In order to avoid the pursuers, Shui Ling'er was unfortunately sucked into the Tongxian soup spring in the ruins. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He refused to drink Tongxian soup in the Immortal Trial Palace, and after he fell in, he was filled with this highly poisonous soup, and then a voice asked if he was willing to become an immortal.

Of course he didn't want to! Jin Shusheng had officially taken over as the head of the immortals, if he became an immortal, wouldn't he be able to follow the head of the traitorous horse?

But when the word "unwilling" barely came out, he suddenly couldn't stop screaming, but because he was trapped in the water, he couldn't scream, and his face was deformed in pain.

At this time, although he was besieged by the water, he seemed to have fallen into the fire, and the fire invaded him from the inside out, whether it was the flesh, the internal organs, and even the meridians, all of them were incinerated by the fire.

His eyes widened in fear, and he looked around to see that the water had lost its milky white color and had been dyed bright red. No need to ask, the bright red color must have come from his blood. The water under the spring is like this, and since it comes out of the ruins, those people on the shore must have been able to see the water of the ruins, and it is turning red because of him.

He was in terrible pain, his mouth and nose were blocked by the strong smell of blood, and he could not think of any way out of it except death. Eventually, his consciousness was gradually alienating, and at the last moment of his wakefulness, he asked himself a question: "Why don't my Demon Infant Treasure Blood Protector Fluorescent and Phoenix Feather Armor work?"

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But whoever falls into the ruins, no matter who he is, he is dead and lifeless, even if he is a demon baby, he will not be spared. As a result, Shui Ling'er died, and in the dark, he could even feel his soul being clamped by the powerful hand of death, and then peeled off from his body little by little.

After a long time, the consciousness returned, but it seemed to be floating in the void. He could feel it, but he couldn't catch it. He moved his eyelids, and when he found that he could open them, he timidly opened them, and what he saw was really a void with only milky white gas.

There was a dead silence in the void, and he shifted his body very lightly, but he heard a strange "creak" sound. His heart sank, and he experimentally linked a few more times, and the "squeak" sound became, "squeak, squeak, squeak......"

"I ...... How could I make such a noise?" Frightened, he lowered his head to examine himself, and suddenly let out a cry of fear, wanting to cry out loud, but he wanted to cry without tears.

It turned out that at this time, his flesh and blood had been lost, and he had turned into a white bone from head to toe, and the "squeak" sound just now was the sound made when his joints writhed. Apart from this sound, there is no proof of his existence.

"I've really lost my life to the ruins! The rumors from the outside world are true, I have been corroded into a white bone by the Tongxian soup!"

He sadly accepted this fact and tried to stand up, but found that the skeleton was weak and weak, and his lower limbs could not support his upper limbs, so he could only crawl on the ground. He climbed forward little by little, hoping to find an exit and get out of here.

"According to the law of cultivating immortals, if a disciple of cultivating immortals is poisoned and dies after drinking Tongxian soup, he has a chance to enter the six realms of reincarnation, why did I come here after being poisoned? Could it be that because I desecrated the immortal clan, I was punished and trapped in the void, and I was not allowed to live forever?"

He crawled forward slowly, already in despair, only to notice a flickering of white light in the thick fog ahead.

"What's that?" he wondered, forgetting his despair for a moment, and crawling as fast as he could towards the white light.

When he got closer, he struggled to raise his bony hand, pushed away the gas to take a closer look, and couldn't help but let out a terrifying scream again.

What appeared in front of him was another white skeleton, lying on the ground, trying to stand up.

"What's going on?" he muttered to himself, casually raising his hand, and the skeleton in the white light followed suit. Move your feet, and it moves with your feet, and the movements are exactly the same as his.

He now understood that the white light did not come from another white bone, but a mirror, and the white bone in the mirror was himself. (To be continued.) )