Chapter 518

Qin Ming woke up in a sharp stabbing pain. The skin, blood vessels and bones were painful every inch, like silver needles, and interspersed back and forth, making his body spasm. Before Qin Ming fully woke up, he felt strong weakness and dizziness.

Very uncomfortable.

Qin Ming raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the front without God.

A vast white sea of bones, all kinds of bone heads are as boundless as sand and stone, including human skeletons without arms and legs, giant dead bones more than ten meters long, ragged but huge skulls, and even ribs 50 or 60 meters long. The snow-white bones are as boundless as snow.

Qin Ming was in a trance for a long time before his eyes recovered their focus.

Where is this?

I am Alive?

Qin Ming wanted to stand up, but his whole body was weak. It seemed that he had been drained, and his limbs didn't listen to him at all. Qin Ming lay on the bone pile and tried to run the martial arts. As a result, his spiritual power dried up and his blood flowed slowly. Looking at his arm, he was shriveled and wrinkled.

Qin Ming was slightly excited and completely woke up.

Bone sea?

Long live mountain? I am Alive?

Qin Ming was shocked and uncertain. He couldn't accept the reality for a long time. It's not a dream, it's true! He lifted his shriveled right hand and took out all the water of life in the space finger. There were only four bottles left, more than ten drops per bottle. Qin life fell into his mouth and lay there trying to refine and absorb.

The water of life once again exerts a magical effect. It is scattered at the entrance, seeping into the bones of the whole body and penetrating into the skin and flesh of blood vessels.

Qin Ming's body is like a long drought with sweet rain. The fine water temperature of life moistens his dry power of life, gradually alleviates Qin Ming's old age and brings new vitality. The vital qi of flesh and blood began to fill, the flow rate of blood vessels began to recover, and the almost silent golden heart also "started" again to release the power of life.

I don't know how long it took for this recovery. When the four bottles of water of life went down, Qin Ming somehow recovered some strength, the skin recovered its luster, and the bones returned to tenacity.

However, Qin Ming found a frightening fact. I recovered my vitality, but what about my Shouyuan? Shouyuan means age!

No matter how to restore vitality and how to become stronger, people's age is limited. Even if Qin's life has eternal inheritance, what they now master is only fur. They can't afford to be so "consumed" for they are older than normal people at most.

Moreover, age is directly linked to the cultivation speed. With the passage of age, the body will lose and the cultivation speed will be greatly reduced.

Qin Ming checked carefully and almost fainted.

Fifty years! Qin lost at least 50 years of life!

In other words, Qin's life is now equivalent to 68 years old? Although he survived, it was lucky, but he suddenly became 68 years old. Qin Ming was still hard to accept.

Fifty years in a flash? Qin Ming truly experienced the horror of long live mountain and understood what time is ruthless.

"Sixty eight is sixty-eight, at least still alive!"

"It's better to live than to die."

"I have eternal inheritance, study hard, and maybe I can recover."

Qin Ming comforted himself. No matter how hard it was to accept, it was already a fact. But looking at the vast white ancient sea, there were bursts of absentmindedness.

"The pole of death must be for life!"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear. Qin Ming's cold hair suddenly rose. He picked up his sword and turned over. What the hell?

"Wow."

With the toss of Qin's life, a white jade chain fluttered in front of him, with a flying turtle hanging in one section of the chain.

"Xiao Zu?" Qin Ming's shock was overwhelmed by surprise. An excited man didn't stand firm, fell on his back and crushed a white bone on the ground.

The little turtle fell on Qin Ming's shoulder and shook his shell. He didn't want to say hello to Qin Ming. He looked at the vast bone sea with a dignified expression.

"You're awake!" Qin Ming was so excited that he woke up after all. Great!

The Little Turtle was silent for a long time. You said, "do you know what I'm thinking now?"

"Do you know long live mountain?" Qin Ming's eyes lit up. The little ancestor should know more about long live mountain.

"No."

"Ah? Do you... Know the way to leave?"

"No."

"Do you know the long river of time and space?"

"No."

"That's..."

"I was thinking... Whether to shoot you with a claw."

“……”

The little turtle moved his body and looked at Qin Ming seriously: "look at my eyes."

"What?"

"Am I good to you?"

"OK."

"Why did you hurt me?"

"Ah?"

"You're in the rain? Where is this? This is Viva mountain, the sacred mountain guarding the long river of time and space! Do you know what it means? This is one of the three thousand roads. This is the real evolution of the way of heaven! You kill yourself, I won't stop you, so don't hold me!" the little turtle woke up not long ago. He slept comfortably and refreshed. However, looking at the scene in front of him and feeling the abnormal passage of time and space, he was stunned, confused and almost cried. What happened? I slept for a while and didn't do anything harmful. I was still in the magic spirit Dharma day before I went to bed. When I opened my eyes, did I? Why am I in Viva mountain? Qin Ming pumped his cheek and forced out a smile: "accident! What an accident!"

The little turtle heaved a long sigh and looked sad: "the ancients said well, when God closes a door for you, he will release a dog. I've been locked up for 10000 years. It's bad enough, but I met you again, a madman who doesn't feel comfortable dying."

"We have a chance when we are still alive. We can always leave here." Qin Ming didn't know how to answer it.

The little turtle looked at the boundless bone sea: "let's start."

"Start what?"

"Commit suicide. Die early and give birth early. Become a tree in your next life. Find a place to take root. Don't toss. I taught you before. Nothing is difficult in the world. As long as you are willing to give up. If you give up, you will be comfortable."

Qin Ming stared at it for a long time and said, "why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Where's my white tiger?"

"It's mine."

"Don't change the subject, where's my white tiger. In a word, it has you."

"It should have been taken into the long live mountain. I'm alive, and it should be all right." Qin Mingqiang stood up and looked at the distance.

The vast bone sea is endless, and the undulating bone mountain is continuous. There are snowflakes and misty fog. But on second thought, it's not snowflakes, it's flying ashes! The more Qin Ming looked, the more trance he became, and the more fortunate he was. Suddenly, I felt that I lost 50 years of life for a life, perhaps not at a loss. Why did I survive? Is it because of golden blood, or

Qin Ming suddenly remembered the sentence of burying the ghost of the sea. If you can't escape the long live mountain, try not to resist. Is there a mystery in that? Live without resistance? The more resistance, the harder the trial?

If so, the thousands of people drifting in the magic sea certainly didn't resist, and they didn't resist at all. Are they still alive? Qin Ming's prayer to bury the ghost of the sea is correct. If thousands of people live, Ma Dameng and white tiger will also live.