Chapter 110: immortal? monster? One

In the last second, Wen was still comforting the crying girl in Meryl's room. In the next second, she wanders in this gray and boundless world.
Chaos was first opened, and Qiankun began to lay the foundation. The rise of the gas was clear to the sky, and the turbidity of the gas was condensed to the ground.
Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is flooded. This script looks bigger than the previous Western magic architecture. Wen is a bit of a headache, she is not familiar with the history of the Eastern gods.
When she started the world of Xian Xia, she had a very close identity to the man. Wen Ruo has never been floating in the air like this, and there is no body.
What's more, she did not enter the game at all. There wasn't even a single prompt, so she was so surprised that she directly threw her from Meryl's bedroom into the second world. How could such a program feel a strange look... Wen was subconsciously opening the inlay Contact assistant.
Just connected, Wen Ru has not opened yet, the voice of the small assistant dignified.
"As a sister, the situation is a bit wrong. All the performers who passed the first round have fainted without warning. The official has not given any explanation for this unexpected situation. However, according to other assistants Verification, we have reason to believe that you have entered the arena in advance."
At the other end of the contact, he took a deep breath and said dryly. "There is one more thing to tell you. The one of the dark thorns, Iser, also entered the second round. You and Meryl should be careful. ""
"Ai Erer?" Wen Ruo frowned. "Isn't she been eliminated in the first round, how can I continue to participate?"
Esser, who was killed by her own hands, blocked her door for several days after the game. Although she was not afraid, she was too annoyed by her. After the task is completed, it is taken away and it is necessary to go to reality to brush the sense of existence. It’s funny, she has never seen an executor who can’t afford to lose.
It made her secretly packaged and moved into Meryl's room. Although I was not bored, I was not entangled in Arthur, but Meryl, who was still immersed in the previous mission every day, crying without image at any time, is also very violent.
"It is said that because the fifth place in your district has won the executor, he has not been exposed to any male mate from beginning to end. Although she finally survived, the organizing committee comprehensively concluded that she failed to make the corresponding Contributions are negative behaviors and should be disqualified."
So, the sixth place of Esser is so top? Wen Ruo was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "I haven’t gone out in the past few days, has anything unusual happened?" If Esser had long known that he could participate in the next game, he would definitely not run rashly. Go find her theory.
She always felt that this was not that simple.
"Abnormal things?" The little assistant stunned. "No."
He paused and thought about it. "If you want to say something, this is the world of the election. It is different from the past. At the beginning of the schedule, we have not received the notice of time limit. It seems that the organization is not in a hurry. Dark The owner of the thorn also had afternoon tea with the chairman of the organizing committee and did not receive any relevant information."
Wen Ru is very interested in the forehead, but forgot that she is still a phantom, she reluctantly let go: "Forget it, pass the information to me, I will solve it myself."
"Oh, that, no information..."
"What?" Wen was a glimpse, but turned a blind eye. "There is no information for me to find someone?!"
The little assistant quickly added: "The boss can get it in the day, and I will send it directly to your inlay."
Wen Ruru has been unable to vomit at this moment, so the regular game can still play like this... But soon, she will understand how the organizers dare to be so lazy.
Just cut off the call, the temperature was dragged down by a huge gravitation, falling straight into the ground. At the same time, the performers distributed in various places in this time and space have encountered the same situation.
A white light falls like a star, and goes to their respective destiny.
......
The mountain is lying on its back, and the snowy peaks of Qimei are straight up to the sky.
The thick clouds linger around the waist of the mountain, and the snow on the peak changes with the angle of the sun, which looks like Jade Pile Joan.
At the top of the Wanxu Glacier, there is a large palm stone lying on it.
The stone looks like an oval cobblestone, and it's just plain.
No one knows how it will be on this snow-capped peak, and no one can explain why there is no snow cover within a few meters of it.
Wen did not know. She thought, perhaps the organizing committee did not want her to be buried in the snow, suffocating and dying.
Yes, she is the stone. The speed was too fast that day, and Wen was unconscious when he didn't support it. When he woke up, he found himself a stone.
As the temperature is sober, the snow that surrounds the circle has signs of erosion of the surrounding pure land.
In the first year, Wen Ruo thought, the stone is a stone. This world is a good plot to cultivate the fairyland. As long as she cultivates the human body, she can transform into a mountain.
Therefore, she worked hard to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.
But does the stone have meridians? This question is too esoteric...
In the third year, Wen Ru is still a cobblestone that is not gray. The light of the snow-capped mountains is not enough, and the sun can't feel any warmth even if it is sprinkled on the body. The energy she absorbed so hard was only enough to melt the snow around her.
