In the green-lit death well, Wu Gen and Du Ren passed through the circular platforms one after another, and slowly fell towards the bottom under the gaze of countless ferocious corpses. At this time, Wu Gen discovered that although he had broken through the fifth realm, he still could not see Du Ren's true realm.
"I didn't expect you to come back so soon. I thought it would take at least ten years." Du Ren looked at Wu Gen's appearance and couldn't help but sigh, "You still have the power of thunder in your body. You can survive and fall." It’s really not an easy task.”
"Senior Du's cultivation is even more difficult for me to predict. I think he has improved even more after a long separation." Naturally, Wu Gen greatly praised Du Ren's cultivation. This was not just a nice word on his part. When he first met Du Ren, he didn't feel how powerful he was. Now that he has broken through the fifth level, the opponent is still covered by clouds and fog, which inevitably makes Wu Gen curious.
"Soul Song helped me last time. I savored it carefully and gained a lot. I really need to thank you." Du Ren sincerely bowed to Wu Gen.
Wu Gen hurriedly returned the gift. He was a soft-spoken person, and he would not put on airs when being polite.
Walking down again, Wu Gen stared at Du Ren and asked curiously, "Senior Du, can a strange... strange person like you continue to practice? If he succeeds in his cultivation, will he be able to return to his former life?" appearance."
Du Ren chuckled lightly, pointed at the rows of corpses and said indifferently, "Just call them ghosts. Monsters like me who are neither living nor dead are actually not allowed between heaven and earth. It's just that there is a well of death. In this sheltered place, we barely had a roof over our heads.
As for cultivation, of course you can continue to practice just like a stranger.
But the thunder disaster cannot be avoided. Ghosts are inherently yin objects, and they have to face the most powerful thunder tribulations. When going through tribulations, the power of the celestial tribulations is naturally much higher than that of humans. Therefore, many ghosts have died under the tribulations.
Of course, if you are lucky enough to survive the disaster and replenish your Yang Fire, you will be no different from normal humans and can walk freely in the world. The ghosts at this time have little connection with their previous lives. After all, the biggest difference between people is that their souls are different. If their souls are already different, how can they be said to be the same person as before, and why bother to transform into the same person as before. A mere skin is just a stop on a reverse journey. "
At this point, Du Ren paused slightly and looked up at the mouth of the well that was unknown at how high it was. "When you reach the end of your practice, you will find that the skin will soon break down, but the consciousness will always remain, and only the soul can be explored. Break through the confusion in the sky."
Wu Genruo was thoughtful, and after thinking for a while he asked for advice: "I once saw a foreign race in Dayizhou, called Gui Zhen. They don't have a physical body, they live in spiritual dwellings, and they can also wander around the world. Are they? I have discovered the secret of cultivation."
"Returning to Truth, I've heard of it." Du Ren shook his head slightly and turned to look at Wu Gen, "What do you think about Returning to Truth?"
Wu Gen knew that the other party wanted to question him, and having such a senior who could answer questions would be of great benefit to his future cultivation. After pondering for a long time, he said cautiously: "I feel that they are human beings, but not human beings. Normally, all races practice cultivation first, then the spirit, first low, then high. Only by having deep roots and solid foundation can they gain the path to longevity and long-term vision." Those who have returned to their true form seem to be doing exactly the opposite, having the spirit first before taking form, and there are no disadvantages of refining the body."
"I have never seen
Those who have returned to the truth, but their way of cultivation seems to be exquisite, but in fact they have lost the important support of martial soul, just like a house loses its foundation and water loses its source.
As you said, they are therefore restricted to their spiritual abode and cannot escape from it for too long. so. "Du Ren rarely hesitated, and after considering his tone, he said: "So I feel that they are not creatures created by nature from heaven and earth, but more like they were created out of thin air."
Wu Gen looked at the Qian Nian on his wrist with a complicated expression. He came here today to ask for reinforcements and to ask for advice on spiritual practice, but he didn't expect to get such a shocking statement.
"Although I have never been to Dayi Continent, I have heard that all kinds of weird creatures exist in this continent, and some are even stranger than ghosts like us. Why." Du Ren turned to look at Wu Gen, blue fire flashed in his eyes. Without waiting for Wu Gen to answer, he continued:
"It's not so much a place abandoned by gods as it is a place blessed by gods. Otherwise, so many races wouldn't thrive in it. Wu Gen, remember, other races' cultivation
The law can be used as a reference but cannot be relied upon. Your martial spirit has been established, and it can be seen that the foundation is extremely solid. The soul is broken and then established, with the help of soul music, it is even more extraordinary. As long as you follow this path forward, when your soul is truly free, you will discover the true appearance of this world. "
"Could it be that the world we see now is all fake?" Wu Gen was a little stunned for a moment.
"How can it be true or false? A green insect crawls among the grass and trees, but the world it sees is real? A mayfly lives and dies, but the world it sees is real? Of course these are all true, but they are just what we think
True, it is said that the leopard can be seen in the tube. Du Ren looked at the large death well and said calmly, "Only by truly transcending and breaking the shackles of the world can we see the whole world and realize the true truth."
Seeing Wu Gen's silence, Du Ren suddenly felt that he had said too much, "There are many different paths to practice. Stones from other mountains can attack jade. It is good to listen more and see more, but you must not be confused by it." When it comes to your true path, only the one that suits you is the best. Your path of cultivation is inherently different from others, so copying it mechanically can only mean cutting your feet to fit the shoes."
