Chapter 851

Yi Heng finally remembered the sentence "after impulse, he will pay the price", suppressed the idea of taking out the storage ring, stood up, hobbled and walked towards the deep part of the channel step by step.

At this time, he couldn't care whether this passage could stop the cold of heaven and earth. Even if he did, he couldn't go back. He might as well continue to go deep.

Although the most dangerous level has been avoided, I have to be careful that friar Pei has tampered with the storage ring and may return at any time.

Don't move the objects left by high-level friars.

On the island, Jin Zhongfu was no more than a Jindan friar. He could leave a little soul in the purple gold sword and almost took him away.

In Zhongzhou mainland, in the meteorite secret land, Da Neng left a huge force of soul. Fortunately, he mistakenly thought he was Hongjun and had no intention of harm.

Now the friar surnamed Pei puts the storage ring on himself. Ann knows he hasn't left any means to trace it?

Along the low and narrow passage, like crawling, slowly go deep into it, and try to put aside your thoughts from the white jade ring.

With the gradual deepening, there are more and more residual limbs in the channel, and there are almost no lower feet.

Throughout the deep and silent passage, only his feet dragged on the ground to make a "click" sound, which is the sound of friction with the broken limbs on the ground.

His inner fear was not slightly alleviated by the habit of his eyes. On the contrary, everything became more gloomy and terrible under the reflection of green and white light.

After burning incense, he was exhausted and had to sit down again.

Yijixiang's Kung Fu didn't make him go far, but he was much more secure after he was far away from the white jade ring.

Close your eyes, stop breathing, lean against the hard and slightly hot rock and feel much more comfortable. For a time, your consciousness gradually blurred, and you even fell asleep slowly.

Even breathing didn't make much noise, but it was magnified several times in this dead channel. Only when he was sleeping, he sometimes smiled and frowned. Where could he hear it?

As time went by, the slight heat in the rocks on his back gradually dissipated, and bursts of cold breath came from the depths of the channel. He seemed to feel the cold, and the even breathing sound was immediately interrupted, as if he wanted to wake up from his sleep. His hands were also half asleep and half awake, unconsciously holding them in front of his chest.

It seemed that the embrace of his hands made him feel a trace of warmth when he was sleeping, and it seemed that the cold from the depths of the channel was resisted by something. He just twisted his body against the stone wall for a few times, and then made a uniform breathing sound again.

Exhausted, with little mana left and exhausted physical strength, he slept like a mortal, and even snored long and short with a slight rhythm.

Deep sleep can make his spirit and physical strength recover faster. His face began to become a little black and red.

The cold in the passage receded, and the dry heat rose slightly. It has been four or five times that the cold and warm alternate.

Yi Heng's sleeping hands around his chest were sometimes tight and sometimes relaxed. Finally, one time, his hands seemed to be unable to bear the weight of his hands. He slipped down from his chest and hit his lap.

"Who!" He roared in horror and woke up from his sleep in an instant.

He opened his eyes and scanned the passage. The stumps on the ground came into his eyes, even dozens of heads. His eyes and mouth seemed to stare at him and smile at him.

The ruddy on his face instantly faded and became pale. His pupils contracted immediately. With a "Hoo", he stood up and was ready to fly away.

But he suddenly woke up, immediately stopped his body and looked at the ground again. Everything was like a dead object without any movement.

And the mouths on dozens of heads are slightly open. Where are they smiling at him?

Gently exhale, support the stone wall with your hands, and slowly sit down.

"I don't know how long it has been, but judging from the degree of mental and physical recovery, it's at least more than one day." He shook his head and felt a burst of clarity in his mind, and most of his physical strength recovered.

"If heaven and Earth collided with the cold, I'm afraid I would have frozen to death in my dream. This shows that I'm lucky. This channel should be able to stop the cold."

He muttered to himself that when he entered this channel, he had no time to choose. He just entered the nearest channel. He was naturally delighted to have this luck.

Of course, entering the nearest channel is also to confuse the eastern friars and others. Others should continue to go deep into their star stone area.

"That's good!" He gave a low sigh. In this way, as long as they could stay in this channel for ten days and a half months, I'm afraid the three people could not wait for him to go out again if they had patience.

"But has friar Pei ever been here?" A question arose in his mind, which was also a fatal possibility.

It would be great if friar Dongfang and other three killed him on the spot.

Yi Heng closed his eyes and leaned against the stone wall to think. Instead of letting the residual limbs on the ground appear in his eyes, he might as well close his eyes to be comfortable. If he can't see the eye, the heart is not afraid.

