Perhaps human beings have always been good at making it a habit to endure pain. After suffering all the way, the originally unbearable stinging pain has become a "small wound" like a broken wrist and leg.

At least when it hit again, Lin Hao didn't feel too reluctant. He just sighed and recalled the progress bar of the promotion interface - the gold bar has already covered a small part of the border, and the progress bar is marked with 27%.

"That's it." In fact, as far as the first one percent is concerned, the data and speed are already very good. Thinking of the danger that he almost died, Lin Hao can only sigh again.

"I'm almost killed," he complained. "Just give me 27 percent progress? Well, let's say 35 percent. Then I can round it up to half of the progress. "

He said so, the effect of transmitting talisman has completely disappeared, covering up the light of Lin Hao's body, and finally there is no trace.

There was no worst-case scenario. His arms and legs were still alive, and his internal organs were not half missing. Apart from the pain brought by his promotion to Emperor Wu, and although he was given some spiritual power by MengYue, he could still be called a dry meridian.

There are injuries all over his body, cracked meridians, and clothes with strong smell of blood. Now Lin Hao is healthy and can even beat a dozen demon emperors. In short, he is still a vegetable chicken, let alone a demon emperor. Now a dozen demon emperors may be able to beat him in the air.

"This is how hard life is..." Lin Hao stroked his hair in the air sorrowfully, and looked at the woods under him slowly with his melancholy eyes.

Compared with the endless snow, the continuous green is just a wisp of spring breeze to comfort him, which makes him feel happy all over.

is the telegraph symbol that suck no power, though it has not been taken away from him, but * * has sent him to the sky above the forest.

The so-called sky is not one kilometer above the free fall, but as soon as Lin Hao turns his head, he can see the misty clouds around him. As soon as he lowers his head, he can see most of the forest clearly.

He even had some difficulty in breathing. From the moment when the light disappeared, he had to hold his breath and concentrate. From time to time, he took two big breaths to relieve his lungs that had been choked to the explosion.

The next time I go out, I must see the Yellow calendar. Lin Hao looks at the closer and closer dense canopy without expression. He thinks silently in his heart that when my ancestors say it's not suitable to go out, I'll let the wind and rain beat me and never come out.

It's not surprising that Lin Hao thinks so. Before this journey, it was too smooth. Even if it was a crisis, it was also a way to turn the crisis around. Now it's like a series of Jedi fleeing. Listening to Canggou talking to him all the time, Lin Hao has a feeling that he will rush to the street on the spot in the next second.

Especially when he thought that he would rush to the street at that time, and that he might commit his affairs to Canggou with tears in his eyes when he was dying. The goods might be totally ungrateful, and he would only shake his shoulder and cry about the scene of letting him clean all the stone objects first, which made him even more angry and depressed.

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