Chapter 46: Wake up in this seat

When I woke up, Mo was found to be still in the arsenal of God.

He seems to have slept for a long time, but when he blinks, he finds that time has not passed too long, and even seems to be just a blink of an eye.

I don't know if it was because the spell was broken. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground, but he was unharmed. The sly wound, the dripping blood, was like a nightmare, and there was no trace left on him.

The ink can't help but be surprised and happy. When I look at the teacher, he doesn't know when he is still in a coma, but it is not hurt in the autumn.

Could it be that after the trial of Chen Shanggong, the hooks not only removed the illusion, but also restored the injuries they suffered in the illusion?

...

Although I think about it carefully, Gou Shanggong does not want to harm people. However, this is in line with the original intention of the trial, but it is not true, but even feels the rest of the life.

Among the four people, he was the first to wake up.

Then, the teacher, see the teacher slowly open the eyelashes, the ink burned overjoyed, and even said: "Sister! We are fine! Nothing! You look at me!"

In the division, there was a smear in the first place, and then it gradually became clear. He suddenly opened his eyes: "A burning?! You-"

If the words are not finished, they will be hugged by the ink.

The teacher couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder gently: "What happened to you..."

"Sorry, I am hurting you so much."

The teacher said: "In fact, it is not a problem, I just have a dream."

Ink burning: "That's really hurt!"

Teacher: "...What really hurts?"

At this time, Xue Meng also woke up. He didn't know what he had dreamed of. He shouted: "Bold madman! It is even thinner than me!"

The teacher saw that he woke up and said in the past: "Less master."

"Ah... how are you? How come you?" Xue Meng thought he was still in a dream.

The ink burned in a good mood, and Xue Meng's look was also very soft. He smiled and told him about it, and Xue Meng suddenly returned to God.

"It turned out to be a dream... I thought..."

In order to cover up the cockroaches, Xue Meng coughed and suddenly found that Chu Ningning, who had always been the most powerful, even fell asleep, and could not help but be shocked.

"How is Master still not awake?"

They walked over and looked at the wounds of Chu Xiaoning. Because Chu Xiaoning was injured before the opening of the illusion, according to the design of the Gou Chengong, only the damage in the illusion can be recovered. Therefore, Chu's shoulder is still soaked with a lot of blood, which is shocking.

The ink sighed and said: "Let's wait a little longer."

After touching the time of a column of incense, Chu Ning finally finally woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were cold when he woke up, like a white snow. After a long time, he turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the ink.

But he seems to be the same as Xue Meng. He was still not fully awake for a moment. He looked at the ink and slowly reached out his hand and muttered, "You..."

Ink burning: "Master."

Hearing him calling himself, Chu Xinning's hand was condensed in the air, and the pale face seemed to have a trace of blood, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "Hmm..."

"Master!!"

Xue Meng rushed over and squeezed the ink to the side, holding the hand of Chu Xiaoning: "How are you? Is it better? Master respects you for so long, I am worried about death."

Chu Xiaoning saw Xue Meng, slightly condensed, and the mist in his eyes gradually dispersed. Then take a closer look at the ink burning, seeing the other side is holding himself, but it is pulling the hand of the teacher, and has not let go.

"..."

Chu nightning completely woke up, his face cold. Then it was like drying the fish in the pond, and finally it was dead.

The teacher is concerned: "Master, are you still okay? Should you hurt?"

Chu night Ning Ping said: "I am fine, no pain."

Under the help of Xue Meng, he slowly stood up. The ink burned with a sorrowful sorrow. The night of Chu's injury was the shoulder. Why did he stand up when he got up, as if his foot was hurt?

The ink burned that Chu Xiaoning did not know what happened in the illusion, but briefly recounted it.

When the teacher just listened, he felt that something was wrong. At this time, I heard it again. I felt even more strange. I couldn't help but say: "A burning, you said that I saved you?"

"correct."

The teacher quieted for a while and slowly said: "But I... I have been dreaming, I haven't woken up."

The ink burned, but then smiled: "Don't be kidding."

The teacher said: "I am not kidding, I am dreaming... I dreamt of my mother, they are still alive. That dream is too real, I seem... I don't seem to be able to bear to leave them, I really-"

When he didn't finish his words, he heard that Chu was rather faint: "There is nothing strange about this. It is probably the illusion of Gou Chen that erased the memory of your rescue. In short, neither Xue and I have saved. He, since he said that you saved, you saved."

Teacher: "..."

