Versatile Mage

It’s not my own death, nor is it a strange change in Zhao Jing’s bones...

It is just under the cold water lake, full of dead bodies! !

On the surface of the surface of the lake, a variety of bodies were covered, and they were all dead, cut, burnt, killed by thunder, beheaded, and killed. Broken heart!

These bodies are displayed on the outermost layer of the cold water lake, and Mofan's feet are only a thin layer of hard cold water. If they look far away, they will freeze and float on the lake surface irregularly.

This is not the most terrible, and the corpse Mofan has seen a lot.

In the gap between these corpses, there are more corpses. Their specimens are in the surface between the lake and the deep water. Although there are certain patches, the whole is kept under a certain degree of lake.

Zhao Jing’s body is in this layer. There are countless human corpses around him. They are equally strange, but they are not completely repeated.

Thousands of dead! !

It's like a monster with a quirky saga in the world, collecting all the deaths and then showing them.

The corpse is not terrible, and the piles of corpses are not terrible, but the piles of corpses are all in the same lake as the dead specimens. It is really horrible, and Rao is the courageous person. They almost fell softly on their legs and fell to the ground.

How is this done?

How many dead people can you fill the entire lake? ?

Thinking hard! ! ! !

Breathe, take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

Mo Fan repeatedly calmed himself down. He now finally understands why he was circulating in the whole body at the moment he stepped in. This Shenmu well is completely a sinking well.

The Red Devil collects the eight souls of the world, in order to promote the evil spirits to become the real emperor, so he really wanders around the world, erratic.

And the body of this lake is obviously from the world, what kind of magical power is it, can you accumulate all these people here?

It is necessary to know that there is no ordinary life in the sinking, and most of them are cultivated as high.

Mo Fan simply did not dare to look down, but the cold water lake has an irresistible force.

Mo Fan couldn't take his eyes back, and he couldn't leave.

What is in your head, what kind of torture instrument to use to open your eyes, let yourself see clearly!

Mo Fan can only watch the scalp, which is no less than a walk into a wax museum. The metamorphosis that makes a living person into a wax figure is threatening himself. He is excited to tell these masterpieces. Mo Fan can't Showing a little impatience, I can only make a visit with a sense of survival while fearing, and do not make a false look.

Under the layer of Zhao Jing, deeper, there are dead bodies.

It is already deeper and close to the bottom of the lake.

It can be seen that the lake layer is not as dense as the surface layer and the middle layer, but there are still some lying flat.

Suddenly, an incomparably familiar figure was reflected in Mo Fan's eyes, which made Mofan, who was originally afraid of this lake, want to tear open these hard lakes by hand and dig up the person who sinks inside!

"The chief instructor!"

Mo Fan couldn't help but shout out. He couldn't tear the lake. He shouted only that the cold body that was expected to be underwater could answer.

silence.

Shenmujing was silent to the extreme, and the voice was echoing.

It is hollow!

There is a hollow inside.

Beside him, there was a snowy white hand that was covered by other higher-level bodies, but Mo Fan was able to guess who it was.

Qin Yuer!

Hollow and Qin Yuer.

They are near the bottom of the lake! !

In the holy city, Mo Fan clearly remembered that the short-selling and Qin Yuer left the world together. Except for the hollowed out soul being included by the small muddy, nothing left, and the real meaning was gone.

But they are here at the moment.

When they left, they were very serene and very determined. Other bodies were more or less able to see unwillingness, resentment, fear, mistakes, and confusion. They were much more peaceful than others, as if they were willing to sink here. ......

Mo Fan’s heart tumbling.

He does not know what this place represents.

It’s hard to be here that the sacred cemetery is a sacred cemetery. Some gods have been on the dome that all races can’t see, peek into the world’s vast seas, races, and races, and then load some representative dead into this sacred well. ? ? ?

Then I saw myself not long ago.

It is also soaked and icy.

Does this mean that one day in the future, after death, I will be made into a specimen by this god, the bottom of Shenhu? ?

Mo Fan tried hard to think back to the self after death, is it older than himself or is it young now? ?

The scene of this scene is becoming more and more blurred in Mo Fan’s mind. Like the picture in the dream, it will gradually disappear in its own consciousness. How do you try to think about it, it is erased bit by bit.

“吱吱吱吱吱~~~~~~~~~~~”

The surrounding forest made a sound, and Mofan watched as he watched.

He does not want to sink into the lake now.

The ghost trees began to shrink, and the branches of the sky began to grow backwards. The thick branches of the building were also degraded little by little, and the thick roots of the earth were drilled back into the soil.

The cold water lake became smaller and smaller. This Shenmu well began to grow wild, but now it has been given a time to retreat magic, and everything begins to retract to its original state.

Mo Fan stood on the cold water lake, the bones of the exhibition gradually blurred, Mo Fan stared at the hollow instructor, his painless look, so that Mo Fan was not so urgent to tear open the lake.

The hollowed out eyes are open, and he seems to be staring at Mo Fan.

In the holy city, there was no time to identify, but in this weird **** Mujing, I saw his real last side. He held a white hand, as if this was his life’s wish. He didn’t care how good the world was. Evil, don't care what kind of gods are in the world. You don't have to sink into the bottom of the lake. The bottom of the lake may not be comfortable, nor will it be pushed on the surface.

......

Shenmujing disappeared, I do not know because Zhao Jing’s death disappeared, or Mo Fan’s limit has not yet arrived, and Shenmujing will not accept it for the time being.

In short, everything has returned to normal.

Mo Fan returned to Fan Xueshan, some worried, but not as fearful as before. Everything in Shenmujing is like a nightmare. When he wakes up, he will slowly fade away in his mind. In his dream, he will be convinced of everything. When I woke up, I felt that the things in my dreams were ridiculous.

Even if it is true, there are thousands of deaths, but not every one is painful.

Mo Fan thinks about his own look.

It does not seem to be pain.

Anyway, it is complicated.

How to say it, if a man wants to be excessive, he should die on the woman’s belly.

In this way, Mo Fan is in a much better mood. After all, he does have two wives.

Now I am young and strong, I am eager to be sleepy. It’s hard to say after a few years, it’s hard to say...

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