Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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Time moves on.

The next day, Ji Cangmang dragged his injured leg into the mine, but he worked harder than the day before, digging as much as 540 yuan.

And that night, Ji Cangmang cut himself with an ax again!

With the help of Muzhiyuan, Ji Cangmang was able to recover quickly on his own without any medicine, but it was a pity that Muzhiyuan couldn't suppress the drug addiction of Hunger Grass.

Another three or four days later, in the camp on the side of the small race alliance, Huangyuan Chuang also had an irresistible addiction, and this person, like Ji Cangmang, stabbed himself mercilessly.

Although this person does not have the source of wood to recover, he has the seniors of the three-eyed clan to help him recover with mana. In addition, he has a good physique, so he is not afraid of getting hurt.

The two are almost in sync again.

No one knows exactly what this synchronization means.

……

The time was spent by the two of them cutting into their own bodies with a knife and an axe.

The addiction to the sausage grass was finally suppressed by the two of them. As long as they stopped eating, they could basically get rid of the addiction to the sausage grass.

But the fire of hunger brought by the grass came over again, and this fire of hunger could not be extinguished even by mana.

"Fuck, God, are you trying to torture me to death?"

That night, Huangyuan Chuang glared at Sky Road after drinking half his stomach water, and roared angrily, "I've already scarred myself so much, why do you still push me to a dead end?"

With a somewhat crazy roar, it sounded outside the camp, and at the same time, it was also transmitted into the camp.

Hearing the sound of Wasteland Chuang, many monks in the camp walked out of the door and stared at Wasteland Chuang.The look in the eyes, or ridicule, or emotion, or sigh.

Among them, there was a tall and thin old man in a cold gray robe.Eyes are the most complicated.This old face was long and thin, with vertical and horizontal wrinkles, like old tree bark, but when standing there, it gave people a feeling of piercing through the clouds, and there was an indescribable aura on his body, which instantly suppressed the others.

Know without asking.Before his cultivation was abolished, he was definitely not an ordinary character.

On the forehead of the old man, there is also a third eye erected. This old man is another three-eyed monk in this small ethnic alliance, named Meng Qi.Although few people here know the origin of his identity.But in the space-time Xinghai, this person is a well-known cultivator, even Huang Yuan Chuang was shocked when he recognized the identity of this person.

About Monchi's past.Not much to mention for the time being, but only after this old man comes out.Seeing Huang Yuan Chuang's appearance, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

But what right does he have to blame Huang Yuan Chuang?He himself gave up earlier than rushing into the wasteland.Think here.Monkey shook his head again, this time the object of his sigh was obviously himself.

……

"Isn't it just a corpse? I'll show you what I'm eating!"

Huang Yuan Chuang said again, and after the sound, he dragged his wet clothes and walked towards the shore, gnashing his teeth and staring coldly, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be angry with God.

Many monks looked at the corners of their mouths.

There was no dead body in Huang Yuan Chuang's hands. After landing, he came directly towards the camp, aiming at the direction of Monkey. Most of these powerful old guys had hidden some in their hands.

As for the monks, no matter inside or outside the camp, they all showed excited smiles when they saw the wasteland rushing.

The last outlier finally succumbed!

Huang Yuan Chuang's surrender brought them an indescribable pleasure, as if a demon in their hearts had been eliminated, and there was no exception from now on, and they no longer had any strange feelings in their hearts.

"Brother Wasteland, that's right!"

Along the way, some monks applauded loudly, laughing strangely.

"He who understands the current affairs is a hero. Friends of the wilderness, this move is really the way of heaven."

Another monk said.

At this moment, Huang Yuan Chuang's complexion was unusually gloomy, and he suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if there were countless monsters dancing on both sides of his path, cheering and jumping for joy.

And the road ahead seems to lead to endless darkness.

Hallucinations occur suddenly.

Huang Yuan Chuang suddenly felt that the front was pitch black, and he could no longer see other people in his field of vision, only groups of blurred figures, dancing in the darkness, but strangely silent.

This kind of feeling makes the wilderness tremble.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sound of heartbeat, but at this moment, gradually came back, beating his heart.

"No, I can't do that!"

Huang Yuan Chuang's footsteps were suddenly fixed, his eyes were dull, and his narrow and indifferent face tensed up.

hum!

