Chapter 796

Yi Heng coldly looks at the thin and weak friar, eager to blend into the wall, and sighs to himself.

If you still have a storage ring in your hand, how can you be spared at this time?

Just as he was about to watch the excitement, he did not expect that the weak friar suddenly straightened up and took off the storage ring single. He said to the crowd, "there are not many spirit stones. Who should I give to you, senior

"Boy, if you don't work, it's for me."

"Good!" "Whoosh!"

The frail friar popped the ring gently towards the direction of speaking. No matter who robbed it, he bent back and hid in the dark.

Yi Heng looked at his action without procrastination, not from secretly surprised.

"And mine, too! Whoosh

Another storage ring shot out from the darkness on the right side. It had been collected before it could be seen that it was a lost storage ring.

He turned his head and looked to the right. In the dark, he only saw a pair of unwilling eyes slowly closed. When he saw it, he suddenly burst out the essence, but then he was covered by his eyelids and disappeared into the dark.

At 9553, that man was another monk in Yuan Dynasty. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with himself from his eyes.

"You must be resenting me for handing over the storage ring first?" He thought to himself.

In this situation, what's the fear of one more person's resentment? So he drew back his eyes without expression, put his hands around his chest, leaned naked against the wall, waiting for the unknown front.

The vast stars are gradually left behind by the star ship, and the light in front is getting longer and longer.

At this time, the star ship finally approached the bright place, several surprises sounded, and the star ship suddenly vibrated, like losing power, and fell down through the layers of clouds.

From high altitude, the direction of the Starship's fall is a huge yellow planet, from which the light is emitted.

The yellow halo emitted from the periphery of the planet has already disappeared into the distant sky, and the rest is the weak light.

The starship is falling faster and faster, and the Yellow planet is getting bigger and bigger.

"Boom boom..."

When the hull just touches the Yellow aperture around the planet, the air is like substance, causing huge friction with the hull.

The whole hull is not only shaking and bumping, but the outer layer of the hull is also scratched with dazzling sparks, and the star ship drags its tail with fire and lands rapidly towards the Yellow planet.

"Boom boom..."

The deafening roar went through the cabin with a violent jolt. In the cabin, Yi Heng's feet pressed hard and leaned against the bulkhead.

The friars sitting in the middle may be in meditation, and they have no time to prepare, so they are thrown around in this violent turbulence.

It's just that as high-level monks, it's hard for them to do any damage from this turbulence. When they react, they immediately run their mana and immediately sit in the same place.

Although the body has been well controlled and no longer shakes, the color of panic on people's faces reveals their inner fear.

Finally, to reach the destination?

The violent bumping of the ship didn't last long. After passing through the Yellow aperture, the ship suddenly fell thousands of feet. It seemed to be controlled and became stable immediately. At this time, the sparks behind the ship disappeared.

Under the star ship, the mountains and rivers can be seen, crawling on the huge planet, endless, a vast yellow.

"Arrive smoothly, Xuanyuan Daoyou. How long are you going to stay this time?"

"Thank you very much. How long will you stay? Huang Daoyou, what do you say? "

"Huang is eager to go back immediately!"

"Ha ha, Huang Daoyou should break through the bottleneck soon, but this is not a good place to break through the bottleneck."

"It's not only a good place, it's just a piece of barren yellow sand. Let alone aura, the air feels dead."

...

while chatting, they control the star boat. A cup of tea goes by, and the star boat flies thousands of miles in the sky and falls obliquely to the ground.

Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, continue to fly, continue to land, until the front of a yellow mountain blocking the way forward, this slow down.

Compared with the high mountain, the star boat, which is one hundred feet long and forty or fifty feet wide, becomes small. It slowly lands at the bottom of the mountain, and suddenly opens a nearly one hundred feet hole at the foot of the mountain.

The Starship does not stop, quietly rushes into the cave.

When the hundred Zhang Long Star boat rushed into the hole and disappeared, the huge hole closed slowly.

With a bang, the whole hole disappeared.

Wanzhang mountain is very strange, the mountain is a pale yellow color, even the rocks, even the rare plants, are a pale yellow.

In cabin 95, Yi Heng and others could not see everything outside, and they did not know that the huge ship had entered the mountain at this time.

