Chapter 781

Yi Heng tried his best to keep the appearance when he was in a coma.

Eyes in the closed eyelids turn half a circle will stop.

Hands do not dare to clench, slightly trembling little finger has been controlled in an instant.

All over the body sweat hair was as if if there were no danger stimulation soon erect, also was stopped in time.

He kept a weak breath, a uniform and weak heartbeat.

Startled, the deer's words played back in my mind.

"Here you are? Why are you here? "

What does it see in itself?

If there's something surprising about yourself, why didn't you find it early?

It's a Bagua dish carried by the soul at a certain time.

When he thought about the words of shenlu, he was pressed on the ground by the eight powers, and his face was close to the ground.

I thought I could speak, but I gnawed on the hard ground and tasted the hot and fishy blood.

It was his own blood, but he still felt sick.

However, at that time, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and gradually enlarged his smile.

Although the smile on his face was ugly, he did smile at that time.

Can't the eight trigrams that make shenlu change his mind instantly make him laugh?

At that moment, his heart flew from hell to heaven.

Or underestimated the eight trigrams, perhaps also has far more than their own cognition of the actual effect, perhaps represents the meaning far beyond their imagination.

Whatever it is, it's definitely worth being happy.

In his ugly smile, he hides the eight trigrams in the purple mansion in chaos, regardless of the crushed bones of his body.

There are eight starry realms around. If you dare to show some clues, it's hard to keep them?

But his smile had not maintained three breaths, and eight empty hands came to him.

At that time, he suddenly understood what shenlu said: "live." I mean.

However, before much thought, he was in a coma.

It's not easy to live, he thought.

But I'm still alive?

Ha ha ha ha!

He was laughing in his heart.

It's only a cup of tea from the end of the teleportation to the coma, but from death to life, from life to death, it's four or five times.

He thought that all kinds of life and death tribulations he had experienced since his cultivation could be regarded as soul stirring, but compared with the ups and downs of this tea and the reversal of life and death, his previous experience seemed too flat.

More desperate is that there is also Xi Yin.

He really didn't want to think about it.

But I have to think about it.

Fortunately, he survived after all.

As long as you live, as long as you find out the secret of the baguapan, you will come back in the future.

He was never a kind man, so he was very excited to think that he would return ten times today's disgrace.

The excitement made his eyes quiver under the closed eyelids.

"Still pretending?"

His heart shook violently, and the breath of danger enveloped his whole body, and his hair stood up uncontrollably.

Danger comes from the front, but I don't feel the monk's breath at all.

I feel a look in my eyes.

Just a look in his eyes, he let his heart into the ice, without any intention of resistance.

So he didn't answer. He stopped the eyeballs under his eyelids at the place where they had just turned. He didn't dare to move any more.

Did you just think of the excitement and forget the crisis here? Or did the man find out that he had already woken up?

He didn't dare to open his eyes, and he didn't dare to try to see it with divine sense.

The cold blood under his body was foggy. It was the sweat on his hair that slowly penetrated into the blood. The smell of blood was more pungent.

"Boy, how is a soul twelve feet in size refined? Such a soul will wake up before a stick of incense. What are you thinking about this time? "

Voice from the front into the ear, although it is indifferent, but he is not cold and millet.

How does this man know the size of his soul? Could it be that.

"Don't think too much. I don't want to do anything about other people's purple mansion. Let alone use your soul to escape and attack."

Covered with danger in his eyes, his sense of danger disappeared, his hair softened and his heart began to beat.

It's just that the pupils under the eyelids contract violently.

Who can be called "benzun" in this way?

Is twelve Zhang's soul just a little?

He didn't dare to make a sound, and he didn't know how to answer. He just kept lying on the cold ground, waiting for his hair to fall.

Under this kind of existence, there is no difference between his resistance and not.

Waiting for the release, he sighed deeply.Just now, I thought that I would return ten times to those who humiliate me.

In a flash, I found that even life is in the hands of others.

There was a rustle in his ear. The man didn't speak, so he didn't dare to breathe.

"In Yuan infant period, the limit of soul was three Zhang and two feet, the limit of spirit transforming period was doubled to six Zhang and four feet, and the limit of deficiency refining period was doubled to twelve Zhang and eight feet. You little boy, you were just a common minor practitioner in those years. Why did you have such a chance?"

Yi Heng's heart moved, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Before, master, is that you?"

"Hey, hey! What do you think? "

"You saved my life? Younger generation... "

"Don't be in a hurry. It's just an accident to save you."