His mind returned to reality again, and the jokes and jokes of the cultivators, and even the sound of ridicule, rushed into his ears.

After standing there in a daze for a while, the wilderness suddenly showed firmness again in the depths of his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the river again.

Seeing this scene, the voices of all the cultivators stopped abruptly, and their eyes all fell on Huang Yuan Chuang!

After a while, all the cultivators opened their eyes even more, and clearly felt that a breath of Dao heart was rising from Huang Yuan Chuang's body, and it was rising wildly, like an invisible flame, burning on Huang Yuan Chuang's body. Burning up, and getting stronger and stronger!

Huang Yuan Chuang himself also noticed it, his eyes were shaken, and he was about to put down his steps to feel it, but his eyes flashed, and he continued to walk forward without stopping.

"Is that the breath of the rock mood?"

A monk was surprised, and his voice was full of inconceivable tone.

"This kid, who has become a mortal, can still comprehend Dao Mind?"

The second person's voice was even more speechless.

"No, it's not a complete mortal body. In our minds, the primordial spirit and divine soul are still there."

said the third.

……

After the three of them, no one could speak. In the camp, Meng Qi had already embraced his hands, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Seeing the juniors in his clan break through the most difficult adversity is really rare good news for this old man.

The breath of the rock is still rising, until it reaches the level of the heart of artistic conception, it finally stops.

Wasteland break.The heart of the rock is done!

The comprehension of a heart of artistic conception is of course impossible to make those monks in the starry sky stage feel jealous, but it at least shows that the heaven is still favoring the wilderness. The favor of the heaven is mysterious and empty.But at a critical moment in the future, it may be of great help.

At this moment, almost all the monks began to regret, regretting that they were not determined.Give up early.

Bang!

Huang Yuan rushed into the river, splashing water all over the sky.

"Hahaha---"

After taking a few sips of swig, Huang Yuan Chuang laughed like no one was there, and roared to the sky as if talking to himself: "God is still looking after me. He really didn't abandon me. My heart is as firm as a rock. If I can hold on for longer, I want to see myself alone with a rock!"

boom!

The sound was like rolling thunder, exploding in the wilderness.

The light of the stars and the moon fell in the sky.The tall figure who pushed the wasteland into the wilderness was exceptionally clearly illuminated, and his body, which had obviously lost weight, was filled with the feeling of casting steel instead.

As for the burning feeling of hunger, it gradually faded a bit.

……

Another place, outside the Human Race camp.

Ji Cangmang is still persisting. His drug addiction started earlier than Huangyuan Chuang, but it didn't end earlier, because he ate more and had a greater drug addiction.

On this day, Ji Cangmang finally suppressed his drug addiction, and his intense hunger also burned.

A gulp of water entered Ji Cangmang's belly, just like Huang Yuan Chuang, it also had little effect and could not relieve hunger.

However, Ji Cangmang did not go ashore to look for human flesh to eat like Huangyuan Chuang, and was still persisting. In the early morning of this day, just before going to the mine, the breath of the rocky artistic conception finally surged up and burned blazingly.

The astonishment of the cultivators naturally need not be mentioned.

Just like Huangyuan Chuang, the breath of the Dao Heart doesn't stop until it reaches the level of the Heart of Rock.

"This kid..."

At this moment, how many monks are surprised, how many monks are upset.

……

Time moves on.

The suppressing effect of the Heart of Rock on hunger gradually dissipated after all.

Ji Cangmang and Huangyuan Chuang, since they chose this path and received the blessings of heaven, they naturally couldn't give up anymore, and they were still fighting against the hunger brought about by the sausage grass, which even mana could not eliminate.

On this day, Huang Yuan fell into the water, hugging his stomach, and there was a severe pain like a spasm in his stomach. He already felt that the shadow of death was coming. If he didn't eat any more, he might really starve to death.

But the rock he was looking forward to, never came.

Consciousness gradually fainted.

It was already late at night, and a group of monks had already fallen asleep after absorbing the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and no one paid any attention to him.

The wasteland is about to fall.

At this moment, the abnormality lasts forever.

While half awake, Huang Yuan Chuang saw two golden fishes, one big and one small, swimming over in the upstream river.

……

The gurgling sound of water, the sound of Ding Dong!

Two golden fishes, one big and one small, swim from the upper reaches, like a mother and child, playing happily, and the big and round eyes even reveal the joy of human beings, carefree, in the moonlight Looking down, it is very moving.

