Chapter 640: Star hanging flat wild

When the whole world thinks that Chen Changsheng's life is good, only he knows that his life will be soon.
When the whole world, even himself, thought he was going to die, he survived.
He is not dead.
He lay in the rain at the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, his face was pale and very weak, but he was not dead.
The whole world is quiet and silent.
The torrential rain raged in the night, and when the lightning kept illuminating Tianshuling horror, Tianhai Shenghou slapped him against Chen Changsheng's head, not to kill him, but to save him.
At this time, the rain had become extremely subtle, and Runwu was silent.
The people in Kyoto were still asleep and did not wake up.
Ji Daoren stood on the rain street and looked at the direction of Tian Shuling, wondering who was the real awake person?
He did not expect that this event will usher in such a change.
Starting six hundred years ago, starting two hundred years ago, and starting twenty years ago, he was ready tonight, vigilant tonight, and planning tonight.
He set up countless backers for tonight and made the most perfect preparations, whether Tianhai Shenghou killed Chen Changsheng or eaten Chen Changsheng, it was all in his game.
The real killing of his bureau is still in the rain forest of Tianshuling, and no one has found it.
Tianhai Shenghou is the current owner of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She said that Tianshuling is her own home without any problems.
But he is the orthodox heir of the state religion, and Tianshuling is also his home court.
He was ready, when she killed Chen Changsheng, she uncovered the truth of this whole thing, shakes her soul and will, and then uses the infinite holy light released by Chen Changsheng to death, to inspire the sense of heaven and sacrifice, sacrifice Starry sky, please punish him, and directly blame her on the spot.
But... Tianhai did not kill Chen Changsheng, nor did he eat Chen Changsheng.
So even if he uncovered the truth of the whole thing at this time, there was no way to break a crack in her heart.
Chen Changsheng is still alive, and he naturally has no way to use those holy lights contained in his body. Please punish him.
There are many things that Taoist people did not want to understand. For example, why did she save Chen Changsheng?
After all, is it still poisonous? No one believes that Tianhai Shenghou will care about this, at least he won't.
Are you really not afraid of Heaven's backlash?
He looked into the distance calmly and understood something-the choice had been made and the influence was only beginning to show.
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Chen Changsheng knows the changes in his body best and knows what happened.
At that time, the violent wind and rain washed his body, and the lightning-like lightning illuminated the dark world. The Queen of Heaven and Sea did not turn around. His right hand came with countless wind and rain and the power of the mountains, and fell directly on top of his head. The world's great power and that incomparable vicissitude of breath poured into his body.
For a moment, it was really just a moment, and even if it was too late to think, everything in his body shattered. Whether it is the intestines that have appeared numerous cracks in advance, or the meridians that have already been riddled with holes and broken into cliffs, or those Qiqiao, they are directly broken and melted into the bone blood.
All things happened in a very short period of time, but for Chen Changsheng, it seemed like a long period of time that he had not thought for a hundred years. He felt too much pain. There are countless forms of pain. Countless flavors, mixed together, turned into countless knives, cut through the depths of his soul through countless angles and techniques.
This is not the end, but the beginning.
For a moment, it was really just a moment, even when despair was too late, everything in his body began to reorganize, whether it was the viscera that split into petals or the meridians that were broken into sand or the meridian that was already unbearable and shapeless Under the combined effect of that magnificent force and the vicissitudes of breath, it began to condense and then take shape.
In the moment between the two moments before and after, his whole person was only intact in appearance, and inside had become a sea of ​​blood.
There are white lotus growing in the blood sea, that is bone, then coral growing, that is flesh, then branching, that is meridian, and then there are leaves, which is Qiqi.
The crushed viscera, meridians, and qi gradually gradually regroup and return to his body.
If someone can see these pictures, they will be shocked and lost their voices because of the magic.
For Chen Changsheng who bears all this, it is a process of extreme pain.
Describe the extreme pain, often used pain to enter the bone marrow, but his bone marrow was broken, and then re-condensed into a stream.
There is another word called pain into the heart, but his heart is also broken, and then gradually resurfaces in the blood.
This is destruction and rebirth, or rebirth, this is changing the world, this is changing the sun and the moon, but in a person's body.
Not to mention him, even if the sleeves are folded, this kind of pain can never be sustained.
The wind and rain in Kyoto echoed his painful cry, that is, he was fighting this kind of pain.
At that time, his mind was already painful and numb until it was about to fall apart. If it is true, even if he wakes up, he will become an idiot.
The more likely ending is that his sea of ​​knowledge is directly broken, and in the process, he died silently.
Obviously, Tianhai Shenghou didn't care whether he could bear this, she was just doing what she wanted to do.
She looked indifferent, looked at the rainy night coldly, stroked the top of his head with her right hand, and continued to give the most kind gift and the cruelest torture.
Fortunately, maybe it was because of the sharpening of the sword and the ocean, or because of the example of folding sleeves, or because of the night in many days, in the autumn forest of Baicao Garden, Tianhai Shenghou once ordered a drop of tea in his brow, Or because Chen Changsheng's soul has always been so unwilling in the deepest part of it, so he supported it.
After long and seemingly countless nights, he woke up.
That magnificent power and long-lasting vicissitudes, and some remnants continued in his body, the process was over, the pain continued, countless extremely cold and real knives, walking indifferently in his body, continued Scratch his bones and flesh, God and mind.
He was so painful, it was sour.
He felt that from hair to toes, everywhere in the body, countless ants were biting themselves greedily.
He didn't have any energy, he couldn't even open his eyes.
His consciousness moved slightly and began to observe the changes in his body.
It was a picture that was familiar and had undergone great changes.
The lake in the sky was still clear, Lingshan was lonely and speechless, the gate of the Youfu door was already wide open, and there were several yellow leaves on the stone steps in front of the door. It seemed that no one had come for a long time.
The wilderness is covered with a thin layer of snow, which is very loose, as if it can be taken away as long as the wind blows, it should be the star that has just fallen at this moment.
In the original place of the snow field, there is gradually melting snow water, which is slowly flowing between the wilderness. Those thin snow waters converge into a stream, then a river, and continue to move forward.
In front... there are no broken cliffs, no dry riverbed, and no endless abyss, just... a flat field!
(There is another chapter at night.)
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