After a month of "turtle step" practice, the children have mastered the operation method of the formation.
After everyone's collective discussion, the name of the formation was finally named "Wangba Formation". To be honest, Fang Yingxing didn't have any dissatisfaction with the name this time, because...
The formation is as its name suggests.
Of course, Fang Yingxing would occasionally take them to the wild for actual combat. After several months of practice, I dare not say anything else, but in that area where the first level of spiritual creation was king, they could be called invincible.
Fang Yingxing heard from the old man that there was a wasteland outside the forest. He heard that it was destroyed in a previous war. The war was so terrifying that even high-level creatures took part in the battle, and some even died.
But for Fang Yingxing, it was the best place to practice earth spirit.
When Fang Yingxing wanted to leave alone, he told the children the method of cultivation and explained a few more words before leaving.
But there was one thing he couldn't figure out. When he left before, everyone was reluctant to leave. Why were they so free and easy this time? Could it be that I trained too hard?
Walking on the forest road leading to the wasteland, fresh air hit his face, carrying the smell of vegetation. At first, some blind spirit beasts came to make trouble, including even second-level spirit beasts, but since he After a giant bear with the third level of spiritual creation was beaten up severely and taken as a mount, there was almost no resistance.
Feeling some familiar atmosphere, he narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled helplessly, grabbed the stones, and threw them into the grass behind him.
"pain!"
In the grass, a child stood up. It was Ba Twelve. She was no different from usual, except for the fact that she had a red envelope on her forehead, which was very conspicuous on her little face.
"Didn't I tell you? The wasteland is very dangerous. There may be creatures at the fourth or fifth level of spiritual creation. I'm just talking about the outer edges. It will be very dangerous for you to follow. Come on, we haven't gone too far yet. I'll take you Send it back, I have told the old man, and with his strength, he will definitely keep you safe."
Ba Twelve frowned and nervously grasped the corners of his clothes: "I don't want to go back. Big brother said he would take me away. You can't lie to others."
After saying that, she lowered her head, as if waiting for Fang Yingxing's reproach.
Fang Yingxing sighed, tapped her head lightly, and softened her heart. Then she thought about it, the old man was very strong, but he was always drunk too much. The primitive Dark Tribe like Ba Twelve, whether they were Dark Tribe or Human Tribe Want them all.
Thinking about it carefully, maybe it would be a little safer to stay with you and go to the barren wasteland, and you could avoid the trouble of the village and the old man.
Besides, in a place like the wasteland, which has no resources and is dangerous, the number of people in it can be described as pitifully few.
What he can be sure of is that the old man doesn't seem to be from the village. He just likes to go to the village to get wine and drink, and likes to get drunk and sleep in Xiaoling Mountain.
Of course, he also knew why those children were reluctant to leave, because originally they were planning to come with Ba Twelve, but they were stopped by the village chief and his family, and only Ba Twelve came.
Fang Yingxing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. It was okay to bring one, but bringing so many would really kill him.
He has never had such a favorable impression of the village chief and the villagers.
In the end, Fang Yingxing decided to take Ba Twelve to the wasteland.
As time goes by, the trees on the roadside become sparse and eventually disappear completely.
Only when he finally arrived at the wasteland did Fang Yingxing truly realize why this area was named "wasteland".
It is so vast that even the sky seems unable to completely cover it. There are no bustling cities here, no green fields, only endless desolation and silence.
The harsh winter has passed, the spring breeze is like a knife, but this wasteland is still without any life. The biting cold wind howled past, taking away the last trace of warmth from the earth. The ground was full of gravel and gravel, and it was desolate. Under the boundless sky, several old crows hovered in the air, making sad calls.
The most shuddering thing is the white bones that are blown out by the wind from time to time. This was once a battlefield. I don’t know how many bones there are down here.
As for the treasures and useful resources, they had been collected almost endless years ago, and all that was left in this area were bones and desolation.
Fortunately for Fang Yingxing, after all, he was also a man who had witnessed the Battle of the Starry Sky. In that battle, more than one senior leader had fallen, and the void had been shattered. At this moment, seeing the yellow sand with white bones, he was at most a little surprised.
But Ba Twelve was different. She was only seven years old. She had never seen such a scene before. She looked at the white bones with some trembling, and her heart was filled with fear.
The bones looked so desolate and lonely that she couldn't help but shudder. She tried to look away from the bones, but her eyes kept drifting back involuntarily.
She seemed to be able to feel the pain and despair of the bones, which made her feel very scared. She began to imagine that the bones had once been a living person, but were now a lifeless remains.
Fang Yingxing gently put his hand on her shoulder, with a gentle but serious expression. He whispered: "Twelve, this world is so cruel. I have also lost many important people. Some of them died in battle, and some They fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up. Some were beaten to the point of prototype and almost died..."
"So, what is the meaning of life? Even if a monk has a long life, I think if he does not find his own meaning, then maybe it is not as good as the short life of ordinary people, for me, for you, for everyone Everyone must have their own meaning of life and responsibilities to bear.”
Twelve's body gradually calmed down, and he looked at Fang Yingxing, his clear eyes a little more radiant: "Is it like our light agreement?"
Fang Yingxing smiled softly, then looked into her eyes and answered seriously: "Yes."
Ba Twelve smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed into slits, her mouth opened slightly, revealing two cute tiger teeth. There is an air of innocence and innocence on her face that makes people feel happy.
In addition, he was right. The earth spirit power in the wasteland was indeed very strong and could accelerate the synthesis of earth spirits.
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When they were looking for the camp, Ba Twelve looked at Fang Yingxing's back and said softly: "My eldest brother is only one year older than me, but he has experienced so many things. It must be very hard..."
Fang Yingxing was walking in front. When he heard her words, his body trembled slightly, he raised his head and looked at the dusk in the distance.
The setting sun fell on his face, illuminating something crystal clear.
It wasn't until night, when the sky was filled with stars, that Fang Yingxing found a cave that looked good, but there was a faint smell of blood in it.
Fang Yingxing carefully opened his Eternal Eyes and observed the situation inside the cave. However, the next moment, he was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he quickly pulled Ba Twelve and ran away.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang Yingxing ran out of the area, a black substance suddenly appeared in the cave, covering the area, including the sky.
Even a three-headed bird of the third level of spiritual creation in the sky was directly covered, leaving only a white skeleton in the end. This process only took a few seconds, and the bird couldn't even let out a scream.
