"Yours is here." Yang Ning was also very depressed, because this skull could not be put into the space ring at all, so he had no choice but to put it on his chest. Only then did he have what Yao Xinhen said to put on him.
"Then where did this come from?" Yao Xinhen pointed at En's skull that fell from the sky.
The three of them then came closer and stared at the skull.
"Look here..." Looking along where Yao Xinhen said, there are already traces of erosion over time, the skull is not crystal clear, and at the frontal bone of the skull, a brand new small hole is constantly reverberating. The sound of the wind.
"Why do I feel like this small hole was caused by the arrow shot by your red talisman?" Yang Ning said.
"It's not a feeling, that's it!" Yao Xinhen said.
"It seems that it was this skull that trapped us just now." Yao Xinhen said, striding forward with his big feet and cursing: "Go as far as you go."
"Let's go!" He kicked out directly.
"Hey...don't..."
It's a pity that the skull has flown far away.
"Well, that's not right..." Yao Xinhen stared at the skull that was only a speck of light. He quickly lit up a talisman in his hand and chased after him.
"Just now, did I hear correctly just now? That sound came from the skull?" Yang Ning also stared at the retreating skull in disbelief.
"Brother Ning, it seems that the skull shouted..." Huan Ling also said with certainty.
"No wonder he chased him out." Yang Ning stared at Yao Xinhen who had appeared in front of the skull.
Soon, Yao Xinhen came back, his face a little pale, and he seemed to be very tired. In Yao Xinhen's two hands, he was holding two skulls.
One is crystal clear, and the other looks a bit miserable. There is a constant sound of wind coming from the forehead. It is the sound of the wind passing through the small hole after being shot through by a red talisman arrow.
But at this moment, this skull aroused Yao Xinhen's great interest, because this skull made a sound.
"Hello? Don't pretend to be dead..." Yao Xinhen was speechless. Since he intercepted the skull and flew all the way over, the skull seemed to be completely dead, without a word. If it weren't for that clear cry, Yao Xinhen would have been speechless. He even wondered if he had intercepted it wrongly.
There is no sound.
"What the hell, are you still pretending to be angry with me?" Yao Xinhen didn't get used to it and made another big footprint.
"Let's go!"
"You..." The voice came from the skull again.
But this time, Yang Ning was clearly prepared. He ducked and quickly caught the skull.
"Let's talk?" Yang Ning asked.
There was no sound in the skull again.
Yao Xinhen flew over, picked up his head, waited on him with his big feet, and flew up again.
"Don't talk, right? It's not bad to play football!" Yao Xinhen seemed to have found something interesting, and had left his weakness and exhaustion behind.
"Come on, Yang Ning, let's take good care of this uncle." Yao Xinhen was very happy. After all, such a consciousness in his skull is an old guy who has been around for tens of thousands of years. It is very good to be able to use it to play football. .
"Okay!" Yang Ning also felt insulted. You said that all of your consciousness was hidden in your skull, and you still pretended to be noble. It was really in one word: cheap.
Ever since, a skull was passed back and forth between the two of them, constantly leaving parabolas in the air. Although their skills were not very good, they were cultivators after all.
"you……"
"I……"
"Don't……"
"Stop...stop kicking..."
After a while, I heard the skull making continuous sounds, expressing a complete sentence, and then stopped.
Huan Ling also looked at the skull and whispered: "Brother Ning, may you have misunderstood? This skull may not be able to speak a complete sentence."
"..." The skull is speechless, feeling very aggrieved. Do I not want to speak? I am weak, weak, do you understand...
"Sister Ling'er, you said..." Yao Xinhen stared at the skull in his hand.
"Senior, let's talk?" Yang Ning felt that what Huan Ling said made sense. After all, the skull's speech just now was indeed intermittently expressing the complete meaning.
"Chat... chat..." The voice was broken again, but this time the two of them were obviously patient.
"Talk... what a nonsense... I'm... almost kicked... to pieces..."
Yang Ning felt very tired, and so did Yao Xinhen.
"I said you don't know how to lift..." Yao Xinhen's big footprints were raised again.
"Don't...don't...don't..." The words were a little incoherent, and the voice in the skull was tense.
"You... you put your thoughts... into it..."
Yao Xinhen looked at Yang Ning, then at the skull, and said, "Yang Ning, why don't we just use him as a ball..."
Yang Ning nodded.
Thoughts are the weakest link of a cultivator. Unless they reach a truly strong person or have a perfect level of thoughts, they will be used by the cultivators, otherwise they will generally not leave the body.
"You... you... don't worry. As I am... as I am now, even if I have the intention... to do anything to you, I still... can't do it..."
But then, the voice in the skull changed.
"Don't... don't... stop kicking... if you kick me again... I will be really... really broken..."
Huan Ling looked at Jiang Bo and couldn't help but said: "Brother Ning, why don't you stop kicking him? He's already like this..."
"Sister Ling'er is just soft-hearted." Yao Xinhen said, putting down his raised foot.
"Hey...it's not kind to meet people..." A sigh came from the skull.
"I said old guy, you still said, I can..." Yao Xinhen felt that the voice in his skull was mean.
"Don't, don't..."
This time it was smoother.
"Come in with your thoughts."
"Don't worry, I'm already...almost dissipated..." The old voice echoed in the skull.
