The moment the cold wind entered his body, Ye Dong fell straight backwards. Along with a pressure that seemed to crush his soul, his consciousness began to blur.
"kill!"
Amidst the deafening shouts of killing, Ye Dong suddenly opened his eyes. What appeared in front of him was a chaotic battle scene. Countless soldiers whose faces could not even be seen clearly, wearing black and white armor, were fighting hard.
are fighting.
With a "pop" sound, the spear in the hand of a black-armored soldier directly pierced the chest of a white-armored soldier opposite him. However, before he could pull out the spear, his head had suddenly separated from his neck and was high up.
He flew into the sky, and behind him, another white-armored soldier brandished a broadsword and pounced on another black-armored soldier.
"ah!"
Ye Dong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He lowered his head and suddenly saw a sword tip stained red with blood on his chest.
Pulled it out.
Holding the wound on his chest that was constantly losing his life, Ye Dong closed his eyes weakly and fell forward.
"Ms. sir, sir, wake up, wake up!"
A woman's crying voice made Ye Dong open his eyes again. In front of him was a beautiful face with pear blossoms and rain, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch this face.
However, when he saw his palms covered with calluses and scars, he suddenly froze. The woman rushed over excitedly and said: "Great, sir, you finally woke up. You can't die, you can't die,
If you die, what will happen if you leave us orphans and widows? I will carry you home right now!"
After finishing speaking, the woman turned around, struggled to push up Ye Dong's body with her back, and stood up tremblingly. Ye Dong looked around and saw that there were corpses all around. These corpses were all wearing clothes.
Wearing coarse cloth and having dark skin, he looks like a coolie.
Gradually, Ye Dong felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and a strong sense of fatigue came over him. He finally couldn't help but close his eyes, and vaguely heard the woman's cry in his ears: "Mr.
Wake up, you can’t die! Mr.
In this way, Ye Dong woke up again and again and died again and again, and each time his identity was different. There were dying warriors, endangered farmers, and even disfigured girls. The same thing was
, he died not long after waking up every time.
Crying, wailing, cursing, all kinds of sounds filled Ye Dong's mind, making him gradually forget his identity and who he was!
At the same time, the black ghost energy in his body was frantically devouring his internal organs, his blood, and every part of his body, and was about to reach his Dantian!
Suddenly, a red light and a blue light burst out at the same time. The red light came from the soul and the blue light came from the Dantian!
The two kinds of light have two completely different effects. Wherever the red light goes, the ghosts are like mice that have seen a cat, running away like crazy. But wherever the blue light goes, these ghosts disappear.
It turned into a wild cat that smelled fish and rushed into the blue light excitedly.
Red light drove away and blue light absorbed. In just a moment, the ghost energy in Ye Dong's body had completely entered his Dantian!
However, the invasion of ghost energy did not end here. Around his body, endless ghost energy like a sea was pouring into his body one after another, and then experienced the same process of being driven away by red light and absorbed by blue light, and was finally absorbed by him.
It was completely absorbed by the Dantian, which was like a bottomless pit.
Finally, the ghostly energy hovering around Ye Dong's body had completely disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
However, within Ye Dong's dantian, a huge amount of ghost energy almost filled the place. These ghost energies were like tigers descending from the mountain. They began to roll crazily and kept hitting the surrounding areas of the dantian. They seemed to want to
To escape from Dantian.
But in the center of Dantian, there is an area the size of a drop of water, which no ghosts dare to approach!
It is a pity that although they dare not approach and even want to escape from the Dantian, there is a powerful binding force in the Dantian, which firmly locks them here. After all, that small area of water droplets
, is also methodically releasing a suction force that is not powerful but is enough to absorb the black energy into this place.
Under the absorption of suction, traces of black air slowly formed a circle, flowing continuously around this area the size of a water drop. With each flow, the black air would decrease, and at the same time, there would be less air in the water drop area.
There will be an extra hint of black.
I don’t know how long it took, but the black energy in Ye Dong’s dantian was finally completely concentrated in the water drop-shaped area in the middle, condensing into a black water drop!
At this time, Ye Dong suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were still full of confusion.
Another voice sounded in his ears: "Haha, I finally woke up. It seems that you are a blessing in disguise. Congratulations!"
Ye Dong looked blankly at the source of the sound. There was a strange black man sitting on a deserted tomb, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.
Why does this man look familiar?
At this moment, Ye Dong's mind was still stuck in the memories that kept waking up and dying again. However, when he finally recognized that the person in front of him was the poison demon Zhuyin, his own memories were restored like a tide.
poured into his mind.
Ye Dong suddenly turned over and sat up, blurting out: "What's wrong with me?"
Zhuyin also stood up from the grave, stretched lazily and said: "You dug up the thousand-year-old coffin ringworm, touched the ghost hiding array, and was invaded by the sinister wind formed by the ghost energy. Originally,
I thought you wouldn't wake up, but I didn't expect that you were so lucky that you came back to life again, and it seems that your cultivation level has also improved, right?"
Ye Dong's mind was like a ball of mush now. He couldn't understand Zhuyin's words in a short time. Just when he was trying to clear up his thoughts, he suddenly thought of Prajna.
Zhuyin's voice also sounded again. What was surprising was that there was a little admiration in his voice: "This Buddhist friend of yours can indeed bear the word compassion!"
Turning his head suddenly, Ye Dong saw Prajna. At this moment, Prajna was still sitting in his original position, but his appearance had changed dramatically.