Chapter 3756
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For a long time, Shen Lang seemed to have a dream, a very short dream
I don't know how long later, Shen Lang found himself standing in the tumbling clouds, with everything under his feet and the sky above him.
"Here you are again."
A low voice came to Shen Lang's ear.
In front of him, he suddenly showed a black air and turned into a young man with black hair in coarse linen and sheep skull mask.
The young man turned his back to himself, his black hair was calm, and his body was full of cold and terror.
"It's you Who are you? "
Shen Lang stared at the figure of the young man with black hair in front of him, and asked.
He had seen the figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person had countless connections with himself.
In the last battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, who was the incarnation of the fragments of Tianji hexagram disk.
"I'm you, you're not me, I'm dead. You coward is dead now. " The young man with black hair, with a cold voice, uttered a difficult speech.
"What! I I'm dead? "
When Shen Lang understood the last sentence, he was surprised and subconsciously stretched out his hands.
I found that my hands had become unreal, and my body seemed to disappear at any time.
"Though you are dead, you are not quite dead. The blood of Shennong wants to clean the breath of reincarnation on you and touch the boundary, then I will appear in your soul. You are lucky that you are not taken away by reincarnation again. "
The young man with black hair turned his back to the waves with a trace of disdain.
"I can't understand all this. I just want to know what's the relationship between you and me? Who the hell are you? " Shen Lang asked in bewilderment.
"My existence means nothing to you." The young man with black hair said indifferently.
This sentence seems to show that all explanations are meaningless to him.
Shen Lang was unwilling and said, "since you don't want to say it, I'll change the question. Why am I the chosen one? Is this also predestined? Will I eventually die like the other chosen ones? "
"The truth in practice represents the self in samsara. If you want to go out of reincarnation, you need to find your true self. Coward, you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all
As soon as the voice of the young man with black hair fell, a red mist suddenly floated on his side and turned into a woman in a blood skirt.
The woman in the blood skirt is very thin and beautiful. Her facial features are exquisite. She has a red flower in her hands.
The blood skirt woman faced the waves like a puppet, with a stiff and strange smile at the corner of her mouth!
"Cher?"
Shen Lang was so surprised that he soon calmed down: "no, it's not Xueer!"
The blood skirt woman holding the flowers on the other side has seven or eight points of similarity with Su Ruoxue's appearance, but her temperament is too weird and frightening, which is totally different from Su Ruoxue's temperament.
Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the young man with black hair meant, the young man with black hair suddenly reached out his rough right hand and twisted the neck of the woman with blood skirt!
Blood skirt woman's head was rigidly twisted down, and a lot of blood shot out of the broken head.
At this moment, the sky suddenly began to rain scarlet blood.
"No!"
Shen Lang's eyes were wide open, his heart suddenly felt a strong tingle, and his mouth roared hysterically.
He flew forward and caught the blood skirt woman's falling head.
Shen Lang knelt down in the clouds, holding the head of the woman in the blood skirt in both hands, the face stained with blood still kept a stiff and strange smile, and the wound at the broken head was still pouring blood out.
Blood skirt woman's gripping smile makes Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad. This kind of feeling is beyond words.
Shen Lang's heart is filled with endless violence, anger, killing intention and hatred. He glares at the young man with black hair in front of him and is about to ask why he did it.
The body of the young man in black robe suddenly turned into a black fog and gradually dissipated.
"Pathetic coward, your life is meaningless to you."
After saying this meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated, and there was no more blood rain in the sky.
Shen Lang's blood skirt woman's head in both hands turned into a rough puppet's head!
More than that, the blood skirt woman's body has become a puppet, the puppet's body has been rotten, ferocious and ugly.
"What is this..."
Shen Lang knelt on the ground, at a loss.
In the dark, he felt that the young man in black was not deliberately fooling himself, but what was the meaning of all this?
He doesn't understand!
Shen Lang just felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.……
For a long time, Meier sat quietly in front of the spring and practiced breathing. Every day with the waves, morning dew, sunset, near the end of the world.
One hundred thousand years later, even though the world is not as old as it should be, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.
In the past 100000 years, Meier watched with her own eyes the body in the spring, and her soul power recovered little by little. It was not until 50000 years ago that Shen Lang's body began to be repaired bit by bit.