Only when the ship made a "boom" and the whole people were shocked to blood boiling, did they know that they had landed.For the unknown place, the unknown fate, people are obviously very uneasy, so some monks began to put out cruel words, in order to strengthen courage.

"It's up to me whether it's a blessing or a disaster. You Taoist friends have a life and death. If you really want to fight each other, don't blame Chen for his ruthlessness!"

"Yes, although there is friendship in the same cabin, when it's time to make a move, a certain family will never be soft hearted, haha!"

...

Yi Heng leaned quietly against the bulkhead, and his heart was not half full of waves. Even when he heard the weak friar beside him, he said in a low voice: "it's in my hands, don't blame me for being cruel and cruel!"

He knew it was to himself, but he didn't bother to turn to look at the fierce color on his white face, and he replied according to his words.

In the cabin, the monks, who were crying out their inner panic, finally calmed down gradually.

As if to go to the field of Dharma, after catharsis, there is silence and trembling.

For monks, death may be terrible, but the waiting before death is even more difficult.

A cup of tea, an hour later, there was no sign of the hatch opening, but there was a little noise from above.

In the silent and panic cabin, the noise from far to near was very harsh, but the people didn't have any dissatisfaction. Instead, they used their ears to listen to the bits of information from the noise.

"Seventh... All out... This way..."

Intermittent sound into the ear, so that the cabin air more and more tense solidification.

"All the friars... Numbered... Killed..."

There are more and more intermittent sounds coming from the ceiling, and more and more information. People's breathing is getting thicker and their heart starts to beat faster.

Yi Heng also feels cold all over his body, and his skin is full of pimples. A sense of coldness twines in his heart. The more he wants to get rid of it, the more he can't get rid of it.

Nostril wings with the ups and downs of the chest, one open and one close, the heart "bang bang" violent beating, like to break the chest out.

"Hatch 83, all out, this way!" The sound is getting closer.

"All friars, remember their own number, and also remember the number of the same cabin."

"Here, in addition to killing others, only to be killed..."

Finally, a complete word came from the small hole which could isolate the divine consciousness, but could not isolate the sound. Only when the complete word was heard in their ears, it made them palpitating.

The dark cabin at this time seems to have become a place for them to escape, to find a short-term stability.

But in this fear and silence, they seemed unable to suppress the beating of the heart. Many monks pressed their right hand on their left chest and tried again.

Like the real pressure, they have to open their mouths, cooperate with their nostrils, and gasp hard.

It seems that the pressure in the chest can not be released only by holding the blood in the chest.

"Hold 93..." As the voice became clearer and clearer, the crowd continued to be silent, and the eleventh complete speech came to their ears.

The same words, the same meaning, but the pressure is like the vast starry sky, so that they can hardly resist.

"Ho ho ho..."

Yi Heng forced himself into the wall, and the two friars beside him gasped with exaggeration.

The monks of Yuan Dynasty are invincible on the earth and on the island. In mainland China, they are at least the ancestors of a family and a school. But here, they have become the fish on the chopping board of others.

So he didn't laugh, and he didn't feel funny.

He also had his share in the "Ho Ho" sound of gasping.

"Dodo, Dodo, Dodo..."

"Die, die, die, he, what do they mean? Hard, isn't it to sell, sell us... "

The 9553 on the right side was really shivering. It seemed that he could not bear the pressure of silence and made a deliberate inquiry.

His upper and lower teeth kept trembling. In his words, he didn't know the shame of being sold at that time, but wanted to be sold.

"Shut up In the dark came a sharp drink, hoarseness of the drink, the fear of people scared away a little.

Yi Heng was shocked, and then he remembered that he was a man who wanted to die. No matter what the external situation was, he was just dying. What's his fear?

Although it's better to die in a fight with the spirit eaters than to die in an open and aboveboard way, it's the death of the body and the way of death. Why should we be influenced by them and it's hard to control our inner fear?

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and was ready to shout for the man.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he did not make a sound, but he heard the monk in the dark say in a loud voice: "what's the value of a monk in Yuan infant period? It's not your turn to sell it! "

"Hu ~"

when he rushes out of his throat, he is choked into his stomach by Sheng Sheng, and the air that is deeply sucked into his chest and abdomen is like leaking out, which can't be stopped.No matter the mob or the mortal friars, who can insist on dignity between life and death?

"Hatch 95, all out..."