Chapter 783

Yi Heng repeatedly echoed in his mind, "go or not? Go or not? " My question.

But he didn't answer at all.

It's as if a man who knows that he will die is dying. Although he can hear other people's words, he doesn't want to answer them at all.

After death, the soul will be attracted by hell.

I wonder if Zeng Yushu's soul is still there?

Maybe he has been eliminated by 18 kinds of arrays in hell, and all the memories that originally belonged to him have been eliminated.

After being removed from his memory, he becomes a transparent and pure soul, reincarnated into another, or swallowed by a practitioner in hell.

Younger martial brother Zeng is no longer in this world, nor in hell.

Although the younger martial sister is still in this world, she is no longer by her side.

Some of his scattered consciousness, I do not know why will flash out of all kinds of memories.

Zeng's younger martial brother's upright face and fierce tiger eyes.

Xiyin's creamy skin is wrapped around his neck, his extremely flexible arms, his eyes full of emotion, and.

However, the monk interrupted his thoughts at the critical moment, and his scattered consciousness was led by the words:

"the attack of the spirit eaters is coming, but the high level of Yimen is divided into several factions, among which the most powerful is Tiandi spirit clan. If they are the main ones to resist the spirit eaters, even if they defeat the spirit eaters, I'm afraid there will be few Terrans left."

When he heard about the spirit eaters, the strange appearance of the spirit eaters appeared in his mind.

Belly between pale face, as if toward him with a cold smile.

The long tusks with disgusting liquid seemed to stick into his chest at any time, sucking his mana and flesh.

"Therefore, if I don't find out the details of the Tianling clan, I dare not easily lean to which faction. Since you feel that you have no revenge, why don't you revenge?"

"If you have any nostalgia, you don't have to."

His paralyzed leg twitched slightly.

"You've been dead since I saved you." The monk seemed to turn to face him. He felt the direction of the voice.

Until this time, I could hear the monk's voice, just like he was on the ground of the trial. He was not forced. But if I really wanted to understand it deeply, I felt that the words were pressed on my heart, and there was no resistance at all.

But he was so lazy that he couldn't figure out the meaning of this sentence.

"It won't be long before all the friars who pay attention to you or don't pay attention to you, and all the friars who know you or don't know you will forget you, because you have been executed by me for thousands of years

Yi Heng's heart shakes suddenly, and his closed eyelids want to open with force.

Forgotten, forgotten by all?

He often wandered between life and death, and often walked alone on the bumpy road of cultivating immortals with today but no tomorrow. Naturally, he imagined the situation after his death.

Among them, being forgotten is the most painful thing for him.

Especially by her, by them, forgotten by them.

"Now I think you should be able to bring me some surprises. Four out of ten people are just like you. Until now, they still don't want to wake up. Only those four people give me some surprises."

He recalled in his mind what the friar had just said.

In the past ten thousand years, he has saved ten monks like himself. All of them went to Qianxing, three of them were killed, and two of them betrayed the human race.

"Go ahead, give me some surprises, give the Terran friars some surprises. On the dry star, the Terran status is embarrassed and full of crises. The deadline for you is when the spirit Eaters attack. If you don't die, I will ask you your name and return your name! Alas

It seems that the friar didn't say so much for a long time, or because it was very sad to write the word "kan" in the air, so he sighed deeply at this time.

When sighing, the left hand behind him waved gently, as if to drive him away, but he knew it was not the case.

Because he felt that there was one more thing on his waist.

"If you think it through, you can see..."

Maybe he heard his lament, maybe he wanted to check the things around his waist. He shook his right fist and his eyelids opened abruptly.

But before he could see anything clearly, he felt that a force wrapped his whole body, like a strong wind, rolled him up and threw him into the air.

His mind, which had just been agglomerated, was broken up in an instant. He felt that his body was light. In his mind, he just came up with the question "is it empty again?" Then he fell into a coma again.

The word "kan" in front of the monk just dissipated at this time.

He didn't have the usual signs of continuing to write before. When his right hand moved, the pen disappeared.

I saw his deep eyes staring at the depth of the void. After half a sound, he sighed softly: "how are you now, master?"

...

"Wang Daoyou, pay attention to check whether the spirit stones are complete!"

"Ma Daoyou, adjust your direction and avoid the rocks in the starry sky!""Huang Daoyou, cheer up, how can you be distracted now? This long flight is not enough for you to practice meditation? ......。”

When Yi Heng wakes up, a quick and cold command comes from his ear.

He was moved in his heart, restrained the thought of turning over to be on guard, and allowed his body to keep a uncomfortable posture.

