Chapter 782

"I didn't save you, I saved a monk like you!"

Yi Heng heard the monk's voice. He didn't know if the monk was talking to himself, but he was sure that he just heard his voice.

It would be incredible if the monk could grasp the time when he woke up after he was unconscious.

"It's not a pity for a monk like you to die, but it's also useful. He doesn't need to repay his kindness. He just needs you to do a little thing."

Although he heard the monk's voice in his ears, subconsciously, he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to be in a coma forever and even die.

But the habit of careful thinking, which he had developed for a long time, was not controlled by his consciousness. He followed the monk's words and kept speculating.

So if it was contradictory, he knew the meaning immediately.

It's not you who save, it's a monk like yourself.

The friar didn't mean to save himself. He didn't know that he was saving himself. He wanted to save his own kind of friars.

But how is he different from other monks?

To be sure, it's not gifted, it's not gifted soul.

Is that your chance?

He lay on the ground, breathing as if nothing, deep in the heart did not wake up.

He doesn't know the chance of others, but Shen tutian's chance should not be worse than his own. Why is it his own?

Or is it his past experience that he appreciates?

"You can do it, or you can not do it, or you can succeed, or you can not succeed. Just like your life, it is in your hands. If you are determined to die, you can not do it..."

I want to die!

He tried to shake his head hard, as if he had a clue in his mind.

"I was worried that you had a little nostalgia for life, but I was relieved by your performance just now. Did you suddenly think of anything just now?"

A little nostalgia?

He finally understood why he was saved.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you think of. Just like in those years, meeting is predestination. What's more, if you meet me twice, I'll let you know something and broaden your horizons."

Whether he was listening or not, or whether he knew that he was listening all the time, the monk thought all the time according to the meaning of his words.

"Eight halls of Yimen, each occupying one planet, you already know that." The voice seemed to appear in his ears out of thin air, so he did not know whether the monk was facing him or his back.

At this time, his mind began to be a little active, temporarily forgetting Qiu Xiyin's strange eyes.

"But you can see that xunxing was prosperous in those days, and there were many ethnic groups. The other seven stars were like wilderness, and they were lack of resources. Although there were ten thousand ethnic groups above xunxing, the human race had no place at all. Being at the bottom of ten thousand ethnic groups in the starry sky, they were always faced with the danger of extermination."

He didn't open his eyes, let alone get up.

Like a dead man lying on the ground, let the Friar's indifferent voice into the ear.

This strange scene appeared in the house, which is 45 feet in diameter and is cast by some unknown object.

A man lay on the ground, like a dead man, eyes closed, almost no breath of living people.

A monk with his back to him, left hand behind him, hanging right hand holding Chi Xu Hao pen, eyes staring at the body.

In the air in front of him, the word "kan" gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint trace of fluorescence.

But the word "kan" seemed to have some magic power, so that his eyes did not move for a long time, and there was no sign of moving.

Yi Heng was lying on the ground, his heart beating suddenly.

But subconsciously, he still didn't want to wake up. He only had the uncontrollable habit of thinking and went further and further along the monk's words.

"Twenty or thirty thousand years ago, a man of extraordinary wisdom was born in the human race. He saw the moving track of the stars in the sky and the earth, imitated the wonderful changes of the mountains and rivers, and realized the supreme magic."

Ethereal voice word by word into his ears, his pulse some signs of beating.

"By virtue of the supreme magic method, this man practiced Taoism, spread the human race, and founded the Yimen."

"Later, Yimen became stronger and stronger, and that man led thousands of friars to completely occupy Xun Xing, which was the most prosperous in those years."

"Not only that, but also all kinds of alien people who regard Xun as their ancestor will be killed and driven away."

"The demons were the top race on Xun at that time. They were at the top of the ten thousand race. They killed other races at will. But after the race war that spanned ten thousand years, the demons were completely killed by that man. Of course, some people living in the empty space are not afraid."

"Bang bang!" Yi Heng's heart beat twice suddenly.

"After that, the other races had to give in to the power of the human race and moved obediently to the other seven planets where resources were scarce."

The friar stopped and raised his right hand slowly, as if the pen was too heavy for him.One, two, three.

After three breaths, the monk lifted the pen to his chest.

And lying on the ground, his weak thoughts also stopped with the pause of the monk's words.

It was as if the monk's words were leading his thoughts. If he wanted to think, he would think. If he didn't want to think, he would rest in peace.

Five, six.

The Friar's right hand suddenly moved.

The pen slides with the right hand in the air in front of the chest.

One, two, three.