With the slow repair of the body, Shen Lang's body swallowed and absorbed the holy spring without scale.
For a long time after that, Shen Lang's body continued to absorb the holy spring. Every time he absorbed part of the spring water, Shen Lang's body would recover part of it.
Seeing that Shen Lang's body is recovering little by little, mei'er is overjoyed and works harder to practice and train herself.
I hope that I can break through the realm of immortals before I wake up from the waves and make men look at me with new eyes.
Meier's efforts were not in vain. Thanks to the unique cultivation conditions of dashengfeng, she successively broke through the later stage and the peak of Dixian, and in the 50000 year, she broke her own bottleneck and reached the goal of Tianxian cultivation!
If in the outside world, it will take at least ten times, or even tens of times, more time to impact the celestial realm! This is the gift of the seven color God Huang. Most of the poor monks can't break through the celestial realm in their life.
After breaking through the cultivation of immortals, Meier didn't stop. She was still working hard. Finally, in the 90000 year, she broke through the middle stage of immortals!
During this period, Shen Lang's body is also constantly absorbing and swallowing the scale free body.
Finally, after 100000 years, Shen Lang completely recovered to its original appearance, and the scale free spring in Da Sheng peak was completely absorbed by him.
Shen Lang's soul power has been completely restored as usual, and the vitality and vitality of his body have also been restored at a slow speed. It is hard to wake up for a while.
One hundred thousand years later, Meier looks like yesterday and is thin. In her eyes, there is a kind of morbid persistence. Almost every moment, she is expecting the waves to wake up.
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For a long time, Shen Lang seemed to have a dream, a very short dream
I don't know how long later, Shen Lang found himself standing in the tumbling clouds, with everything under his feet and the sky above him.
"Here you are again."
A low voice came to Shen Lang's ear.
In front of him, he suddenly showed a black air and turned into a young man with black hair in coarse linen and sheep skull mask.
The young man turned his back to himself, his black hair was calm, and his body was full of cold and terror.
"It's you Who are you? "
Shen Lang stared at the figure of the young man with black hair in front of him, and asked.
He had seen the figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person had countless connections with himself.
In the last battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, who was the incarnation of the fragments of Tianji hexagram disk.
"I'm you, you're not me, I'm dead. You coward is dead now. " The young man with black hair, with a cold voice, uttered a difficult speech.
"What! I I'm dead? "
When Shen Lang understood the last sentence, he was surprised and subconsciously stretched out his hands.
I found that my hands had become unreal, and my body seemed to disappear at any time.
"Though you are dead, you are not quite dead. The blood of Shennong wants to clean the breath of reincarnation on you and touch the boundary, then I will appear in your soul. You are lucky that you are not taken away by reincarnation again. "
The young man with black hair turned his back to the waves with a trace of disdain.
"I can't understand all this. I just want to know what's the relationship between you and me? Who the hell are you? " Shen Lang asked in bewilderment.
"My existence means nothing to you." The young man with black hair said indifferently.
This sentence seems to show that all explanations are meaningless to him.
Shen Lang was unwilling and said, "since you don't want to say it, I'll change the question. Why am I the chosen one? Is this also predestined? Will I eventually die like the other chosen ones? "
"The truth in practice represents the self in samsara. If you want to go out of reincarnation, you need to find your true self. Coward, you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all
As soon as the voice of the young man with black hair fell, a red mist suddenly floated on his side and turned into a woman in a blood skirt.
The woman in the blood skirt is very thin and beautiful. Her facial features are exquisite. She has a red flower in her hands.
The blood skirt woman faced the waves like a puppet, with a stiff and strange smile at the corner of her mouth!
"Cher?"
Shen Lang was so surprised that he soon calmed down: "no, it's not Xueer!"
The blood skirt woman holding the flowers on the other side has seven or eight points of similarity with Su Ruoxue's appearance, but her temperament is too weird and frightening, which is totally different from Su Ruoxue's temperament.
Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the young man with black hair meant, the young man with black hair suddenly reached out his rough right hand and twisted the neck of the woman with blood skirt!
Blood skirt woman's head was rigidly twisted down, and a lot of blood shot out of the broken head.
At this moment, the sky suddenly began to rain scarlet blood.
"No!"
Shen Lang's eyes were wide open, his heart suddenly felt a strong tingle, and his mouth roared hysterically.
