Chapter 791

Yi Heng's eyes are used to the darkness, but the air in the cabin is almost frozen, and the strong breath of death never dissipates. The more you can see clearly in the darkness, the more you can feel the breath of death.

The other 53 friars in the cabin had already become silent. Since a friar said "fight to the death", there was no longer any conversation.

In the atmosphere of silence and helplessness, I don't know whether they are thinking about the possibility of "fighting to death", or waiting for the last time to go out and die in a meteorite in the starry sky.

In fact, he didn't have the confidence to fight to death. He didn't have the confidence himself. Besides, he didn't have any interest.

The storage ring was taken away. Naturally, there was no spirit stone. Now I spent so long in the star ship. Although I only resisted it six times, my mana has reached the bottom.

There is no spirit stone, can not absorb aura, waiting for everyone is the mana exhaustion.

Don't say to fight against the stars, if you don't fight, I'm afraid you have to die of old age.

"Fight to the death?" The bitter voice of the middle-aged friar surnamed Chen came from afar, "is this self seeking or daydreaming?"

"Well, what can we do? Why don't we let the mana dry up, and we'll die here from immortality? "

"Maybe we can pray for some spirit stones, at least they need us to resist meteorites?"

"Need us? Maybe, but we're just ninety-five cabins. What's the effect of losing one of those cabins? "

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the voice of people's lamentation is getting lower and lower, like being swallowed up by the darkness in the cabin, gradually like mosquito language. If you don't pay attention, I really don't know what people next to you are sighing in a low voice.

"Ha ha, I, Chen, have lived a long life. Although I'm absolutely not at a loss to die at this point, if I don't fight hard, how can I be willing to die such a coward?"

The middle-aged friar surnamed Chen seemed to have made up his mind and suddenly burst into laughter in the dark.

People's faces were frozen, and countless eyes were ejaculating in the dark.

Who is not Zongheng I? As a monk, who would like to die such a coward in the end?

Yi Heng read out their thoughts from their eyes. When he was about to sigh about their courage, he suddenly felt two chilly eyes coming from his side.

When he subconsciously turned to look, he happened to see the thin friar on the left looking away.

They didn't meet each other in their eyes, but before they moved away, he could see clearly that they were cruel and vicious.

The frail friar looked away from his face to the middle-aged friar not far away.

He didn't know how to describe that look, but he was not afraid.

"Spell?" The middle-aged friar surnamed Chen had a very exaggerated nasal sound, and everyone's voice disappeared instantly. He looked at him in amazement.

Yi Heng naturally can also hear the opposite message from the nasal voice, and can't help looking into the dark in surprise.

"Who said Chen was going to fight?" Seeing that people were attracted, friar Chen asked. Of course, he didn't need to be answered. He just said in a relaxed tone:

"when the magic power was at its peak, he didn't dare to do it, and he couldn't do it. Now, can he spell it?"

"When Chen said to fight, he didn't mean to fight with his predecessors, but with all of you here!"

The tone became low, the words just fell, and the sound of a cold breath was heard around.

The friar, who was thin and weak at the side of his body, took back his eyes and lowered his head slightly. It seemed that this covered his broad Boulevard suit, which was not enough to cover him better.

After the friars around took a cold breath, they seemed to think of something. They looked thoughtfully, and then looked at the friars beside them.

With only four or five breaths, Yi Heng noticed that forty or fifty glances swept over his body and left quickly. He even had three glances, which seemed to pierce him. He stayed on him for a long time.

He could also feel that the two friars who were both in their infancy, like him, also received so much attention.

Since the end of the middle-aged monk's words, the cabin is full of looking at each other and looking out for each other. In a moment, the atmosphere becomes a little strange.

He relaxed and collapsed to the ground.

Although the realm of cultivation is not as high as that of other monks, his experience is absolutely no worse than anyone else. After being swept by the audience's eyes, he instantly understood the meaning of the middle-aged monk's words in his mind.

What the middle-aged friar said about "fighting" must be fighting for time. Among the 54 friars, he will surely live to the end.

It's been nearly a hundred days. Maybe this kind of meteorite covered waterway is coming to an end.

If he can spell until then, he will survive.

However, in this situation, as long as we go up again to resist a meteorite, it will be difficult to hold on for an hour unless.

He said in his heart, "unless you use your life to fill in..."

Starting from the friars with the lowest level of cultivation, whenever they meet a meteorite with the wrong direction, they throw it out with the friars and use the friars' body to resist it.If one can't, use two. If two can't, just keep going.

