The strongest training system

Chapter 145: Go Back in Time
The heavy rain lasted for a day and a night, as if the heavens were crying for the destruction of the Xuejian Gate, and it didn't start to rain until the next morning.

Wang Hao's blood has been drained, and there is no one who can stand beside him.

Xuejianmen has been completely turned into ruins, and all the resources that can be moved in the sect have been swept away.

The dead disciples of Xuejianmen were thrown everywhere, and the rings between their fingers were also taken off.

The entire Snow Sword Sect was shrouded in the breath of death, and there was no longer the vitality of the past.

The light rain gradually stopped, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone on the ground.

Wang Hao, who was lying in the puddle, suddenly moved his fingers slightly, and after that, his body was covered in blue light!

Wang Hao's right eye, which had been closed all the time, opened on its own, and the witch pattern on the blue eyeball exuded strange power.

Supernatural powers, reincarnation!

After the blue light enveloped Wang Hao's whole body, his body twisted violently as if he had fallen into the gap of time and space.

With Wang Hao's body as the center, a huge vortex is formed, and the time and space at the center of the vortex are being reversed!

Wang Hao's lost consciousness re-condensed and became more and more clear.

"Where is this?"

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wang Hao was a little lost. At this moment, he was standing on a cold peak, the peak was empty, and the cold wind pierced his bones.

In the center of the cold peak, there is a huge gully that runs across the entire cold peak. The edge of the gully is very smooth, as if it was cut open by a sword!

Wang Hao immediately recognized this ravine, which was the Hidden Sword Valley!
"The Hidden Sword Valley was obviously suppressed by the sect with buildings, why is it like this?"

"No! There is no shadow of Xue Jianmen on this cold peak!"

"Hmm... my head hurts!"

"I remembered... I was killed by Ling Xie. I should have died at this time. Why did I appear on Hidden Sword Valley?"

"I remember that before my consciousness dissipated, all my energy was condensed to the right eye. Could it be that I subconsciously triggered reincarnation and saved myself?"

Wang Hao looked around, and as expected, the space around him was slightly distorted.

Taking a closer look at his hands and feet, they were all translucent. Wang Hao leaned over to try to touch the ground, but his palms easily passed through the rocks on the ground.

"Sure enough... am I in the gap between time and space?"

Wang Hao understood his situation at this time, and he sighed: "The distortion of time and space must be the result of the activation of reincarnation. I think I will die."

"Because reincarnation is triggered by unconsciousness, my consciousness was thrown into the time and space before the Xuejianmen was established. I really don't know how long I will stay here..."

Standing on the top of the cold peak, Wang Hao was a little distressed, he didn't know when he would be able to return to his own time and space.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, ten days have passed, Wang Hao has been staying on the cold peak, because he only has consciousness and no body, so he can't practice even if he wants to.

Wang Hao sighed: "I really don't know how long this kind of life will last. Is it possible that I have to experience the rise and fall of Xuejianmen completely?"

Wang Hao was about to leave Hanfeng. This silent atmosphere was really tormenting people's spirit.

At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly saw a figure walking towards the peak step by step from the path in the mountain.

"Huh? Will someone come to such a place where the birds don't shit?"

Wang Hao walked in and saw that he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The boy's realm was not high, and he only had the fifth level of Yuanwu Realm.

Climbing up the cold peak, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously with his patched sleeves. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and in the bamboo basket were a few freshly picked spirit grasses.

The young man glanced at Hanfeng, with a disappointment on his immature face. He muttered to himself, "Didn't you say that there are precious spiritual herbs on the top of the cold wind? Why can't you see even a trace of green at a glance?"

The boy seemed to be tired and sat down on the ground.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll go down the mountain when I regain some strength, and I won't dig any more spiritual grass. How can I sell money for martial skills?"

The cold peak temperature of this season is suitable, the boy unexpectedly fell asleep, and after some time, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves woke him up with fright.

The young man trembled all over and got up from the ground. Only then did he realize that at some point, a strong wind blew up on the cold peak.

The strong wind blew into the Hidden Sword Valley and turned into a passing valley wind, which made the sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

The young man was surprised and said: "Why is there such a deep canyon on the top of the cold peak? Everyone says that the place where there are few people is full of long spirit grass. Maybe there will be new discoveries in the valley!"

Thinking of this, the tiredness on the young man's face disappeared. He hurried to the edge of the valley, bent down and looked into the valley.

The sun shines in from the mouth of the valley, but the bottom of the valley cannot be seen clearly, but the depth of the valley can be seen.

There was a hesitant expression on the boy's face, he seemed to be struggling, should he go down to the valley to check it out.

"I didn't bring any rope, if I fell while climbing, I'm afraid I'll die!"

"Afraid of a bird! If you find a precious spiritual grass, you can buy a book of Huang-rank sixth-rank martial arts with the exchange money! Fight!"

The boy made up his mind, he leaned down cautiously, and began to crawl towards the bottom of the valley.

Wang Hao shook his head helplessly, this young man is really too reckless, the bottom of the valley is dark, and he doesn't have a torch to illuminate him, if he accidentally stepped on the ground, he would really die.

