a light slowly sank in the deep and dark world, thousands of extremely small bubbles slowly rose, there was a wonderful balance, Fang Yin had already groped his way out-

The world is weaker than water, and the strong can win, and it is not easy.

At this time, the water is strong, like a mountain and a mountain, like a copper wall and an iron wall, and Fang Yin can't bear it. There is no way to compete with it, only to live and suffer.

The less qi is stored in the body. The less stress you have.

But there is a limit to keep the organs running, to maintain the body's functions, to maintain a glimmer of life.

The god of grains is immortal, it is for Xuanyi.

The heart is empty, the abdomen is solid, and the qi is stored in the skin surface membrane from the inside out.

A layer of skin cannot be crushed.

Inside it is solid, flesh and blood, muscles and bones, internal organs, and it is allowed to shrink under its heavy pressure, shrink, shrink, and shrink again.

Fang Yin could see that his heart had contracted to the size of a plum.

Followed by the size of a date.

Hardly jumps.

The blood flowed slowly, slowly, slowly, almost stillly.

The turtle, a mythical beast, enters a state of hibernation.

It's all Shutai, there is no pressure for a while, and it's still sinking, sinking, sinking, sinking, and sinking, and I don't know how many times the body is smaller-

Daoist Fang, it has become smaller.

If you go back to ten years ago, the small square ten years ago, the turtle shell the size of the pot lid, was almost completely retracted.

Keep only one pair of eyes and look at the outside world.

There is only one pair of eyes left, and it is still extremely uncomfortable!

All the pressure is from the outside to the inside, including the eye sockets, the eardrums can still resist the water pressure, but the two eyeballs!

It's like being picked out by someone's hands!

It's a strip of cloth, and it doesn't work, it doesn't work if you fold it three layers, and you can't close your eyes, Fang Yin still wants to see it-

Yu Murong, stop here.

On the name of Murong Gongzi, Fang Yin saw seven or eight more names, all of them were old men and legendary figures.

I don't know left and right, and I don't mention it.

Only arrived at one place, a few minutes deeper, Fang Yin's eyeballs were about to burst, and his body had once again reached the limit-

Yu Murong, stop here.

Really.

It's him.

Murong Gongzi's handwriting is well known, sharp and strong, slightly uninhibited, and the words are full of energy, very stylish.

Just in front of the word, Fang Yin stopped.

It's not an active stop, but a passive stop, even if there is a heavy turtle shell plus the body Fang Yin general suspension word, it is not allowed to enter!

Underneath it is water.

It's water.

Not ice.

It's just that the density is a little bit higher.

At this point, Fang Yin couldn't go down anymore, Yu Murong stopped here, and Fang Yin also stopped here.

Look up your eyes, and there is no heaven above them.

Look down, there's no end to it.

Not up, not down, if you want to go further, there is only one way.

It's just the same as going up, using both hands and feet, paddling hard, and then getting in.

Fang Yin closed his eyes.

Then I thought about it for a moment.

With both hands and feet, paddling hard, then turning around and going back, slowly going upstream.

The power is exhausted.

The heart is not enough.

Fang Yin didn't want to write his name underneath him, there was nothing more than three, Fang Yin still had to try.

That's right, you know, it was Murong Gongzi ten years ago.

The benchmark is here, Fang Yin wants to surpass it, and then go back and tell him, I can go up-

I can also go down.

There are three thousand avenues, different paths to the same end, this well does not represent everything, and it may not be possible to cultivate higher and stronger the strength the deeper it goes.

But there are predecessors.

The predecessor was Long Zhen.

Deep-sea prison, thousands and eight.

There are eight characters on the stone at the mouth of the well, and only four characters are seen at the bottom of the well, and Fang Yin also wants to see what it is, one thousand eight hundred.

However, even if Fang Yin went down to the bottom of the well, how could he know that it was one thousand eight hundred?

With a ruler in his heart, there is no need to knot a rope to measure, Fang Yin believes that the dragon really will not use any utensils.

Presumably. That is the realm of knowing the subtleties.