The little fish chased the big fish, and the big fish seemed to be playing with his own child, dodging here and there, turning his head from time to time and glancing at him, which made the little fish chase after him even more cheerfully, the two fish, Indulging in his own world, he didn't seem to notice that there was a person standing in the water not far away.

"Fish...there are fish...there are fish..."

At this moment in the wasteland, his consciousness was a little blurred, and his upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together.

But the color of these two fishes is so bright, like gold, it stimulates his eyes and wakes up his mind again.

Looking at the two fish approaching, Huang Yuan Chuang's eyes showed ecstasy.

About the existence of fish in this river, it has already spread among the new monks. Many monks searched, but they didn't find half of them. Most of the monks who came earlier were just rumors.No one believes it anymore.

"God is still looking after me!"

Huang Yuan Chuang's eyes lit up, and he said with great joy in his heart. In fact, he opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound.

He took it for granted that Heaven was taking care of him, and when he persisted to the end, he was about to starve to death.Two fish were delivered.

These two fish, the big one was as long as two chopsticks, and the small one was four or five inches long, like carp and crucian carp, fat and strong, enough for him to have a full meal.

At this moment, Huang Yuan Chuang had already forgotten why he was not alone in the rock.

Whoa!

The sound of water sounded.

The wilderness rushed out of the water with both arms.Squeeze out the last strands of magic power in your body, release two wireless ropes, and wind them towards the two fish.

The water surface was only up, and the strong wind suddenly picked up, and the two fish finally realized that something was wrong at this moment.There was a look of horror in his eyes, and he quickly swam upstream, looking in a hurry.

But in order to protect the little fish, the big fish swims behind it.Constantly use the body, back and forth from left to right.It's like trying to block the attack of the small fish, and the scene is moving.

Unfortunately, after all, there are two fish.

Swish!

Big fish swimming behind.It was the first to be caught out of the water, flying upside down, and fell into the left palm of Huangyuan Chuang. The little fish seemed to sense that the breath of the big fish was far away, and looked back, his eyes were full of panic and sadness, as if he had lost his mind. Mother, helpless child in general.

Swish!

With the second sound, the little fish was also taken out of the water, and also flew upside down into Huang Yuan Chuang's hands without any suspense.

Huang Yuan Chuang stood in the water, holding the two fish in each hand, and there were only two pieces of meat left in his eyes, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the two fish looking at each other showed a look of parting from life and death, especially It was the little fish looking into the eyes of the big fish, as if begging him to save himself.

But Big Yu had no way to save him, so he had no choice but to look at Huang Yuan Chuang, his eyes were also full of pleading voices.If he could make a human voice, it must be heart-piercing at this moment.

At this moment, Huangyuan Chuang was completely lost in his heart, he didn't care about the eyes of the two fish, opened his mouth, and directly bit the little fish.

twist!

struggle!

Golden awn!

Surprised!

Wasteland Chuang will never know what a great opportunity this decision means to him, and he is walking away.

……

"call--"

On the top of the only high mountain that Huangyuan Chuang couldn't reach and didn't know, an old man, who was thousands of feet away, had a panoramic view of Huangyuan Chuang at this moment, and sighed slightly.

After this sigh, the old man withdrew his eyes, stopped looking at the wasteland, and said to himself: "Another junior who has failed in success... Could it be that I am asking too much?"

This old voice is unusually hollow, like the sound from a hole flute, coming from a distant time, full of vicissitudes.

And with fatigue, helplessness, and disappointment.

On the top of the mountain was an irregular piece of grass. The old man was sitting cross-legged in the void four or five feet above the ground. A dozen black iron chains protruded from the ground below, pierced into his body, and then Then he got out and locked him tightly.

Chest, dantian, bone fragments, thighs... It looked hideous and terrifying.

These black iron chains, with black awns shining, are only as thick as an adult's finger, but they exude an extremely powerful aura, as if they are some kind of secret treasure.

As for the old man, he was an abnormally skinny male old man, wearing a tattered blue gown, as if he had destroyed a lot in a certain battle.

Under the tattered gown, the flesh and blood body was exposed, so thin that it was creepy, with arms as thin as a baby's arms, and ribs.

