The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

Su Hanjin approached the standing skeleton.

Because in this formation, she couldn't sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth at all, and there was no spiritual flow in her body, and her strength was suddenly deprived. She was no longer a cultivator, but a mortal. The sky was dark, and the line of sight was not clear. She didn't see the details on the skeleton until she walked in.

The encirclement and suppression of the League of Thousand Talents caused him to be seriously injured. Many of his ribs were broken. Even the hand holding the sword was broken. Su Hanjin also noticed that his spine bone was black. It should be there. Before, he was poisoned.

Qiu Qianlin said that there is the soul essence of thousands of cultivators in the city at the front of the battlefield. Where is it? Subconsciously, Su Hanjin looked at the pile of bones under him, could it be buried underneath? She used a sword to pick apart the surrounding bones one by one. Although she was very disrespectful to the dead, she didn't care much at this time. But after picking a few away, she found that the standing bones were slightly slanted. It's going to fall.

For some reason, she was very afraid that this skeleton would fall, and he would stand until he died. He was poisoned before being besieged. Such a person is too strong and will not make people peaceful after death, regardless of whether he was good before. It's bad. Just saying that he dragged Tianyan City to be buried, he knew that his heart was cruel. If such a person wanted to stand and die, he would never allow others to let him fall.

Thinking of this, Su Hanjin didn't dare to continue, but took some bones to cushion him in an inclined position. She bent over to sit on these, and when she stood up, her head touched something. It was the fingers of the corpse sticking directly above her head, passing through her hair, and pressing closely to her scalp.

This kind of contact is the real numbness of the scalp. Su Hanjin wanted to squat down again, only to find that her hair was entangled with his finger bones. She only used a little bit of strength and heard a bang. The phalanx fell off and hung from her hair.

The heart almost jumped out of his throat. She looked around warily, the moonlight reflected by the bones shone everywhere, but it was not enough to light up the surroundings, and the shadows were mottled. Those skeletons occasionally rolled off a little because of her standing. Although the situation was still terrifying, it was the same as before, and no abnormality was found.

She carefully cut off those few hairs with Wenxin Sword, holding her long hair, her hair wrapped around her finger bones. Being held by her hand, there was obviously no wind around her, and she felt that she hadn't moved at all. The hair was swaying from side to side, causing her finger bones to sway slightly.

Before that, Su Hanjin had always thought that this casual cultivator was a spell master, holding a sword in one hand and drawing amulets in the other. Therefore, he will hold the sword in his right hand, stretch his left hand forward, and bend the index finger upward. Something seems to be drawn in the air. But now, Su Hanjin suddenly felt, is it possible that the casual cultivator was pointing in a certain direction?

She raised her head and looked in that direction. There was a stone pillar there, which was full of sword marks, and there were also some traces of spell attacks, which made her feel that the previous spell master's guess was somewhat reliable. Su Hanjin looked for a while and didn't see anything famous, so she could only take her eyes away again, she still held the tangled finger bones, and then began to look at the sword.

At this moment. The only foreign object on this corpse is this sword.

She didn't have aura and couldn't feel the rank of the sword. She could only see the rusty body of the sword, and the long sword inserted into the bones. However, she looked along the sword, but she did not see the end of the sword. Is the mystery here?

Su Hanjin wanted to find a long leg bone to support the corpse. However, those bones were not good enough, so she wanted to use the Inquiring Heart Sword to hold it, and she carefully moved the long sword out of his hand, trying to pull the long sword out of Bone Mountain.

However, when she held the rust sword, the whole person seemed to be shocked. The next moment, the corpse mountain shook, and the bones rolled down along with the sway, while the corpses of scattered repairs still stood tall. The stone pillars in the distance began to emit shimmering light, the mottled sword marks, the traces of the charms, the hollow holes, as if someone had injected mercury into it, and it seemed that someone was in those marks. Among them, ignited a faint flame.

The corpse shook more violently. Su Hanjin stood unsteadily, and was actually buried in the endless bones. Now she is just a mortal, covered by the overlapping corpses. She just feels breathing hard, unable to crawl out of the corpse. She could only be one of them, but the shaking was so violent that she couldn't use it at all, and the Wenxin Sword was not in her hand, making her situation even more difficult.

It was cold, and those icy bones seemed to be greedily absorbing the heat of her body. Su Hanjin felt that she was getting stiffer and stiffer, her mind was chaotic, and her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Her struggle gradually weakened, but at the moment when she was about to be completely comatose, the longevity lock on her neck radiated hot heat again, and the sudden hot awakened her, Su Hanjin burst out with extremely powerful power, and the kind of survival Xin unexpectedly made her feel Wen Xinjian.

She had touched the edge of the unity of human and sword. Therefore, at this moment, she was a mortal, and the Heart Sword was also equivalent to a mortal sword. However, her outbreak allowed her to break through the limits of this formation. Her survival was also Wen Xinjian's survival, her call made Wen Xinjian appear in her hands.

