Reflect the world

Chapter 142 The Choice of Incarnation (Second Change)

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

Tang Xuanming took a heavy breath and pulled out one branch after another with pain. His left arm even lost a large piece of flesh and blood, looking extremely ferocious.

Playing hide-and-seek with a fifth-level master would naturally be negligent.

It was the damage caused by a spear, which was extremely heavy. It was originally aimed at his heart. He tried his best, but he couldn't completely avoid flying over his left arm, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood.

"What a fucking embarrassment!"

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

But soon, his face became gloomy again.

He thought of Pi Lin, whose life and death were unknown, and the eight tribal teenagers who left with Pi Ling Leopard, and recalling Pi Lin's abnormal posture at that time, Tang Xuanming's heart fell straight down.

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

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

……

"Cough...cough..."

Blood gushed out of Pi Lin's mouth as if he didn't want money, and every cough brought great pain, which made the face of this resolute old hunter crumpled into a ball.

Pilingbao looked at this hunter who had always been taciturn, tears flowed from his eyes uncontrollably.

Pilin's right foot was resting on his left hand, and his right hand was also twisted in abnormal pain. His forearm bone protruded from the flesh, pointing obliquely at the sky, as if mocking heaven and earth.

Moreover, there was also a rib protruding obliquely from his back, and blood was constantly flowing from it.

It is impossible to determine how many internal bones were broken.

The inhuman physique brought tenacious vitality to the old hunter, so that he did not die at this time, but it also brought him great pain at this time.

"Pilin...you..."

The young hunters guarded the surroundings silently, and some looked anxiously at the direction where Tang Xuanming and the middle-aged man disappeared, worried.

There was anger in each of their eyes, as if a flame was burning in their eyes.

"The witch doctor will find a solution. If you survive, I will take you back to the tribe."

Pilingbao, who always likes to break his mouth, looked at Pilin's miserable state, tears kept rolling down his cheeks, and his fists were clenched tightly, full of hatred.

He wanted to go back and work hard, even though he was far from being the opponent of that middle-aged man.

But looking at the eight teenagers who stood quietly by the side, choking silently, he couldn't take that step.

"...Soul Leopard!"

Pilin lying on the ground struggled to make a sound.

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

Pi Lingbao hastily wiped away the teardrops from his eyes, his vision was blurred, and he saw a distorted smile on Pi Lin's face, which made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and felt even more painful in his heart.

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

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

"I know, I know, stop talking!"

Pilingbao cried and wanted to plug the wound on his chest and abdomen, but when he pressed his hands on it, it felt soft, and he couldn't press the bones at all. His whole body felt like an electric shock, and he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

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

Needless to say, Pi Lingbao, the eight teenagers who have been paying attention to this place all gathered here, each with a sad look on their faces.

Pilin looked at these energetic youths, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body, and said with a little sadness: "Don't blame me, it is my decision not to return to the tribe, and we can only return to the tribe if we cannot be sure of safety. Will bring death to the Horde..."

"We don't regret it!"

The teenagers spoke in unison, and everyone looked at Pilin with sadness as his life was passing away from his body little by little.

Pilin nodded in relief, his gaze gradually dimmed, he looked towards the tribe, and murmured: "Unfortunately, I can't be buried in the tribe."

"Pi Lin (Uncle Pi)!"

There was a howl in the dense forest.

……

"call!"

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

But his heart is still sad, every time he thinks of the comfort of Pi Lin and others, it makes him anxious. He wants to return to reality from the altar, but he is afraid that the middle-aged man who has reached the fifth level will not leave.

At that time, what greeted him was a terrible blow.

"Don't panic!"

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

The nothingness in the center of the altar in front of him still didn't fluctuate at all, calm like a mirror.

The star above the head belonging to Qin Shimingyue was still dim, without the slightest brilliance, and 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 divine sense.

He couldn't help but sighed, and looked at the center of the altar as calm as a lake again.

If you want to go out, you must make a breakthrough in your current strength, at least you must have the strength to rival the fifth level of the Ant Emperor Law.

But now his strength is obviously not enough.

When he condensed all his energy into that calm void like water, faint whispers rang in his ears.

It seemed that countless flies were fluttering their wings, and it seemed that there were countless mosquitoes flying around his ears, which made him very irritable.

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

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

"Jingkang is ashamed, still unrepentant, distraught, praying to God to protect me, Da Song!"

"I want to become number one in the world, I want to kill Shangguan Jinhong, defeat old man Tianji, for this I am willing to give everything!"

……

One thought after another quickly passed through Tang Xuanming's mind. These voices were fast and slow, and even Tang Xuanming's ears couldn't hear them clearly. He could only hear a low murmur, and he couldn't understand the specific meaning at all. , There is no way to judge whether the speaker is a man or a woman.

Usually, when he feels a kind of thought and divine thought, he will descend and feel the scene of that world, but now he can realize that he was sitting in a well and watching the sky before.

With his divine sense, he couldn't hear many words, let alone the decline of divine sense.

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

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

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

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

A few words rang clearly in his ears.

"In heaven, Zhang Xiaofan is willing to give everything if he can revive Baguio!"

"If you can keep Kong Ci from dying, Nie Feng will do whatever he wants!"

"I want delicious animal milk, just give me some!"

(End of this chapter)