I don't know when it will start.

Xiao Ran felt that his soul had left his body, his spirit was empty and helpless, as if he was drifting in the bright universe of stars.

All around are nebula and dust, like a dream, silent and beautiful.

Front.

A huge spiral dust kept rotating inward, gathering, heating, and shining... as if witnessing the birth of a star with one's own eyes.

At the center of the dust storm, the snail core sprayed hot flames up and down at the same time.

The flames dissipate, fall, flow into a cyclone, and then rush out and fall.

It feels like repeated accumulation, ejaculation, sage, accumulation, ejaculation...

This is Xiao Ran’s dantian Qihai.

His consciousness is immersed in the sea of ​​qi, enjoying the pleasure of creation and venting, and cannot extricate himself.

And outside the body.

He could feel that he was being held in his arms by his master's not very gentleness, his vast heart and gentle and smooth skin, and his strange tremors and aftershocks from his master's body.

Is this the real universe?

It seems that even if you abandon your heavy sense of responsibility to the next generation, it will still be awesome to be humiliated!

In fact, before traveling through time, Xiao Ran preferred girls with a look like Chu Yan and had no special hobbies for big breasts.

Now I realize that it is true that I like to be humiliated.

Lying on your big, soft chest, sleeping like the waves brought by the breeze of a warm harbor, the drifting boat was sleeping soundly with the night wind.

This is the harbor that comforts the body and soul.

At this moment, his body was buried in the arms of his master, and his soul wandered in the sea of ​​qi like a vast star cloud, and he was happy and did not want to wake up at all.

He completely ignored his blood, and kept exploding blood and reborn again...

Until the master suddenly stuffed a mysterious orb into his mouth.

The sphere has no touch or temperature, and when it enters the mouth, it automatically opens up a strange inward space.

This feeling is completely different from Longbone Soup or Juling Pill. As soon as this black sphere entered his mouth, it turned into a black hole like a black hole, sucking the blood and capillaries in his mouth into it.

His face was flushed and blood was everywhere, and it turned pale and sunken in an instant.

Nether core!

It was too late when Xiao Ran realized that the black sphere was actually a Nether core.

The Nether Nucleus absorbs blood and spiritual power to form a small space black hole, which directly penetrates the internal organs, reaches the dantian, and penetrates deep into the sea of ​​qi.

The momentary power of sucking and sucking was transmitted from the heart to every capillary, and the cells in the body stopped metabolism and thinking, as if they were listening carefully to the siphon at this moment, unable to extricate themselves and unable to escape falling to the bottomless abyss.

Finished!

Traveling to the world of cultivation in the Dharma-Ending Age, working hard to learn sword to kill the Ming, but end up becoming a Netherworld?

I'm going to be a villain...

Fortunately, eating the dark may not necessarily turn into the darkness, just as eating a bullwhip will not make you cows.

Xiao Ran's ideal ending is to turn into a ghost beast like the one-winged bird, and finally suppress the ghost beast. He swallowed the nuclear poison and turned into... the ghost man!

However, Xiao Ran felt relieved when he thought that the single-winged bird could control the Netherworld Poison and was immune to the Netherworld Attack.

What's more, among the time travelers, there are many people who practice both immortals and demons.

The only thing he had to do was to suppress the Nether Poison and completely control the Nether Power.

If even the Netherworld cannot control it, how can we save the end of the world?

If you can't even control the Netherworld, how can you control the Master?

Thinking of this, he suddenly became curious.

The violent dragon vein cyclone encounters the power of the underworld core of the same level.

Which one is stronger, the Dragon's Spray, or the Netherworld's Sucking?

The view of the Dharma-Ending Age has always been that dragons can suppress the power of the Netherworld. Dragons do not lose to Netherworld, but to the increasingly thinning concentration of spiritual energy.

One is the residue of the dragon vein tens of thousands of years ago.

One is the skull that just died.

In just a moment!

The cyclone was swallowed by the Netherworld Nucleus, just like the newborn sun was swallowed by a black hole, and died in the mother's fetus.

Heart, stop.

Breathe, rest.

Spiritual vein, stop.

In addition to thinking and still observing quietly, Xiao Ran is already dead.

I thought it was evenly matched, but Ming Li won without any suspense!

I think so.

The Big Dark Core is no joke.

What's more, the Nether core is almost the entire power of the Great Nether, but the dragon bone is just a piece of bone of the dragon.

now.

Xiao Ran is in a half-dead state.

His whole body was black and covered with a layer of frost, freezing blood and dark skin, no different from the dead.

What should we say to use poison to fight poison, and the vast sea of ​​qi will not invade all poisons?

Just now, my whole body was bleeding, and my body was only hard.

Now, my whole body is hard and cold.

Dead horses are treated as living horses... Sure enough, they were killed by the doctor.

Ling Zhouyue doesn’t understand medical skills, and she kills people in one sword every time. She has never seen such a formation.

After thinking for a while, Ling Zhouyue turned into a sigh.

No matter what, let's bury it first.

She waved her hand and dug a hole under the peach blossom tree, took out her natal sword for Xiao Ran to accompany her to bury.

Then he threw Xiao Ran's head and feet into the pit and prepared to bury the soil.

"Don't"

Xiao Ran's hard lips were twitching, and a mouthful of black blood was spitting into the pit.

Still alive?

No, it must be the illusion that I am too blaming and sad.

Ling Zhouyue continued to bury the soil, and in a blink of an eye, Xiao Ran was buried tightly.

He even stepped on a few steps to stomp the soil.

Chuyan felt something was wrong, so she rushed out of her disciple's room to take a look.

"Where is Xiao Ran?"

Ling Zhouyue said calmly:

"Dead."

Chu Yan was a little nervous at first, but soon found that Xiao Ran was not dead on the ground, so he carefully cut the bamboo, made a tombstone for Xiao Ran, and carved a blood letter with his hand. He wrote on the tombstone according to Ling Zhouyue's tone.

The tomb of the beloved disciple Xiao Ran.

It was not until Xiao Ran was shaken and started the earth to roar, which made the peach leaves fly violently, and the water in the pond stirred up huge waves. The two looked at each other and dug out Xiao Ran.

The pair of dark and cold pig hands stained with the soil grabbed Master's naked shoulders, showing a distinct color contrast between black and white.

I felt astonished as being in Guangzhou.

Xiao Ran's lips moved and said tremblingly:

"I think I can still save it."

at the same time.

Xiao Ranqihai.

The golden dragon veins eject golden particles from the inside of the black hole, falling down, and blending into the surface of the black hole, like brushed milk bubbles on the surface of the cappuccino coffee.

The nebula scattered in the vast sea of ​​air are also swallowed up and gathered by black and golden black holes.

This caused Xiao Ran to lose all spiritual energy, but his spiritual pressure was much higher than that of ordinary cultivators in the dispersal realm.
To be continued...