He finally recalled the indifferent voice, which was a little familiar.

Turn over and sit up in an instant, turn around and look.

In front of him stood a friar in green, tall and thin with black hair.

Hanging right hand holding a pen, left hand negative behind, body slightly forward, it seems to appreciate what in front of the body.

At this time, Yi Heng found that his back was familiar, and he remembered that his voice was familiar just now.

In my memory, a figure flew out in an instant and perfectly overlapped with the monk standing in front of me.

There was a shock in his eyes.

I had seen this man in the sky above the place of trial.

It was he who drew out the eight trigrams array in the starry sky with his bare hands and exerted the supreme magic, so that the eight characters of the eight trigrams array derived a "empty" character.

And the word "empty" appears out of thin air. It has the ability to break space. With itself, it shuttles through countless spaces in an instant.

It was at that time that I realized that the size of the starry sky was far beyond my imagination.

It was also that time that I let myself know that Yimen Batang was built on eight huge planets, just like Xuntang was built on Xun.

What's more shocking is that these eight giant planets are only eight satellites around the black and white planet of Yimen.

Is Tianwaitian in "Tianwaitian, batangxian" one of the black and white planets?

He immediately recalled that after the transmission through the void channel of the deer, it fell on the eight diagrams. Is it one of the black and white planets?

Countless questions poured into his mind, which made him feel at a loss.

In front of this seemingly ordinary monk, but he does not know what kind of realm and what kind of cultivation.

There's no need to guess. When I saw him stir up the stars and snipe the spirit eaters, I was shocked.

This time I can save myself from the eight star realms, and it doesn't seem to have any damage. We can see that there was no fight at all when saving people.

Maybe the eight stars dare not, maybe they lose too fast.

Whatever it is, it is the existence that one must look up to.

Forgetting his pain, he bowed his hands and said sincerely, "in any case, the younger generation's life was saved by the elder generation. Can you repay it with a thank you?"

The friar in front didn't pay attention to him. He hesitated and straightened up slowly.

After two more breaths, the friar said calmly: "so, are you ready to repay the favor of saving lives?"

His spirit has been focused on the monk's familiar back. At this time, he was slightly stunned when he listened to his question. In an instant, he showed a wry smile on his face and said apologetically:

"the elder is joking. With the ability of the elder, there is no time for the younger to repay him."

"No, no, it's just..." He was listening carefully, but he saw the man turn his head and sweep him with his left eye

As soon as the word "death" fell, Yi Heng felt a roar in his mind. When Yu Guang swept by, he seemed to spread the word "death" into his mind and cover his whole body.

His heart stopped beating and his breathing stopped.

"Death

"Death

"Death

He constantly recalled the word "death" in his ears. In an instant, all kinds of despair poured into his heart.

One is the scene of a car accident in a previous life, the other is that he died in front of the two armies after crossing, and the other is that there is no struggle for the third-order spirit eaters on the island.

Past events flash in my mind, but they are all on the verge of life and death.

The appearance and disappearance of his breath made him weak every time. However, after four or five minutes, his breath became as if he had nothing. It was like a man with a candle, and he was no longer breathing.

At last, what remained in my mind was the figure of Yu Chang, who had been humiliated but didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The motionless figure, at this time, appeared in his mind familiar face, cold eyes looking at him, eyes, no innocence, no love, some, just infinite strange and cold.

"Just, just, the road of cultivating immortals is narrow. You really don't have to offend your master for me. The road of cultivating immortals is long. You can do it and cherish it..."He lamented in his heart that his feet were no longer weak and his body slowly fell down.

There was no more sorrow than death. His body fell straight to the cold ground. His eyes closed slowly. There was no light of a living person. Even in front of his eyes, the figure of the monk was no longer in his eyes.

"Bang!"

The stuffy noise vibrated the room, which was not big. What the friar admired in front seemed to be scattered by the sound. The friar turned around with a slight shock on his back.

"Bang, bang!" The deep starry eyes just saw his whole body bounce twice on the hard floor, then completely motionless.

As if to accommodate a hundred rivers in general, this scene did not make any waves in his eyes, just let his two black eyebrows like a knife edge slightly wrinkled.

In the air behind him, there was a little light.

The trace of fluorescence disappearing is like a stroke of a word.

It's more like the words he piled up in the air with sand. At this time, he was blown away by the breeze, leaving only half a word incomplete.

Along with the fading fluorescence, we can see that it is a "kan".