Nine Cents Refining

Xuanyuan Yaqin’s judgment is indeed correct, and Sun Hao did not die at this time.

However, death is only a step away from death, and it is on the verge of degeneration.

Sun Hao opened the transmission well, but, once, the white demon night was insane and directly destroyed the transmission array. Although it did not break the transmission, it made the transmission much more difficult;

Secondly, the transmission distance of this transmission array is very far away. It is a long-distance transmission array. The long-distance transmission array itself has a great load on the body of the monk. In the transmission array, the ordinary mortal is afraid that it is not transmitted to the destination. It will be directly turned into powder.

At this time, Sun Hao did not directly turn into powder, but the whole state was terrible.

Although Sun Hao escaped the pursuit of the white demon night by means of the transmission array, the catastrophe of the heavens was reflected in the transmission array. The transmission process was almost instantaneous, but Sun Hao, who appeared at the other end of the transmission array, was already deeply dizzy. Lost in the past, the whole body, there are small, knife-cut wounds everywhere, tears and tears flowing out.

In the body of Sun Hao, Mudan and the small flame spontaneously began to save the Savior.

In particular, Mudan radiates sputum and cures the injuries in Sun Hao. If there is no Mudan in the body, Sun Hao is afraid that he will not wake up when he sleeps.

The small flames are bursting with mild heat, flowing through the body of Sun Hao, especially the heart of Sun Hao, always maintaining the inexhaustible motive force of Sun Hao's heart.

Under normal circumstances, there is an endless supply of Mudan, and Sun Hao should not be able to recover after a long time.

However, I don't know where Sun Hao was transferred. Mudan couldn't absorb any aura from the air to supplement his consumption. He swallowed all the real elements of Sun Hao himself. The treatment can only stabilize the injury in Sun Hao's body and not worsen.

And Mudan, already Qingguang no longer, is due to silence.

The small flames also absorb the slightest aura in the air, and they gradually sink down, just relying on their own heat. Always keep the temperature of Sun Hao's heart, driving Sun Hao's heart to keep beating slowly.

Sun Hao, who is deeply dizzy, doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know that his * has already encountered a great crisis and is already on the verge of collapse.

At this time, Sun Hao in the fainting, his days of consciousness are still not good.

Sun Hao just fainted. The nightmare of the "nightmare of the nightmare" on the white demon night took the opportunity to launch, and Sun Hao suddenly fell into a boundless nightmare.

From time to time, Sun Hao seems to see himself rushing in the open field, chasing by the fierce Bai's ancestors, fear in his heart. Can't call it out, can't run, and watched the white ancestor's ancestor beat him apart.

From time to time, Sun Hao dreamed that he was flying high, but suddenly the flying sword failed, and he could not help but fall from the sky and fell into a mass of meat.

sometimes. Sun Hao dreamed that his friends died in the hands of the enemy one by one, and they were powerless, and their eyes were sobbing and crying.

......

Nightmare. Endless nightmare.

One night after another, tormenting Sun Hao’s consciousness.

Not the most terrible, only more terrible.

Not the most depressed, only more depressed.

This is a nightmare that is ridiculous enough to make normal people collapse.

If you change to another monk, you are in a coma. Being riddled with nightmares, it is very likely that I will never wake up. It is very likely that his consciousness will collapse directly in this boundless nightmare.

However, Sun Hao is slightly different. For many years, Sun Hao has been practicing Bai's dreams of refining the gods. He has a high degree of accomplishment and understanding of the dream itself. It is just that the dream is far less than the white demon night, and it will not be as strange as the white demon night. Dream application only.

However, this does not prevent Sun Hao from knowing what he has met in his dreams.

Ordinary monks, after being bound by boundless nightmares, do not know that they are dreaming, they will be tortured by a nightmare to a mental breakdown, but Sun Hao enters a nightmare, because he has practiced the practice of white gongs into dreams, naturally knows this When I was in a dream, I was in a nightmare.

Sun Hao’s dreams are far less than the white demon nights. Even if Sun Hao uses his means, he can only do his dreams and dreams. How can he not dream, that is, he can’t do dreams according to his own imagination. The direction of evolution.

There is a cloud in the dream of white gongs: "The sunrise is so vast, and my dreams are not detailed into golden light." After the dream, the gods can refine the gods. At this time, the road is not enough, but it is impossible to refine the gods. Passive to bear, to be tortured again and again by nightmares.

Ming knows that this is a nightmare, knowing that this nightmare will afflict oneself, but he is helpless.

This is the status quo of Sun Hao's consciousness.

The depth of consciousness is dizzy, and the nightmare is sober.

The body is hit hard and in jeopardy. This is the current status of Sun Hao.

