Chapter 840

Yi Heng's divine consciousness disappeared two hundred miles away. He was afraid that the dry star was a huge living stone. Now the disappearance of divine consciousness makes him want to turn around and run away.

At this time, he stood in the passage, his waist slightly bent, as if the passage was gradually becoming smaller and gradually devouring him.

But he didn't turn and run away.

Even if the rock is living, its growth is very slow. I'm afraid it's not too much to take 10000 years as the growth cycle. Otherwise, where will this channel exist?

What's more, with so many holes outside, where are the signs of growth?

Besides, even if you escape, where can you escape?

He thought quietly for a moment, tiptoed gently, didn't retreat but entered, and the whole man rushed towards the middle fork.

After he disappeared, there was no sound in the whole passage. If you noticed the ground, you would find that the two half stones had gradually integrated into the rocks on the ground.

Although the integration is very slow, the edge under the stone has begun to disappear, but it is very clear.

Yi Heng naturally didn't know all this. He condensed his eyes, constantly looked at the light on the stone wall in the channel, and focused all his attention on the unknown channel ahead.

Fortunately, there was no friar or living creature along the way. His panic gradually dissipated until half an hour later, when the corners of his eyes swept the ground, his heart lifted up again.

At this time, he had gone one hundred and seventy-eight miles deep into the channel, and the place where the divine consciousness disappeared was about this distance. The channel was quiet and frightening, as if something was staring at him, and would rush out of the darkness and devour him at any time.

He stopped, his eyes fixed on the ground.

After coming to the interior of dry star, the ground of all the street stone houses was clean, without any gravel and dust. He was used to it.

But now, the scene in front of him frightened him again.

A hand seemed to grow out of the hard rock on the ground a few feet away.

He held his breath and looked carefully, but he was still sure he was right.

That's a hand, a Friar's hand.

Even if he could only see the palm, the part behind the wrist was buried in the hard rock, but he was sure that it was a monk's right hand.

With yellow skin and five fingers of different lengths on the palm of an adult, he was even more shocked by the round and plump flesh on the palm, like a living hand.

He knew that this was not a hand growing out of a hard rock. On the contrary, it was a monk swallowed by the rock. Now there was only one hand left.

I just don't know why this hand still retains its full flesh and blood.

This passage is the place where star stones are excavated. It's not surprising that friars die here because of fighting. It's even not surprising that countless friars die here in every peak season.

Strangely enough, not even half of the white bone could be seen in the previous channel.

It was supposed to have been cleaned up by later monks, but now there is a right hand as mellow and plump as a living man.

Judging from the skin color, this is the hand of the Terran friar.

His complexion became so ugly that he struggled to whisper, "is it possible that this Terran monk is still alive?"

Although this sentence came out of his mouth, he absolutely didn't believe it in his heart.

No one can live under such circumstances.

It may be possible for a short time, but judging from the growth of this rock, I'm afraid it took thousands of years to devour this person. Is there any reason to live?

The mind turns rapidly. The mana flows slowly in the elixir field, passes through the meridians, and gradually rushes towards the palm of the hand.

He was afraid that the hand would suddenly fly towards him from the bottom of the earth, and that the rock would suddenly surge in and devour him.

So he wants to start first and destroy this hand.

The breath of mana gradually emanated from the body, making some concussion sound in the silent channel.

With the right hand fingertip pinched, a five foot word "dry" appeared in the palm of the hand.

He stared at the growing hand on the ground a few feet away, wondering whether the word "dry" would burst into blood after destroying it.

The word "dry" floats slowly in the palm of your hand, shaking to shoot.

Suddenly, the word "Qian" disappeared.

He sighed slightly. He was still afraid of causing trouble and took the upper hand. Therefore, as soon as the Dantian was closed, he took back all his mana, and the word "dry" naturally disappeared.

His feet took two steps backward. Seeing that the hand was still unresponsive, he felt relieved a little. He suddenly turned around and flew towards the hole.

After more than ten breaths, he was far away from the place where his hand was just now.

He stopped with a slight frown.

Then go back and go back to the place where the star stone was excavated before. The star stone there is not mature at all.

He finally took the star stone as a plant. The word maturity should be more appropriate.

A star stone without maturity is like a fruit without maturity. It is useless. What's more, he has never seen a mature star stone. Maybe the star stone here hasn't even sprouted.

He looked left and right. The light on the stone wall of the passage was almost indistinguishable from that before.

