Chapter 518: Boundless

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Bone
Qin Ming woke up with a sharp tingling. Every inch of the flesh, blood vessels, and bones was painful, like silver needles, and interspersed back and forth, letting the body follow. Convulsions. Before Qin Ming was fully awake, he felt a deep sense of weakness and a sense of vertigo that turned round and round.
Very uncomfortable.
Qin Ming lifted his heavy eyelids and looked at the front indifferently.
A sea of ​​white bones, all kinds of bones are endless like sand and gravel, human skeletons with short arms and legs, monsters with a length of more than ten meters, broken but huge skulls, and even fifty or sixty Meter-length ribs, snow-white bones like the snow-covered horizon.
Qin Ming stared for a long time before his eyes returned to focus.
This is where?
I am still alive?
Qin Ming wanted to stand up, but his whole body was weak, as if he had been drained of strength, and his limbs didn't listen. Qin Ming was lying on the bone pile, trying to run the martial arts. As a result, his spirit was depleted and blood flow was slow. Then he looked at his arm, dried up, and wrinkled.
Qin Ming agitated slightly, completely awake.
Bone?
Long live the mountain?
I am still alive?
Qin Ming was frightened, and for a long time he could not accept the reality. This is not a dream, it is true! He tremblely lifted his dry right hand, and took out all the water of life in the space finger, leaving only four bottles, dozen drops per bottle. Qin Ming fell in his mouth, and lay there trying to refine and absorb.
The water of life once again exerted a magical effect. The entrance was scattered, the whole body was filled with blood, and the blood vessels and flesh penetrated.
Qin Ming's body is like a long drought and a ganlin. The dense water of life warms his dried up life force, gradually gradually alleviates Qin Ming's aging and brings new vitality. The flesh and blood of life began to fill, and the flow rate of blood vessels began to recover. The golden heart, which was almost silent, also re-started, releasing the power of life.
I don't know how long this recovery took. Four bottles of water went down, Qin Ming had recovered some strength, the skin recovered its luster, and the bones returned to tenacity.
However, Qin Ming discovered a frightening fact, I was rejuvenated, but what about my life?
Shouyuan means age!
No matter how rejuvenated and strengthened, there is a limit to the age of a person. Even if Qin Ming has an eternal inheritance, what he has now is only fur, which can extend a few years older than normal people. what.
And the age is directly linked to the speed of cultivation. As the age passes, the body wears down, and the speed of cultivation will be greatly reduced.
Qin Ming carefully checked and checked, almost fainted.
Fifty years!
Qin Ming lost at least fifty years of his life!
In other words, Qin Ming is now at the age of 68?
Although it survived, thankfully, but suddenly became 68 years old, Qin Ming still had trouble accepting it.
Fifty years in a flash? Qin Ming truly learned the horror of Wansui Mountain and understood what it means to be ruthless.
"Sixty-eight is sixty-eight, anyway, alive!"
"It's better to live than die."
"I have an eternal heritage and work hard to study, maybe I can recover."
Qin Ming comforted himself, no matter how difficult it was to accept, it was already a fact. But looking at the white ancient sea, there was another burst of loss.
"Extreme death, will live!"
A voice suddenly sounded in my ear, and Qin Minghan Mao was shocked. He picked up the sword and turned up. What the hell?
"Wow."
As Qin Ming's life turned, a white jade chain fluttered in front of him, and a flying little turtle hung on the chain.
"Little ancestor?" Qin Ming's fright was suppressed by surprise, an excitement didn't stand still, he fell on his back, crushing a bone in the ground.
The little turtle landed on Qin Ming's shoulders, shaking the shell of the turtle, and said nothing to say hello to Qin Ming, looking at the bones with a grim expression.
"You're awake!" Qin Ming was excited, but after all, he was awake, great!
The little turtle was silent for a long time, and quietly said, "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"
"Do you know Long Live Mountain?" Qin Ming's eyes brightened, this little ancestor should know more about Long Live Mountain.
"No."
"Ah? Then ... do you know how to leave?"
"No."
"Do you know the time in space?"
"No."
"That is……"
"I was thinking ... would you shoot yourself with a paw?"
"..."
The turtle moved his body and looked at Qin Ming seriously: "Look into my eyes."
"how?"
"I treat you well?"
"Okay."
"Why hurt me?"
"what?"
"Do you have a rain on your head? Where is this? This is Long Live Mountain, a mountain guarding time and space! Do you know what this means? This is one of the Three Thousand Avenues, this is the true evolution of heaven You do it yourself, I won't stop it, why don't you hold me up! "Little Turtle woke up not long ago, and this sleep was very comfortable and refreshing. However, looking at the scene in front of me, feeling the extraordinary passage of time and space, it was choked, choked, and almost cried. what happened? Lao Tzu slept for a while. He didn't do anything harmful to the sky. Before he went to bed, he was still in the phantom world. What happened to Lao Tzu?
Qin Ming drew his cheek, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Unexpected! What a surprise!"
The little turtle Yangtian sighed and looked sad: "The ancients said well, when God closes a door for you, a dog will be released. Lao Tzu has been locked for 10,000 years, it is bad luck, but he met again It's your lunatic who's uncomfortable and uncomfortable. "
"We have a chance when we are alive, we can always leave here." Qin Ming didn't know how to pick it up.
The little turtle looked at the boundless bones: "Go ahead."
"What started?"
"Suicide, die early and support yourself, turn into a tree in your next life, find a place to take root, don't toss. I have educated you before, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you give up, you will be comfortable."
Qin Ming stared at it for a long time, and uttered a sentence: "Would you like to sleep again?"
"Where is my white tiger?"
"its mine."
"Don't change the subject, what about my white tiger. In a word, you have it."
"It should have been taken into Long Live Mountains. I am alive, and it should be okay." Qin Mingqiang struck up and looked up into the distance.
The vast sea of ​​bones is endless, and the undulating bone mountains are endless. There are many snowflakes floating in the sky, and the mist is hazy, but then I think that there are no snowflakes, but flying ashes!
The more Qin Ming looked, the more fortunate he became. Suddenly I felt that I had lost fifty years of life and exchanged a life, maybe it was not a loss. Why did I survive? Is it because of the golden blood, or ...
Qin Ming suddenly remembered the words of the ghost buried in the sea. If he couldn't escape the Long Live Mountain, try not to resist. Is there a mystery in this statement? Can you live without resistance? The more you resist, the harder the trial?
If this is the case, the thousands of people drifting in the magical sea at the time certainly did not resist, and they still did not resist at all. Are they still alive?
Qin Ming prayed that the ghost of the sea was buried. If thousands of people were alive, Ma Dameng and Bai Hu would also be alive.