In order to save mana, he absolutely believed that these people could do it without blinking an eye.

Just now, people's eyes were all focused on themselves. I'm afraid what they thought was to start with themselves, or to see if they were strong or not?

The skinny friars next to him often associate with these friars, so he immediately recognized the meaning of the words and hung his head down, for fear that he would be the first one to resist the meteorite.

As long as we live, we may drag it to the end.

He lay flat on the bottom of the cabin with a slight movement of his right index finger, as if trying to clench his fist.

But in an instant, it was allowed to bend naturally and powerlessly.

It's also an acceptable way to die, he said in secret.

Suspicious, wary, helpless, and desperate eyes darted back and forth in the cabin. More than 50 friars who had cooperated smoothly for five times, in a word, fought back a pack of loose sand.

No, it's not just a pack of loose sand at this time. At this time, people are in danger. They are always on guard against the friars nearby.

Yi Heng is still collapsed on the ground, let the time a little bit past.

The mind is also a chaos, no calculation, also do not want to calculate the remaining time of life how long.

But he knew that no matter how long the sound came from the ceiling, it was the end of his life.

He had no fear, even some expectations, and hoped to end the boring journey as soon as possible, which was a vain effort.

Replaying countless times, the past that should have been profound and the familiar face that should have been deeply engraved in the heart did not appear in the chaotic mind again.

This is the end of the journey of life.

Fortunately, this time, his expectation did not make him wait long.

"Cabin 95, it's your turn!" Maybe ten days later, maybe eleven days later, the voice of indifference finally came from outside.

It seems that in the cabin of No. 95, instead of 54 friars, there are a group of chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

"Spirit stone, master, our mana consumption is too large. I pray that you can give me a spirit stone, even if it's a inferior."

"Spirit stone, spirit stone..."

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if someone has ever tried starvation and is still starving for a long time on the verge of death, he can imagine the feeling that the mana in the monk's elixir field is exhausted.

The whole cabin, one after another, was crying like a starving man begging for food. His face was sad and he wailed one after another.

Yi Heng twists his back slightly, and the cold feeling is still there, which confirms that he is still alive.

But he didn't open his mouth to beg. He didn't even bother to open his eyelids.

The cold from his back quickly disappeared, and he fell into chaos again.

However, just like the monk in the starry sky before, even if he was in chaos, his indifferent words seemed to be able to penetrate into his mind and let him hear them clearly.

"Where is the skill of Zongheng I? If you want to die, you may go out or die! "

Indifferent words can't hear likes and dislikes, but there is no room for maneuver, but let people hear clearly.

No one thought he would be joking, so in the dark, someone slowly stood up.

One, two, three.

A force came from the rope connecting his waist and pulled Yi Hengsheng up. He had to open his eyes and move his steps. With the crowd, he walked step by step towards the cabin door.

There was some abnormal shaking of the rope around his waist. He couldn't help picking it.

The abnormal shaking came from the left and right. You don't need to see that the two yuan infant friars could not control their fear of death at this time.

Cultivating immortals is for longevity. The more for longevity, the more afraid of death.

"Except for myself, hehe!" He couldn't help laughing.

In the first layer of cabins, there were still rows of cabins closed so tightly that we could not see the door there.

Maybe one, two and so on is one of them.

Maybe hundreds or even more monks are locked up in it, just as they are waiting for death.

However, these friars are damned people. He can't help but smile. Even in such a situation, they have to wait for death, and he will not have any sympathy for these friars.

So in the trembling of the two yuan infant monks, he took the initiative for the first time, and for the first time, he turned against the Hakka and led them forward step by step.

Although the two people around him were in fear, they immediately found that he was abnormal, but they had no time to think about it, and they had followed him step by step to the door outside the cabin.

Although the three men in front were forced to come out, they seemed to have a plan in mind, and they didn't dare to delay in front of the starry sky, so they took the lead to step out of the cabin.First, three people emerged from the fast hull, then 12 people, and then 12 people. After a while, Yi Heng stepped out of the hull and pulled out the two people behind him. Fifty four friars formed a human net.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

In the ear comes the familiar sound of meteorite lasing. There is no need to look around. In front of you is the endless starry sky.

Of course, when the two meteorites disappeared in front of him, he knew that when they disappeared, they were the two most important ones.

Hi Yin, are you ok? He suddenly remembered the familiar face.