The first line is a moat. Just like the mountains look up. Fang Yin has seen that Fang Yin wants to achieve-

Next time, without the turtle shell, Fang Yin has already decided.

It's dawn.

Or is it a big turtle that crawls up wet, what about the eighth master?

There is no Wang Baye.

Only marshmallows.

Marshmallow, with tears in his eyes, looked at his eldest brother Fang Yin with great admiration: "Brother Fang Yin." You're not human!"

Later, he said: "You are a god, you are a god!"

Himself: "Lord Vishnu!"

Daoist Fang smiled tiredly and modestly: "Ah Tang, what useful information have you spied on?"

Don't you know, this time there is no information, only a report.

"Brother Fang Yin, I'm coming to you to discuss something with you. Marshmallow, slurped, "Yesterday, last night." I, I thought about it all night. Me, the ......"

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. Daoist Fang, untied the strip of cloth and drilled out the turtle shell: "Oops! Brother Fang Yin!"

But when I saw him, his eye sockets were deep-set, and the zombie Taoist was also like him, his eyes were prominent, red like a rabbit, and he was very terrifying in broad daylight: "Ahh

"Brother Fang Yin, don't you matter, right?" Marshmallow said with concern: "Give, give it to you, quickly wipe it......"

It was a handkerchief, a personal thing of Ah Tang.

"Ahh――――――h~~~~~~h

"Brother Fang Yin, I, I, I want to ...... with you" Ah Tang, still swallowing, seemed to be a little shy: "I, I, well, I have something to ...... with you"

"Ah Tang, you don't want to go back, you don't want to go back, do you?" Daoist Fang smiled and said, "If you don't say it, I know that you want to stay here, and you don't want to go back to the past-"

This is paradise.

For Agamine.

"Yes, yes, I'm ......" Ah Tang, he has defected, he has only been here for more than a day, Ah Tang's heart has changed, he doesn't want any money, wealth, power, and power, Ah Tang has already gotten it, it is happiness, happiness: "Brother Fang Yin, you ......"

Ah Tang was stunned, and said in his heart, this is really a ghost in broad daylight!

The heart said, in this world, what else can fool Brother Fang Yin?

"Ah Tang, you can stay if you want to, you don't have to discuss it with me. Daoist Fang smiled: "That's right, wouldn't it be better to live a happy life like this?"

Yes, Star Immortal Island is a magical place.

Yes, Brother Fang Yin knows everything.

Eat well, dress warmly, live freely, live happily, this is the destination of Ah Tang.

It's just that Ah Tang is still a little reluctant.

"Brother Fang Yin, I don't think it's as good as you, why don't you stay here too!" Ah Tang finally said the words in his heart: "You just stay here, don't go back, just as Brother Fang Yin said, wouldn't it be ...... to live a happy life in peace."

"Maybe, maybe someday. Brother Fang Yin knew that Ah Tang was kind: "Maybe one day, I will come back again." ”

Yes, Ah Tang can't keep him, Brother Fang Yin is a god, and here, it's just a small island.

Ah Tang also knows.

But there is Long Jiaojiao.

Under a tree.

Behind a stone.

There was a man, a woman, with tears on her top and blood on her bottom, breathing deeply.

A eunuch husband.

A beautiful palace maid.

In broad daylight, deep in the mountains, lonely men and widows gathered together, whispering, eyebrows -

What's going on?

And said, it's all wet, are you cold?

I'm cold!

Are you still cold to take off?

It's colder if you don't take it off!sizz~~~~

Brother Fang Yin, you say, why are you so suffering?

Ah Tang, you must know that a person has a person's way of living, not necessarily ......

Talking, talking, the eunuch's husband began to undress, not only undressed, but also took off his pants, still there, laughing?

And, the little palace maid named Ah Tang, faced it calmly and without shame, she was even laughing and ......

Take it off!

It's all off!

Strip naked!

"Huh!" didn't need to explain, he pulled out the golden jade dagger angrily: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――h

A person has a way to live, and a person has a way to die!

This one!

Kill the adulteress and capture the adulterer alive, it is a must!(To be continued......