"Otherwise, is it true that there is still a way to exchange people's minds?" Chu night Ning cold and cold.

He is not willing to make a wedding dress for others. He originally wanted to tell the truth about the ink. He also hoped that the ink would be aware of it. He could understand that the people in the illusion were not teachers, but he changed himself with the teacher.

However, the final confession of the smoldering of the sorcerer was too embarrassing for Chu Xiening.

When I wake up, I look at the shiny eyes of the black ink. For a moment, Chu Xiaoning felt that perhaps there was something in his heart that cares about himself.

Such humble expectations are also the soft thoughts that he dared to quietly explore after so long.

But that is nothing but his self-confidence.

He will not know the blood, the wounds, the burns, and there is no need to know.

He is not stupid, although he does not say it, but he can feel the smoldering of the gentle and beautiful people. How can I see myself, standing in the corner, like a puppet with gray.

But when I heard the smouldering out and said, "I always love you," Chu Xiaoning still felt that he had lost his wolverine and was defeated.

The hug in the illusion, in the view of the smoldering, was given to him by the teacher.

The smoldering will never know, the hug is actually his own, and the alms are given to another poor person.

Chu nightning never thought that the ink would love himself, so this feeling, he tried very hard to press, not to force, not to disturb, not to touch.

Those savage loves, passionate entanglements, are only growing on the soil of youth. When he was young, he also hoped that someone could accompany him and make a monthly decision, but he has been waiting, but he has not waited for this person. Later, the day passed, and his reputation and status in the realm of cultivation were getting higher and higher. Everyone turned to his high mountains and said that he was not close to human feelings. Later, he accepted such a high mountain and was not close to human feelings.

He seems to be hiding in a scorpion, and the years are spinning on his shackles. At first he could see a little light from the outside through the cocoon, but every year, the more silk, the thicker he is, the more he can no longer see the light. There are only myself, and darkness.

He does not believe in love, does not believe in the sky, but does not want to pursue something. If he had gone through all the hardships, he bit the scorpion and brutally climbed out, but no one outside waited for him. What should he do?

Although he likes to burn, this person is too young, too far away, too blazing, and Chu will rather not be close, fearing that one day will be burned to such an ashes by such a flame.

So, all the retreats he can take, he retired.

He didn't know what he was doing wrong.

As a result, he only had a little bit of delusion left, but he was still drowned by the cold rain that was enough to cover the sky.

"Master, look over there!" Xue Meng's screaming called back the feeling of Chu Xiaoning, and he followed the sound, only to see the raging melt in the sword pool, the flames surrounded, the ancient wood tree The spirit re-breaks the water. However, the tree spirits turned white, which is obviously a state of dementia. With both hands holding the silver sword of Chen Shanggong.

Chu night Ningdao: "Run! Hurry!"

Without him repeating the second time, the disciples immediately rushed to the exit.

The tree spirit that was controlled by the sky was screaming at the sky, and the chain of iron was shaken. No one spoke, but the four people heard a voice in the same place:

"Block them, one can't run away."

Xue Meng lost his way: "Someone is speaking in my ear!"

Chu night Ningdao: "Don't care about him, it is the fascination of picking the heart and willow! Run yourself!"

He said that other people have thought of it. When they were awake, they once mentioned them. The so-called fascination is to seduce people's greed and make them kill each other.

Sure enough, the voice in the night of Chu's ears squeaked: "Chu Ning, are you not tired?"

"A generation of masters, Yuheng in the evening. Such a character, but only secretly secretly loves his apprentice. You pay a lot for him, but he does not know how to be good, there is never you in the eyes, just like the gentle and pleasant teacher. Brother. How pitiful are you?"

Chu Evening's face was blue and green, and he ignored the noise in his ears and swept away from the exit.

"Come to me, pick up this ancestor sword, kill the teacher, no one is between you. Come to me, I can help you get what you want, let your favorite people love you. Come by my side..."

Chu night Ning anger said: "So small, not fast!"

Others apparently heard the different conditions raised by the voice. Although their footsteps slowed down, they still resisted the temptation. As they get closer and closer to the exit, the topping of the heart seems to be getting more and more crazy, and the ears are almost twisted.

"I want to be clear! If you get out of this door, you will have no chance!"

The voices in everyone's ears are different, screaming screaming.

"Chu night, Chu, late, do you really have to be alone forever?"

"Ink rain, this world only knows where the dead medicine is coming, come to me, let me tell you-"

"Shi Mingjing, I know the deep desire in your heart, only I can help you!"

