The first wrench in the last days

Chapter 214 The Strong in the Black Hole

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the process of waiting for death. Mu Xuan thought that that person would save him when he couldn't hold on, but in the end, he was still alone, and no one came to help him.

There was still a fog in front of him, and he couldn't see the so-called holy medicine. Naturally, he couldn't get the holy medicine to reshape his true body. Just like this, he felt the last breath exhaled, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

He couldn't feel whether time had passed or not. His fingers were still trying to follow that path, but his body could no longer support it.

Just when Mu Xuan thought he was going to die, something like an altar appeared in front of him. On the altar were three jade plates with blue patterns, one with a fruit platter, and one with a fruit plate. The heart, the heart is still beating, and there is a dead branch on it.

These things may seem ordinary, but they have great origins. The heart was the heart of a saint who had just died. It was the heart of a saint. Who dares or has the ability to use the heart of a saint as a sacrifice? .

The heart of a saint is simply a treasure house of endless energy, the source of the law. If you can fuse a saint's heart, you can even become a false saint. If the saint is not born, they will be invincible.

The dead branch is not the world tree, but a part of the body of the sacred tree. As for the fruit plate, it is all kinds of Dao fruits, which contain the power of laws.

Except for the heart, these sacrificial objects were placed here a long time ago. Although the restricted area prevents people from the source world from going out, if someone can go out, they may get a big chance.

If it is an ordinary person who enters here and finds that his vitality has been sucked away, of course he will be terrified. Will keep going, without hesitation and turning back.

These altars seem to communicate with some kind of existence, and the purpose of sacrificing these things is obviously to help Mu Xuan.

The young saint suddenly appeared, his body was covered with blood, some of his own and others', among which the blue blood was the most dazzling, making him run the avenue of laws to stop the invasion of those powers of rules.

The young saint stretched out his hand, escaped a black object and put it into the altar, attracting some kind of existence.

A voice came from the black hole, that voice was like eternal ice, indifferent and decisive, with a trace of indisputability: "Say your request."

The young sage looked towards the black hole in the void. As soon as the Hekou black hole appeared, the entire restricted area became silent, as if they were suppressed by some kind of existence in the black hole, and they dared not speak loudly, fearing to frighten the sky.

"Give me the solution." The young saint's voice was very strong, and he didn't have a trace of fear in his heart when facing such an existence.

"Impossible." The existence in the black hole said coldly.

"What about adding this?" The young saint separated a physical body from his body, and that physical body was as dry as Mu Xuan.

The people inside the black hole were moved, and after a moment of silence, they said, "Yes."

Some people in the black hole took away the sacrifices, and then a golden decree landed. The paper was full of words, but in the blink of an eye, those words turned into tadpole-like animals, and then changed again. Be a tree, a bird, a flower.

The young saint supported Mu Xuan's body, the altar was completely empty, and the jade plates with blue patterns were placed there alone.

After the existence in the black hole disappeared, the restricted area became crazy, and the silver hairs that were hundreds of millions of miles long strangled and harvested like a waterfall, splitting the starry sky into countless pieces, and the death hero who had been sleeping for countless ages reappeared, and the restricted area became even more dangerous. Even the young saint didn't dare to stay longer.

Entering the source world, he placed Mu Xuan in his small world. As for Lingyao, Gongsun Yue had long been forgotten by Mu Xuan in the small world given by the woman, but it was a pity that in the end, Mu Xuan did not ask the woman's name. what name.

I don't know how many times he has experienced, his consciousness has been sleeping in the dark, unable to see the light, until that ray of light shines on his sleeping will through the endless darkness, which makes him wake up.

After waking up, Mu Xuan found himself living in a cauldron. In the empty house, there was only a purple flame burning under the cauldron.

At this moment, his physical strength is almost gone, his body is empty, he can't even feel a trace of energy, and his mental strength is extremely weak. If it is said that everything he has experienced is a dream, he will believe it.

At this moment, he is like a real ordinary person. The energy, laws, and rune marks in his body have been completely erased, leaving no trace. This is the real reshaping and cultivation.

Pick up a trace of the thick soup in the pot, and there is a strange smell in the thick soup. It smells like all kinds of life, full of ups and downs.

At this time, a young man walked in, with long black hair reaching his waist, and a pair of eyes as bright as the moon. This person was the saint. He walked in, first looked at Mu Xuan, and said: "He is recovering well."

Then Mu Xuan urgently asked him how long he had been in a coma. He didn't want to be in a coma for a few months, or even a few years. After all, he had been away for so long, and those people in Fire City would definitely be worried about him. Not good.

The boy shook his head and said, "It's only a few months, it's not too long compared to wasted years."

These few months are indeed not long for the saint in front of him, they can only be regarded as a small fragment of his long life, and it will pass in the blink of an eye, but it is still too long for Mu Xuan.

He was so anxious that he wanted to jump out of the cauldron and return to the city of firewood, but when he thought that he was now a mortal and it would be useless to go back, he immediately calmed down a bit.

Glancing at his body, he was still a little strangely dry, like a mummy. The young saint stood there quietly, randomly took out a decree from the small world, and threw it to Mu Xuan, "Study it carefully, when you understand it , you can leave."

Mu Xuan took the piece of paper. Although it was paper, it didn't have the brittleness of paper at all. Instead, it had the smoothness and warmth of jade. No matter how it was destroyed, it couldn't be destroyed.

The material of this piece of paper is too special, and various things evolved on it. One second it was still a tree, and the next second it became a fish, and the space caused by the fish rippled.

What exactly is this, Mu Xuan looked at Dao Jie in front of him and fell into deep thought, could it be 72 changes?Back then, Patriarch Bodhi taught Sun Dasheng the method of transformation.

He put his hand in that changing area, and something strange happened.

(End of this chapter)