Chapter 869: Forget the heart

Yang Ling bite his teeth and jumped, while a flying sword hovered out and was stepped on his feet.

As the body continues to fall, the sound of the whistling wind passes by the ear, the black light and shadow continue to lengthen, and Yang Ling falls like a meteor to the deep pit of the endless abyss.

The surrounding area is getting darker and darker, and the kind of atmosphere that makes him feel more and more intense. He doesn't know how long it has been going down until the gods are exhausted, and the soul can no longer suppress it.

Almost nothing can be seen in front, it is completely dark, like a void, there is no trace of light.

Yang Ling quietly hangs in the air. Only the faint brilliance of the flying swords, such as fireflies, is slightly flickering. He hesitates and continues to deepen. He feels that his soul will definitely be squeezed out of his body. Once that happens, he does not know. What happens?

The old man once said that to reach the spiritual environment, the soul can leave the body for a short time, but there is no trace of self-protection. If there is no protection of the aura for a few minutes, it will disappear, and the soul will be suspended without any suspense. .

No matter how good the reward is, it is not worth the effort to fight. Just like the last time he got the statue, he no longer dared to believe in system protection.

After staying for more than ten minutes, until the last ten minutes of the countdown on the light curtain in front of him, Yang Ling sighed for a few minutes, sighing and controlling the flying sword slowly.

I haven’t had a wife yet, although all three women have been sleeping for several years, but after all, they are not married. As the saying goes, there is no filial piety and no big aftertaste. I am the only seedling in the family. If I am so unclear, I will die. My mother's pain can be imagined.

"咚~~"

Just as Yang Ling slowly floated up less than a hundred meters, a sound that was heard from the endless darkness, he thought he had got it wrong, stopped and concentrated on listening for a while, and then came again. An almost inaudible sound, although the sound is extremely weak, but the gods are swaying.

"咚~~"

After more than ten seconds of planting, another sound came, and it was quiet, and this time I heard it more clearly.

This time he was convinced that he was not an illusion.

Yang Ling has an impulse to vomit blood. Standing on the flying sword, I can't wait to light my hair. I obviously have to give up, why should I seduce me like this?

The countdown on the light curtain has passed three minutes, and the numbers are still beating, and when he hesitates, he blinks in a minute.

Going back or returning?

This is a dilemma.

Compared with the previous impulse of not being hesitant to get rewards, Yang Ling feels that he is going to collapse. If something comes to force himself down at this time, maybe he will have no choice but to choose nothing, but now is a step in heaven. At the crossroads of hell, and the initiative is still in his own hands, this feeling is entangled to the point of no more.

Time flies again in the past two minutes, leaving less than four minutes.

Looking at the last few minutes, Yang Ling finally made a choice... He turned and flew up. He decided not to reward this time. Anyway, there is no punishment for the system. This super strange place is really not worth it. Take a small life to take risks.

Although the rewards are good, the life is more important.

By now, he is getting more and more reluctant.

But just as he turned around, a clearer voice came from underneath, and then a breath that made him extremely fearful screamed like a shadow, and the tide of darkness drowned him.

"Boom~"

Yang Ling felt a violent shock in his mind, and then the soul of the soul was like a boat in the madness of the madness. In the slap, countless tentacles stretched out from the dark tide to entangle his soul and pull it down desperately.

"咕咚~~"

Yang Ling feels that he has planted himself into the cold water, can not see and hear, and can not feel his body, can only feel cold, it is a cold that makes the spirits tremble, like falling into the ice The hole was pulled down by a huge force and sinking into the endless dark abyss.

He wants to call, but he can't call it out. He struggles hard, but he can't resist the huge pulling force, and the more he struggles, the tighter the tentacles are.

In the rapid sinking, Yang Ling feels that he is slowly dissipating, and his thinking is becoming more and more blurred.

Paralyzed, this time it’s hard to choose a chance to escape, but still not escaping.

Yang Ling feels that he is very unsuccessful, and he is helpless. His consciousness is getting more and more blurred. Just like he is completely frozen, he has no strength.

"Remember... don't forget your heart..."

It was like a sigh, and it was gently transmitted from a very remote place.

At this time, Yang Ling almost could not feel his existence. It seems that the last time he was in the ambiguity of death, he heard the voice of the Ling woman.

"What is my initial heart?"

He tried to know the last question of his last gathering.

"This dead baby, how can I eat anything? Even a bitter gourd can make a few mouthfuls. If you grow up, don't you want to knock down the stars in the sky!"

In a small farmhouse, a young woman holds a child in her arms, her eyebrows are familiar, and her eyes are gently poked with her fingers. The child in her arms, but half a year old, just had two white incisors, holding a green bitter gourd in her hand and stuffing her mouth into the mouth.

"Oh ~" stretched over a face, it was a young man with a smirk on his face, and it was similar to Yang Ling. The man teased the child and said with a smile: "Hurry up, I go to town to sell a few The fruit tree was planted in the yard~EbookFREE.me~ grown up and waited for him to eat enough!"

"Is this me?"

In the midst of confusion, Yang Ling looked at the little guy who was holding the bitter melon, and looked at the green juice coming out of his mouth. He was very puzzled and rubbed his mouth, then frowned, bitter melon. Can you eat? Maybe... it’s not bad to taste it!

Yang Ling opened his mouth and couldn't help but take a bite.

What's so good!

A bitter taste rushed into the mouth, and then there was a violent shock around him. The time was shaking, the black tide that drowned him began to churn, and the tentacles wrapped around his spirit began to swing wildly.

Too stupid, Laozi actually eats bitter melon!

Yang Ling wants to spit out the things that are eaten in his mouth, but this taste is like sticking to his god. It seems that there is a way to not stop him without dying, and this kind of suffering is simply more than poison. It was terrible, and it made him feel uncomfortable, so Yang Ling struggled desperately in the black tide. (To be continued.)