"Xue Ziming, the **** Wu you picked is a fake! Jin Chengchi only has the last weapon that was made by Chen Shanggong. When you come back, this ancestor sword will belong to you! Are you not a peerless soldier? You Don't you want to be the pride of the sky? No gods, you are always better than others! Come to me..."

"Xue Meng!" The ink burned and suddenly found the cousin running around him disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw Xue Meng's footsteps slower and slower, and eventually stopped, looking back at the floating silver blue sabre in the sword pool.

The ink burns in the heart.

He knows how deep Xue Meng's obsession with Shenwu. When the kid learned that the weapon he had obtained was a fake, he must have lost it. Picking up the heart and taking the ancestor sword to seduce him, it is really better.

"Xue Meng, don't believe him, don't go over!"

The teacher also said: "Less master, let's go, we will go to the exit!"

Xue Meng suddenly looked back at them, and the voice echoed in his ears became more and more confusing: "They scold you, don't want you to get the weapon of the gods. You think about the light rain, he has already obtained his weapons, he can't wait. You have nothing to gain. You are brothers, you are not as good as him, and the position of the Lord who is alive and dead, of course, will be his."

Xue Meng muttered: "You stay."

The ink burned in front of him seemed to be anxiously shouting at him, but he couldn't hear clearly, just holding his head and repeating it: "You shut me up! You shut up!"

"Xue Ziming, the weapon of the arsenal of God has long been not suitable for your weapon. If you miss the sword of the ancestor, you can only surrender to the ink rain afterwards. At that time, he is your lord, you must be in front of him. Kneeling, listen to him at your mercy! If you think about it, killing him is not enough! The ancient brothers are not a few in the wall, let alone he is your cousin! How can you hesitate! Come over - let me put the sword here you are..."

"Xue Meng!"

"Little Lord!!"

Xue Meng suddenly stopped struggling, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the twilight was red.

"Come to me...you are the pride of the sky...when you are with the respect of the soldiers..."

Chu night Ning Li said: "Xue Meng!"

"Come here... Only you are the lord of the dead and the dead, you can peace and peace in the lower world... Think about those who are suffering, think about the unfair treatment you have suffered... Xue Ziming, let me help you..."

Unconsciously, Xue Meng has come to the boiling sword pool, picking the heart of Liu Zhiling holding the ancestor sword of Chen Shanggong, and the white eyes of the Huanren are all bloodshot.

"Good, take this sword and stop them all!"

Xue Meng slowly raised his hand and trembled to receive the silver-blue sword.

"Kill them."

"Killed the rain."

"Go to... ah!!!!"

Suddenly, Xue Meng took out a long sword and pulled out a splendid sword flower in his hand. Then he smashed his backhand. The ancestor's sword was flowing, and the handsome man of the sky was reflected in the snow. The swordsman reflected it, in his eyes. What is bloody, it is brighter and more pure than usual.

The sword did not stab the ink, but went straight to the heart of the willow, running through the belly!

For a moment, the earth shakes, and the ancient willow shakes.

The fascination is broken, and the arsenal of God is falling apart.

Xue Meng gasped heavily, and he exhausted his strength to break free of confusion. He stared at the topping of the heart, and the young face was full of the persistence and purity of the young man. In the burning eyes, arrogance and innocence can be easily seen.

The so-called phoenix chicks are more than just martial arts.

"You can't help me, don't think about harming others."

Xue Meng gasped and finished, slamming out the sword!

The heart-splitting will burst into a stinking blood, and between the dying, the gods returned to the body, and the suffocation on his body suddenly disappeared.

He rubbed his chest and barely held his crumbling body, raised his face and opened his mouth. Although there was no sound, the mouth was clearly legible.

"More...thank you...you...block...me..."

The body of the exquisite heart is the spirit of the ancients, which is equivalent to the power of the ancestor sword. The ancestor's sword in the hands of Xue Meng was also lost, and it was colorless.

At the same time, the Wannian tree spirit is scattered.

In an instant, 10,000 points of stream light scattered into the waves of water, like a firefly flying insects, flying around the crowd, brilliance, golden light, and finally faded one by one, disappeared.

The teacher said: "Less master, come over, here is going to collapse!"

The earth is shaking and cannot be left for a long time.

Xue Meng turned back and finally looked at the arsenal of God. "When he slammed", he threw the ancestor sword of the ruin and abandoned the sword. Behind him, the bricks collapsed, such as snow cracking.