He flew forward and caught the blood skirt woman's falling head.
Shen Lang knelt down in the clouds, holding the head of the woman in the blood skirt in both hands, the face stained with blood still kept a stiff and strange smile, and the wound at the broken head was still pouring blood out.
Blood skirt woman's gripping smile makes Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad. This kind of feeling is beyond words.
Shen Lang's heart is filled with endless violence, anger, killing intention and hatred. He glares at the young man with black hair in front of him and is about to ask why he did it.
The body of the young man in black robe suddenly turned into a black fog and gradually dissipated.
"Pathetic coward, your life is meaningless to you."
After saying this meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated, and there was no more blood rain in the sky.
Shen Lang's blood skirt woman's head in both hands turned into a rough puppet's head!
More than that, the blood skirt woman's body has become a puppet, the puppet's body has been rotten, ferocious and ugly.
"What is this..."
Shen Lang knelt on the ground, at a loss.
In the dark, he felt that the young man in black was not deliberately fooling himself, but what was the meaning of all this?
He doesn't understand!
Shen Lang just felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.……
For a long time, Meier sat quietly in front of the spring and practiced breathing. Every day with the waves, morning dew, sunset, near the end of the world.
One hundred thousand years later, even though the world is not as old as it should be, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.
In the past 100000 years, Meier watched with her own eyes the body in the spring, and her soul power recovered little by little. It was not until 50000 years ago that Shen Lang's body began to be repaired bit by bit.
With the slow repair of the body, Shen Lang's body swallowed and absorbed the holy spring without scale.
For a long time after that, Shen Lang's body continued to absorb the holy spring. Every time he absorbed part of the spring water, Shen Lang's body would recover part of it.
Seeing that Shen Lang's body is recovering little by little, mei'er is overjoyed and works harder to practice and train herself.
I hope that I can break through the realm of immortals before I wake up from the waves and make men look at me with new eyes.
Meier's efforts were not in vain. Thanks to the unique cultivation conditions of dashengfeng, she successively broke through the later stage and the peak of Dixian, and in the 50000 year, she broke her own bottleneck and reached the goal of Tianxian cultivation!
If in the outside world, it will take at least ten times, or even tens of times, more time to impact the celestial realm! This is the gift of the seven color God Huang. Most of the poor monks can't break through the celestial realm in their life.
After breaking through the cultivation of immortals, Meier didn't stop. She was still working hard. Finally, in the 90000 year, she broke through the middle stage of immortals!
During this period, Shen Lang's body is also constantly absorbing and swallowing the scale free body.
Finally, after 100000 years, Shen Lang completely recovered to its original appearance, and the scale free spring in Da Sheng peak was completely absorbed by him.
Shen Lang's soul power has been completely restored as usual, and the vitality and vitality of his body have also been restored at a slow speed. It is hard to wake up for a while.
One hundred thousand years later, Meier looks like yesterday and is thin. In her eyes, there is a kind of morbid persistence. Almost every moment, she is expecting the waves to wake up.
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For a long time, Shen Lang seemed to have a dream, a very short dream I don't know how long later, Shen Lang found himself standing in the tumbling clouds, with everything under his feet and the sky above him. "Here you are again." A low voice came to Shen Lang's ear. In front of him, he suddenly showed a black air and turned into a young man with black hair in coarse linen and sheep skull mask. The young man turned his back to himself, his black hair was calm, and his body was full of cold and terror. "It's you Who are you? " Shen Lang stared at the figure of the young man with black hair in front of him, and asked. He had seen the figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person had countless connections with himself. In the last battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, who was the incarnation of the fragments of Tianji hexagram disk. "I'm you, you're not me, I'm dead. You coward is dead now. " The young man with black hair, with a cold voice, uttered a difficult speech. "What! I I'm dead? " When Shen Lang understood the last sentence, he was surprised and subconsciously stretched out his hands. I found that my hands had become unreal, and my body seemed to disappear at any time. "Though you are dead, you are not quite dead. The blood of Shennong wants to clean the breath of reincarnation on you and touch the boundary, then I will appear in your soul. You are lucky that you are not taken away by reincarnation again. " The young man with black hair turned his back to the waves with a trace of disdain. "I can't understand all this. I just want to know what's the relationship between you and me? Who the hell are you? " Shen Lang asked in bewilderment. "My existence