Raised a god

The woman was suspicious for a moment, she didn't dare to make a move against Bai Yao, she didn't have the confidence in her heart, if a person can oppress and hurt her invisible with his spiritual consciousness, he must be a person of a higher level.

In the dark sand at dusk, there are only the heavy panting and carrying sounds of the orcs, occasionally mixed with a few faint groans before death.

She turned her phoenix eyes, wiped away the residual blood around her mouth with her slender fingers, and her black nails turned red. With a chuckle, she mobilized her spiritual consciousness to quietly observe the movement in the surroundings, secretly concentrating the talisman in her hand, and did not forget to put her eyes on Bai Yao. Looking carefully at her body, "Why, I'm still a coward. Could it be that this is to make me laugh at a woman?"

Bai Yao's heart was full of that person, if he was no longer here, he must be in the underground palace, the scene in the underground palace appeared in his mind, and his eyes could not help but narrow slightly.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the woman didn't pay attention to her at all. She was afraid of the person behind her, so she didn't dare to act rashly towards this little Qi training disciple. He shouted, "Trash! What are you doing in a daze, do you allow him to come and go freely like this?"

Naturally, she thought well, using these slaves to test the other party, firstly, there would be no loss, and secondly, she could concentrate on studying and dealing with the person behind it.

The orcs were all stunned for a moment, and finally there was some light on their numb faces. They all put down the coffin in their hands, paused, and focused their eyes on him, and their originally slow and dull steps also became faster.

With all his consciousness, these orcs were only at the middle and late stages of the first level, so they had no strength to resist. They were all like that ghost boy, who stagnated at the last moment, and lost their souls before they even had time to struggle.

The woman bit her lip, the spell in her hand ignited, and with a wave of her slender hand, a blue light flew straight away. He turned his head lightly, a strand of blue hair fell, and the sound of breaking wind was still in his ears. He raised his brows lightly, already worried That person's safety is in danger, but there are always these ants repeatedly obstructing him, which can't help but make him angry.

Su Miaoman was also surprised when she saw that he dodged the talisman easily, but she did not forget to print a water shield in her hand to protect herself, "You... who are you? You are not a disciple of the Qi training period?!"

The yellow sand blinds the eyes, the man's white robe is already unclean, half of his face looks like someone from the abyss, and the other half is as gentle as ever, Su Miaoman's heart somehow climbed up with a chill, after the death of the orc, everything is quiet here , only the whistling wind was blowing at her black gauze.

Like a thunderbolt, she still couldn't see what happened just now, a hurricane swept through her mind, her throat trembled slightly, and her pupils shrank sharply.

The rotten half of the man's face was stuck in front of her eyes, and she even felt the coldness on the man's cheek.

She didn't know why she didn't dare to move an inch, that powerful spiritual sense made her feel suffocated for a while.

The corner of the man's mouth hooked slightly, and he lifted her veil.

Su Miao's sprawling is not top-notch. If Ji Chubai looked at it, her face was not as good as the landlady's, but as a single-water spirit root, her skin was clear and tender. So holding back her face is just because she feels that this lowly place is not worthy of someone watching her.

She heard the man say cruelly.

"He said that women love their own looks the most. Is it the same for you?"

The next moment there was overwhelming boiling sensation on her face, she screamed, and the shrill voice reached his ears, he still smiled to himself, "Go and tell your companion, don't stop me again."

Su Miaoman's body trembled, and she fell to her knees.

When the person in her eyes walked away, she covered her face in vain and roared softly.

That is... that is the poison of the Nether Corpse Worm, and there is no cure for it.

……

When Shen Jinzhi woke up, his ears were filled with countless messy voices. He thought he was still sleeping and frowned slightly, but the next moment he smelled the nauseating smell, he woke up instantly.

This is, he blinked hard twice, the temporary blur when he woke up slowly dissipated, and the last picture of the lake was still in his mind, Xiao Xuewei's face that was so frightened that she collapsed was still in front of her eyes.

And here... He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and leaned against the side to retch in the next second.

He was lying on a huge and crude ground, looking up at the vast underground world, surrounded by a circle of dim lights, everywhere... there were boilers, linked together by iron chains, hanging in mid-air, below the boilers there was a The fire is burning, the smell from above is mixed with the smell of meat and rich blood, and the corpses are piled up here on the ground, it is not difficult to imagine what is refined in the boiler...

The suspended boilers form a circle, and are connected to the center by iron chains. In the center is a bronze tripod, which is very huge, with three legs and two ears, hanging in the air. I don't know what it was for.

He vomited for a long time and only vomited some acid water, trying to avoid the surrounding corpses as much as possible, but he still saw the withered faces of some people out of the corner of his eyes. He still remembered that dwarf who said how many people can't survive or die. Could it be this ghost place?

His heart was beating very fast, where did the dwarf take Xiao Xuewei, and what was he about to face?

This spiritual hidden path is said to be extremely dangerous, who would have thought that it would be so bloody.

Who is that dwarf old man?No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can be made in a day or two. Where did they go? Could it be that all the disciples who died were brought here?

His mind was full of thoughts for a while, and even despair slowly climbed up, but the most hateful thing was nothing more than his own powerlessness.

Whether it was before or now.

He gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. There was a pain in his body, and a strong sense of dizziness in front of him. Facing such a huge and unknown place, he was too small.

Not to mention protecting Xiao Xuewei, he might have to confess to this place himself.

In this place, human life is so weak.

Out of the corner of his eyes, there was a figure walking towards him in the vast sea of ​​corpses, his heart trembled, his anger at his own weakness submerged his fear of the unknown, he lowered his head to search the corpses, and his heart trembled again.

Unexpectedly... There are still a few familiar faces, those disciples who are traveling together...

He bit the tip of his tongue, the pain made him calm down, bent down and picked up the sword of one of the disciples, he gently closed the protruding eyes of that person, bid farewell to that still young face, "You... well go."

There was always such a feeling of sadness that the rabbit died and the fox, he calmed down, closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking about the sword style taught to him by the sword in his dream.

Didn't it mean to do it all over again, didn't it mean to live up to my life again.

Is it difficult to go like this in the end?

Even went so ignorantly, didn't even know where it was, and hadn't come into contact with the long road of cultivating immortals that he was looking forward to a few days ago. The secret of the sword in the dream... how can you be reconciled? !

With his mind empty and his moves blurred into ghosts, he suddenly became fearless.

Since there is no fear of death, there is no need to be afraid of the present, even if this life is like a yellow beam dream, you must do your best to go, and never let yourself down.

Maybe in the next book, he joked to himself at last.

When he raised his sword, he didn't even know how to hold a beautiful sword flower. Like the Li Yanfeng he knew at the beginning, he was like a young child babbling on the way of swordsmanship, but he felt that he had never been so close to this sword .

The figure on the opposite side finally became clearer and clearer, and he pressed the tip of his bitten tongue against his teeth again to calm himself down a bit.

Be still, be still...

The figure was getting faster and faster, so he didn't give him time, he helped him take two steps forward, and the wind stopped at that moment, and he suddenly realized that his sword could be so fast in such a trance.

But...his pupils shrank, and the opponent was obviously not afraid at all, and he avoided it lightly. With two fingers together, he pinched the sword immobile, leaving him helpless.

He closed his eyes dejectedly, but it was still too late.

Die, die, that's all.

The expected death seems to be delayed, waiting for death is more tormented than the moment of death.

He opened his eyes slightly.

"……meat dish?"