Chapter 599

Infinite life!

And the ability to regard all things as grass mustard, all disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

At this time, in the light of the blood moon, in the red light of blood, a fluffy blood rain fell on the sky and dropped on the misty son. The white and flawless Taoist robe was dyed red, and the white hair falling off like weeds on his head was also dyed red by him.

The clear pool water on the ground is also gradually turning into blood red, which is dyed red by the blood rain gradually dripping from the sky.

At this time, in the fountain, suddenly appeared, and pieces were rapidly sweeping the corpse, broken limbs and arms, or poisonous insects and beasts, or a fox, a monkey, and complete corpses.

Suddenly poured into the eyes of misty son.

In the distance, on the broad avenue paved with complete stones, a figure came slowly. The fear was revealed in the misty son's eyes. This person is not someone else!

It's himself. It should be his former self.

Misty son has changed his flesh body. He found this flesh body after meeting he Feng. The previous one has long been extinguished. Now, the flesh body that has been extinguished in memory is slowly coming towards him.

The lips were dry and shriveled, and the tongue was like a rope that had been beaten into several sections. It could not move or speak a few words. It was not much different from a dying patient.

With his mouth open and choking, he couldn't say a word!

The man who came in front of me, misty son, is familiar. Isn't that himself?

But I feel so strange, as if there is any difference.

At this time, in the misty eyes, in the old people's unique turbid eyes, in the turbid eyes, the black pupils quickly enlarge and contract again!

But misty son's face is as gray as death!

But in the distance, he was followed by a snake behind him. He was so familiar. He looked tired, as if he had just experienced hibernation.

Isn't it Wangcai?

"Who are you?" asked the misty son, almost exerting all his strength.

"I'm misty!" the man in front of me approached slowly and said calmly. There was an unspeakable self-confidence in his tone, which was very like himself in his memory.

There is no difference in the sound.

"No, you're not me, you're not me, if you're me, who am I?" just like a lunatic who doubts life in a mental hospital, the misty man suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

However, he suddenly stopped his mouth, just like a broken kite!

The red blood flowed out of his mouth, dripping on the ground and scattered on the elegant Taoist robe that misty son was wearing.

The Taoist robe has been dyed red by the rain. Suddenly, the red has been deepened and turned into crimson!

"I am you, and you are no longer me. I was you. You abandoned yourself. You are now yandanzi, and he has fallen in the 28th year of Wanli and the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty." the self in front of him snorted coldly.

At this time, Wangcai, who followed him, suddenly opened his mouth and smelled. Wangcai, who opened his fangs, rushed at him quickly.

Swallow it in one bite!

"Me!" piaomizi struggled. Fortunately, snakes don't eat like people. They need to chew twice. They swallow it whole and digest it by gastric juice.

Therefore, the misty son swallowed by Wangcai did not die immediately. He still preserved his consciousness and thought, and experienced some despair before death.

If you stay in the stomach of the beast, you can't get rid of it. Waiting for the gastric juice to digest yourself is torture. You die in spiritual torture.

Sometimes death is not terrible!

But waiting to die is the most frightening.

At this time when piaomizi was desperate, suddenly, Wangcai suddenly opened his mouth, and there was a brilliance in front of him, just like a lifesaver grasping the last straw.

With a vomit, Wangcai suddenly vomited. At this moment, misty son was vomited out with viscous gastric juice. At this time, Wangcai only heard his mouth and disdain.

"Old and hard, don't eat!"

Before misty son had time to be happy, he suddenly felt some sounds coming from behind him, similar to the sound when bubbles burst, banging, banging, low and stuffy, constantly coming back.

I haven't waited for the misty son to react.

Suddenly, a fox jumped on the head of misty son. Yes, he scratched and scratched.

The fox's hair was dripping with blood. There was a sharp feather arrow in his neck. His face changed greatly. Isn't this the little demon he shot with a demon killing crossbow under the leadership of his master at the age of 20?

Now this is to collect debts!

When piaomizi struggled to turn around, he was surprised to find that in front of him, dozens of just all kinds of people or animals lined up in front of him, covered with blood, open eyes and full of hatred. "

"I'm not piaomizi, I'm yandanzi, and he's piaomizi." piaomizi panicked. Now these guys come to collect their debts, among them.

There are those who have killed themselves, those who were entrapped when killing and seizing treasure, those who have been accidentally injured, and those who have been framed. All of them are enemies of themselves. Lin Lin has a total of 10.

Every death has a direct or indirect relationship with himself!

Now, I can't bear it. It happens that there is a guy who always says he is here. Don't you just push everything on him?

Misty son smiled and was very satisfied with his idea.

However, after playing tricks for so many years, he played himself for the first time.

In the blink of an eye, the debt collectors who had just churned in front of them disappeared, but only the self before the meeting suddenly burst into laughter.

Then he pointed to piaomizi and said, "this is what you said. You are not piaomizi, you are yandanzi!"

Looking at everything that has disappeared around him, misty son suddenly realized that this is what he wants to export and admit?

"I'm misty son. What are you? Tell me?" misty son looked at the front in horror and said.

"I am you, but you are not you now." the opposite self said after laughing twice, his tone was full of arrogance, and he didn't take him in his eyes at all.

"Go to hell, yandanzi!" the "misty son" suddenly roared.

Then, like pulling a thread and peeling a cocoon, a huge thrust pushed the misty son into the pool water, and the boiling blood pool seemed to have the power of erosion, just like sulfuric acid.