Chapter 0027 The Jedi is trapped in a dead end, seeking rebirth at one breath)
He must have entered the underworld, and what he saw were those ferocious ghosts and guiding yakshas.
Mie Canglan thought this, but his eyelids were stinging constantly, and he finally couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw black and red whirlpools roaring all over the sky, and they were strange patterns like eyes, ghostly
Calling himself. He could hear sounds like laughter and tears, which made his whole body cold, but there was a raging fire burning under his flesh and blood.
His vision recovered slightly, and the dizzy black-red whirlpool also subsided. Mie Canglan suddenly had the idea of seeing the ghost Yaksha. He felt a huge headache and felt uneasy as if his whole body was melting. Facing the scene in front of him,
Zhang's face, which looked almost humanoid at first glance, did not react, but his face was hissing in pain.
The face in front of him was also quiet. His eyes were blinking like a pool of death. His face was cracked and expressionless. He really looked like a yaksha. Mie Canglan felt a splitting headache at the moment and was scratching hard.
He pulled his hair out to suppress the pain, but found that his breathing was very heavy. When he touched his chest, he immediately touched a large dent-like wound, and there was still a trace of blood seeping into his hand.
Mie Canglan was startled, his eyes opened, and his consciousness suddenly became much clearer. He looked down at his chest, and saw that his clothes were torn, and a scar twisted like a dead earthworm was shocking. It had turned into purple blood, and the skin and flesh did not know how to heal.
, but it filled this scar with twisted and ferocious life.
"I..." Mie Canglan sat in a daze, panting like a wounded animal, "Am I not dead?" He remembered that Mo Qingfeng's magic finger condensed the sword and instantly penetrated his chest, and his upper body had been split into two pieces.
Only a thin connection between the back and the heart is left. Now that I am in hell, I see the illusion that my limbs are still intact?
Mie Canglan gasped for a long time, and then he looked up at the shadow that had been blocking him. When he came back to his senses, his consciousness was not yet fully clear. Mie Canglan didn't realize that he was looking at the face with cracks like a dead tree so close.
I was frightened, but I saw that the other side was also colorless. After looking at it for a long time, I could barely distinguish that the two pools of gray stagnant water were a pair of lifeless eyes, and the dry eyeballs inside were still trembling slightly.
"...Huh?!" Mie Canglan looked at it again and again, and then he felt that the face in front of him was very strange and motionless, as if he was trying to take away his life. With a sudden movement in his heart, Mie Canglan instinctively
He stood up and stepped back. After taking a few steps, he hit the rough wall firmly. The torch stand burning with dark fire was right next to his shoulder. He almost knocked it over, and saw sparks flying out and falling on the wall.
A gentle hissing sound came from Mie Canglan's broken flesh.
"This...!" The little spark was so powerful that Mie Canglan felt a moment of burning pain that penetrated his bones. He quickly slapped his body and backed away from the corner. This slap shook the flesh and blood that had been healed by a strange method, and the flesh that had not yet fully grown.
The granulation immediately turned out with bleeding stars, and Mie Canglan felt that the palm of his hand was wet with ice. Only then did he feel a dull, painful shock running across his entire chest.
Mie Canglan coughed repeatedly, twisted his sleeves to wipe away the blood on his lips, and then he saw clearly that he was in a prison. In front of him was a green iron cage that reached to the ceiling, surrounded by rough walls, and the dark firelight shone on every corner.
The walls were burning side by side, illuminating the prison in a gloomy and dark way, just like a road to hell.
Mie Canglan put his hand on his chest, and could still feel his heartbeat through the thick scars. His inner energy was slowly vibrating, and a steady stream of hot and cold energy was still flowing throughout his body.
"Could it be Uncle Mo Qingfeng... Mo Qingfeng showed mercy?" Mie Canglan finally confirmed that he was not dead, and changed his name with a sigh. The nightmare-like scene just now was vivid in his mind, and he could already see clearly the relationship between the sect master and
The layout of the seven major disciples, who framed him so falsely and wanted to take his life, how could he be called a master uncle! The young man's blood boiled in his chest, bringing out the natural coldness and traveling along the thick scars on Mie Canglan's chest.
