Yang Ling gritted his teeth and jumped down, and at the same time, a flying sword swirled out and was trampled under his feet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As his body continued to fall, the whirring wind passed by his ears, the black light and shadow continued to lengthen, and Yang Ling fell like a meteor into the depths of the endless abyss-like pit.

The surroundings were getting darker and darker, and the aura that made his soul agitated became stronger and stronger, and he didn't know how long it fell, until his divine sense was exhausted, and his divine soul could no longer suppress it, and then he slowly stopped.

There was almost nothing to be seen in front of them, it was completely pitch black, as silent as a void, without a glimmer of light.

Yang Ling hung quietly in the air, only the faint light emitted by the flying sword flickered slightly like a firefly, he hesitated, and continued to go deeper He felt that his divine soul would definitely be squeezed out of his body, once that situation happened, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

Old man Xian once said that when reaching the spiritual realm, the soul can leave the body for a short time, but there is no trace of self-preservation.

No matter how good the reward is, it's not worth fighting for his life, just like the last time he got that statue, he no longer dares to believe in system protection.

He stayed for more than ten minutes, until the countdown to the last ten minutes popped up on the light curtain in front of him, and after Yang Ling hesitated for a few more minutes, he sighed dejectedly and controlled the flying sword to slowly rise.

I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, although the three women have been sleeping for several years, but after all, they are not married, as the saying goes, unfilial piety is the only seedling in the family, if it dies like this, the pain of the father and mother can be imagined.

"Knock~~"

Just as Yang Ling slowly floated up less than a hundred meters, a sound came from under the endless darkness, he thought he had heard it wrong, he stopped and listened for a while, and there was an almost inaudible sound from below, although the sound was extremely weak, but his divine sense was swaying a little.

"Knock~~"

More than ten seconds later, another voice came, and this time I heard it more clearly.

This time he was sure that he was not delusional.

Yang Ling had an urge to vomit blood, standing on the flying sword and was depressed and wanted to pull his hair out, Lao Tzu was obviously about to give up, why did he seduce me like this?

Three minutes had passed since the countdown on the light curtain, and the numbers were still beating, and just as he hesitated, a minute passed in a blink of an eye.

Go down or go back?

It's a dilemma.

Compared with the previous impulse to get a reward without hesitation, Yang Ling felt that he was about to collapse, if something forced him down at this time, maybe he would have no hesitation without any choice, but now it is the crossroads of one step of heaven and one step of hell, and the initiative is still in his own hands, this feeling is entangled to the point of no return.

Two more minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and less than four minutes remained.

Looking at the last few minutes, Yang Ling finally made a choice...... He turned around and flew up, he decided not to want this reward, anyway, if he couldn't complete the system, there was no punishment, this super weird place, it was really not worth risking his life.

While the rewards are all good, the small life is more important.

Now, he is more and more desperate for his life.

But the moment he turned around, a clearer voice came from below, and then an aura that made him extremely frightened roared like a shadow, turning into a pitch-black tide that overwhelmed him.

"Boom~"

Yang Ling felt a violent shock in his mind, and then his soul was like a small boat in the wild waves, and in the midst of the puff, countless tentacles stretched out from the dark tide to entangle his soul and pull it down desperately.

"Goodong~~"

Yang Ling felt that he had fallen headlong into the cold water, he couldn't see or hear, and he couldn't feel his body, he could only feel the cold, it was a kind of cold that made his soul tremble, like falling into an ice cave, being pulled by a huge force and sinking continuously, sinking into an endless pitch-black abyss.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, he struggled desperately, but he couldn't resist the huge pulling force at all, and the more he struggled, the tighter those tentacles became entangled.

In the rapid sinking, Yang Ling felt that he was slowly dissipating, and his thinking was becoming more and more blurred.

Paralyzed, this time it was finally my turn to choose a chance to escape, but I still didn't escape.

Yang Ling felt that he was very defeated and helpless, his consciousness became more and more blurred, as if he was completely frozen, and he no longer had half of his strength.

"Remember...... Don't forget your original ......"

It was as if a sigh came softly from an extremely distant place.

At this time, Yang Ling could barely feel his presence, and it seemed that the last time he was in this blur of near death, he heard the voice of the spirit woman.

"What is my original intention?"

He gathered the last of his thoughts, wondering about the question.

"This dead baby, how can he eat everything? He can even nibble on a few bites of raw bitter gourd, and when he grows up, he will gnaw down all the stars in the sky!"

In a small farmhouse courtyard, a young woman held a child in her arms, her eyebrows and eyes were vaguely familiar, and she stared at the child's forehead and gently poked her fingers at it. And the child in her arms, only half a year old, has just grown two white front teeth, and is holding an emerald green bitter gourd in his hand, and the saliva is rising from his mouth.

"Hehe~" A face stretched out next to him, it was a young man, with a hint of a smile on his face, it was a little similar to Yang Ling, the man teased the child and said with a smile: "Catch Ming'er, I'll go to the town to sell a few fruit trees and plant them in the yard, and when I grow up, I will wait for him to eat enough!"

"Is this me?"

In a daze, Yang Ling looked at the little guy who was holding the bitter gourd and gnawed happily, watching the emerald green juice come out of the corner of his mouth, he licked his mouth very puzzled, and then frowned again, can you eat bitter gourd? maybe...... It's not bad to take a bite!

Yang Ling opened his mouth and couldn't help but take a bite.

It's so bitter!

A bitter taste that made his soul tremble welled in his mouth, and then there was a violent shock around him, and in an instant the sky shook and the earth shook, and the black tide that overwhelmed him began to churn, and the tentacles wrapped around his soul began to sway wildly.

It's so stupid, Lao Tzu actually eats bitter melon!

Yang Ling wanted to spit out what he had eaten in his mouth, but the smell seemed to stick to his soul, and there seemed to be a kind of appearance that he would not stop until he died of suffering, and this kind of bitterness was even more terrible than poison, and it made him feel painful, so Yang Ling struggled desperately in the black tide. (To be continued.) )