Sitting on the damp rock, Sun Changkong looked at the dark surroundings, his dry throat couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his nervous mood eased a little. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He couldn't tell what had just happened. At the moment of entering the water, Sun Changkong didn't feel the reaction force from the water, and the speed of his body falling did not weaken in the slightest. He only felt that he had become a meteor in the sky, and he didn't know where he would fall.

Hitting the ground at such an extremely high speed, let alone a mortal like him, even if the immortals descended to earth, they would probably fall to pieces. Although he didn't know how much time he had left, he begged all the gods he knew, and he didn't even pull down the broom star.

"Broom Star, go you!"

Sun Changkong's prayer seemed to be answered, and for a while he only felt a few breaths of cardiac arrest, and then a stream of hot blood rushed directly to the commanding heights of the Heavenly Spirit, almost spurting out from the top of his head. Dizzy, he reached out and groped, but he didn't get anything.

"Three fat, Ade, where are you?"

Sun Changkong called his partner's name, because he was so anxious that he forgot the name of the third person. However, there is no need to worry about it so much at the moment, and getting out of danger as soon as possible is the key.

Then he called for help a few more times, and this time he was sure that the place where he was at this time was an extremely spacious space, and that there was not even a single echo in his throat, and there was only endless desolation and terrible loneliness.

Long before entering the water, Sun Changkong had already put all the items he was carrying on the shore, not to mention that he was a self-defense guy, even if he didn't have a fire fold for lighting. He groped his way forward in the dark, stumbling along the way, and every now and then he could hear a few strange screams, but they disappeared again. At first, Sun Changkong was still a little jealous. But as time passed, he wished he had a living creature as his companion, even the rat he hated the most.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Hoo ......"

Sun Changkong lay on his back on a rock beneath him, letting the cool breeze blow across his sweaty cheeks. He also forgot whether his eyes were open or closed, and the result was the same anyway.

Suddenly, Sun Changkong suddenly sat up from the rock, and a pair of eyes that had lost their brilliance actually appeared again. In his expression, there was a rare hope.

"If there is wind, then there must be a connection between here and the outside world, and there must be a way out where the wind outlet is!"

Sun Changkong never wanted to give up this last glimmer of hope, and in a hurry, he didn't have time to consider the possible potential danger, and clinged to the stone wall next to him to approach the wind.

The closer he got to the destination, the stronger the wind in the space, and when he got to the back, Sun Changkong could barely move forward upright, so he had to bend over and move forward like a hunchbacked old man. Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and with some unremitting efforts, Sun Changkong finally saw a long-lost ray of light coming from ahead.

"It's light, there's play!"

Sun Changkong's words were just to strengthen his belief in moving forward. He was afraid that when he got there, he would only see despair, and he feared that he would give up on survival for fear of failure, and that would end up being a dead end. At this moment, he is his most loyal companion, and no one can replace him.

"Ten meters, five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter ......"

Sun Changkong silently counted the distance between himself and the light source in his heart, seeing that victory was in sight, but he had reached the limit, and now it seemed that he would have to spend all his strength to take a step. And the air around him became extremely viscous at this time, and now he was like being soaked in a jar of paste, and his every move had to withstand tremendous resistance.

"Ahh

In a heart-rending roar, a strong aura suddenly appeared in Sun Changkong's weak body, and after careful inspection, it was actually from the eagle pattern in the unique true scripture map.

In an instant, he only felt a sharp pain coming from his back, and then his whole body floated up. At this moment, his body was as if a pair of wings had been planted, and with a slight fan, he rushed forward with all his might, and the tuyere, which seemed impossible to break through, was actually stumbled through by Sun Chang's empty egg!

Breaking through the tuyere, Sun Changkong no longer had the slightest strength on his body, rolled down like a broken wing, and fell between the rocks. A raised rock opened a large hole in his forehead, and blood "gurgled out", and the situation was not good.

"Come!"

Suddenly, there was a call from the space, which was like a heavenly Sanskrit sound, constantly echoing in the stone cave, and then those thousands of wisps of white light that permeated the space seemed to be summoned, all projected on the unconscious Sun Changkong. An indescribable force poured into his limbs, injecting fresh aura into his depleted veins.

On the other hand, the white light turned into a healing holy relic, constantly pouring into several large and small wounds on Sun Changkong's body, causing it to quickly scab over and recover, leaving only a shallow white mark in the end.

Although the whole process lasted only a short time of incense, it was a earth-shaking change for Sun Changkong. You know, according to the previous situation, as long as he delayed for a while and a half, he would die of excessive blood loss. And it was that mysterious and magical white light that saved him and gave him a second life.

Sun Changkong, who had just struggled from the brink of life and death, plunged into a pool of living water next to him as soon as he opened his eyes. However, after a while, the water in the pool, which was not a big pool, was actually drunk by him to drop the water level by a finger deep, although it was replenished again later, but there was still a little shortcoming.

Sun Changkong, who finally climbed up from the pond, spread out on the ground, and kept coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out the entire lobes of his lungs.

"It's so hard to drink, it's even harder to swallow than the water in a pot. If you are not thirsty, even if you give a mountain of gold for nothing, Lao Tzu will never drink it. ”

Sun Changkong cursed and stood up from the ground, only to find that behind the water behind the pool, there was actually a jade carved throne. There is a person sitting on the throne, and the whole body is radiant, making it difficult to look directly, and it is even more delusional to want to see the other party's appearance.