After splitting the bones, Su Hanjin finally crawled out of the pile of bones.

At this time, she heard a voice, which was first surprise, then surprise.

"One hundred thousand years, I have waited one hundred thousand years."

"It's you? Not you."

"Unexpectedly, it would be a woman."

Su Hanjin looked up and saw that the standing corpse moved. He turned his head and his hollow eyes were watching her direction.

It's you? Not you?

Hearing this sentence, Su Hanjin's heart suddenly tightened. Could it be said that The Destiny is a plot that has been written before the original text, just like the inheritance of the Baiyu Life and Death Gourd in the secret realm at that time? Although she came here by chance, this is the chance that the original author arranged for Jin Zhongliang. No matter what, she can't break the existing track of destiny?

"One hundred thousand years, I don't have time to wait any longer." Skeleton did not move, and the voice came from nowhere, but clearly broke into Su Hanjin's mind, shaking her face pale. "Why, why not?"

The voice was extremely stern. Without any protection from the spiritual barrier, Su Hanjin only felt her tinnitus and dizziness. She felt that her face was also wet. When she reached out her hand, there were blood oozing out of the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

Su Hanjin's eyes dazzled, and then rushed towards the pile of bones, even if it was just a mortal, even if she couldn't use aura, her sword was still there, and her sword tricks were still there. At this moment, since the corpse is so scared, she can only move After he beheaded and chopped the bones into pieces, he still dared not arrogant!

"You dare!"

He is a frightening monarch Yemin who made people hear about it 100,000 years ago. Although he is a casual cultivator, he is alone, but his cultivation has reached the peak. Even the major cultivators are afraid of his reputation. Who dares to tell him Not a word? However, now, a female cultivator who was in the out-of-aperture period, a female cultivator who was trapped in his formation and undoubtedly mortal, actually swings a sword at him?

He sneered, and was about to flick his fingers, and activated the formation to destroy the living creatures, but suddenly found that his index finger was missing.

The battle 100,000 years ago consumed everything he had, and all he relied on was this formation. The formation he obtained accidentally, the formation that destroys the sky and the earth. He only used this formation once. He did not expect that the vain death of those innocent people and the seal created by that formation would make this place alone as a world, and now, in a hundred thousand years, break into this place. There are only a handful of living people in the world.

One hundred thousand years is too long, and his remaining soul is gradually dissipating.

One hundred thousand years is too long, his patience for waiting has been slowly eroded.

One hundred thousand years is too long, he has been too weak, apart from this formation, he actually has no other means of attack.

One hundred thousand years is too long, if no one takes him away, he will completely disappear between the heavens and the earth. He is a strong man who can stand on the peak of the heavenly path, and he will naturally not be reconciled after waiting for so many years.

If the heart is unwilling, how can it be reconciled?

Seeing that the sword was slashed, he pulled out the long sword inserted in the bone pile, holding the sword in his left hand to block Su Hanjin's menacing heart-questioning sword, and at the moment he pulled out the sword, countless bright lights came from there. The black hole inserted by the flying sword floated out, and the longevity lock on Su Hanjin's neck suddenly glowed. The fluorescent light seemed to be attracted by the longevity lock, and they were thrown into the longevity lock.

Is that the essence of the soul?

"you!"

The loss of the essence caused the skeleton to lose his fighting spirit. He sat slumped on the pile of bones. Although it was only a skeleton, there was a huge sadness passed directly into Su Hanjin's mind. It was overwhelming despair, waiting. One hundred thousand years, one hundred thousand years of loneliness, hope is destroyed by despair.

That kind of despair, she once had a deep understanding of it.

The reincarnation of heaven is unhappy with retribution. How many sins he has done, how long will he forgive the sins afterwards. Is 100,000 years enough? Su Hanjin didn't know, but she knew that someone would come to rescue him.

She still hates Jin Zhongliang. Hate him for killing Qiu Qianlin and hate him for separating them. This hatred will not disappear, but it will be weakened by the appearance of Qiu Qianlin's remnant soul. And now, will this person become Jin Zhongliang's guide? Just like in many novels, the wisdom and power hidden in the space of the protagonist’s ring and bracelet?

Su Hanjin squeezed the sword in her hand, she wanted to move forward, but she found that she couldn't take a step forward at this time.

She was not far from the skeleton, but she could not move forward, as if her feet had taken root and plunged deep into the ground, and the despair and sorrow also swallowed her heart, reminding her of the previous moment, but her tears didn’t come. Controlled rolling off.

Ye Minjun felt her tears, he turned his skull, his hollow eyes stared at her again. He saw her spread out the palm of her left hand, with his finger bones in her hand. The black silk is like ink, and the white bones are shining like white bones, emitting a faint cold light in the palm of her flower-like palm.

"Someone will come to rescue you, you won't wait too long." Seeing the skull head turned to face him again, Su Hanjin said slowly.