Chapter 784

Yi Heng looks around in a daze.

One, two, ten, twenty.

Fifty three monks.

He wanted to be killed on the spot, even though he wanted to be killed on the spot.

Just now, when he felt that he was alone in the dark, the laughter rang out from behind him. Instinctively, he opened his eyes and turned his mana to prepare for defense.

In fact, you don't need to release divine consciousness, you just need to infuse mana, and the naked eye can see everything clearly in the dark.

All around him, in the dark, were full of monks.

Most of the friars saw that he was stunned, and a happy smile appeared on his face. Although he was very reluctant, it could be seen that he was absolutely smiling from the heart.

There is not much space in the dark, but only 60 square meters.

In the darkness of sixty square meters, there were fifty-three monks, fifty-four of them.

Even if you are a monk you know, you must be more than Zhang apart when you sit. Are these monks you know?

He was the only one among all the monks. He collapsed on the floor with a face of confusion.

Lonely? Lonely night?

I didn't expect so many monks to accompany me.

"Ha ha, is this friend stupid or something? I still don't understand my situation. "

"Hehe, it's rare to see such a silly monk in Yuan Dynasty."

"I woke up ten hours ago and opened my eyes secretly. Now I'm still peeping. Ha ha, Da Fangfang opened his eyes. No one cares about you!"

...

no matter how thick the skin is, Yi Heng feels a little hot at this time.

He was surrounded by the friars who were full of sitting in the middle, but he didn't find anything under the conscious self hypnosis.

With so many friars staring at him, he was naturally embarrassed to keep a collapsed posture, so he slowly got up and sat up like them.

After a breath, I still felt that it was not right, so I moved a little Chi Xu towards the dark, until I saw the threatening eyes of the monks behind, and then I stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing on the stage that attracts people's attention, he may have liked the scenery before, but now, he just feels tired and tired, just wants to hide in the dark, just want to be quiet, silent or die.

He looked at the place where he had collapsed before, and then looked up at the ceiling, there was some speculation.

I'm afraid it was full of monks before I was thrown in.

Seeing that he was thrown in, he naturally dodged around and finally watched himself fall on the floor.

Maybe it's very special to be thrown in, so the people have been observing themselves in the dark.

The first time they wake up and secretly observe the appearance of the ceiling, they can see it clearly from beginning to end. The second time they wake up and peek again, they can't help laughing and making fun of themselves.

But then he was a little relieved.

If you were the only one, you would guess that it was the human traffickers who captured you in their coma. Today, so many monks should not be the same as you.

He comforted himself.

After hiding in the dark, other friars may see that there is no fun, so they slowly stop paying attention to him.

On the contrary, he used his spare light and divine sense to induce people.

One, two.

He was more and more frightened.

The closer you look, the more shocked you are.

Among the 53 monks, only two are of the same level in the Yuan Dynasty. The other monks, with their strong breath and strong magic power, can not perceive their realm.

Of course, he knew that the lower friars could not perceive the higher friars' state of cultivation.

However, he did not expect that it has been more than a thousand years since he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals. However, the number of high-level monks he saw today is much more than the total number he has seen for thousands of years.

The monk who threatened him not to get close was the nearest one. His eyes were like electricity and his breath was like rainbow. Although he didn't show his magic power, he was about 50% stronger than himself.

In this way, the monk is either in the period of transforming the spirit or in the period of refining the emptiness.

And the middle-aged friar, who was the first to laugh just now, looked at himself with a smile. He felt like he was on his back. He was not comfortable all over. His breath did not show and his magic power did not show. But his body sitting on the ground was like a mountain.

Is this man even a Mahayana monk?

After his divine sense swept by in a hurry, he took it back immediately.

In my mind, I remember seeing the Mahayana friars in Zhongzhou.

That ordinary old man, with such a thin back, is like a mountain. Although his turbid eyes have not directly directed at him, he still feels shocked when he sweeps over him.

So many high-level friars gathered together, what are they going to do?

Are they all sent to Qianxing by Da Neng?He surmised in his heart, but he denied it immediately.

That man has only sent ten people for ten thousand years. How can he send so many monks this time?

