Chapter 132： Not the same as immortal

The pattern on the lamp shone, and the flames spontaneously flared around, and the flames spontaneously swayed at the mouth of the lamp. Enchanting dance.

Zhou Wen's eyes were attracted by the strange lamp flame, as if the lamp flame was the most beautiful woman in the world, and people couldn't help but sink into it, and couldn't look away from the lamp flame.

Zhou Wen was extremely tenacious and felt something was wrong, so he forced his eyes away from the flames.

But looking away from the flames, he was attracted by the flashing patterns on the copper lamps. At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly discovered that those patterns were not pure patterns, but an ancient text, which contained in those texts. Zhou Weiqing's monster power is countless times stronger than Deng Yan, and Zhou Wenqing cannot help being attracted by it.

"How could this be!" Zhou Wen's left finger suddenly moved by himself, beating like he was playing a piano unconsciously, but his consciousness didn't let his finger do any movement at all.

Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of the other hand also moved.

Soon, not just his fingers, Zhou Wen's whole body moved uncontrollably. This movement was not irregular. Zhou Wen found that his body was dancing.

Zhou Wen has never been in contact with dance and has no interest in dance. He would not even watch dance shows, but at this time, he is like a professional dancer, his body seems to follow the rhythm of a certain music. Dancing, doing all kinds of movements he had never thought of before.

What's more, his dance moves are all women's dance moves, very charming, light and elegant.

But a big man jumped out, but it seemed very funny. If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dance this kind of dance here, I was afraid to lie on the ground with a smile.

Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was useless. He switched between several vitality tactics in succession, but they were useless. The body twisted more and more, and there were a lot of actions similar to winking. .

Soon Zhou Wen discovered that his movements were exactly the same as the beating of the flames, as if the lights were controlled by a flame.

"Damn ... what the **** is this ..." Zhou Wen felt like he was going crazy.

As Zhou Wen's dance jumped faster and faster, the originally automatically running Mi Xian Jing slowed down, and as Mi Fan Jing slowed down, Zhou Wen's body gradually slowed down.

When the fanxian sutra completely stopped, Zhou Wen's body also completely stopped twisting.

However, in the next second, the vitality in the body is flowing wildly, but it is no longer the line of the Mi Xian Jing, but another vitality tactic that Zhou Wen has never practiced.

"The pattern on the oil lamp is also a vitality formula?" Zhou Wen was surprised, but rejoiced.

This vitality formula is very weird. It is different from the vitality formula that Zhou Wen has contacted before. It seems to have countless weird changes, sometimes light and graceful, and sometimes torrential rain, giving Zhou Wen an impulse to break through the air and dance.

Time passed minute by minute. When Zhou Wen resumed control of himself, his body had already become that kind of vitality.

The oil lamp originally suspended in the air suddenly lost all its light, fell to the ground, and restored its original appearance.

Zhou Wenzheng wanted to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. The vitality and tactics he had just practiced suddenly dissipated, and the Fanjingjing started to operate again.

But this time the operation is different from any previous one. The vitality spreads throughout the body, flowing like blood.

boom!

Zhou Wen only felt a buzz in his brain, and a voice was echoing constantly.

"If God rebelled against me, I would cut God ... if immortal rebelled against me, I would cut off the immortal ... not with the divine language ... not with the immortal ... I am me ..." The voice was wild and wild, but there was another This kind of trembling and terrifying magic, but also makes the whole body full of blood, it seems that something is surging in my heart, I can't hope to make a hole in the sky.

This voice, Zhou Wen, is no stranger. During the countless nights during which he practiced the Magic Fairy, the voice kept whispering in his ears, but before, he couldn't even hear exactly what the voice said.

Today he finally heard what the voice was, it was a woman's voice, but it had a moving momentum, as if all beings from all walks of life would be at her feet.

Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, a picture emerged in his mind involuntarily. Countless gods and Buddhas lay on the ground and worshipped at a woman, like a pilgrimage.

Unfortunately, this is just Zhou Wen's own imagination. She can't see the face of the woman clearly. She only feels that her temperament is unparalleled. She seems to be high above her. But she is not the kind of holy and immortal ~~. ~ The voice in my head is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems to be about to fall apart. In the end, it is almost obscure.

Zhou Wen faintly heard that at the end there was a sentence that was slightly different from the previous repeated sentence: "Revisit ... Sun ... Xiang ... Time ..."

It was just that the voice was too low at the back, and it was about to fall apart. I couldn't hear the complete sentence at all.

boom!

The magical scriptures in the body seemed to explode, and the cells in the whole body seemed to bloom together, making Zhou Wen wonder whether his body had exploded.

Corruption ... constant corruption ...

Zhou Wen felt as if his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea, constantly falling and sinking, and finally consciously drowned in the darkness.

Since practicing the Magic Fairy, Zhou Wen has not really slept for a long time.

Every time as long as he was asleep, there was a voice whispering in his ears whenever and wherever he seemed, like a Buddha's chanting, and like a devil's temptation.

Coupled with the suffocating experience of ghost presses, if it is replaced by others, I am afraid that it will already be crazy.

Zhou Wen is desperately playing games every day, although he wants to improve his strength, but there is no idea of ​​wanting to escape from sleep.

To this day, the kind of evil spirit-ridden feeling has finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen's sleep is extremely sweet and smooth, as if there is nothing more happy in the world than a good sleep.

Upon awakening, Zhou Wen woke up, stretched a lazy waist, only felt comfortable and let him almost groan, the whole body's cells seemed to be making a comfortable cheer.

Zhou Wen pressed his palm on the bed and wanted to sit down, but with one click, his body bounced off, hitting his head against the ceiling, and half of his head hit the ceiling made of reinforced concrete. It just hung from the ceiling.