With the sliding of the pen, the void is like paper, and there are fluorescent traces.

As soon as the fluorescence of the first stroke appears, a mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme disperses from the stroke, and then the second stroke, the third stroke.

With the increase of strokes, Daoyun becomes more and more obvious. The whole space is full of unspeakable Daoyun. Even Yi Heng, who is lying on the ground in a coma, is obsessed with enjoyment.

The friar seemed to be very hard, absorbed, and his right hand seemed to be carrying a great force, and he was dancing slowly.

After ten breaths, the friar gently breathed out a breath, and his right hand seemed to be unable to hold it up again, and slowly dropped down.

With the pen hanging down, the Taoist rhyme in the space disappeared instantly. Only in the void of the monk's chest, there was a big word with five feet of fluorescence.

"Kan."

The word "kan" is so mysterious that it seems to hang in the air. All the Taoist rhymes in the room seem to be absorbed by it. If Yi Heng wakes up, he will be shocked.

The mysterious word "kan" is more and more unlike the word "kan".

Take a breath, the monk's eyes fixed on the word "kan", and his indifferent voice came again:

"heaven and Earth Shock gen, from Kan duxun, above the dry star is Tianling, and his skin is all white, above the Kun star is earthling, and his skin is all black."

The obsession on Yi Heng's face disappears with the disappearance of Daoyun, and is replaced by a pale sleep.

But the monk's indifferent voice seemed to penetrate into his mind, and let his thoughts be led by words and go far again.

Heaven, earth, a white and a black, think is the spirit of the family and the spirit of the family.

"Apart from the color of their skin, the two races were not different from the Terrans. But at that time, they always put themselves in a high position and never looked down upon the Terrans. Therefore, when the Terrans gained power, they naturally classified them as alien."

"Above the shock star is the ghost clan, above the gen star is the demon clan, above the Li star is the fire clan, above the duixing star is the ghost clan, above the Kan star is the demon clan."

When the friar talked about Canxing, he seemed to have a hard way to get through. He gave a slight pause.

If Yi Heng is sober, he will be able to recall these. Qiu Xiyin once introduced them in detail.

"The names of these seven planets are all named by that man. At that time, when that man was still alive, the power of Yimen was beyond imagination. Therefore, which of the seven planets, 56 small planets, seven monks, seven races and tens of thousands of races dares not to obey?"

The fine awn in the monk's eyes seemed to stir the word "kan" in front of him slightly, so he immediately withdrew his eyes, but the admiration in his eyes was obvious.

"The names of the five races tell us what kind of Daoism they are good at. Only the two races on the second planet of heaven and earth, which boast themselves as the spiritual race of heaven and earth, seem to be bad at nothing."

Yi Heng's eyelids moved slightly.

In those days, on the earth, the universe and the earth were united into one, and they were able to make a great move to escape from him. Why were they not good at Taoism?

"I'm not good at any way, but I can see other ways. It's hard to imagine in the world of cultivating immortals that not only makes its race stand among thousands of people, but even more and more prosperous."

The monk seemed to think of something, and his words stopped.

His words are like the lamp oil of Yi Heng's life. When his words stop, Yi Heng's thoughts will stop.

"To save you is to let you go to Qianxing!"

As soon as the monk's voice turned, his right index finger suddenly bent.

As if to make him think, just this sentence, there is no following.

Yi Heng thought back to just now.

Those who are determined to die will be sent to Qianxing.

Why do you want people who want to die? Obviously, there is no life or death.

But since I'm determined to die, why should I accept it?

His thoughts became more and more slow, and gradually all stopped.

I don't know how long later, the monk's voice rang out again: "at the same time, he has a life and death feud with the seven tribes and can't get revenge. He wants to die even though he has no heart to worry about, and he won't betray the human race. Aren't you the most suitable person?"

He could not stop the sound coming into his mind from far and near.

And when the sound came to his mind, the lamp of his thinking seemed to add lamp oil again, and slowly began to burn again.

It's just that he doesn't have any desire to go or live.

"In the past ten thousand years, I have saved ten monks who have potential and are in the same situation as you. In the end, three of them were killed by the Tianling clan, and two of them betrayed the Terran clan. But I still haven't got the most important secret of the Tianling clan."Yi Heng's right leg twitches unconsciously.

Ten thousand years, how long has this person lived?

"If you are still sentimentally attached, I will kill you at will, which is not a waste of my title as an iron face venerable person. If you are not sentimentally attached, you can go there. If you succeed or fail, how much is death. What's your fear?"

"Are you going or not?"