Chapter 144 Life

I don't know how long it took, all the ghosts have died, and no one has bothered him anymore. Then came the endless darkness of death and emptiness. The lucky one who escaped in front of him was also gradually eroded by his soul and will until the moment of complete sinking, even the body and spirit completely became part of this darkness.

The last consciousness goes down little by little.

numbness, forget life, forget memory, forget yourself.

The crumbling flame on the remnant candle is about to go out in the dark, which will be the end of everything.

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely swallowed up by the darkness, he suddenly heard a rustling sound above his head, which was particularly harsh in the void and immediately shocked his dying mind. Like a wisp of spring breeze brushing his cheeks, the extremely gentle feeling opens his eyes, and then spreads his whole body, gradually awakening his numb body.

I don't know how long it took, the perception of the five senses returned to his body, and the buoyancy that dragged his body suddenly disappeared. He suddenly lost his support and fell down from mid-air.

On the way down, his mind quickly returned to sobriety. Looking up at the sky, he saw the darkness in the sky a little dim, and a faint light came from him.

This feeling is that the hole is open? Did the five days pass like this, or did the blood wolf monk come back in time and ask for the release of this chief disciple when his life was in danger?

No matter what the reason is, the joy of the rest of life after the disaster is enough to fill your heart. Although he is still in a dark world, the faint light above his head is enough to give him a sense of worship, and his yearning is as strong as praising his father.

Even if I die, I will die in the light!

Holding this idea, when his body was about to fall into the mud one foot thick on the ground, he concentrated all the remaining strength of his body under his feet, pedaled to the ground desperately, and rose up like an arrow from the string.

At this time, many people have gathered outside the iron gate of Wusheng Pavilion.

The dark breath spread, and the lights swayed out. Only the faint green halo from the gem pendant in the hands of the captain of the guard became the only light source in the space, and was also forced to be extremely dim by the rich darkness.

With this light source, the faces of the people present can be faintly identified. Yan Yu, Xiaoxiang, Fang Yiyuan, Song Qingsha, Lv Tong, Wei Fei, Gong Yunxiu... Most of these disciples are extremely awe-inspiring figures gathered together at this moment, silently waiting for the result of someone's life and death. In addition to these top masters, some big-level figures have also come here. Although their reputation is not as loud as the previous ones, they also have considerable power and are rarely seen on weekdays.

At the last moment of his life, he can still get the attention of so many people. Even if he has always slept in the darkness, he can be proud of this grand funeral.

After the sound of the roulette stopped, the cave fell into a dead atmosphere. No one spoke, but could only hear people's light or heavy breathing, and some weak disciples could not control their heartbeats and pounded in the dark.

In the dark world behind the iron gate, there was no response. The silent atmosphere was so unbearable, but it also gave some people's worried hearts some comfort.

No response is the most appropriate response. None of the amazing sages in the history of Bosamen can stay in the Wusheng Pavilion for more than three days. No matter how talented the current chief is, he can't surpass his predecessors and be buried in it. It's probably a certain result.

With the passage of time, some people's mood became more and more stable, while a few people's mood sank to the bottom.

Fang Yiyuan looked at Yan Yu not far away and saw his expressionless face flashing with joy and joy. He couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth and outlined a shallow arc of deep ridicule.

Uncle Dugu finally took revenge for his beloved disciple, which is indeed a matter worthy of congratulations. However, Yan Yu may not know that although the chief is dead, Xiaoge is still alive, so he will be your real nightmare...

Only those who have had a fight with Ge Xinglie will really understand his horror. That is a kind of loneliness and arrogance that is completely different from the chief. Compared with the chief, this new brother with a changeable temperament is the most troublesome!

Uncle Dugu, Brother Yan, look at what you have done!

The little song didn't come today! He may not know the power of the chief and didn't pay attention to him. However, from today on, he can really think so, and there will be no bad luck to be taught...

Fang Yiyuan's long concentration finally alerted Yanyu. He glanced over and quietly took a step aside to protect Xiaoxiang by his side.

Since the death of the chief, two seats have had the greatest authority, but these two seats have come together, which is really worrying.

When Yan Yu thought so, his happy mood became heavy again.

I don't know why his number one enemy, Cheng Gang, didn't come today. As for Lv Tong, she fell into the shadow of being defeated by Ge Xinglie last time. Blind hatred made her unable to see the current situation and turned a blind eye to the olive branch thrown by Yan Yu. In her current state, it won't take long for something regrettable to happen...

Among many disciples, Wei Fei is the closest one to the iron gate. He lowered his head to hide the loss, sadness and a trace of fear in his eyes. The ally he had just made a few days ago has only met once and has fallen into the abyss, which has brought him a huge blow. You know, although it is normal to change allies in the devil's door, Qin Yan is really a friend who can really make friends with him. He has been in the Devil's Gate for many years, and countless forces have been rejected by him. Similar to Qin Yan's idea, he would rather maintain the style of a Lone Ranger than always beware of sharp knives that may be handed over from behind. In the fights in the magic gate, he coldly observed the performance of the crowd. Qin Yan's temperament was the only one that met his expectations, so he deliberately made friends until the third time succeeded. Unexpectedly, as soon as I said goodbye, the news came immediately that Qin Yan had been entered the Wusheng Pavilion...

The so-called world is impermanent, but that's all! Maybe when it will be my turn?

Far behind Wei Fei was Gong Yunxiu standing against the wall. Her face was hidden in a wide hat pocket and silently stared at the darkness behind the gate. The faint light projected to the edge of the cave shows beautiful curved lines and patterns in her gray robe and hat pocket, and the moment of manipulating light and darkness has an effect on her. If someone observes carefully, you can see a faint sadness in the flowing and changing lines.