Wu Gen respectfully bowed to Du Ren. He and his party died in the well today. Unexpectedly, there would be such a harvest. All this time, Wu Gen actually didn't have a real leader. Wu Mo could only count half of it. The path of cultivation could only be to cross the river by feeling the stones, and it would be up to you wherever you go. Du Ren said very few words today. Not only did he benefit a lot, but he also broadened his horizons. How could he not be grateful to Wu Gen?
When walking on the bumpy road of spiritual practice with no end in sight, it would be great if someone shouts from a distance to prevent you from getting lost in the wilderness. As for how to get there, whether to crawl or walk, that can only be determined by your own destiny.
Du Ren accepted the gift calmly and continued to sink with Wu Gen, finally reaching the bottom of the Dead Well. It was here last time that he met the four ghost generals including Qiu Bo, Zhang Yun, Wang Kang, and Zhao Qi.
In the cold red flames, Uncle Qiu, who was born with two horns, dragged out the hammer, and the huge tiger body emitted bursts of light under the flames. "I said whose soul is so smelly, it turns out to be you." , Hahaha, why, he died outside, come to me and wait."
Wu Gen did not say anything
Yu, these ghosts do not rely on appearance to recognize people, but more on identifying souls, so it is not surprising that they can recognize themselves.
Du Ren took a step back and put Wu Gen in front. Wu Gen glanced at the other three people and raised the ring in his hand, "Everyone, are you willing to go out with me to fight?"
"Haha, I stayed in this dark place because I died in the war. Now you want me to go out to fight. Are you afraid that I won't die?" Uncle Qiu sneered from the side.
Before he finished speaking, Wu Gen gently picked up the sword with his thumb. An almost imperceptible cold light cut through the sea water lightly and fell in front of Qiu Pai. In the eyes of others, this sword is really unremarkable. I am afraid that any ghost here can cut it.
Du Ren was shocked and looked at Wu Gen in surprise. In the water, he could still inevitably feel the ripples of energy and blood when the Sevenfold Slash was operating. Such a powerful sword looked weak, but in fact it was extremely sharp. The majestic sword energy gathered into a line, and it actually made people swim slowly in the well. The undercurrent stagnated.
Moreover, looking at Wu Gen's starting position, it is somewhat similar to his own sword technique. Thinking that Wu Gen should have stolen this skill from me last time, I couldn't help but become curious in my heart, wanting to see how far Wu Gen could do it.
Uncle Qiu shook his huge head. He was about to say a few sarcastic words when he suddenly saw his general's solemn eyes. In the midst of his doubts, he suddenly understood why Du Ren was so cautious.
Only when the thin sword energy came closer did the sharp sword intention really burst out. What kind of keenness is this? It is unstoppable. If you can't stop it, you will die if you stop it. In an instant, Uncle Qiu's body was like sieve chaff. Although the person opposite was in the same realm as him.
At the same time, I even have a higher level of accumulation than him, but I can't solve this knife.
Even though he has died, he has finally regained consciousness relying on this corpse. If he dies again, the name Chou Bo will no longer exist in the world. For a moment, Uncle Qiu felt extremely regretful as to why he had provoked this lunatic.
The sword energy passed over Uncle Qiu's head lightly, cut off one of his horns, and shot towards the wall of the Dead Well. The farther back, the more violent the sword energy became, and when it hit the wall of the well,
On the wall that had not moved for many years, an arc of more than thirty feet long suddenly appeared, cutting the corpses on the opposite side into pieces.
Suddenly there was a thunderous sound in the well, and the sudden change frightened the ghosts who were accustomed to peace and were hiding in the well. They ran around and howled.
Du Ren let out a long and sharp scream, and the sound surged through the well like a sword. The ghosts running around and fighting covered their heads and howled in pain. After a cup of tea, these calmed ghosts finally slowly returned to their positions without causing any greater commotion.
Looking at the fading arc light, Du Ren nodded slightly. He had used knives in his life and death, so how could he not see the secret behind it. The Death Well does not actually exist in the world, but is a separate space, and the well wall is the boundary of the space.
Wu Gen's sword seemed crude at first, but in fact, before the sword came out, the blood was like a river pouring down from the mountains, and it had been running through the meridians for forty-nine days in an instant.
Under the stimulation of waves, the energy and blood moved to a terrifying state, and the powerful superposition formed such a sword energy. This is because Wu Gen didn't use all his strength. Otherwise, how many ghosts would have really
die.
It is foreseeable that given time, this sword can cut open space, and by then, Wu Gen will truly rise to the level of existence close to the top of the mountain in the world. As expected, he would rather offend a white-headed man than bully a young man. Fortunately, he was treated politely that day, otherwise he would have been killed by this man many years later.
Fortunately, Du Ren glanced coldly at Zhang Yun and others, indicating that they should not make mistakes.
Wu Gen held a severed horn and put the tip of the knife on Uncle Qiu's face, "Surrender or die."
Uncle Qiu glanced at Wu Gen helplessly. When they first met, this man used some strange means to restrain himself. To be honest, he was still a little dissatisfied. Relying on foreign objects was not a long-term solution.
But now that the other party really has the strength to take down me, what else can he have to be stubborn? He can only lower his head slightly and say, "I am willing to obey my lord."
"Call the village leader." Wu Gen proudly raised Qiu Bo's chin with the tip of his knife.
"The village...the village master." Uncle Qiu didn't realize for a moment what the village master was.
Wu Gen nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Zhang Yun and other ghosts. Before Wu Gen could speak, Zhao Qi had already stood up. He still had his body intact and dressed up like a scholar, "I am originally from the village master."
"Very good, since you have died once, you can't lie to ghosts." Wu Gen raised the ring in his hand and floated in the well of death, looking around like a king. "Follow me to the ground and give death to you." To your opponents, let the blood of fear stain this sea red."
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