Yang Ning and Yao Xinhen were not at all reassured. If it was really safe inside, it would be okay. However, in this ancient battlefield, there was danger everywhere. No one could predict where the crisis would lie. If it hadn't been for Yao Xinhen's red talisman just now, , I am afraid that the three of them will definitely be killed by the obsession in the residual domain.
"Brother Ning, I believe him." Huan Ling said, the ethereal immortal body exuding scorching brilliance.
"Eh..." The skull rotated in Yao Xinhen's palm, and the holes facing the two eyes seemed to be looking at Huan Ling.
"Empty... ethereal..."
"Ethereal Immortal Body." Yang Ning said. ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ
"Yep……"
"You'd better stop talking." Yao Xinhen was very tired, not only physically but also mentally.
"I believe in Ling'er." Yang Ning knew that the ethereal immortal body could sense danger. Although it was absurd, a divine body like Huan Ling was not only strong in cultivation.
"Okay." Yao Xinhen nodded.
The three of them concentrated their thoughts and began to move towards the skull.
Soon, the thoughts of the three people came to a void space, and in front of the three people, there was a faint shadow floating, which seemed to be able to dissipate at any time.
"I'm not lying to you..." The face is not realistic, but you can still feel how powerful this person was in his life.
"You speak very fluently." Yao Xinhen said.
Xuying was very embarrassed and stared at Yao Xinhen, which made Yao Xinhen frightened for a while.
"You kid..."
"very nice."
"If I hadn't fought so miserable back then, I would definitely use you as a ball." Xuying said, his face gradually solidified.
The three of them immediately became alert.
"Don't be nervous, I just want you to see me more real." Xuying said.
Soon, a majestic body appeared. If it weren't for the fact that this was a mind space, Yang Ning would have dared to believe that this person was really alive.
"My name is Cheng Chang." Cheng Chang introduced himself, and some scenes of Cheng Chang's experience gradually emerged in the empty space of thoughts around him.
It was very harmonious at first, then Cheng Chang's growth path, until later, the sky was covered by nine auras.
The war also broke out.
It was miserable, at least Yang Ning had never seen such a miserable battle.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The world rises and falls.
Cheng Chang's figure stood alone, and above his head, the sky was shattering, and beneath his feet, it kept collapsing.
"Those nine breaths are..."
Cheng Hao did not answer, and the mental space around him continued to perform.
Across the wilderness, more and more figures like Cheng Chang are fighting, fighting, and protecting the world.
Yang Ning saw a swordsman with unparalleled magnificence, capable of burying thousands of lives with one sword. And the sword in his hand is a blood-red sword.
Yang Ning also saw Dai Mang, the king of sky-piercing spears, piercing the sky with one shot and passing through the boundless magic surge...
Just for a moment, it flashed past.
Still performing...
Until the end, that vast and boundless world finally shattered under the impact of powerful force and turned into thousands of fragments, scattered all over the world.
The blood-red sky finally became quiet, without the nine auras, but similarly, that world and the creatures in that world also became the dust of history.
Cheng Chang's figure also fell in a pool of blood. In the end, he could only gather his supreme thoughts in his own sea of consciousness, and fell along with a fragment of the world until he appeared under the cliff of Dongzhou.
Then under the erosion of the years, Cheng Chang's belief in immortality condensed little by little, and finally formed the residual domain, integrated with the surrounding environment, and then waited quietly, waiting...
Finally, someone came to this broken world, and someone broke into the remnant realm. In order to be able to preserve his thoughts and survive, the remnant realm had to swallow up the vitality and thoughts of the intruders.
Just like that, I don't know how many years passed, but finally Yang Ning and the others saw the scene of the three of them breaking in.
Obviously, at that time, Fang Remnant Territory and Cheng Chang's thoughts followed the previous approach, wanting to devour the three of them, and then continue to linger and continue to sink in the wilderness and silence.
The three of them tried their best to fight, but when a blood-red arrow finally shot out, the remaining realm was broken, and most of Cheng Chang's thoughts were shattered.
"Now, you should understand why I am no longer a threat to you, right?" Cheng Chang seemed to be more awake, and his figure became more focused, constantly looking at the three of them.
"Why don't you show the clip of us using the skull as a ball to kick?" Yao Xinhen watched the performances around him and felt that it was not perfect. At least he was holding the skull of such a big man and playing it as a ball. It was worth it. Showy, it’s worth revisiting.
"You..." Cheng Chang was angry.
"Senior, what was the world where the war took place?" Yang Ning asked, looking at Yao Xinhen reproachfully.
"The world of the sky is the world closest to the fairy world." Cheng Chang didn't hide anything.
Yang Ning's heart trembled, and she already had an idea in her mind, but she still couldn't help but ask: "Senior, do you know about the Sky Realm?"
"The Firmament Realm?" Cheng Chang fell into memories, then shook his head and said, "Perhaps this was built by later generations, or the people who survived after the war to commemorate the Firmament World."
Yang Ning felt that what Cheng Chang said, although he didn't know the truth, was inseparable.
"The nine breaths are..." Yang Ning asked. This was what he was more concerned about, because in his hands, it seemed that the guy with the magic surge was probably the so-called Nine Demon Lords, that is, his Qing Qing. The devil who controls the abyss in the ring of Hades.