The voice came from above. Although it was faint, he could hear it clearly.

"After the completion of this trip, we can gather enough spirit stones to support the closure for a hundred years. By then, we may be able to reach a higher level and finally enter our secret place..."

The master of the voice above called the four or five friars. Although his voice was slightly lowered, he could hear it clearly. It must be for everyone to hear it.

There was a crack in his eyelid. It was dark.

There is no need to change body posture or look up for the source of sound.

Because he was lying, and the sound came from the top.

Just through that eyelid seam, you can see a long black ceiling. No, it should be a long black ceiling.

The eyes under the eyelids move left and right, back and forth are black ceiling.

He was a little bold and slowly widened his eyelids.

Finally, four thumb sized holes were found around the black ceiling.

"The sound must have come from this little hole." He said in secret.

Does that mean the friars are above the ceiling?

"No, not above the ceiling, but under the floor." His instinctive vigilance finally enlivened his mind and made him think about the situation in a moment.

Eyelids suddenly closed, eyes into another kind of darkness.

Thinking about what happened before.

Qiu Xiyin must have abandoned himself.

He came to the first unacceptable conclusion.

Otherwise, how could it be that at that time, they would not explain for themselves, and would not say a word about the previously discussed strategy?

She must have forgotten herself.

There was a sharp pain in my heart.

It's like using a needle. One needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time, one needle at a time.

I still care about her.

He lamented in his heart that, except for her, the monks of the seven nationalities could not care about their humiliation and killing.

As soon as he thought that he would be forgotten by her, his unspeakable pain became more and more intense.

"Dawn is dew, and dusk is rain. Day and night, under the balcony. "

He read silently in his heart, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

If the heart is dead, how to survive?

What if you're locked up here? It's no more than death.

That's it, that's it!

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep coma again.

"Xuanyuan Daoyou, you have passed the first turbulence. Can you meditate for a while now?"

"The first turbulence? This time, the speed is good and the luck is good. The distance ahead, at least for more than ten days, is a place where there has never been an accident. Huang Daoyou, you can rest, but you can't meditate for a long time. "

"I naturally know that. Don't worry about it."

"Wang Daoyou and Ma Daoyou, you two pay close attention to the outside. Although it's a safe area, you can always be careful."

"Yes, Xuanyuan Daoyou!"

"Yes

"Well, if this trip goes well, Lingshi will not lose you."

"Ha ha, Wang is waiting for the words of Daoyou. After all, this time we have gained a lot."

"That is, the more powerful the Xuanyuan Daoyou family is, the bigger the deal will be."

"Two Taoist friends are cautious. I'm not a big deal here. Ha ha, but this time I have so many monks, it's really unexpected."

"Xuanyuan Taoist friend's words are bad. Luck is definitely a part of his strength. Before he leaves, he can still pick up a comatose monk Yuanying. If it wasn't for the strong strength of Xuanyuan family, how could he..."

...

there was a faint voice of conversation in Yi Heng's ear, and his consciousness gradually woke up again.

The monk of Yuanying period who I found is just myself.

When did you fall to such a state?

It's ironic compared with his exclusive scenery on the earth.

He laughed to himself.

At that time, he was really a frog in the bottom of the well. He was king and dominating in the same stage of Yuan Dynasty. Once he met a higher level monk, he was picked up like a wild dog.

There was a slight movement in his heart.

What do these friars want to do when they pick him up? Is it a human trafficker?

In doubt, he stealthily tears a crack in his eyelid.

Even if they are human traffickers, can they sell themselves?There is still a dark gap in the eye. Looking up, there is no change in the ceiling. Four corners and four small holes shoot in the gray light to disperse the surrounding darkness.

The four holes must have been designed on purpose, and the dim light was also designed on purpose, in order to give yourself some hope of survival?

He laughed bitterly.

All people think that they have died, or even forgotten themselves, so what's the point of living?

The hope of survival, no matter.

Wrapped in the darkness, he suddenly felt a chill.

I don't know whether I was thrown or not.

His whole body collapsed on his back, his arms stretched out in a straight line, his right leg bent, his left leg straight, and his breath sometimes disappeared.

In the dark, it seems that there is only one person in the world, no matter whether he is alive or dead, no one cares or cares.

This repair fairyland, when a person lonely to cross, now, is also a person lonely to die, this, is reincarnation?

He pulled out a lonely smile from the corner of his mouth.

"You don't have to be so careful to peep. Open your eyes and look around. Anyway, you can't escape. Ha ha!"

Suddenly, his body was shocked uncontrollably, and the sound of laughter came from a very close place in the dark.