Shu Bo Yiyi probed this Xiao Chen's condition, but his face couldn't help but become more and more gloomy, the longer the time dragged on, the weaker the possibility of recovery, and now although there was no induction in the dojo, his heart had gradually dropped to the valley.

No!

Absolutely not!

The old palace master personally selected the successor, it must be an existence of great opportunity, how could he die halfway!

Lingzhi's pretty face regained its calmness, and even revealed a little indifference, only when his eyes fell on Xiao Chen, it would reveal a little pain. It's just that this pain was deeply pressed in her heart, although it was not revealed, but it was even more uncomfortable.

For half a year, regret continued to bite her heart like a poisonous worm, and if it weren't for the glimmer of hope in her heart, she would have been unable to persevere.

Click!

Click!

Without warning, the space in the left eyebrow dojo trembled suddenly, and then several cracks appeared directly, and there was a trickling rain sprinkled on the void, like the cry of the sky.

Uncle Shu's body shook, his face suddenly turned pale, his wrinkles were dense, and he looked countless old in an instant, and he looked up and exclaimed sadly, "Young Palace Master!"

Lingzhi's eyes dimmed in an instant, slowly closed her eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, and a kind of dead air emanated from her body.

The five Yaksha female cultivators lost their faces, only felt sadness from their hearts, and fell directly to the ground, as if they had a close relative far away, and their hearts were like knives.

More than 10,000 soldiers of the Nylon Legion, iron-blooded and ruthless, but this time their eyes were red at the same time, and they knelt down on one knee under the leadership of the five people in front of them, including Mocha, Dieshan, Suwon, Moge, and Lunzuo, "Congratulations to the Commander!"

"Greetings to the Commander!"

"Greetings to the Commander!"

"Greetings to the Commander!"

The sound of rolling waves resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The dojo is a strange omen, the void collapses, the sky weeps rain, for the omen of mourning, great sorrow.

There is only one person who can make the dojo manifest an omen, and that is Xiao Chen.

Now that the omen has appeared, it means that Xiao Chen is dead,

"Old palace master, why is this happening, why!"

"The Young Palace Master is the only opportunity for my dojo to rise, how could he die!

"Answer me, please!"

Uncle Shu cried out sadly, and the old tears were rampant.

But at this moment, a mutation protruded.

The cracks in the void disappeared, and the rain stopped, abruptly and without warning.

Uncle Shu looked up suddenly, his lips trembling slightly.

Lingzhi's eyes showed an unbelievable color, mixed with endless surprises.

Xiao Chen's body, which had been silent for half a year, suddenly appeared a faint breath to the extreme, like a little candle flame in the wasteland, although weak, but extremely eye-catching. With this candle flame as the source, it directly set off a prairie fire.

Xiao Chen's aura grew wildly at an alarming speed.

"Uncle Shu, Uncle Shu, Brother Xiao Chen, he," Lingzhi got up, his eyes fell on Xiao Chen, for fear that all this was his own delusion.

Uncle Shu's face showed a look of relief and joy, and he nodded: "The young palace master Jiren has his own natural appearance, and he was promoted at the moment when the Yuan Shen completely collapsed, although I don't know what I got specifically, but now this level has passed." ”

"If you don't die in a big disaster, the young palace master will have a blessing!"

Uncle Shu was a little incoherent when he spoke, which was enough to know how agitated his heart had reached.

When Lingzhi heard this, after being confirmed, his heart was relieved and he passed out directly. Half a year of suffering made her physically and mentally exhausted, and now that Xiao Chen is sure that nothing is wrong, Lingzhi can no longer continue to persevere.

、、、

Five days later, Lingzhi woke up and got up to take care of Xiao Chen, but he still showed no signs of waking up, but fortunately, his breath was still recovering at an alarming rate.

10 days.

1 month.

3 months.

8 months.

Xiao Chen's breath has long been stabilized, and there is a faint coercive aura around his body, which is caused by his own coma after his own breakthrough, it is vast and deep, like a calm sea, it looks inconspicuous, once it erupts, it can set off a monstrous wave and kill all living beings.

This time, he endured endless pain, and was even on the verge of death, but the harvest was also far beyond imagination.

On the 13th day of August alone, the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes that had been closed for more than 1 year opened again, still pitch black, like a vast starry sky, boundless, like a vast sea, unfathomable.

Xiao Chen didn't know that he had been wandering outside the Ghost Gate for more than a year, he seemed to have had a common dream, standing in a dark space at a loss, only a little light was far away in the sky, but no matter how he ran, he couldn't get close to this light. But even so, he still persevered, because Xiao Chen vaguely knew in his heart that once he stopped running, he might be completely swallowed up by the endless darkness, and there was no possibility of seeing the light of day again. Walking forward in the dark, his body became more and more tired, and his forward speed continued to decrease, but with the unwilling will in his heart, he persevered and did not give up. Exhaustion eroded his will, making him give up resistance, and as long as his mind changed, even if he relaxed a little, he could lie down and fall into eternal sleep, and never have to endure all this pain again.

Xiao Chen was once confused and thought about giving up, but there were too many things in his heart that he couldn't give up and too much unwillingness, so he gritted his teeth and moved forward in silence.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Chen had reached his limit, he couldn't take half a step, the dark black was like a wave, directly engulfing him, and an extremely cold aura instantly enveloped him.

The breath of death came suddenly.

Xiao Chen's mouth was bitter, he had been fighting so far in his cultivation, but he didn't expect that he would die because of this, and he was really unwilling. But even so, and so what, everything will come to an end.

Just when he was about to give up, a magical power was born from his mind and spread instantly、、、

If there were people at this moment, they could clearly see that an ancient "war" character script was born, which was directly imprinted in Xiao Chenmei's heart, which was extremely clear and flashed with this faint aura.

And the power that suddenly appeared was a trace of the extremely pure battle intent, which emanated from the "war" character text.

If it was an ordinary time, Xiao Chen would definitely notice the abnormality, but at this moment he was in a desperate situation, his mind was almost collapsed, and when he sensed this power, all he could think of was to absorb it and let himself try to live.

The battle spirit is not strong, but it can support Xiao Chen to stand up again.

Therefore, the stagnant figure in the darkness went on the road again, not fast, but extremely determined.

It is with the help of this force that he can go through the most dangerous period, persevere until the arrival of his own breakthrough, get out of the terrible dream, come to the point of light, step down, and return to the body.

Only then did I know that dreams are not dreams.

only to know that he escaped another catastrophe.

"Brother Xiao Chen!" A surprise scream came instantly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth, this voice was no stranger to him, it was Lingzhi.

It's a good feeling to finally survive.