In addition to judging whether the star stone is mature by the intensity of the light, he really doesn't know how to judge.

Unless.

"Click, click, click..."

For more than an hour in the channel, he had lost his last patience, especially the right hand growing from the ground completely shattered his courage to stay in the channel.

So since he can't judge whether the star stone is mature, he only has a lot of excavation. Maybe he is lucky to be able to dig a mature star stone.

A screech of "click click" broke the silence in the passage.

More than a decade later, all the stones on the stone wall of the channel within ten feet around him were excavated by him, and the fist sized stones fell one after another and piled up on the channel.

He stopped waving his hands and squatted down.

His left hand picked up a stone like an original stone and looked at it for a moment.

The light on the fist sized stone had dissipated, which disappointed him, but he still didn't give up. He threw the stone away with his left hand, waved it with his right hand, and a word "dry" flashed from his right hand.

"Click" a crisp sound will have been restored to the dead channel cut.

A few drops of liquid spilled from the stones, immersed in the hard ground and disappeared.

He was completely disappointed.

Looking at the hundreds of fist sized stones on the ground, they were all dim, and none of them had a little light, even a little weak.

Run the mana and whisper "up", hundreds of stones on the ground float in the air in an instant, then wave with your right hand, and the words "dry" flash and disappear in an instant.

"Click, click, click..."

One by one, the stones divided into two fell one after another like hail, with bits and pieces of liquid spilled all over the narrow space of the channel.

Four or five drops of liquid flew to him and was shocked to fly about two feet.

Looking at the stones divided in two, he fell into meditation, and the whole passage became silent again.

After a few breaths, he bit his teeth, turned his body and continued to gallop towards the passage.

In a moment, he passed the hand growing in the ground. He didn't stop and jumped by.

After a cup of tea, his face became ugly as he galloped.

Completely to the place where the divine consciousness gradually annihilates. What the divine consciousness has not seen, here, the naked eye can see it all.

The light on the stone wall seemed to be brighter, as if it was to let him see everything on the ground.

It was not just a hand that came into my eyes, but the friars' limbs all over the ground.

Hands, feet, half of the body, even half of the head.

Like inlaid in a rock, no body is completely placed on the ground.

What made him even more afraid was that all the remaining limbs were like living monks, full of flesh and blood and never rotted.

Especially the half of the head, the left cheek has fallen into the hard rock, leaving only the pale right face, showing the expression of pain and fear, the right eye is open angrily, and the pupils are dilated, as if he saw something extremely terrible before he died.

Or be scared to death alive.

He didn't know what had happened here, he didn't dare to guess, and he didn't dare to hesitate. He flew through the air.

It's just that as he continues to deepen, there are more and more terrorist scenes, more and more frequent.

Yi Heng clenched his hands with great strength and worked hard.

But after all, he could not resist his inner fear. After burning incense, he continued to go deep into the passage for about 60 or 70 miles. He suddenly turned around and fled towards the hole.

After more than an hour, he sat in the cave, looking at the desolation of the world without any change.

Although we have already made all psychological preparations, what we see today is really unexpected and unimaginable.

The tragic scene in the depths of the passage was far more terrible than all the scenes of life and death of monks he had experienced.

It is common for friars to compete for cultivation resources and kill people and steal goods, but the tragedy in this passage is not like friars fighting, but more like rocks swallowing friars.

And why doesn't the monk's body rot and remain intact today?

Looking out from the mouth of the cave, the sky is still gloomy, and the earth is desolate and lifeless.

God's consciousness covers a 500 mile radius, not to mention friars, not even a living creature.

The friar who wants to go out to dig the star stone hasn't come back yet, and I don't know whether he can come back.

He closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the scenes of tragedy seen in the depths of the channel, and he couldn't help feeling powerless in his heart.

Now that we are in a dilemma, it is really difficult to make up our mind.

It is absolutely impossible to excavate the star stone outside, but if you continue to dig deeper, you will be deeply afraid to be in the middle of the strange and mutilated bodies everywhere, regardless of whether you can excavate the star stone.

The fear is that I don't know why those friars died, and whether the channel will live at any time and devour myself.

But if you don't go deep, how can you dig into the star stone, how can you go back, and how can you grab back the gossip plate in Li's hand?

He was lost in thought.

With the half of his body inlaid in the hard rock in his mind, he fell into deep meditation.