Moreover, Sun Hao is now in an unknown continent, in an unknown environment, and does not know where it is.

This is the current situation of Sun Hao.

Sun Hao, who is in such a situation, is likely to fall asleep, and it is very likely that he will die in this hometown. It is likely to fall on the road of monasticism.

The road to repairing the road is full of thorns. If one is careless, it will fall. Sun Hao is now on the verge of falling.

Even if Sun Hao is now in a relatively safe environment, there is no beast or a beast to destroy the body of Sun Hao. The state of Sun Hao, as long as no one is saved, will definitely not be long before it will naturally fall.

Sun Hao is now in the depths of a dark cave. On the transmission array, there is a few feet of dust. Now, the dust and the blood of Sun Hao form a dark red mud, surrounded by Sun Hao. By the side.

Obviously, it is also like the depths of the ghost hills. It is also a top secret place. In that year, the two wizards who built this transmission array were quite concealed, but they did not want to find out for other monks. .

In this kind of environment, the possibility that Sun Hao was rescued by other monks is basically zero.

It can be said that unless there is a miracle, Sun Hao at this time is definitely a dead end, and it is falling.

Even Sun Hao himself, I will never think that if I send it over, it will be so generally desperate. Even if Sun Hao is more powerful, I will calculate it. Many things are not counted.

For example, Sun Hao never imagined that this transmission array is actually a super long-distance transmission array. It is a test for the monk's *, and his grandson, just * is not strong.

For example, Sun Hao never imagined that the environment here was so strange, even Mudan and the small flames could not absorb the aura from the air. After exhausting the real yuan, they had to be quiet.

One did not think that Sun Hao was miscalculated, but the result was in a desperate situation.

Nightmare is entangled.

*collapse.

Falling down.

The special environment has caused Sun Hao to fall.

If there is no miracle, Sun Hao is afraid that he will be escaping.

It is located in the depths of the secluded cave. For many years, rare monks came and broke. Sun Hao had just sent it, and there would be a monk passing by and saving Sun Hao.

However, one drink and one drink are determined by the former. The monks have their own causes and consequences.

Perhaps, in this secluded cave, there will never be a monk's way to save the grandson's life.

But Sun Hao has a savior in itself.

Sun Hao was in the mud, and did not know how long it had passed. In the dark hole, a fire broke out from the mud.

The small fire jumped out, the small head looked around, the small eyes dripped around, the vigilance looked at the surrounding environment very much, and found that there was no danger around, the small face showed a relief expression.

After looking around, the small fire jumped on Sun Hao's body, and the small head kept arching Sun Hao's face.

He screamed and kept arching Sun Hao. After a long time, Sun Hao seemed to have lost his vitality and still had no reaction.

The small fire was a little shocked and stunned by Sun Hao, but Sun Hao was always dead and unable to do anything.

In the end, the small fire jumped tired, kneeling beside Sun Hao’s head and watching Sun Hao quietly.

After watching it for a while, the spiritual fire was finally understood, and my master was afraid that the situation was very wrong.

After screaming in the same place, and scratching his ears, the small fire finally calmed down and once again squatted on Sun Hao’s head, watching Sun Hao quietly.

Looking at it, I remembered that Sun Hao came all the way to take care of himself and never give up. On the small face, a warm and determined smile gradually emerged.

Since Sun Hao can not abandon it, bring it out of Ji Yanshan.

Since Sun Hao can not give up on it, then it will be a small fire, and will not give up on Sun Hao.

There was only one small squirrel, the original small fire rat at the bottom of the food chain. At this point, a decision was made to save his master's decision.

The rescue of a small creature is always a great blessing. The greatest factor is precisely because of his smallness.

The small fire took action.

Sun Hao is now stuck in the mud~www.wuxiaspot.com~The small fire starts from cleaning up the mud. Little by little, I will take care of these muds from Sun Hao. At least this will make Sun Hao lying on the ground. Sleep more comfortably.

The small fire that took action was very busy.

Sun Hao is lying on the ground, his body will not be hard and cold, and every day, the small fire will always roll in every part of Sun Hao's body, just like to massage Sun Hao in detail, never tired of it, always keep the grandchildren. The flexibility and temperature elasticity of the body.

Every day, the small fire has to go out, in this dark cave, looking for some edible things, crushed with a small mouth, and carefully transferred to Sun Hao, to Sun Hao.

One drink, one by one.

On the same day, Sun Hao was in a soft heart and took the guy with him.

Today, the small fire is doing its best, doing its meager energy, making unremitting efforts to try to save Sun Hao.

Within the dark hole, I don’t know the geometry of the years, and the time passes by. (To be continued)