When Chen An saw Ji Zheng, he was surprised and immediately wanted to ask why this guy came down and what happened outside.
As a result, Ji Zheng in Chen An's coffin saw his appearance clearly.
Suddenly, he was terrified and stared at Chen An: "Third Young Master...you you you..."
I've been talking for a long time but you still haven't given me any follow-up!
it turns out……
His eyes rolled back, his head tilted, and he passed out!
Chen An looked depressed!
Am I that scary?
Jing'an, who was standing next to him, was secretly amazed. This Chen An was so brave that he even dared to open the coffin and even... scared the person in the coffin to faint. This was too unbelievable!
Jing'an looked at the countless coffins and swallowed his saliva: "Master Chen, it's better not to move. If a powerful being is released, we might die here. It's better to find an exit and leave here as soon as possible!"
Chen An nodded and used the power of the Heavenly Demon Art to pull Ji Zheng out.
Originally, Chen An wanted to use the Art of Conferring the Gods, but he was worried that the Soul-Devouring Coffin would be afraid and run away.
Ji Zheng fainted, but Chen An did not wake him up. Instead, he put him aside.
Finding a way out is the most important thing right now!
The gate to the Demon Palace seems to be closed, but these soul-devouring coffins can still come in, which means... there is another entrance.
Where there is an entrance, there must be an exit!
Chen An and Jing An did not mention the past hatred at this moment. After all, they both had a common goal, and helping each other could be considered as a place for discussion.
pity!
After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the exit. It seemed that this magic palace only had this one hall and a door leading to a strange road.
Chen An and Jing An finally gave up because they couldn't find any exit.
Chen An sat on the ground helplessly, feeling somewhat sad. Could it be that... this young and promising young man like me is going to spend the rest of his life here?
Thinking about it, Chen An felt very unwilling, but helpless.
Jing'an seemed to be in a heavy mood and sat aside in silence.
At this time, Jing'an suddenly said: "Mr. Chen, it seems that we are going to die here."
"It's not easy to die, but I can't get out." Chen An sighed.
The two of them leaned against the wall, looking a little depressed.
Chen An suddenly said, "If you really can't get out, what will you be most reluctant to let go of?"
Jing'an was stunned for a moment, then frowned, as if in deep thought.
Seeing Jing'an didn't answer, Chen An turned around and asked doubtfully, "Is there no answer?"
Jing An said gloomily, "No, cultivators are dedicated to their practice, and their only hope is to reach the pinnacle of the great path of cultivation!"
Chen An sighed: "Why are all cultivators like this? Can't they just live a good life?"
Jing'an seemed a little excited when he heard Chen An's sigh.
"Live well? For us casual cultivators, the only way to survive in this place is to constantly grow stronger and struggle. We just want to live well, but do we have such a chance? Let alone the polar regions, even in Shenzhou, the strong prey on the weak. If you are not strong enough, not only yourself, but also your family and clan will face catastrophic disaster at any time. Strength is everything!"
At this point, Jing'an's eyes turned red and he clenched his remaining hand.
"Otherwise, you can only watch the people around you die tragically in front of you one by one!"
Having said that, Jing'an stared at Chen An, his tone becoming more and more excited!
"Mr. Chen, have you ever experienced this?"
"How many people do you think are like you, Master Chen, who are born with powerful backers and are protected by countless powerful guards wherever they go?"
"Even if you don't have any cultivation skills, you can still live a peaceful and carefree life. If you want powerful skills and techniques, or if you want heaven-defying treasures and resources, someone will deliver them to you!"
At the end, Jing'an closed his eyes, his voice trembling: "You... simply cannot understand that kind of powerlessness, that kind of despair!"
Chen An frowned and suddenly felt that Jing An was a man with a story!
At the same time, he understood what Jing'an said.
Chen An laughed at himself, spoke slowly, and told Jing An some things about his life before he entered the Fengshen Gate.
While wandering, he suffered all kinds of hardships, endured all kinds of bullying, and even did life-threatening things.
This did not make him despair. Chen An felt that things would always get better.
Later, he met Pang Chuwu, and he lived a stable life with food and drink, and a beautiful sister to love him.
He... no longer fights for a bite to eat!
After entering the Blood Spirit Sect, I was looked down upon, ridiculed, and bullied!
But he has a good attitude, because... it is much better than living as a wandering beggar!
He is not good at cultivation and has no ability, so how can he resist? If he doesn't have a good attitude and doesn't care, he can survive!
He must have been killed in the Blood Spirit Sect, how could he be alive until now!
After listening to Chen An's rather self-deprecating narration, Jing An frowned: "Aren't you from a noble family? How did you encounter these things?"
Chen An sighed and said earnestly:
"Everyone you see only sees their glamorous appearance. How can you know what they have been through?"
"How do you know that others haven't suffered?"
"Why do you think that others are living better than you without making great efforts?"
Jing'an didn't expect that this second-generation rich kid in his eyes had experienced so many things. He even thought about what Chen An had just said, and it seemed that he was even worse off than himself.
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