Mr. Guo was lost in thought for a while as he looked at the figure flying across the plain. He didn't pay attention to the two guys who appeared beside him. He slowly walked down the slope to the flat ground and stepped onto the road. Light finely ground particles.
The moonlight fell on him through the mist, and there was no life left, let alone fresh air like water.
"Observe with your heart how he did it"
The old man murmured to himself, the earth is still the same ferocious place, and the sky is still the broken sky.
The murmurs ringing in his ears had no effect on him at all.
Behind him were a big man in black and a slim woman covered in white gauze. They were silent. They had long noticed the little human guy who had talked with the old man and was good at raising a ghost.
Old man Guo is really good-tempered.
If anyone adopts a ghost dangling in front of their eyes, they should blow their soul out of their body as soon as possible.
They can not take the little ghosts seriously, and even use the ghosts that have advanced to the fifth level as supplements, but if others dare to take good care of the ghosts and still appear in the fog of lost souls, they are too impatient to live.
"That little guy is quite famous, Feng Niang, let's go talk to the little guy."
After walking with them for a while, the big man in black deliberately stirred up trouble.
What did the old man and the little guy talk about? Because they were on the old man's territory, the old man used some tricks, but they couldn't hear it, and they didn't listen deliberately.
"Okay, please go to Dark Soul Terrace as a guest for a few days. It's been a long time since I've seen such a full-blooded human brother."
The graceful woman chuckled and replied.
The old man didn't even look back. He turned around and walked forward along the corridor. He sneered, "You don't understand even after I said it. Use your heart to observe the Tao. How can you understand the Tao? What can you mess with with a hammer?"
The old man suddenly swore, making the two of them stunned and stopped at the same time. They heard the disappeared ghost running in the corridor, mumbling "Observe the Tao with the heart", thinking it was gibbering, nothing serious. care.
The big man in black responded with a hehe, "Brother Guo, you know what to say and listen."
The woman fanned the flames, "He knows but he won't tell us. He wants to be alone until old man Guo breaks through. How can we two survive?"
"So, destroy that little guy who's getting in the way."
"But as you said, I won't do something so stupid as to disgrace the scenery."
"You ugly bitch, you're trying to pick on me again, is that interesting?"
The old man walked forward alone unhurriedly, at a speed that could compete with the lost souls. The noise behind him was more annoying than the murmurs in his ears, and he said, "Okay, don't bother those people who have lost their souls." No, after the old man breaks through, he devours you two. Where can he go? Will these old guys from the human race allow him to go out?"
"Ha, you old man, you can use your big words to bluff people, but you still don't know who will eat who."
"That's right, that's right. After eating Heigu, your ears will be clean. There will be long nights in the future, and there will be no one to fight and chat with. How can you survive these long days, old man Guo?"
"If I want to eat, I'll eat you first."
The big man in black and the slender woman argued and walked away. They had already got the promise they wanted.
That is to wait for the little guy to stop, and the three of them will ask questions together.
No one can eat alone, otherwise he will be threatened with destroying the little one.
Under the dim moonlight, the old man was alone, walking alone.
He really couldn't figure out why that little guy used his weak cultivation to observe Taoism.
It's because of the guidance from the human race experts.
There is still a way that he doesn't know about
Chang Siguo ran so heartily that he forgot all about himself. When he was right, he was awakened from the state of emptiness by the sting of the sword energy and murderous aura tempered body. His feet still did not stop, and he continued to maintain a stable rhythm and kept moving forward.
He felt that as long as he stopped, this opportunity would be over.
I finally understood what Lao Dao meant when he mentioned in the message to him, "You won't fall into it."
Every time the clock is right, the sword energy will stimulate him on time, and he will not sink and get lost in the corridor of lost souls.
He has a quarter of an hour of waking time each day.
Holding the Qingxin Jue in his right hand, the body tempering pain seemed to have dropped by more than one level than before.
If he had known that Qingxin Jue had such effects, he wouldn't have had to endure the pain of tempering his sword energy for two more years.
He could endure this pain without interfering with the running of his feet. The orifices of his feet communicated with the breath of the earth, which made his cultivation unknowingly refined and improved significantly.
Chang Siguo didn't have the slightest idea about Taoism or anything else.
His cultivation is actually progressing.
While he was awake now, with a little thought, he took out the blood-replenishing pills and the soulless fruit from the space and swallowed them. He also hurriedly filled in some dry food. With his current cultivation level, he could not eat or drink for ten and a half months. It was just a habit. Got something to eat.
The wind roared in his ears, and he occasionally heard a whisper or two, but it had no effect on him.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly while running.
