In the rumbling explosion, accompanied by a terrifying roar, a ball of blue light flashed, and the bronze giant suddenly appeared next to the crack, and countless tentacles above his head swayed and rolled down towards everyone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Immediately after, a brilliant silver light exploded in the air, and a spear whistled and stabbed down.

"It's too late, let's go!"

The war barbarian turned into a streamer and melted into Yang Ling's eyebrows, and then an irresistible force pushed Yang Ling and all the dragons into the crack.

Yang Ling only had time to press the button of the pet space, and the person was surrounded by colorful light.

"Ding~" A light curtain appeared in front of Yang Ling's eyes.

"Detected that the system owner is trapped in a high-dimensional space, danger level 100, and the system protection ...... is being activated"

However, before Yang Ling had time to look at the news on the light curtain, a huge pressure slammed down on his body, and Yang Ling's eyes darkened, and he felt that he was squeezed into powder by the terrifying pressure, and he lost all consciousness at once.

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Time is long, I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where it ends.

Yang Ling felt that he had fallen into the boundless darkness of the abyss, and the cold that was cold to the bone marrow gradually turned into a soul-wrenching torment.

I don't know how long this time lasted, and as the pain became more and more intense and unbearable, he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, his body shook and he opened his eyes.

And when he woke up, he felt even more pain, just like the whole person was pressed by a road roller, but it seemed that someone was still angry, and put himself in the rice mill to grind into particles, but it seemed that he was still angry, and put it in a huge steel mill to grind it into powder, and finally kindly mixed himself with water a few times, and reshaped it into a person with a grinding tool.

In fact, Yang Ling didn't know what he was like, the only thing he could move was a pair of eyes, but every time he turned, it was a heart-rending pain, and his whole body was like it was on fire, making him can't help but snort in pain again.

As far as you can see, there is a roof, with a few rough logs as beams, cobwebs everywhere, a few shriveled and unrecognizable things hanging on the beams, the roof is covered with dead grass, revealing several large holes, bright light shines in through the holes, and the abandoned cobwebs shake gently in the light, which is very dazzling.

Where the hell is this? Is there such a dilapidated house on earth, and why is he in a thatched house?

Yang Ling had a splitting headache, thought about a few questions slightly, and suddenly seemed to be filing like thousands of hacksaws in his mind.

A few heavy gasps, the body is like pulling a bellows, accompanied by more pain.

After lying with his eyes closed for a long time, feeling the pain weaken slightly, Yang Ling began to try to invoke the aura, only to find that he could not release a trace of the power of the divine soul, and completely became a wasted person, so he tried to concentrate on communicating with the system, and found that there was no response.

I'll go, this is not a way for Lao Tzu to live!

Yang Ling groaned in his heart, and then quietly stopped making any moves, at least now he could be sure that he had left the reaper's mine, which was the only good news.

After a long time, just when Yang Ling was in a daze, he heard a squeak, it seemed that the door had been pushed open, and with the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw the face of a human girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Yang Ling's tears suddenly came out.

After waiting for so long, he finally saw a living person, and it was a human, not a horned demon or an ant or even a rhinoceros.

"Oh, you're awake!" the girl exclaimed, and then looked at him nervously, "What's wrong with you? Don't cry! Are you hungry?"

A voice in Yang Ling's heart couldn't help but shout, I'm excited, excited, not crying!

Looking at the girl's surprised and helpless expression, Yang Ling's mouth squirmed a few times and said, "Give ...... Give me some water......"

"Okay, you'll be a little later!" said the girl, and then she staggered out, and in a moment brought a broken pottery bowl to his mouth.

As a little bit of cool water entered his mouth, Yang Ling felt that his burning throat was much better, and then he forcibly endured the pain all over his body and drank the water in a few sips.

Seeing that Yang Ling's face seemed to be a little better, the girl said, "You wait a while, I'll call my aunt!"

After the girl finished speaking, she pedaled out again.

More than ten minutes later, Yang Ling heard a sound of footsteps, and after a while, a girl and a woman appeared in front of him, the woman was quite delicate, but her face was full of wind and frost color, and her skin was slightly rough, although she looked only in her thirties, she already had crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and she was wearing very old coarse cloth clothes on her upper body, and she was wrapped in a blue-gray turban on her head.

The woman glanced at Yang Ling a few times, and then asked softly, "Are you hungry!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly, and then began to gasp heavily, and a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He felt that the pain was still secondary, he had experienced this pain more than once, and he was used to the pain, the pain, the pain, and the pain was also a little habitual, but at the moment, he couldn't gather the aura for cultivation, this was the biggest problem, he didn't know what happened after being pushed into the super Xuan Realm tree by the war barbarians, and he would come to this cabin, but the most important thing at the moment was to recover his body first, at least to be able to open the ring, otherwise he would become a waste person for the rest of his life, not to mention returning to the earth, he might not even be able to be an ordinary person, and he would die in this inexplicable place.

The woman turned around and went out, and after a while brought a bowl of slimy food with a strange taste, the girl fed it into Yang Ling's mouth with a wooden spoon, and the food entrance was indescribably bitter and slimy, like a gruel made of various wild vegetables and herbs, which made him unable to swallow it when he was used to eating delicious food and all kinds of spiritual food.

However, Yang Ling estimated that the food was not easy to come by by the only thing he could see with his eyes now and the clothes worn by the mother and daughter, so he swallowed hard.

There is no spiritual food to replenish the body, and this unpalatable food is his hope to live.

Soon, a bowl of strange porridge was eaten clean by Yang Ling, and then sleepiness hit, and he fell asleep again.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

Under the care of the girl and the woman, Yang Ling was finally able to slowly do some simple movements, and even move out of bed with difficulty.

It was only now that Yang Ling discovered that the simplicity of this house was even more simple than he imagined, and it could be described as a house with four walls, almost to the point of decay and collapse.