Repugnant Gateway

An Zheng feels a little bored. Would it be ugly to think about this when he died?

This is a turbulent space where no one will come and no one will care. Even the super powers of the Immortal Emperor level will not find security in such a space, and even Ziluo cannot feel security breath.

People outside are still busy counting the wounded and the damage, seeing how many houses collapsed and how many trees were destroyed. The known dead person is Song Mouyuan, after all, this is where he lives. And Ru Anzheng, several of their disciples who entered the secret testing experience, have long been forgotten by those people.

Ning Xiaolou did not know that An Zheng would enter the Secret Realm today, but at this moment, people who knew An Zheng entered the Secret Realm are coming. Du Ruo helped the master brother An Jiechen to limping towards this side, An Jiechen's face was whiter than when he was seriously injured.

Mr. Temporary's high number of faces was ashamed, and then chose to escape.

Because he knew that Anzheng had entered, he knew that Anzheng would die, and he knew how important Anzheng was. People with a slightly higher level know that Anzheng is the nobleman of Ning Xiaolou. Ning Xiaolou has mentioned on more than one occasion that Anzheng is very special and needs special treatment.

Now Anzheng is dead, he can only run away, while Ning Xiaolou has not been investigated.

Gao Shu thought that he would be a high-spirited person, thinking that he was the kind of loyal servant of the iron bones, and the kind of sergeant who would dare to fight even if he was wrong. Then when he realized that he might die, he realized that he was just a coward.

No one can find peace.

It would be nice if there was a mirror ...

When he died, he thought of it boringly. Although he knew it was ugly, he still wanted to see what he was crippled. An Zheng has always been a person who pays a lot of attention to appearance. He doesn't like to wear old clothes or things that others have used. Even a pair of socks must be the most expensive.

Some ridiculous, clean people die so dirty.

Then An Zheng saw a firefly floating in front of his eyes. At this time, he was still facing the ground and his eyes could only see a small place beside his nose. When the firefly flew over, An Zheng felt that there was something to know I died here myself.

Then Anzheng reacted. This is a turbulent space. Why are there fireflies?

The faint light floated in front of Anzheng. After watching it for a long time, Anzheng determined that it was not a firefly at all, but a mass of ... phosphorus fire. That is, the ghost fire that people often say is occasionally seen in the silent night of the cemetery.

Bone fire, ghost fire, people have many names for this phosphor fire.

The faint light floated in front of Anzheng for at least five minutes, and seemed to hesitate to judge what Anzheng was. The next second, it suddenly drilled into Anzheng's nostrils, and Anzhen felt uncomfortable for a moment. In fact, it's not really uncomfortable, it's just that no one feels uncomfortable when they get into the nose.

After the shimmer entered Anzheng's nose, he quickly followed Anzheng's blood vessel and entered Dantian Qihai, and then lived as if he had found a home. It seemed to be very dissatisfied with the contention of the broken Dantian Qihai, so it began to repair. Numerous tiny lights scattered in the shimmer, as quickly as knitting, repaired the broken Dantian Qihai. It doesn't care about fighting for injuries in other places, it seems to just want to renovate where it lives.

Ten minutes later, Antian's Dantian Qihai actually recovered. It was just that there was no trace of true energy in his body at this time, and Dantian Qihai was completely occupied by the bone fire. Gu Huo seemed very satisfied with the results of his repair, and he flew around Dantian Qihai and landed in the middle immediately. After a while, it suddenly flew up again, and then made a squeaky sound, very subtle and subtle, making An Zheng think that it was his illusion.

But no, after this voice was transmitted, An Zheng found himself getting brighter and brighter.

Countless bone fires seemed like fireflies flying all over the sky, drilling into his body from An Zheng's broken wounds, nostrils, ears and even eyes. These fireflies seem to have a cleansing habit. The first repaired Dantian Qihai, and the others began to repair Anzheng's body.

"power!"

Suddenly, An Zheng felt what it was, and that was the power in the remnant and turbulent space.

These forces did not come from a single person, and throughout the ages it has not been known how many great practitioners died in the turbulent space. Among them are the practitioners who have just opened up space, and the strongest who have reached a very high level, but no matter whether they are strong or weak, they can't stop the cutting of the spatial order, or they are the evil consequences of destroying the spatial order.

These forces are completely different, and there are various types. They are the power of cultivation for those who died. Because of the unique way of existence of this place, they will not dissipate for hundreds of thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years.

An Zheng's legs reappeared, first bones and then flesh and skin. Followed by arms, fingers, and even his hair. He felt like he was back when he was a child, the flesh that had just been repaired looked so tender, and his skin was like a baby.

I was finally able to move, although I just turned over.