"Why have you been worried about the return of friar Pei?" He suddenly thought of this problem. There was nothing to see in the dead passage, and his mood became a little disordered.

It is reasonable that whether friar Pei is caught up by the three friars of the east or not, he should hide far away and slowly digest the free Dharma star stone. He should not return here.

In his eyes, he was just a little monk Yuanying. If he hated him, he wouldn't come back and kill himself at a great risk.

"Unless..."

He thought of a possibility, unless he put it in the white jade ring on his body, there are really many valuable things.

Friar Pei's flesh pain came to mind. Did he really not empty his storage ring?

In his heart, he urged him again and again to go back and find the storage ring, but he still held his body.

I have the intention to transfer my thoughts to other things, but what can I think about in this channel? Could it be the stumps all over the ground? Or what's at the end of the passage? What is the use of thinking about these problems?

No matter how you transfer your thoughts, you will eventually return to the white jade ring.

In addition, at this time, he was in urgent need of spirit stone and star stone. Maybe there were all the white jade rings, so the desire in his heart was more and more difficult to control.

"Although the friar surnamed Pei is hateful, he must also have a trace of guilt. The white jade storage ring should be my compensation. In this case, it's very necessary to go and have a look by yourself."

He mumbled to himself to find a reasonable reason, and his desire could no longer be suppressed. It was like turning into power. At this time, he only felt that his hands and feet were full of power.

With his hands on the ground, the whole man jumped up. Of course, the passage was narrow and low. He could only bend his waist and walk back.

The way back is always shorter. Coupled with the heat in his eyes, he has ignored all the stumps and broken legs on the ground. Only a white jade storage ring attracts him in the depths of his eyes.

A moment later, his eyes swept the scene on the channel and he knew that he had returned to the place where the white jade ring had been lost.

Fix your eyes on the half head on the ground.

Messy hair is like a bush of weeds on the ground, covering all the back of the head, leaving only the part from the forehead to the chin.

The eyes on the head opened hard, and the black and white eyes stared at the front, as if they saw something very scared. They were scared out of their wits and died in an instant.

The slightly open mouth not only didn't shout out before death, but also didn't even open to the maximum, so it became a corpse.

Yi Heng ignored everything in his eyes and stared at the slightly open mouth. The white jade storage ring hit the rock and fell to the ground. It rolled five circles. Unfortunately, it just rolled into this mouth.

At that time, I naturally felt funny, but now I scold myself for being stupid. Even if I want to lose it, at least I have to see what's in it.

But now is not the time to blame yourself. The problem now is how to take out the ring.

He squatted down, deliberately ignoring the nose and scary eyes on his head, repressed his discomfort, and forced himself to look at his mouth flush with the ground.

At this time, I can see clearly that the teeth and tongue in my mouth are lifelike and very clear. Where it is like a dead body for a long time, it is clearly a living man's mouth.

"This..."

He took one step to the left and two steps to the right, changing his posture, trying to see the mouth from all angles.

What made him speechless was that he had made a half circle around the mouth and had seen everything in his mouth. He could see clearly that a tooth was missing a corner, but he didn't see the white jade ring.

"Is it really a coincidence that he swallowed it?" He was a little creepy and took two steps back.

So big a ring that the living can't swallow, let alone the dead?

However, deep in his mouth, there is indeed a hole. That is the throat. Does the ring really roll into his throat?

Yi Heng stood up and retreated slowly, and his palms began to sweat.

After standing up, it was just opposite to those wide open eyes. The color of terror in those eyes seemed to be changing gradually, turning into a smile and ridicule.

At first, he felt palpitations. His backward steps had become soft. Coupled with his bent waist, he seemed to collapse to the ground if he couldn't support his body.

But gradually, in the smile and ridicule of the terrible eyes, his long suppressed fury was gradually exposed from his eyes.

I saw my eyes looking at each other, everything in front of me turned red, and the scenes of blood flowing into a river and stumps everywhere poured into my mind.

Since he returned to Sunda from the earth, he has been suppressed and couldn't find a breath at all. He is always on the edge of death and struggling to survive everywhere.

The way to cultivate immortality is to walk against the sky. A monk has long been downcast and angry, and his temper has been annihilated. Where can he go further in cultivation?

But even if he didn't want to, he couldn't find an opportunity and object to vent. Now, in this dead channel, even a naked head dared to laugh at him, and he finally couldn't help it.

"Ah ~ ah..."

The red eyes were full of blood red. Ten fingers quickly pinched the formula, and all the remaining mana in the Dantian gushed out. As soon as the word "dry" appeared, they shot at the head on the ground.