This guy has lived in a few minutes.

Su Yin's eyes were full of green spirits, and at the end of his sight, the mysterious Taoist who was sitting on the cushion holding a wine cup was already like a dry bone, and the breath of death came to his face.

But Tianheng obviously had no idea about this and was still stunned.

Su Yin raised a finger and scratched her chin. She was actually quite murmured in her heart, thinking that if this person suddenly became so old that he couldn't speak, it would be bad.

Thinking of it, she immediately "brushed" and put away her hair driver, speaking very quickly:

"Uh... I don't mean anything else. Don't be nervous. I actually don't want to hit you. Look, I've put away my knife.

I just want to ask you, with my current combat power, how many times can your formation kill me? Or let's change the argument, how many times can your formation kill me, please give me an estimate."

This strange question that is considered a bitches is not Su Yin asked casually, but rather has some meaning.

In nearly a thousand time cycles, she has not tried many ways to die.

Because there is no memory bonus, every time she breaks into the Four Pole Formation, she thinks that it is the "first time".

But it is undeniable that even though she thought it was the "first meeting", Su Yin's move was quite quick and she also devoted all her strength. After all, she summoned the Gu Feng long-haired killer every time. It can be seen that even if she lost her memory, she never underestimated the Four Pole Formation.

However, the knife that combined the two (soul) powers to cut out was Su Yin guessed that even the sky could penetrate it, but she could not shake the formation.

What's even more terrible is that because death came too quickly, Su Yin didn't have a numerical attack on her move, so she asked this question.

After asking, Su Yin looked at Tianheng with sincerity, but saw that he seemed to have not heard it, and the expression on his face had not changed.

At this moment, Tianheng was extremely confused in his heart.

When the white and bright thread slid past the blue blade, he suddenly felt like a mere insect that was facing the mountains of ten thousand kilometers.

His four-pole formation was formed by stealing the way of heaven, and the way of heaven was to him was like the burning sun to the remaining snow.

In the scorching sun, ice and snow have no meaning.

Just like under the gaze of the way of heaven, he, the person who seized the way of heaven, also had no meaning of existence.

The fear that was completely erased occupied Tianheng in an instant.

But after another breath, he laughed relieved again.

At this moment, he did not realize that his expression was almost the same as Su Yin, who had just seen her look.

That is a sign of giving up when facing an unparalleled opponent. In Su Yin's words, it is completely lying flat.

Anyway, I can't beat it.

As soon as his mood changed, Tianheng's perception also came back, and Su Yin's question fell into his ears.

"Fellow Taoist said this very strange." He raised his eyes and looked at Su Yin, with a calm expression, as if he had forgotten his loss of composure just now.

After speaking, he took the wine cup in front of him and took a sip of the fairy wine.

The wine passed through his throat, ironing his cold heart and smoothing the wrinkles on his forehead. His face returned to youth at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the style between his eyebrows and eyes remained the same.

However, some things cannot be eliminated by fairy wine. In Su Yin's opinion, it will take only a minute for Tianheng to die.

Tianheng must have known this better than Su Yin, but he still smiled faintly as if nothing had happened and asked Su Yin back:

"Which fellow Taoist sees, how many times can this formation kill fellow Taoist fellow Taoist?"

Su Yin's face turned black.

So when a person is about to die, he still has to be a riddle man, right?

Why can't we give a accurate letter? Is there any trust in this world?

Valley

The old trunk had nowhere to whine. Su Yin stared at Tianheng for a moment, and a fake smile came out from her face: "I want to know, then I'll ask you what you are doing?"

I've already picked up a knife and slashed you.

Thinking of this, Su Yin couldn't help but feel extremely depressed. He lifted the teapot on the vermilion table and poured a mouthful of spiritual tea into his mouth.

The fragrance of the fresh fen smell filled her lips and teeth, making her mind calm.

She raised her sleeve and wiped the corners of her lips. She knew that she could not ask anything like this, but she was not giving up. She turned her head and looked around, and suddenly pointed to the floating island below, and continued to ask questions with a dead horse as a living horse:

"By the way, your island is the Jiangxiantai. I know, but the black dragon under the island looks so ugly. What's this..."

The four words "What's going on" only started, and a huge echo suddenly rushed into my mind. The sound lines that seemed to be repeated by countless voices made Su Yin's spiritual consciousness blur.

I've asked this question.

She thought.

Although the memory was blank, the countless broken lens-like dislocations showed that she had asked about this more than once during the time cycle of more than a hundred times.

【Maggots of Swallowing Time】

Su Yin "heard" a voice.

Ethereal, long, and far away, slowly spreading deep in her heart, like a circle of clear ripples.

Then, a figure seemed to appear in front of Su Yin's eyes.

The slender figures that are gone, the long dispersed hair flutters, the singing like wind chimes is ethereal and light...

Her heart suddenly felt severely cramped, and tears suddenly surged into her eyes.

I may never see you again... "I"...

This thought made Su Yin's already vague consciousness more and more chaotic, but the pain in her heart became clearer because of this. It seemed that someone was using her heart to cut the noodles.

Pieces, stripped out inch by piece, cut inch by bit.

The heart, soul, god, thoughts, body, all are suffering from severe pain.

The distant figure is about to disappear forever and will never appear again. In a corner deep in consciousness, another figure gradually overlaps with the slender figure.

Compared to this one at this moment, another shadow seems to be clearer and more solid.

Su Yin knew that it was more complete and clearer than before...

"Idiot".

Her "id" can't last long.

【Go, go see it, there is not much time left】

The singing sounded again, as gentle as a breeze outside the sky. When Su Yin wanted to capture it, a large cloud of white mist surged forward, covering the slender back and covering the ethereal singing.

Consciousness gradually became distant, and everything seemed to be no longer important.

"Why don't you play another song to help this grand event?"

A malice hidden intent suddenly came into my ears, like a thunderbolt tearing open the clouds and fog, revealing a hard and cold reality.

Su Yin woke up like a dream.

Lingcha was still in his palm, and the Xuanyi Taoist on the cushion opposite him looked as if full of justice. Most of the floating island under their feet had already penetrated into the darkness of chaos.
Chapter completed!