"For a spiritual herb, this young man is too desperate."

Thinking of this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Wang Hao's mind, his eyes widened, and he looked at the young man who was climbing the rock carefully, with as exciting an expression as he wanted.

"Looking for spirit grass...climbing the cold peak...into the deep valley, this young man, could it be the patriarch?!"

Wang Hao remembered the volume of notes that Mr. He had shown him, and after comparing them one by one, he suddenly found that his guess was correct!

Wang Hao smiled wryly in his heart and said, "I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness the true face of the Patriarch."

Thinking of this, Wang Hao no longer hesitated, he jumped into the bottom of the valley, and since he was convinced that the young man in front of him was the Patriarch, Wang Hao understood that this small cliff couldn't stop him.

The bottom of the valley was still the same. Wang Hao waited for half a day before the boy came to the bottom of the valley.

The young man was drenched with sweat, and shivering with the cold when the valley wind blew.

"At the risk of being thrown to death, I climbed down after a lot of hardships. I hope I can find something!"

The boy just took a step, but he staggered and fell to the ground. He sat up and realized that his knees were injured while climbing.

"Why are you so unlucky!"

The boy frowned, tore off his two sleeves, and tied them to his knees. Enduring the pain, he began to search for spiritual herbs.

However, to his disappointment, after searching for a whole day and night, nothing was found.

"Why did God tease me!"

The young man slumped on the ground with a look of despair on his face. He took out a hard steamed bun from the bamboo basket behind his back, and took a hard bite. Only then did Wang Hao realize that the young patriarch, even a warrior, had a Yuan Ring. Never owned.

"Only by suffering and suffering can one become a master. This sentence is really most suitable for the patriarch."

After eating a cold steamed bun, the young man did not take out the remaining two steamed buns from the bamboo basket. His knees were injured and he could not risk climbing up. He might have to stay at the bottom of the valley for a few days, and these two steamed buns were just all his food left.

After staying at the bottom of the valley for three consecutive days, the injury on the boy's knee finally healed, and he was about to leave the dark valley and return to the cold peak.

Just as he was about to climb, Gu Nei suddenly thought of a deafening roar.

"Boom!"

This is the sound of thunder echoing in the valley, and it is going to rain.

The young man's complexion was as ugly as it could be. Once it rained, the originally smooth valley wall would become greasy. If his hands were slippery, he would be stuck here for the rest of his life.

"People are unlucky, drinking water hurts the teeth!"

The boy had no choice but to give up his plan to go out of the valley and continue to suffer in the valley.

After a while, the rain fell, because the sun was covered by dark clouds outside, the bottom of the valley was completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

It rained heavily for a long time, and the boy dozed off. Suddenly, a thunderbolt woke him up!
The young man shuddered, just in time to see a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket burst from not far away.

"I can't even sleep well."

The boy was about to close his eyes and continue to sleep soundly, but at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared.

Where the thunder exploded, two glowing figures suddenly appeared. They were two mighty middle-aged men. They were floating in the air, each holding a sword in their hands, and their clothes were windless and automatic.

The two middle-aged men were just phantoms, but the power they displayed invisible made the young man breathless.

Two warriors who were so powerful that they could not be described in words fought fiercely in the valley. The sword moves they used vaguely contained some kind of true meaning, which made people lose their minds.

Looking at the battle between the two strong men, the boy's eyes became blurred, and he was completely immersed in it.

The phantom of Wang Hao was standing beside the young man. He watched the fierce confrontation between the two great emperors, and sighed in his heart: "In order to snatch the treasure, I didn't see this scene. I didn't expect that there would be a chance to come again!" Watch it once!"

Naturally, Wang Hao would not let go of this opportunity. Like the boy, he fell into an epiphany.

The more Wang Hao watched, the more surprised he became. The sword moves of the two great emperors all had traces of the righteousness of the sword. Although they were not as pure as the righteousness contained in the fragments of the sword, they were truly displayed.

Wang Hao firmly memorized every move of the two great emperors in their confrontation. He extracted the righteousness of the swordsmanship contained in the sword moves, and corresponded them one by one with the records in the fragments of the swordsmanship.

Two teenagers of similar age, under the arrangement of fate, did the same thing at the same time.

The two great emperors fought for three days and three nights, and Wang Hao and the two had an epiphany for three days and three nights. When the two great emperors died together, the images stopped abruptly.

Wang Hao and the young man woke up at the same time, both of them were shocked!

The young man danced excitedly, "If I learn such a profound meaning, I will definitely become a strong person and start a sect!"

Compared to the young man, Wang Hao was much calmer. He sighed: "I have been struggling to understand the righteousness recorded on the kendo fragments. I never thought that after some adventures, I could easily grasp most of them. I just need to verify more. His strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds!"

The young patriarch left, but Wang Hao stayed in this dark Hidden Sword Valley. He made up his mind to comprehend all the great righteousness recorded on the fragments of sword art before returning to his own time and space!

(End of this chapter)