In the seventh year, Wen Ru was lying on the bottom of the pot that had been melted into a big pit, looking up at the blue sky sadly.
God, come to the individual to save her to birth, she will not dislike the other is beautiful is ugly...
In the tenth year, Wen Ruru finally cultivated a sounding device.
She began to talk to herself. I haven't been chatting with her for too long, and Wen is almost forgotten that she still has the magical function of speaking. Wen Ruo swears that the company's employees must be out of duty, otherwise, she called the assistant several times, why no one answered?
In the thirty-sixth year, Wen Ru is yelling at the clouds and clouds, but unfortunately the sound is like a mosquito. It’s not a limited voice, she doesn’t dare to say loudly, the avalanche is terrible...
If it wasn't for her, it would be a stone, and Wen would definitely strengthen her momentum with her hands on her hips! Say good information? What about the information? ! Is the script not perfect, or is it intentionally pitted? !
In the 58th year, Wen Ru is no longer waiting for the assistant to return to the Earth from the aliens and send the information smoothly. She devoted all her heart to the cultivation of day and night.
When her body was covered with a layer of lustrous luster, Wen Ruo almost cried.
She is finally no longer a ugly stone! Although it is still gray, but at least it does not look like pebbles, more like a rain stone. The lady of the new era can definitely make a miracle for the obsession of beauty!
Wen is narcissistic and admires his body in the sunshine. One day, she will become more and more beautiful. Her ultimate goal is to build a jade! And it must be the kind of of ice and snow for the muscles and the beauty of the jade!
As for how a stone can change the material into another substance? Wen Ruo did not want to consider that point at all. Her career has been sad enough, no need to add another block...
When Wen is ready to take a day off, celebrate the moment of his own new look. The blue sky is suddenly discolored, and the wind is hovering with the dark clouds. The snow on the glacier is smashing.
There are two faint human figures in the dark clouds, and the sound of the golden stone is endless.
The two men fought fiercely, and the wind smashed the snow and rolled them into the air. The cold radiance passed through the snow curtain and changed into multiple colors.
One of them was flying like a silky hair, and the laughter was hearty: "If you can't beat me, it's better to surrender early."
"You dream!" Another black robe was irritated, and his hands turned out a pair of Qiankun rounds out of thin air, and they became one and hurled to him!
The man swung back and ducked back, and the water-colored cloak stroking the wheel of the gods, and the murderer suddenly turned his direction and slammed into the wall!
The sound was amazing, and the mountain peaks under the temperature were shocked. The snow on the top of the mountain was like a knife cut and began to fall slowly.
The gods fight, and the mortal suffers. Fortunately, the position she is in is not a problem. Wen Ruo’s heart is tight, lest they expand the battlefield here.
She is just a little demon who has not yet made a human figure. If it is miserable and buried in the snow, Wen is really uncertain, can he still have a chance to see the sky again.
It is a pity that the more you are afraid of anything, the more you come.
Just listen to the man screaming: "Happy! Look at my empty hand to pick you up!" He turned one hand, the long sword in the palm disappeared. The palms suddenly fluttered like red, and the flames ignited from the air to the opposite side. The black robe was too late to take back the weapon and quickly raised his arm.
After a bang, the black robe was beaten into the mountain. If Wen hasn’t had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he will see the silver-haired person who has turned away from the other side’s strength and falls to the front. His clothes are rising, and he will be warm as he kicks!
The shining stone, in the blue sky, draws a beautiful arc, and the snowy mountain only leaves her an angry last words.
"After the Qing! I am going to kill you -"
The man who was called to the name looked back in confusion. There are only half of the mountain peaks in the empty snow-capped mountains. Under the horizon, only the rumbling snow is so vast that it runs all the way to the bottom of the mountain.
He did not hear the sound for a long time, no longer care, scorned the sleeves of his robes and flew to the humanoid cave in the snow peak.
On the side of the mountain, Wen was wrapped in the snow tide, tumbling and dizzy, unable to distinguish between the northeast and the south.
She was full of tears, the only thing that was fortunate was that Wen was a kick in the game, and all the information poured into her mind.
She finally has no need to mix her days. The original information is not without input, just need the relevant plot ‘people to unlock – this world!
I really hope that other performers will also be thrown into the place where the birds are not swearing to fend for themselves...
Ok, actually, Wen knows that people like her are so unlucky.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to the grenade support of the ink flute children's shoes, what?~╭(╯3╰)╮
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