I don't know how long it took, but all the ghosts were dead, and no one came to harass him anymore. What followed was an endless darkness of dead silence and emptiness, where the lucky ones who had escaped by luck were gradually eaten away at their souls and wills, until they were completely destroyed, and then they became a part of this darkness together with their bodies and spirits.

The last consciousness is depressed little by little.

Numbness, forgetting life, forgetting memory, forgetting self.

The faltering flame on the broken candle is about to be extinguished in the darkness, and that will be the end of all this.

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely engulfed in darkness, he suddenly heard a prickly sound in the sky above his head, which was particularly piercing in the void, and immediately alarmed his imminent consciousness. It was like a spring breeze blowing on the cheeks, and the incomparably gentle feeling lifted the eyes, and then spread throughout the body, gradually awakening the numb body.

I don't know how long it took, the perception of the five senses returned to the body, and the buoyancy that dragged the body suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly lost his support and fell down from mid-air.

On the way down, his consciousness quickly regained to the level of consciousness, and when he looked up at the sky, he saw that the darkness above had dimmed a little, and there was a faint light coming.

Does this feel like the entrance of the cave has been opened? Five days have passed, or did the Blood Wolf Monk rush back in time and ask for the release of this chief disciple when his life was in danger?

Whatever the reason, the joy of the rest of the life is enough to fill the heart. Although he was still in a dark world, the faint light above his head was enough to make him feel a sense of worship, and his yearning was as strong as praising his father.

Even if it is death, I will die in the light!

With this thought in mind, when his body was about to fall into the one-foot-thick mud on the ground, he poured all the remaining strength of his body into his feet, and kicked the ground desperately, and his body rose from the ground, shooting upwards like an arrow from the string.

At this time, outside the iron gate of the Wusheng Pavilion, many figures had gathered.

The aura of darkness dissipated, the lights flickered and extinguished, and only the faint green halo emitted by the gem pendant in the hand of the captain of the guard became the only light source in the space, and it was also forced to be extremely dim by the thick darkness.

With this light source, you can vaguely identify the faces of the people present. Yan Yu, Xiao Xiang, Fang Yiyuan, Song Qingsha, Lv Tong, Wei Fei, Gong Yunchong...... Most of these disciples, who were extremely in awe, gathered together at this moment, silently waiting for the outcome of someone's life and death. In addition to these top masters, there are also some big brother-level figures who have also come here, although their names are not as loud as the previous ones, but they also have considerable power, and they are rare to see on weekdays.

At the end of his life, he could still get the attention of so many people, even if he had been sleeping in that darkness forever, he could be proud of this grand funeral.

After the sound of Zaza's roulette stopped, the cavern fell into a deathly dreary atmosphere. No one spoke, only the sound of people's breathing could be heard, and some disciples who were slightly weaker in cultivation could not control their heartbeats and were pounding in the darkness.

In the dark world behind the iron gate, there was no sound of response, and the silence was so unbearable, but it also gave some comfort to the worried hearts of some people.

If there is no response, it is the most appropriate response. Of all the amazing and brilliant sages in the history of the Posa Sect, no one could stay in the Wusheng Pavilion for more than three days. Today's chief, no matter how talented he is, can't surpass the ancestors of the past generations, and he is buried in it, which is about a definite result.

As time goes by, some people's minds become more and more settled, while a few people's moods sink to the bottom.

Fang Yiyuan looked at Yan Yu not far away, and saw that his expressionless face flashed with joy and joy, and he couldn't help but pinch the corners of his mouth, outlining a shallow arc that concealed deep mockery.

Uncle Dugu finally avenged his beloved disciple, which is indeed a thing worth congratulating. However, Yan Yu may not know that although the chief is dead, but Xiao Ge is still alive, he will be your real nightmare......

Only those who have fought with Ge Xinglie will truly understand his horror. It is a kind of solitude and arrogance that is completely different from the chief, compared to the traces of the chief, this new junior brother with a changeable temperament is the most headache!

Uncle Dugu, Senior Brother Yan, look at the good things you have done!

Xiao Ge didn't come today! He probably didn't know how powerful the chief was, so he didn't take him seriously. However, from this day forward, he can indeed think so, and there will be no bad luck of being taught a lesson......

Fang Yiyuan's long gaze finally alerted Yan Yu, he glanced over, took a step to the side quietly, and protected Xiaoxiang by his side.

Since the death of the chief, the two sub-chairs have the greatest authority, but these two sub-chairs have come together, which is really worrying.

Yan Yu thought so, and her originally happy mood became heavy again.

I don't know why, his number one sworn enemy, Cheng Gang, didn't come today. As for Lu Tong, she fell into the shadow of being defeated by Ge Xinglie last time, and her blind hatred made her unable to see the current situation clearly, and she turned a blind eye to the olive branch thrown by Yan Yu. In her current state, it won't be long before something regrettable will happen......

Among the many disciples, Wei Fei was the closest to the Iron Gate. He hung his head to hide the look of loss, sadness, and fear in his eyes. The ally he had just made a few days ago had only seen him once, and he had already fallen into the abyss, which had dealt him an incomparably huge blow. You must know that although it is normal to change allies in the Demon Gate, for him, Qin Yan is really a friend who can be sincerely friends. He has been in the Demon Gate for many years, and there are countless forces that want to win him over, but he has rejected them one by one. Similar to Qin Yan's thoughts, he would rather maintain the style of a lone ranger than always be on guard against the sharp knives that might come from behind. In the battles in the Demon Gate, he coldly observed the performance of everyone, Qin Yan's temperament was the only one that met his expectations, so he deliberately made friends until the third time. Unexpectedly, as soon as he said goodbye, the news that Qin Yan had been beaten into the Wusheng Pavilion immediately came......

The world is impermanent, but that's it! Maybe when, it will be my turn?

Not far behind Wei Fei was Gong Yunsleeve, who was leaning against the wall, her face hidden deep in the wide hood, silently staring at the darkness behind the gate. The faint glow cast onto the edge of the cavern reflected graceful lines in her gray robe and hood, and the "Absolute Magic" of manipulating light and darkness had an effect on her at all times. If one looks closely, one can see that there is a faint sadness in the flowing and changing lines.