Chapter 394

Endless sense of suffocation sink into the bottom of my heart, making fengchenglin want to struggle to break the water for countless times.

But when Ling Luoyu's tragic situation floated into his mind, he gave up the idea of living again.

If a brother in the same robe cannot be born on the same day in the same year, he shall die in the same year, in the same month and on the same day.

He must not let his brother go alone to the netherworld.

The extreme suffocation, makes his mind began to lack of oxygen, endless illusions also began to flash.

Just as his consciousness was about to break up and fall into a deep sleep forever, his arm was tight, and then a sharp pain spread from his forehead.

Almost instantly, his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and the pain went into his heart.

In the extreme pain, all his consciousness instantly returned, and with a cry, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ah

The light in front of me is still so bright and soft, just no longer the color of gold, but the dancing candle light.

In an instant, all the memories began to recover.

Gold, river, supreme illusory spider, three little!!

San Shao?!

Wind into the forest heart again a tremor, instinct to touch around.

"Three little, three little?"

"What about..." Acid voice suddenly into the ear, like a thunder.

Feng Chenglin shivered all over and turned around to look at it.

Mo xuanchen sat on one side, holding a tea cup in his hand. The streamer on the golden mask was not as bright as his eyes.

"Respect Respect

Feng Chenglin is stuttering and stuttering. For a while, he doesn't know what to say.

Ink Xuan dust's lip corner curved out a different smile: "really didn't see, you can still die for her!"

Feng Chenglin took a puff at the corner of his mouth and looked rather embarrassed.

"That We are different She and I are brothers... "

Before he finished speaking, Mo xuanchen suddenly gave a clear cough. Obviously, he didn't want Feng Chenglin to say too much.

"She's there, not yet awake!"

Along with Mo Xuan dust's lips, Feng Chenglin saw Ling Luoyu lying on one side.

A round white jade cold bed, several of them in a circle lying there.

In addition to Ling Luoyu, a white robed old man stood in front of several other people.

Each white robed old man put his hands on the forehead of Wu Ye Feng and others with different expressions.

Feng Chenglin looked at Mo xuanchen carefully, "they What are you doing? "

"They are spiritual thinkers who are prying into their affairs in the illusory world with their spiritual power..."

Feng Chenglin can't help but look at Ling Luoyu, and the heart says that they are both for Mao and nobody is spying!

The thought has not finished, the black Xuan dust's bad laughter has already entered the ear.

"What you two are in the dreamland, I look at it myself!"

Feng Chenglin laughs: "it's really an honor..."

All fools can see that this is the tone of a vinegar jar.

His honor must have something to do with Ling Luoyu.

Fortunately, Luo Ling is out of the situation, otherwise he has not done anything.

Thinking of this, he could not help but burst into a cold sweat.

The taste of this Zun is really unique.

He can play fantasy like this.

But then again --

"Reverend, this dreamland What is it? "

"Fantasy is your experience! It's also a necessary step for selecting core disciples! "

Feng Chenglin screamed and nearly jumped up: "core disciple?"

He is a brown robed disciple now. He can't compete with the core disciple baganzi in terms of cultivation and ability. How can he be a core disciple?!

What's more, the core disciples all started from the cultivation of xuanhuang. How could they have done this?!

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