Chapter 146: Death of Li Dingxun

It can't be said that this ghost has a human form, it is too reluctant, at most it is a human form.
　　 This is more like a bunch of polymers of arms, and it is a rough aggregation. The odd-shaped arms grasp each other, and some can crawl freely, as if they have self-thinking.
　　 There are a bunch of arms with opposite palms on its abdomen, and the sharp nails scratched and bumped, and it even made a human voice.
　　 "Nice offering!"
　　 This sound sounds like the noise of countless beetle mouthparts rubbing, but it does have a low-frequency tone that can be heard clearly.
　　 Li Dingxun’s left eardrum ruptured, so he could only hear one side.
　　 "The Great God of Xiangshu will be satisfied, and all living beings have various aspects. Such fearlessness is rare in a thousand years."
　　 Black mud poured out from the "claw mouth" of Hundred Arm Ghost's chest and abdomen, and the strong stench spread out.
　　 Li Dingxun wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that his throat had been torn.
　　 "Come on, be one with us!"
　　 Hundred-armed ghost suddenly jumped out of the blood pool, like a starfish covering Li Dingxun's body, opened its claws, swallowing Li Dingxun completely, then jumped back into the blood pool, and disappeared in the bubbles.
　　……
　　Death is my friend, and now he invites me to be the master of nothingness.
　　 Li Dingxun stood in the dark room.
　　 "Regret it?" someone asked him.
　　 Li Dingxun did not answer.
　　 "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. It's so bold. Thinking that the King said you are the number one in the world and you are really invincible?"
　　 "Take the blame!"
　　 Li Dingxun felt the existence of the body.
　　 can't feel it.
　　 And the whispers in the dark are still chattering.
　　 "What about your parents? My son died when he went out?"
　　 "They can rest assured you. And you told your mother in the Pure Land the night before that everything is fine with you."
　　 "How sad would they be if they knew?"
　　 "Your life is not yours!"
　　 Li Dingxun frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"give up……"
　　 Li Dingxun sneered, and continued to remain silent, see, can you say it or I can bear it.
　　……
　　 If it takes a quarter of a second to say a word, then Li Dingxun listened to 164,821 years, seven months, twenty days, eight hours and three quarters.
　　 "You..." The whisper was already trembling, "Will you be annoying?"
　　 "Go on, I'm listening."
　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
　　 There was wind blowing in the darkness, sandwiching the sand, hitting Li Dingxun's gentle illusory existence, slowly settled.
　　 If eight pieces of sand fall to the ground in one second, it will be another 329,565 years, becoming a sea of ​​sand and burying Li Dingxun.
　　 And the sand sea is very delicate, very warm, warm, with the smell of sunlight, like the fine white foam of the sea.
　　 The gravel turned into water droplets, and Li Dingxun plunged into the sea.
　　 There is light rising from the sea.
　　 Li Dingxun can't move, he has no body, his existence is just a shadow puppet of will.
　　 So he felt the light, the light refracted by the sea disappeared, and the grid-like bright waves moved on Li Dingxun's soul membrane, hot and hot.
　　Clean water was occupied by small blue plants and poured into Li Dingxun's body.
　　Complex, sensation beyond the cognition of the human brain strikes my heart.
　　All life, subtle existence, they are all one, they are linked by a common will.
　　 The sea was emptied by blue plants, and now he is buried in a tight plant network.
　　 a flame was lit, and when everything turned into dust, Li Dingxun was reborn from the ashes.
　　……
　　 The blood pool dried up, one arm stretched out, grabbed the edge, and stood up.
"who am I?"
　　 "Am I Li Dingxun?"
"Do not……"
　　 The man stood, waved his palm unconsciously, the violent air current raged, the cave trembled and struggled under such pure violence, and countless statues were broken, including Yasha.
　　The great clumsy hands of the first order of God have turned into instincts, with gestures, like the incarnation of natural disasters.
　　 The cave collapsed, and the man fell into the underground undercurrent, disappearing all the way.
　　The holy city, under his remaining prestige, collapsed stubbornly, wailing the behemoth dying.
　　……
　　 East China Sea.
The Taoist priest stood on the bow looking at the sea and the sky. The slight arc, shining light, distinguished the cloudy sky from the gray sea. It was the edge of the world. In my imagination, there should be a waterfall where the sea and time and space fall together. Into nothingness.
　　 This deep and terrifying thought is sincerely terrifying, and people can't help but look at the sea horizon obsessively, where there seems to be a summoning power.
　　 The Taoist priest fell into thought.
　　 "It's dinner!"
　　 Taoist priests withdrew from contemplation.
　　 "Here comes!"
　　 The little sister of the fisherman brought a pot of stewed fish and put it on the small square table. There were four dishes and one soup in total.
　　 The old man sat on the side near the cabin, the little girl sat on his left hand, the Taoist priest sat on the opposite side, and a black swordsman sat on the right hand side.
　　 The boat is not big, and the waves are a little bumpy, but the old man and the younger sister grew up on the boat, and all their actions are no different from those on the ground. As for the Taoist priests and swordsmen, they are armed with martial arts and naturally fight steadily.
　　 Taoist priest sang, "I wish my sister Fuxixi young and beautiful forever."
　　 "Ha, bad Taoists know to use good words to provoke people, and if you have a chance, they will definitely stew you!"
　　The old man is holding the wine jar and pouring the swordsman, "Please."
　　 Tasting the aroma of the wine, and then drank it all. Is the drunkard's hearty and dripping can be experienced by the laity?
　　 After eating a few chopsticks at the dinner table, everyone's conversation slowly rose, and the Taoist priest and the swordsman began to chat.
　　 "Zimo, can we really find your grandfather's relics?"
　　 The swordsman whispered softly, "Even if it can't, it's good to go to sea to gain knowledge."
　　 The little girl pretended not to care, but her ears stood up.
　　 Taoist priests are complaining~EbookFREE.me~ Master should be talking about me again. What did you say in the Pure Land last night, ‘We are land priests, we can’t adapt to the sea’, haha, the old man is cultivating the ground for dementia..."
　　 The little sister is very hard to laugh, but the old man laughs out loud, without any scruples.
　　 The swordsman has been immune to such a lack of explosive jokes, and even owes it perfunctory.
　　 "Oh, Mo Mo, tell me about your grandfather again. At the beginning, he witnessed the palm of the Buddha."
　　 "There are a lot of witnesses to that scene, and my grandfather is not the swordsman Mo Yun in white, there is nothing to say."
　　 "That's great too!"
　　 Bai Zimo took a sip of wine, put down the pottery bowl, and picked up chopsticks for food.
　　The Taoist priest curled his lips, then looked at the little girl with a smile, "Fuck, do you want to know my dream?"
　　 "You want to say, the mouth is on you, I can't stop it."
　　 The Taoist priest smiled, and said to himself: "My dream is to be like my master, to be safe and normal for the rest of my life."
　　 "Cut, don't believe me."
　　 "Why?"
　　 The little girl looked at the vigorous Taoist priest, thinking: Because you are an eagle flying over the sea, your destiny is to look at the vast sky.
　　 "Don't tell, it's instinct."
　　 Hee, hee, hop sounded from the sea and then annihilated in the wind, there was a cloud backlog in the distance, and a storm was coming.
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