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Chapter 141 The choice of coming into the world

The altar is still so mysterious and unpredictable, and the thick mist gathers and disperses around it, changing into various shapes.

Tang Xuanming took a deep breath and reluctantly pulled out branches one after another from his body. His left arm even lost a large piece of flesh and blood, making it look extremely ferocious.

Playing hide-and-seek with a fifth-level master would naturally lead to some oversights.

That was the damage caused by a spear. It was extremely heavy. It was originally aimed at his heart. Even though he tried his best, he could not completely avoid it. It flew over his left arm and took away a large piece of flesh and blood.

"What a fucking embarrassment!"

Looking at his miserable state reflected in the void at the center of the altar, Tang Xuanming's mouth twitched and he actually laughed.

But soon, his expression turned gloomy again.

He thought of Pi Lin, whose life and death were unknown, and the eight tribal youths who left with Pi Lingbao. When he recalled Pi Lin's abnormal body posture at that time, Tang Xuanming's heart dropped.

"There is a human skeleton model left by me in the tribe. The witch doctor may be able to put his bones back together. With the addition of internal strength and inhuman vitality, it is barely possible to survive."

Tang Xuanming comforted himself in this way, but thinking about Pi Lin's abnormal body distortion, he still felt that there was little real hope.



"Cough...cough..."

Blood spurted out of Pi Lin's mouth as if it was free of charge. Every cough brought great pain, making the face of this resolute old hunter wrinkle into a ball.

Pi Ling Bao looked at this hunter who had always been taciturn, and tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Pai Lin's right foot rested on his left hand, and his right hand was also twisted abnormally in pain. The forearm bones were protruding from the flesh and blood, pointing diagonally towards the sky, as if mocking the heaven and earth.

Moreover, there was a rib sticking out diagonally from his back, with blood constantly flowing from it.

It is impossible to determine how much of the internal bones were broken.

The inhuman physique gave the old hunter a tenacious vitality and kept him from dying at this time, but it also brought him great pain at this time.

"Pi Lin... you..."

The young hunters were silently guarding the surroundings, and some looked uneasily in the direction where Tang Xuanming and the middle-aged man disappeared, feeling worried.

There was anger in each of their eyes, as if there were flames burning in their eyes.

"The witch doctor will be able to find a solution. If you stay alive, I will take you back to the tribe."

Pai Lingbao, who always liked to talk nonsense, looked at Pai Lin's tragic situation, tears kept falling from his cheeks, and his fists were clenched tightly, full of hatred.

He wanted to go back and fight hard, even though he was far from the middle-aged man's opponent.

But looking at the eight young men standing quietly aside, choking silently, he couldn't take that step.

"...Spirit Leopard!"

Pi Lin, who was lying on the ground, struggled to make a sound.

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Pai Lingbao hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes. In his blurred vision, he saw a twisted smile on Pai Lin's face. This made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his heart became more and more painful.

"...No...don't go back to...the tribe, that...that will bring...disaster to...the tribe..."

Blood flowed out of Pi Lin's mouth uncontrollably and dripped onto the ground.

"I know, I know, please stop talking!"

Pai Lingbao cried and tried to block the wounds on his chest and abdomen, but when he pressed his hands on it, it felt so soft that he couldn't press the bones at all. His whole body felt like an electric shock, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Call...them...over..."

Needless to say, Pi Lingbao said that the eight young men who had been paying attention to this place gathered over, each with a sad look on their face.

Pai Lin looked at these energetic young people, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body, and said with a hint of sadness: "Don't blame me, it was my decision not to return to the tribe. When we can't be sure of safety, we can only return to the tribe."

It will bring death to the tribe..."

"We have no regrets!"

The young people spoke in unison, and everyone looked at Pai Lin with sadness as his life slowly passed away from his body.

Pai Lin nodded happily, the look in his eyes gradually dimmed, he looked in the direction of the tribe and murmured: "It's a pity that he can't be buried in the tribe."

"Pi Lin (Uncle Pi Lin)!"

A howl sounded in the dense forest.



"call!"

Tang Xuanming exhaled a long breath. The internal injuries in his body had almost recovered, and the terrible scar on his left arm had also become scarred.

But there was still sadness in his heart. Every time he thought about the comfort from Pi Lin and others, it made him anxious. He wanted to return to reality from the altar, but he was afraid that the middle-aged man who had reached the fifth level would not leave.

Then what will greet him is a terrible blow.

"Don't panic!"

He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his mind.

The void in the center of the altar in front of him still had no fluctuation at all, and was as calm as a mirror.

The star that belonged to Qin Shi Mingyue above his head was still dim, without any luster. It was obvious that there was no way to bring items from that world, and Tang Xuanming had no way to descend into that world with his spiritual thoughts.

He couldn't help but sigh, and looked at the center of the altar, which was as calm as the lake surface, again.

If you want to go out, you must make a breakthrough in your existing strength, and at least have the strength to match the fifth level of the Ant King's magic.

But now his strength is obviously not enough.

When he concentrated all his energy into the calm water-like void, a faint whisper sounded in his ears.

It was like countless flies flapping their wings, and like countless mosquitoes flying around his ears, making him extremely irritable.

He calmed down, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and tried his best to feel the thoughts one after another.

"Save my brother, I can give you everything!"

"The humiliation of Jingkang is still not over. I am filled with grief and indignation. I pray to God to protect me, the Song Dynasty!"

"I want to be number one in the world, I want to kill Shangguan Jinhong and defeat Old Man Tianji. For this I am willing to sacrifice everything!"



One thought after another quickly passed through Tang Xuanming's mind. These sounds were fast and slow. They were so fast that Tang Xuanming's hearing was not clear. He could only hear low murmurs, and it was impossible to hear the specific meaning.

, there is no way to tell whether the speaker is a man or a woman.

Normally, when he felt a thought, his spiritual thoughts would come down and feel the scene of that world, but now he could realize that before he was sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

With his spiritual mind, he couldn't hear many words, let alone if his spiritual mind was reduced.

And as he heard more and more sounds, he vaguely had a guess.

"The clearer I hear it, the lower the force in that world."

Although he didn't have much contact, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

He was about to gather his energy and capture the fastest voice he could hear.

Several words also rang clearly in his ears.

"God forbid, if Baguio can be resurrected, Zhang Xiaofan is willing to give everything!"

"If Kong Ci can be saved from death, Nie Feng will do whatever it takes to kill him!"

"I want delicious animal milk, give me some of whatever you want!"


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