Now Sun Changkong is a little blind, but being enlightened does not mean being stupid. He knew that it was the source of these white lights, the mysterious man on the throne, who saved his life at the critical moment.

"Who are you!"

Sun Changkong's questioning was very direct, even a little reckless. He was used to this way of greeting, even if the elders of Cangbei Immortal Yuan were here, they would never be an exception. In the entire Immortal Garden, there are only two people he really respects, one is the head of the family, Fang Xishi, and the other is his master Wang Daoren. Sun Changkong will only be polite to the people he respects, and the current life-saving benefactor is not qualified enough. Because, he felt that everything that had happened before must be inextricably linked to him.

However, the other party was not angry because Sun Changkong was unreasonable. The man remained on the throne, looking at him with the attitude of a Creator looking at all things in the world, his eyes firm but full of tenderness, like a loving father who gave birth to him, and like a strict teacher who taught and taught him.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, you brought me to this hellish place!"

He had wanted to provoke the other party by using this to make the man show up. Who knows, the other party is as immobile as a mountain, still calm. From just now to now, his expression has not changed in the slightest, he is still a kind and friendly smile, and he looks like a lifelike wax figure at once.

"Wait, wax ......"

A thought quickly flashed through Sun Changkong's mind, and then his whole person flew up several meters high, and he jumped lightly in front of the other party. Then he stretched out two fingers of his right hand and tentatively moved them under the man's nostrils.

"Dead ...... Dead!"

I couldn't believe that the mysterious person on the throne who appeared in front of Sun Changkong was actually a corpse that had already returned to the sky. Thinking of the ridiculous scene when he was just talking to himself, he longed to crush the corpse in front of him and scatter the ashes.

But the dead are the greatest, and the bad people have saved their lives, and he can't do such an ungrateful thing. Muttering a few "sins, sins", Sun Changkong bowed respectfully to the deceased. Taking advantage of the opportunity to look up, he turned his gaze to the other person's face, trying to see the other person's appearance clearly.

This is an old man who is hundreds of years old, and after his death, his body is still a fairy wind bone, not corrupt or transformed, and he must have cultivated to the realm of heaven and earth with the same life.

Once this realm is reached, even if the soul returns to the sky, the remaining gong body can still exist alone, as long as there is no external force to destroy, it can be preserved for thousands of years, forever. And when he thought that it was actually a corpse that had just saved him, Sun Changkong felt a cool breeze coming from the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing pranks in the back. He'd heard a lot of ghost stories, but this was the first time he'd seen something real.

The old man's demeanor was very serene, and there was no trace of struggle and pain. Because of this, his expression and movements at the last moment before his death have been preserved.

He was smiling, a relieved ease that made the smile a little slouchy, but it looked very comfortable, and he didn't feel uncomfortable because he was a dead corpse.

The position where Sun Changkong was just now was where the deceased's eyes were staring, at first he thought that the other party would show an approving look after seeing him, but now that he thinks about it, it turned out that he was just making himself amorous.

But then again, what happened at the beginning that could make a fairy wind Dao Gu who had lived for hundreds of years die with a smile? Is it a certain person, or a certain major event that makes him extremely happy and sad, the truth of which is probably only known to the person concerned and the old man in front of him.

"You old man is really strange, die or die, and put on such a stylish pose before dying. Hey, but the dead will eventually return to their roots. It's not a good idea to let you hang out like this all the time, so why don't I help you and bury it here?"

Sun Changkong bowed again, and then took the opportunity to look at the other party's face. The old man's expression is still the same, and he is cute. The only difference is that after such a period of wear, the light radiating from his body is getting weaker and weaker, if it was a lighthouse on the sea just now, then now he is a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time because of a sneeze.

"You don't speak, but you agree. Don't go back!"

Knowing that the other party would never be able to speak again, Sun Changkong humorously made a joke to himself. In the face of such a strange atmosphere, he could only relax his nervous mood a little in this way. After a little look at the surrounding terrain, Sun Changkong picked up the old man on the throne, the old man's body was very light, and he could hardly detect it. This is the result of many years of practice, the body is as light as a swallow, and there is no trace of stepping on the snow.

"This place is nice, although it is not a mountain, but it is also by the water. In the future, when you have nothing to do, you can go into the pond and take a shower, which is also a pastime, you say?"

Sun Changkong showed the old man his innate talent for humor, and at the same time began to dig the tomb for the other party. For so many years, he only set up a grave for his big yellow dog, but because the inscription misspelled "love dog" as "dog", he was ridiculed for more than half a year.

Recalling his childhood memories, Sun Changkong's face naturally showed a rather pleasant smile. At that time, he was very naïve, and he would not be physically and mentally exhausted by the chaos of events. Looking at the old man in the tomb, he sincerely envied the other party. When a person dies, he will no longer be troubled, he just needs to sleep in the ground.

However, at this moment, a seeping cold air suddenly rose from the tomb where the old man was lying, and a large area of ice mist appeared without warning, causing patches of ice to form on Sun Changkong's clothes.

"This ...... It's not good, it's going to be a corpse!"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Changkong only felt that the old man in front of him had suddenly doubled, and a slender palm with pale skin and black nails suddenly stabbed at him, straight to his throat.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant.

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