An Zheng breathed heavily, breathing the not-so-fresh air here. The turbulent space is basically closed, and the balance will be affected only when the space is torn. So the air here is very dirty, but even so, I still feel extremely happy and contented while breathing in peace.

He saw the stars.

Do not!

It wasn't a star, it was fireflies still coming from all directions, and the unselfish cultivation power floating in this turbulent space. Various forces have made Anzheng's body strong. They seem to have a sense of accomplishment, and they are constantly jumping in the body of Anzheng.

Too much ... Some scalp numbness that An Zheng looked at. Endlessly, dense fireflies penetrated into each of his pores. An Zheng suddenly understood it ... the power of these cultivation practices has been floating in the turbulent space for many years, too many years. But after all, things that are not natural can be easily integrated into nature and into this space. They may be lonely, lonely, and want to find their home ... And for thousands of years, Anzheng may be the first lucky guy who was involved in the turbulent space and did not die immediately.

Lord Huo said that Anzheng has good luck.

This process lasted for about a few hours, and the fireflies were still entering Anzheng's flesh, but the number was much smaller. An Zheng felt that not only his physical body was completely restored, but also the scattered cultivation power was back, and it was more full!

He felt a sense of explosion in Dantian Qihai, which was a sign that he might break through at any time.

Unexpectedly, not only did not die in the turbulent flow of this space, but was about to break the mirror ... but this is not happy. The contention in this unknown place has not been affected by the turbulent flow. Once left, it will destroy the balance of the airflow , Then the turbulence of space will come turbulently. Not to mention the promotion of a small realm, a large realm, even if it is directly promoted to the Immortal Venerable, it will not help, here is a dead end.

Therefore, Anzheng intends to see clearly what the place where he may live for a long time in the future looks like.

He struggled to get up, and there was nothing painless all over his body. The newly repaired body is still fragile and sensitive, and slight movements will make every nerve twitch in pain. But Anzheng couldn't wait. He had just struggled back from the edge of death. He couldn't wait to know where he had saved himself.

He stood up and his face changed.

With the passage of time, one minute and one second, the various senses of Anzheng also returned. The moment he stood up there was no more shock in his heart ... maybe this shock surpassed all the things he thought were worth shocking in the past.

This is an island ... floating in turbulent space.

This is a paradox. It is impossible for the turbulent space to allow such islands to exist. Anything that changes the air flow will be torn apart. But this island has a real existence, and it is not very small, although from this side you can see the other side, almost as large as a house of five or six hundred square meters.

An Zheng took a step, stepped on a thin layer of powder under his feet, like a dusty glance.

"bone meal……"

An Zheng muttered to himself.

This small island that should not seem to exist is completely made of bone meal. How many people need to die to form such a small island? And these dead people are all masters.

An Zheng walked step by step, feeling the smell of bone meal. Not the same, there are all kinds of attributes, but they are closely tied together and united in an incredible way, like silently fighting against the rules of this turbulent space.

A picture appeared in An Zheng's mind involuntarily.

From a long time ago, practitioners accidentally tore up the space and became involved in turbulent flow, instantly crushing bones. With the first one there will soon be a second, third, fourth ... countless. These strangled practitioners have all turned into powder. The turbulence in space is a very strange existence. The rule here is to destroy everything that does not match the breath here, especially living things.

Therefore, the bone meal and the breath here are actually not worthy, completely different. However, bone meal is already powder, so the turbulence cannot be distinguished at all, and there is no breath of life.

These bone powders also contain the power of the great practitioners. After the death, the power has not completely dissipated. Of course, the bones will not be wise, but they will consciously seek for the same kind of gathering. The bone meal of human bone meal monsters is at least the same substance. Ten thousand years later, these bone meal even formed a small island.

In this process, the space turbulence must be crushed once and again, but they have no life and only one kind of nature that attracts each other, so they are reunited again and again. In the end, the turbulent spaces actually adapted to their existence.

It is not very big here, even if it is the size of a large villa, it will be completed in less than ten minutes. An Zheng noticed that the bone meal piled up like a seat almost at the center, and An Zheng was just behind the seat. He was very curious and slowly adapted to the pain and walked over to look at it. When he turned to see the thing, his heart seemed to suddenly start to shake the waves!

There is a person on the bone meal seat!

To be precise, it is not a person, but a human skeleton. Sit upright on the bone meal seat, with both hands holding the armrests of the seat, sitting straight, with the waist upright. This skeleton is full of holes, and there are wounds everywhere, but it sits there, like a worldly overlord, a peerless owl.

Even if it has been dead for many years, even if it has completely lost its intelligence, it still has a glorious momentum that cannot be described!

How domineering will such a person be during his lifetime?

Even if he died in this turbulent space, he sat on the throne, overlooking the world.