Mie Canglan only felt that the flesh buds that he had accidentally smashed were growing carefully again, and the warmth of his flesh and blood penetrated his heart. His heart suddenly became clear. Could it be that the natural coldness in his chest saved his life? Even Mo Qingfeng was so cultivated.
It can block the killing moves of advanced people in an instant, and it is definitely not waste gas!
"But, what is the situation now..." The best thing about Mie Canglan's nature is that he can calm down quickly and think carefully about the ins and outs. His whole body is sore, and Mie Canglan can't think of what to do when he sees the prison here.
Escape, simply sit down on the floor and sort out the whole thing in detail while concentrating.
Originally, he didn't know the breathing control method taught by the Qinglian Sect, but Mi Canglan only needed to calm down and calm down, and he felt that the strange internal energy in his body also stabilized, and endless magical power flowed to the meridians throughout his body. It can be said that
It is the ultimate in self-teaching without a teacher.
"Master...why did you do this?" Although he had a secret hatred for the sect master and others, Mie Canglan still couldn't hate Nian Yue. He only felt great pain and boundless sadness in his heart. It was obviously the hairpin given to him by Nian Yue.
, he still cherished it as a treasure, how could it suddenly become an excuse for others to frame her and kill her?
Mie Canglan slapped the rough ground hard, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of his right hand. He hissed and raised his hand to look, only to see a completely formed stain in the palm of his hand, black and red, like a whirlpool, which made people uncomfortable just by looking at it.
Moving God Shake. But when he took a closer look, Mie Canglan couldn't help but inhale: Isn't this the same shape as the black-red eyes seen on that weird tree trunk?!
Suddenly he remembered that the alien beast with bright eyes was integrated into his body along the vortex opened in the palm of his right hand. It turned out that the black and red eye-like stains in the palm of his hand were from a certain method, which was the same as the inner energy in the body, the air of ice and fire.
These are the supreme miraculous powers that my useless body acquired overnight.
"In short, now that I have got rid of my useless martial arts body, what should I do now..." After sorting out the incidents of encountering divine powers, breaking into forbidden areas, and framed and framed people, Mie Canglan took a long breath, but his expression became even more serious.
Ning Zhong, in this unknown place, doesn't know what crisis will come next, and doesn't know where to start when making plans.
While Mie Canglan was meditating, a pair of dark eyes shone with clear light, and he looked around randomly. Leng Buding turned his head and saw that the cracked face was still motionless, like a stone sculpture, but it was actually connected to a short figure, sitting upright.
Looking at him on the ground.
With a slight cough, Mie Canglan suppressed the soreness in his body and slowly moved towards the strange man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive. His voice was as soft as when he had an inexplicable conversation with the strange beast that night, "You are...
…Who are you?"
The split-faced man moved slightly, seemingly tilting his head, but his turbid eyes remained expressionless, as if he didn't understand Mie Canglan's words.
Mie Canglan tugged at the torn and frayed hem of his clothes, squatted down and asked, "Where is this place?"
The Split-faced Man changed his direction and tilted his head, but he was still expressionless and speechless.
Mie Canglan felt a chill in his heart, and simply sat in front of the Split-faced Man. There were only two of them in the huge prison like Huangquan Road, and he didn't know what kind of creature this Split-Faced Man was. At least he seemed to be speechless.
Just when Mie Canglan had no choice but to lower his head and scratch his head, he suddenly felt a slow slap on his shoulder. The movements were stiff but rhythmic. When Mie Canglan raised his head, he saw the weird split-faced man staring at him.
With eyes that were dull and dull, she patted his shoulders very patiently and in the same rhythm.
"You..." As soon as Mie Canglan opened his mouth, the Split-faced Man noticed something. He retracted his hand and slightly brought the strange face closer to the young man, "Do you have anything to say?"
The cracked-faced man nodded slowly, as if he couldn't see Mie Canglan clearly, and moved his face with cracks closer.
Mie Canglan felt a little cold all over his body, and those silent, dead eyes made him very uneasy. He leaned back and said, "...then you can tell me."
The Split-faced Man still nodded, looking unhurried and unhurried, as if he had no consciousness at all, but he opened his dry lips and slowly said, "...hungry."
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