Even so, this old body does not show the slightest slump, the spine is straight and straight to the extreme, like a dead bamboo standing on the top of a mountain, even if it dies, it will never bend. Exuding an indescribably awe-inspiring aura, this aura is awe-inspiring.

As for the appearance of the old man, it is unusually clear and thin. Although there is no flesh on the cheeks, it surprisingly gives people a sense of immortality, rather than a ghostly feeling.

This old man has a rare blue complexion, protruding cheekbones, two long snow-white eyebrows hanging down from the corners of his eyes, a head of long hair that is also snow-white, a thin and pointed nose, and the gaze in his two eyes is unusually bright and clear. It gives people the feeling that demons dare not look directly at them.

After withdrawing his gaze, the old man fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the old man's eyes flashed.

Waves in space stirred up beside him, and before the waves settled down, a figure, like a ghost, appeared out of thin air in the void beside him.

This person is also an old man, but his body is unusually majestic, like a mountain, with short green hair, shaking like a vine, and a cold and domineering cold light shot out of his wide-eyed eyes.

This person turned out to be the God Lord of the common people.

After the Lord Cangsheng arrived, he did not speak to the old man Qinghuang immediately. Instead, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced at the four camps at the bottom of the mountain. Is such a guy the race you place your hope in?"

"They don't represent all of them."

The old man said lightly.

The Lord Cangsheng snorted coldly again: "Then tell me, how much is needed to represent everything, and I will capture them and show you that you can never win this world by relying on benevolence, righteousness and righteousness, our spiritual root clan , and will never be able to truly stand in the forest of ten thousand races."

At the end of the voice, there was a bit of growling.The God Lord Cangsheng seems to have a lot of fluctuations in his mind, but his eyes are extremely firm.

The old man Qinghuang frowned, with a look of pity in his eyes, and did not answer.

A moment of silence.

……

"Brother Gu Zhi, I need your help."

After a long time, the God Lord Cangsheng spoke again, with an unusually gentle voice, and his eyes seemed to be a little gentler. He turned his head, stared at the old man and said: "Although there are not many Star Lords in the other big races in the Jupiter Region, at least There are always two or three, and among the spiritual roots, apart from me and the fallen Taoist Yangliu, I haven't heard of any one who has advanced to the Star Master Realm, but I am sure that our top ten Spiritual roots all have the potential to become a star lord, brother Gu Zhi, as long as you swear to help me, I will immediately give you your freedom, and I will do everything I can to help you reach the star lord's realm in the shortest possible time."

God Lord Cangsheng's eyes were burning like fire, and he said after finishing speaking: "Let us work together to create an eternal kingdom of freedom and peace for the spiritual roots in this world, isn't that also your ideal?"

It has to be said that the words of God Lord Cangsheng are extremely provocative, and very sincere, without the slightest hint of hypocrisy.

It's a pity that the Qinghuang old man was unmoved. He may have heard it many times, and without even blinking his eyes, he said indifferently: "If you don't have a stand that transcends race, you can never expect to be followed by me!"

As soon as these words came out, fierce and fierce aura immediately appeared in the eyes of the God Lord Cangsheng.

The old man Qinghuang didn't care at all, looked directly at the other person and said: "I admire your ambition very much, but our paths are different, no matter which step we reach, I will not agree with your way, you The way of overlord will only bring killing and destruction to the Linggen clan and other races, not freedom and peace."

The old man's eyes became clearer and brighter.

The God Lord of the common people looked at him, with an indescribable complex look in his eyes, and an undisguised killing intent, surging like a tide.

After a long time, the killing intent gradually subsided, and the God Lord Cangsheng said in a deep voice: "I will prove it to you, my road of overlord is the one that is most suitable for the survival and rise of the spiritual root clan. I don't care about race life or death."

This person is obviously a strong-minded man who is loyal to himself.

The old man said nothing.

"My patience is getting less and less. If you are still stubborn, then don't blame me for refining you into an incarnation outside my body one day!"

After the God Lord Cangsheng said again, his figure flashed again and disappeared out of thin air. He didn't know where he went.

……

"call--"

After being silent for more than ten breaths, the old man sighed again, his eyes were full of helplessness and deep disappointment.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.The old man turned his eyes to another direction at the foot of the mountain, and said to himself: "What will you do?"

That direction is the direction of the camp of the human race. (to be continued~^~)