Chapter 57 (2/2)

It was very dark in the hut, and though the sun had not yet set, it was estimated that there was only a line left.

Song Ruhai, wood and Feiniu all return to the wooden house, and the darkness outside has gradually spread.

The only way to deal with the old man is to walk into the dark nothingness without looking back.

That night, although the old man returned to the wooden house, he did not go down to his underground workshop according to the Convention, but stayed in the wooden house, staring at everyone in the room strangely.

Of course, there are only gouniu and Feizhu here.

The old man's eyes are sharp as a knife, and his divine sense is boundless.

Everyone felt that his divine consciousness had spread out and filled every part of the room, as if to count the number of spirits in each room.

This oppression of consciousness is something they have never felt.

Gouzhu didn't know how to describe it. He only knew that the realm of the old man was unfathomable, even far beyond his understanding.

But in any case, his divinity can only be filled with the wooden house and the faint light emitted by the wooden house.

Once it spreads out of the wooden house and meets the thick darkness outside that can block all feelings, it also disperses and disappears.

The old man's heart is also full of shock.

Someone actually opened his ban!

It is not violence, but the key to the prohibition of self perception.

What a genius, a genius once in 500 years!

If you put it in the lingyuanzong a thousand years ago, this kind of person would be regarded as a peerless pride - but that was a thousand years ago. Even back 500 years before he became famous, few people have studied these things. Simple, crude and powerful magical powers have already prevailed in the world, and the popularity has long surpassed those old scholars who have done their best to write the taixuan Sutra.

After the ban was opened, the heart, which he had carved for more than ten years, was stolen.

As a craftsman who has been working hard for hundreds of years, the most speechless, the most tragic, and the most heartbreaking thing is that the work that may be completed is suddenly destroyed.

It's worse than killing him!

Over the past five hundred years, he survived the failure again and again.

Just carving this one organ, how much effort, how much effort, head already a mess of hair and how many roots.

It's not a work, it's just his body, his God knows his soul, his everything

It's just gone!

His whole body felt empty.

He can be sure that the heart is no longer in the wooden house, otherwise, with the power of his divine consciousness, he would have felt the pulsating aura.

Anywhere outside, his divine sense could not reach, he could not go out and look for it.

In that dark nothingness, no sense can work, even if you go out, you can only see darkness, only feel nothingness.

Only during the day will the world return to normal.

But in the daytime, I can't find what I want.

At night, he is very clear, to the day, he has no memory!

In the daytime, he could only make puppets, repair the suspension bridges, and wait for the disciples from outside to seek him.

Only at night can he recover all his original complete memories. Five hundred years ago, he lost his day. For 500 years, he can only live in the night.

During the day, he was only a slave of the pagoda. The slave had no thought and memory of his own. He could not find the lost heart.

He believes that the heart will not disappear, and the suspect is in front of four people.

The wood was already sleeping and even snoring. Song Ruhai was practicing meditation peacefully. Of course, he practiced under his angry eyes, which was a little pretentious.

The fat girl looked back at him nervously in her eyes, only to say, ”I know, but I won't tell you.”.

The old man's turbid eyes finally fixed on the pig.

Hook pig's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth cocked up, and his smart face wrote relaxed and natural, as if to say: ”master, don't be impetuous. If you have something to worry about, please ask me to solve your doubts”... ”

The old man decided to talk to the man.

Hook pig suddenly felt an irresistible force around his neck, just like a pair of big hands, and then pushed himself back to the wall.

Gouzhu regretted that he was too arrogant just now. His skull and the wooden wall behind him were closely together, and the pressure was gradually increasing.

Hook pig felt that the log behind his head was also making a squeak sound. , the fastest update of the webnovel!