I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Never fall, absolutely not!

Lin Meng looked around again in the dark, thinking about the way to save himself, if he let it fall like this, it would be dead and no life!

If there is a living saint below, I wouldn't be so scared, no matter which saint, as long as it is not the one with the whole nature, he has a hard background like a master, and the scales given by the peerless saint of Lao Long , No matter how easy to talk.

But if it's a dead saint, it's different. The dead can't speak, and don't care what kind of backing you have or how much face you have.

The strong Dao rhyme exuding from the bones of the saints will be affected even by the masters of the Profound Enlightenment Realm, and will be directly assimilated by this Dao rhyme, so that the soul will be transformed into the Dao, immersed in the Dao rhyme, and the mind and body will be exhausted. dead.

Lin Meng knew that he would not be assimilated by Dao Yun, because his soul level was far inferior to the masters of the Profound Enlightenment Realm, and he didn’t even have the qualifications to be assimilated, so he would be scattered by the powerful Dao Yun shocked soul on the saint’s corpse, only the body. Legacy.

Lin Meng decided that he didn't want to fall to face the saint's unreserved and unobstructed saint's Taoist rhyme.

And as long as you don't die so fast, you will definitely have a chance to see the sun again!

There is always a way out!

Lin Meng gritted his teeth, this is the only spiritual support in his heart now.

Lin Meng looked around and saw that he was falling rapidly, as if being pulled down by an overwhelming hand. He raised his head and couldn't see the sky or the ground. There was only pitch black. Lin Meng didn't know how many feet he had fallen.

Lin Meng’s only hope now is the Qianshan Mountain behind him. It is the fourth most famous sword in the world. The sword on it is even more mysterious, and it is almost comparable to the realm of the saint, and it is also the best in the sub-sage. The presence.

Lin Meng counted on this sword to resist the erosion of the Yin Qi here, and would not break apart, allowing himself to hang on the wall of the abyss for a chance to follow up.

Lin Meng followed this pulling force and tried his best to lean against the abyss. When his hands could pass through the bone-chilling Yin Qi and touch the hard wall, Lin Meng decisively pulled out the Qianshan behind him and stabbed towards the abyss.

But under this thorn, moving Qianshan and Yuanbi made a sound like a symphony of gold and stone, and didn't even pierce!

Lin Meng's face was gloomy, thinking about the problem. This abyss has been eroded by the purest Yin Qi in the world for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Some ordinary rocks that cannot bear this Yin Qi are broken in the process. .

What is left is the purest stone mother, just like the iron core iron mother with the toughest quality in iron ore that is ten times stronger than ordinary iron stone. This mother stone is also the essence of the stone.

The stone mother has withstood the erosion of this yin qi, and can at the same time absorb the yin qi in it, generate with this yin qi, and use the power of yin qi to increase its own hardness.

And under the scouring of countless years of Yin Qi, these stone mothers have been strengthened to the world's best strength. This material, even if it is taken out of this abyss, the size of a thumb, will be the casting weapon that the people of the rivers and lakes vie for. Treasure.

But at the moment Lin Meng didn't mind thinking about the value of the endlessly strengthened stone mother on this abyss, just thinking that it couldn't fall like this.

Since ordinary stabbing can't work, let's use a killer move!

Lin Meng's heart was crossed, and he was not afraid to disturb the corpse of the saint below, and no one saw it in this great abyss. Without reservation, he used the most powerful method he created thousands of years ago, and the heavenly dragon was destroyed!

I saw a gray-white dragon floating from the sword in Lin Meng's hand, roaring with this sword, and hit the hard wall.

Only hearing a loud bang, the Great Abyss did not vibrate at all, and the sword plunged into the hard wall!

Lin Meng used this trick specifically from top to bottom, in order to form an angle between Qianshan and Yuanbi to support his body from falling.

But when Lin Meng saw it, his brow furrowed. It was indeed a piercing, and it also dragged his body no longer, but the depth was only half a finger.

Thousands of years ago, the move that he ranked first on the list of unique skills was displayed by moving Qianshan and other magical soldiers. Even if the cultivation base is poor, can it only be half the depth?

Lin Meng was a little dissatisfied with the result, and lamented the hardness of the abyss, but he had no time to complain so much.

The greater the pressure on the abyss, the greater the pressure, Lin Meng only felt that his bones and muscles were wailing, as if they were about to break.

This sword was inserted into the abyss wall from top to bottom. Lin Meng knew that he couldn't hold the sword by hand in the abyss. He simply sat on the hilt for the first time, but it still remained Feeling a burst of huge pressure, it seems to be pressing myself into a meatloaf.

Lin Meng gritted his teeth, struggling his whole body to lie on the sword body and hilt of Qianshan, and stretched his legs on the hilt, trying to relieve some of the physical pressure and pain, and put the pressure on. Move Qianshan to bear.

Moving Qianshan is worthy of being the fourth-famous sword in the world. He carried Lin Meng without shame on his mission and withstood the majestic pressure of this great abyss. Lin Meng also took this opportunity to breathe and lay down in a very indecent posture. On the sword, his mind turned sharply, thinking about the way to get out.

This move Qianshan is a mission to fulfill, but Lin Meng can't do it.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Meng hadn't figured out a way, he felt a bit of icy cold from Qianshan Mountain penetrated into his limbs, corpses, and internal organs, as if to freeze his whole body.

Lin Meng suddenly showed a bitter expression and shouted in his heart that I would die too!

The lower the great abyss, the more dignified the Yin Qi on the abyss wall. At this time, this massive amount of Yin Qi was constantly scouring the Qianshan Mountain, which is a dead thing, unmoved.

But a large amount of yin energy spread to Lin Meng along the Qianshan Mountain. With Lin Meng’s cultivation of the Royal Sky Realm, it’s okay to resist the yin qi outside the abyss, but if you want to resist the yin qi in the depths of the abyss, It is incapable.

Lin Meng felt bitter in his heart, and calculated it, even if he tried his entire body as fuel to resist the erosion of the yin in the depths of the abyss, it would only take two more breaths.

After two breaths, although he wouldn't be shaken to death by the corpse of the saint below, he would also be wiped out by the massive amount of Yin Qi, and the soul would freeze his blood and freeze to death here.

There is no choice, only one step.

Lin Meng laughed bitterly, and he pulled out the Dongqian Mountain that had finally been inserted into the abyss, and leaped into the abyss.

He didn't have any means to resist the Yin Qi, but if it were the corpse of a saint, there might be a silver lining.

All Lin Meng's hopes now rest on the golden scales of luck that the old dragon has given him.

Lao Long said that Jinlin would block a killing for himself, Lin Meng believed that the saint Jinkou could not be fake.

If the Yin Qi erodes, Lin Meng is not sure that Qi Luck Jinlin will react, after all, that is not an attack.

But if the Dao Yun from the corpse of the saint suppresses the words, Lin Meng still feels that there is a possibility that the golden scales of luck will react. After all, both belong to the saint, and they may react to the saint.

Lin Meng waited quietly to fall to the bottom of the abyss, and didn't know how long it took to fall before he saw a gray white light gleaming with it.

Coming!

Lin Meng was startled, and his little heart was pounding unconvincingly.

That's the corpse of a saint!Something more dangerous than a living saint!

Sometimes the living is more dangerous than the dead, because the living is unpredictable.But sometimes the dead are more dangerous than the living, because they can’t speak and don’t have a sense of intelligence. They can’t reason with you or talk about your face. If there is danger, there are no chances or means of trickery.