When he thought of that great power, he quickly recalled his every word in his mind. It was very strange that he was in a coma at that time, so he should not be able to remember his words.

But the strange thing is that he can remember every word clearly. He can not only remember, but even recall his indifferent but irresistible tone when he spoke.

"What's the secret of Qianxing Tianling clan?" He thought of the universe again.

Blue eyes, golden curly hair, white skin, not snake that because of the perennial lack of sunlight white, but the original color is so white.

"No matter what the secret is, even Da Neng can't find out. How can I, yuan yingxiao Xiu, get involved with it?"

After three breaths, he completely hid in the dark, not only his body but also his mind.

If the heart is dark, the whole world is dark.

Close your eyes. In the dark space, none of the 53 monks made any more noise.

Yi Heng doesn't meditate, doesn't adjust his breath, and doesn't use his mana to heal his wounds.

But in a strange environment, meet a group of strange high-level monks, although he does not have any desire to survive, but the body's instinct is slowly self repair.

The broken bones of his whole body slowly healed themselves. He silently calculated that when the bones on his legs had healed most of the time, ten days had passed again.

In ten days, among the 54 monks, none of them made a sound, let alone a sound.

He finally understood why the friars could not help laughing at him.

The dull and depressing atmosphere became more and more dignified with the passage of time. Even he, who had no desire to survive, felt that he could not bear it.

If there is a monk like him who is thrown down from the top, he will avoid it, and then watch him fall to the ground like a dead dog.

Maybe face will show from the heart but reluctantly smile.

If that person secretly opens his eyes and looks up again and again, and doesn't pay attention to the attention of so many monks around, he will probably laugh.

Of course, if that person's cultivation is lower than his own golden elixir period, maybe he will be the first to laugh.

It's too depressing.

I don't know where I am or where I am going.

It's more oppressive than waiting before death.

So on the thirteenth day, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the place where he had collapsed before, waiting to drop a monk from above.

However, the ceiling above had never been opened, and naturally no friar was thrown down like a dead dog.

He could not help admiring all the high-level friars around him, even the two yuan infant friars.

Obviously, they are not meditating.

If you meditate, these ten days are nothing. I'm afraid you need to count the number of days in a week.

But they just sat like him, waiting for the ceiling to open, waiting for a monk to drop down like a dead dog.

"Hoo

His chest heaved slightly, and the solidified air made it difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't help breathing out a mouthful of turbid air.

Twenty days have passed.

There was no movement. There was no movement in the whole space. He even thought that there were dead monks all around him.

If the breath of all the monks in the divine consciousness was not long and even, if the scene of being ridiculed was not still in the mind.

In these 20 days, no sound or words came from the ceiling.

Twenty days later, his whole body was almost healed, but his uneasiness became more and more obvious.

I tried to open my mouth several times to break the silence, but as soon as I saw the look of strangers on the faces of the friars around me, I closed my mouth tightly.

"Laozi, who has no desire to survive, can't compare with you? Even if you're high-level monks, how about that? " In his heart, he closed his eyes and decided to fight against the silence.

"Oh!"

Three days later, he closed his eyes, pretended to be calm, and his ears moved. A slight sound came from outside, which made him happy.

For three days, no one knew that in fact, countless confused thoughts flashed through his mind.

If it wasn't for the slight sound, he would be possessed.

No matter how far things are recalled in my mind, in the end, I was pulled back by the powerful words.

As depicted in the soul in general, want to forget, but can not forget half a word.

"Cluck!"

There were two slight voices again. His eyes opened slightly and instinctively peeped left and right.Fifty three friars, their ears seemed to become very sensitive, and with that "cluck" sound, they even shook twice.

"Cluck, cluck!"

"Hoo

"Cluck"

the sound, like a stone beating on the turtle's shell, appeared once in the first ten breaths and became more and more intensive.

Among the friars, there was someone breathing out the turbid air.

He didn't understand what the voice meant, but he knew that the friars around him understood.

In a flash, his heart began to speed up, as if the accident he had been looking forward to had finally come.

However, he didn't know how to face the unexpected accident, so he had to hold his breath and carefully observe the monks' expressions on the left and right sides.

"Do you want to live or die, fellow Taoists?"