Chang Siguo once again immersed himself in a state of emptiness, running forward all the way.
"What's going on? He woke up and ate while sweating profusely. There seems to be some deviation in his state. Why is he regaining consciousness again?"
"Yes. Old man Guo, you can't be the one causing trouble secretly."
The old man stared at the back figure in the mist for a long time. In response to the two men's insinuations, the old man sneered, "You can't wait any longer. You can stop him and talk to the old man about nothing." The figure disappeared in an instant.
"Ha, the most valuable thing in the Corridor of Lost Souls is time. If there is anything that can't be waited for, the old man has something in his heart."
"It's just a matter of ten or eight years in the blink of an eye. Let's see how long he can run."
However, a year has passed since then.
Wait a little longer, and three years will pass without realizing it.
I don’t know how many batches of lost souls have been replenished in the Lost Soul Corridor, but the figure running endlessly on the ground is still running forward tirelessly as always.
The stars and the moon, the misty sunshine, or the pouring rain cannot stop him.
Still the same rhythm, fresh air lingering all over the body, no rain, dew or dust touching it.
The only difference is that when I look at it every once in a while, I find that the running human boy has made significant progress in his cultivation.
Run and run, and your cultivation will improve every day.
Therefore, the big man in black and the slender woman were more curious about the runner, so they waited patiently.
If they go to stop him, Old Man Guo might be rude to them.
That bad old man likes to say the opposite of what is right.
Chang Siguo had eaten up a large number of blood-replenishing pills and soulless fruits that he had prepared. Up to now, the Sword Qi Tempering Body had not consumed much of his energy and blood. He only replenished some food and pills every once in a while.
His new batch of Xumi bags contained a lot of medicine.
Among them were several Xumi bags with badly worn marks belonging to monks in the Lingfu realm. After he opened them, they contained magic weapons and a large amount of cultivation resources. Chang Siguo was only slightly happy about the harvest.
He feeds the black thorn tree demon and the thorn vine mineral crystals every once in a while.
Having been in a state of emptiness for so many years, he was almost always immersed in a mysterious state of selflessness.
A pure heart with few desires, no joy or sorrow.
The tenth year.
One morning when the morning glow dyed the mist red, the running figure suddenly slowed down, and after a few steps, it stopped its forward momentum.
Chang Siguo released the Qingxin Jue with his right hand and completely woke up from his enlightenment. There was a buzzing sound in his ears again, which had a limited impact on him. He listened carefully with curiosity. This time he heard a unique voice, which drowned out other noises. language.
"There should be no place to live in the heart"
"Don't ask for anything"
The voices behind were mixed, and no clear words could be heard.
Three figures appeared in front of him.
An old man, a bald man in black clothes, and a slim woman covered by a white gauze.
Chang Siguo just looked at the positions of the three of them and knew that apart from the old man who still had the water bottle he gave hanging on his waist, the other two were also extremely powerful characters, on par with the old man, and they were all inhuman souls. build.
The old Taoist didn't explain at all that there were so many powerful soul cultivators in the Corridor of Lost Souls.
There was no record of this in the classics he had read, not even the fifth-level solid ghosts in the realm of transformation and above. His awareness of dangers was limited to the harsh environment and sneak attacks by the soul cultivators of transformation.
He gritted his teeth, looked calm, bowed his hands and saluted, "Meet the three seniors."
The black robe on his body has long been worn to tatters, and his two shoes have been missing for many years. He is barefoot and even more ragged than the old man, but he is quite full of energy and energy.
He didn't know how many years he had been in the Corridor of Lost Souls
I guess the years may not be too short.
Since these three people can allow him to practice here for so many years, it seems that there is still something to talk about.
As long as there is negotiation, there is room for maneuver. Why should he mess up his position just because three extremely threatening soul cultivators appear at once?
The big man in black stared at the big copper bell and looked at the little guy who had been running for ten years in front of him.
"It's amazing that you have been able to run in the lost-soul turmoil for ten years. You are the first to tell me what method you used to be able to persist for such a long time in the murmur of lost-souls."
If it were the three of them, they might be able to do it if they wandered in the Lost Soul Murmur for three or two months.
No matter how long the time goes, the power of the noise will double, and they may be affected by some kind of soul sound in the noise, causing them to lose control of their soul power and have unexpected situations. Because the three of them restrain each other, no one dares to take the risk.
The little guy has been running under their noses for ten years, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level from the early stage of the fourth level.
That kind of relaxation and enjoyment, turning pain into practice and tempering.
How could they not be curious?
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