means nothing to you." The young man with black hair said indifferently. This sentence seems to show that all explanations are meaningless to him. Shen Lang was unwilling and said, "since you don't want to say it, I'll change the question. Why am I the chosen one? Is this also predestined? Will I eventually die like the other chosen ones? " "The truth in practice represents the self in samsara. If you want to go out of reincarnation, you need to find your true self. Coward, you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all As soon as the voice of the young man with black hair fell, a red mist suddenly floated on his side and turned into a woman in a blood skirt. The woman in the blood skirt is very thin and beautiful. Her facial features are exquisite. She has a red flower in her hands. The blood skirt woman faced the waves like a puppet, with a stiff and strange smile at the corner of her mouth! "Cher?" Shen Lang was so surprised that he soon calmed down: "no, it's not Xueer!" The blood skirt woman holding the flowers on the other side has seven or eight points of similarity with Su Ruoxue's appearance, but her temperament is too weird and frightening, which is totally different from Su Ruoxue's temperament. Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the young man with black hair meant, the young man with black hair suddenly reached out his rough right hand and twisted the neck of the woman with blood skirt! Blood skirt woman's head was rigidly twisted down, and a lot of blood shot out of the broken head. At this moment, the sky suddenly began to rain scarlet blood. "No!" Shen Lang's eyes were wide open, his heart suddenly felt a strong tingle, and his mouth roared hysterically. He flew forward and caught the blood skirt woman's falling head. Shen Lang knelt down in the clouds, holding the head of the woman in the blood skirt in both hands, the face stained with blood still kept a stiff and strange smile, and the wound at the broken head was still pouring blood out. Blood skirt woman's gripping smile makes Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad. This kind of feeling is beyond words. Shen Lang's heart is filled with endless violence, anger, killing intention and hatred. He glares at the young man with black hair in front of him and is about to ask why he did it. The body of the young man in black robe suddenly turned into a black fog and gradually dissipated. "Pathetic coward, your life is meaningless to you." After saying this meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated, and there was no more blood rain in the sky. Shen Lang's blood skirt woman's head in both hands turned into a rough puppet's head! More than that, the blood skirt woman's body has become a puppet, the puppet's body has been rotten, ferocious and ugly. "What is this..." Shen Lang knelt on the ground, at a loss. In the dark, he felt that the young man in black was not deliberately fooling himself, but what was the meaning of all this? He doesn't understand! Shen Lang just felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad. For a long time, Meier sat quietly in front of the spring and practiced breathing. Every day with the waves, morning dew, sunset, near the end of the world. One hundred thousand years later, even though the world is not as old as it should be, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. In the past 100000 years, Meier watched with her own eyes the body in the spring, and her soul power recovered little by little. It was not until 50000 years ago that Shen Lang's body began to be repaired bit by bit. With the slow repair of the body, Shen Lang's body swallowed and absorbed the holy spring without scale. For a long time after that, Shen Lang's body continued to absorb the holy spring. Every time he absorbed part of the spring water, Shen Lang's body would recover part of it. Seeing that Shen Lang's body is recovering little by little, mei'er is overjoyed and works harder to practice and train herself. I hope that I can break through the realm of immortals before I wake up from the waves and make men look at me with new eyes. Meier's efforts were not in vain. Thanks to the unique cultivation conditions of dashengfeng, she successively broke through the later stage and the peak of Dixian, and in the 50000 year, she broke her own bottleneck and reached the goal of Tianxian cultivation! If in the outside world, it will take at least ten times, or even tens of times, more time to impact the celestial realm! This is the gift of the seven color God Huang. Most of the poor monks can't break through the celestial realm in their life. After breaking through the cultivation of immortals, Meier didn't stop. She was still working hard. Finally, in the 90000 year, she broke through the middle stage of immortals! During this period, Shen Lang's body is also constantly absorbing and swallowing the scale free body. Finally, after 100000 years, Shen Lang completely recovered to its original appearance, and the scale free spring in Da Sheng peak was completely absorbed by him. Shen Lang's soul power has been completely restored as usual, and the vitality and vitality of his body have also been restored at a slow speed. It is hard to wake up for a while. One hundred thousand years later, Meier looks like yesterday and is thin. In her eyes, there is a kind of morbid persistence. Almost every moment, she is expecting the waves to wake up. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
