Chapter 3756

In the long years, Shen Lang seems to have had a dream, a very short dream

I don't know how long later, Shen Lang found himself standing in the billowing clouds. At his feet were all creatures, and above his head were the sky and stars.

"Here you are again."

A low voice came to Shen Lang's ear.

In front of him, a black air suddenly appeared, turning into a young man with black hair in a coarse cloth and hemp clothes and wearing a sheep skull mask.

The young man turned his back to himself, his black hair was calm and automatic, and his body was full of the extreme cold and horror.

"It's you Who are you? "

Shen Lang stares at the back of the black haired youth in front of him wearing a sheep skull mask and grins his teeth.

He has seen the figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seems to think that this person is inextricably related to himself.

In the last battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this human figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, which was made of fragments of Tianji hexagram plate.

"I am you, you are not me, I am dead. You coward is dead now. " The young man with black hair said something difficult to understand.

"What! I... I'm dead? "

Shen Lang understood the last sentence, but he was surprised and subconsciously reached out his hands.

I find my hands have become unreal, and my body seems to disappear at any time.

"You are dead, but you are not dead. The blood of Shennong wants to clean your reincarnation breath and touch the boundary, then I will appear in your soul. Lucky for you coward, you have not been taken away by reincarnation

The young man with black hair turned his back to Shen Lang with a hint of contempt.

"I can't understand all this. I just want to know what is the relationship between you and me? Who are you? " Shen Lang asked in confusion.

"My existence means nothing to you." The young man with black hair said indifferently.

This sentence seems to show that all explanations have no meaning to him.

Shen Lang was unwilling to say it, and said: "since you don't want to say it, let me change the question. Why am I the chosen one? Is this fate? Will I die in the end like the other day elect? "

"The truth in cultivation represents the true self in reincarnation. If you want to walk out of reincarnation, you need to find the real me. Coward, you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all. "

As soon as the voice of the young man with black hair fell, a red fog suddenly rose on his side, turning into a woman in a blood skirt.

The woman in the blood skirt is icy, thin and beautiful. She has delicate facial features. She is as white as a pathological white hand and holds a red flower on the other side.

This bloody skirt woman is like a puppet, facing the waves directly, with a stiff and weird smile on her lips!

"Cher?"

Shen Lang was shocked and soon calmed down: "no, it's not Xueer!"

The woman holding the blood skirt of the other side flower is similar to Su Ruoxue in appearance, but her temperament is too weird and frightening, which is quite different from Su Ruoxue's.

When Shen Lang didn't know what the black haired youth meant, the black haired youth suddenly put out his rough right hand and twisted the neck and neck of the blood skirt woman!

The head of the woman in the blood skirt was wrenched off, and a lot of blood rushed out of her head.

At this moment, the sky suddenly began to rain scarlet blood.

"No!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes are wide and round. Suddenly, there is a strong tingling in his heart and a hysterical roar in his mouth.

He swooped forward and caught the head of the woman in the blood skirt.

Shen Lang kneels down in the cloud, holding the head of the woman in the blood skirt in his hands. The bloody face still keeps a stiff and weird smile, and the wound at the broken head is still gushing blood.

The blood skirt woman's charming smile made Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad, which was beyond expression.

Shen Lang's heart was filled with rage, murder and hatred. He glared at the black haired youth in front of him and was about to question why he did so.

The young man in black robe turned into a black fog in an instant and gradually disappeared.

"Wretched coward, your life is meaningless to you."

After saying this meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated, and there was no more blood rain in the sky.

The blood skirt woman's head in Shen Lang's hands turned into the head of a rough puppet!

More than that, the body of the woman in the blood skirt has become a puppet. The body of the puppet has been rotten and rotten, ferocious and ugly.

"This is..."

Shen Lang kneels on the ground and is at a loss.

In the dark, he felt that the young man in black was not deliberately fooling himself, but what did all this mean?

He doesn't understand!

Shen Lang only feels like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.

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For a long time, Meier sat quietly in front of the spring, practicing and breathing. Every day accompanied by Shen Lang, morning dew sunset, near the end of the world.

A hundred thousand years have passed, and even though the earth is not as old as the sky, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

In the past hundred thousand years, Meier witnessed the recovery of soul force in the spring. It was only in the 50000 years that the body of Shen Lang's remnant began to be restored little by little.

With the recovery of the remnant body slowly, the body of shenlang swallowed and absorbed the fountainhead.

In the long time since then, Shen Lang's body has been absorbing the fountainhead, and every part of the fountainhead, Shen Lang's remnant body will recover.

Looking at Shen Lang's body recovering little by little, Meier is ecstatic and works harder to cultivate herself.

I hope that I can break through the realm of immortals before Shen Lang wakes up, and make men look at each other with admiration.

Meier's efforts have not been in vain. With the unique cultivation conditions of dashengfeng, she has successively broken through the later stage of the immortals and the peak of the immortals. In the fifth ten thousand years, she broke through her own bottleneck and reached the level of immortals cultivation!

If in the outside world, the impact of celestial realm time to spend at least a dozen times, or even tens of times long! This is also the unique talent of seven color Phoenix. Most poor people can't break through the realm of immortals in their lives.

After breaking through the cultivation of immortals, Meier didn't stop. She was still trying to cultivate. Finally, in the ninth ten thousand year, she succeeded in breaking through the middle of immortals!

During this period, Shen Lang's body is also constantly absorbing and swallowing the scale-free body.

Finally, ten thousand years later, Shen Lang was completely restored to his original appearance. The fountainhead of the mountain was completely absorbed by him, and there was not a drop left.

Shen Lang's soul power has completely recovered as usual, and the vitality and vitality of the body have also recovered at a slow speed. It's still hard to wake up for a while. Ten thousand years later, Meier is as thin as yesterday. In her eyes, she has a kind of morbid persistence, expecting Shen Lang to wake up almost every moment.