Five years later, in a somewhat old house in Mingkong City, Zao Wuji was simply packing his bags.
"Really don't think about it again?"
A slender man with a handsome face asked, leaning against the cabinet with his arms folded.
"Don't worry, I won't commit suicide. I'm just going out to see the scenery of the mainland. I'll bring you delicious food when I come back."
"Just think about it and be cautious and cautious along the way."
Next to Huakang was a tall and burly man with strong muscles, wearing a sleeveless suit with broad shoulders and very thick exposed arms. At this time, Yun Haochen was half a head taller than Zhao Wuji and Huakang, and his eyes were slightly He squinted and had a deep complexion. Five years was enough for a person to change a lot.
"Don't worry, steady growth is my main priority."
Zao Wuji packed up everything and walked out of the room. He saw five plates of dumplings on the dining table, one with garlic and one with vinegar.
"Mom, pork and green onions."
Mother Zhao nodded slightly and said nothing.
Zhao Wuji didn't say anything when he saw this. He sat on a stool, dipping it in vinegar and eating a dumpling in his mouth.
After dinner, Mother Zhao said a few words not to argue with others outside, and then returned to the house.
Father Zhao was not at home at this time. Huakang, Yun and Haochen sent Zhao Wuji to the gate of the city. They watched the distant figure slowly disappear before remembering to go back.
On the other side, Mother Zhao was not relieved after all. She went out and looked around, but there was no trace of her. She went to the highest point of the city and saw the young man who was traveling far away with his luggage. At that moment, he could not stop crying. Tears ran down both sides of Zhao's mother's cheeks.
As Zao Wuji walked on the road, he seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked back at Mingkong City, his eyelids raised and then lowered.
"This separation from the sky is just a small episode in life, so what is there to be sad about?"
Turning around, Zhao Wuji threw the luggage on his back far away, then ran over and caught it steadily.
"It's like, everything is coming back to me."
Outside Mingkong City, there are farmlands surrounding them. After passing through those villages, they enter the rolling mountains. When they get tired, they stop and sit on the ground to drink a few sips of water and take out something to eat from their bags.
Pedestrians along the way all have their own things to do.
Zao Wuji saw many old men and women weeding in the fields, and they took their children with them. The smallest ones sat on the soft mounds of soil, watching their busy relatives; the older children began to help weed the grass. The grass is picked up and gathered together.
The clothes worn by the civilians on the road were not good-looking, and some were washed out and faded. Children also cast envious glances at Zhao Wuji, but most of them still looked at them motionless.
At first glance, this man didn't look like he was from a nearby village. He was dressed more like a soul master from the city.
Zao Wuji looked at the people working on the fields and remembered his parents in his previous life. At that time, his mother also worked like this every day. Although she was not in the fields, she also collected medicines, washed clothes at home, and helped his father's patients prepare medicines. She was reluctant to take them. Wear them just to save a few dollars.
"What's wrong with me that I shed tears so easily."
Zhao Wuji buried his head on his arms and wiped away the swirling tears. He raised his head and smiled at the sky, the corners of his mouth raised, and even his frown relaxed.
After passing through the village, Zao Wuji leaned against the entrance to the mountain. After climbing over the mountain and exiting the realm of Mingkong, Zhao Wuji was very alert, with the flying knife in his sleeve ready to be fired at any time.
It was close to noon, and as we walked further into the mountains, the coolness behind them became more and more obvious.
Since practicing his external vision to an advanced level, Zao Wuki's ability to detect danger has become stronger.
The wonderful benefits brought by practicing Taoist Kung Fu books cannot be expressed clearly in words. The leap of spiritual consciousness, the clarity of the spiritual platform, the changes of various senses, the improvement of Qi and blood, the opening of Qi sea and Dantian, and even the physical strength has reached a level The level of horror.
By this time, Zhao Wuji had fully understood the storage of Qi and was practicing Qi all the time while walking, standing, sitting or lying down.
Relax, close your eyes, and look to the left side.
There was a sudden explosion, and Zhao Wuji ducked directly to his right, protecting his face with his right hand and his crotch with his left hand. He stepped forward with his left foot, trying to withstand the attack and counterattack, using his Dantian to strike.
Drill
Bow and press down, use the waist as the axis, the shoulder as the blade, and use the hands and feet together to release all your strength.
The visitor didn't panic when he saw this weird move, he just passed it by in a flash.
Zhao Wuji was not discouraged when he saw that one move failed. This was a close-quarters beating method, and the sneak attacker would not be so reckless.
But when he saw the figure of the person coming, Zhao Wuji also understood.
Flying rocks shot through the air and hit the man in black, but unfortunately, they were blocked one by one by the man in black.
Powerful Vajra Palm
Demon Subduing Vajra Palm
The two palms connected and made a huge explosion sound.
"Not bad, good alertness and strength."
"Dad, there's no need, it's really not necessary."
"What!"
"It's okay."
"Give."
"Why give me the soul bone?"
"Of course it's so you can come back alive."
Yang Lao and Chen Lao emerged from the shadows.
"Master, uncle."
"Xiaoji, we old guys are very worried about this trip."
"That doesn't mean taking out the soul bone. It's a priceless treasure."
Zhao Wuji said this, but he didn't agree in his heart. As a time traveler, he didn't look down on this thousand-year soul bone at all.
I still want to become a god. Even if it is not perfect, at least it cannot be too unreasonable.
If one hundred thousand year old soul ring is not enough, how can one hundred thousand year old soul bone be not enough?
If this Douluo does not cultivate himself to become a god, he has no future at all and cannot be restrained by those false gods in the God Realm.
There are only a few places where Douluo has the inheritance of gods: the Angel of Wuhun Palace; Shura and Rakshasa in the City of Killing; Poseidon of Poseidon Island; the Two Dragon Kings of Ice and Fire Eyes; and the White Tiger Holy King with Evil Eyes of Star Luo inheritance.
Why refuse? It's very urgent.
"Your third soul skill is Xuanhuang Armor, and this soul bone was dropped from the Earth Demon Bear. It has the same attributes as your metal and earth, so there is no need to worry about attribute conflicts."
It seems that I can't refuse, I can only absorb it first.
"Nine thousand years of spiritual soul bones are hard to come by, so absorb them, but don't show them outside."
"clear."
Zhao Wuji knew that what he lacked most now was a way to improve his spiritual power. Giving him a spiritual soul bone would directly give him a lead in the fourth soul ring.
When you get back from your travels, you can plan for the fourth soul ring of Ten Thousand Years.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji stopped talking nonsense and crossed his legs to absorb the soul bone.
After an hour and a half, Zhao Wuji woke up, and the haze in his heart was swept away, replaced by the heroic spirit of daring to fight for his fate.
Obtain this soul bone and dare to defeat the invincible opponents of the same generation before reaching level 50.
On this trip, I have to understand my intentions clearly in the world of mortals. Among my peers, Lu Zhenshan and Wu Jin have already distanced themselves too much. If they can't suppress their contemporaries in the sky, how can they suppress the new ones in the mainland? A generation?
If you are powerless intentionally, you will not be able to fight for a long time; if you are powerful but unintentional, you will not be able to fight for a long time.
