The soil and rocks in Tiele Grassland were soft and the ground moved very quickly. One day and one night, Wei Shiqi escaped thousands of miles and flew out of the ground again. The sky was covered with smoke and dust. Looking around, he couldn't see a clear sky. Although it was noon, there was no clear sky. Just like dusk, the long and cold winter spreads its wings and puts the world under its shadow. ..The grassland began to wither, and the green was mixed with withered yellow, losing its vitality. The world was like an old man in his twilight, sliding step by step into the abyss.
Wei Shiqi stood for a long time, shook his head, and laughed dumbly. He was not a savior, nor did he have the idea of being a savior. The person he cared about most was himself. In addition, there were a few women he liked. The world was shattered and devastated. No matter what, it doesn't matter if the stars hang upside down in Kyushu and Lu Chen, it doesn't matter if he does it casually. If he wants to raise his arms and shout like a tall protagonist, running around, eating grass, squeezing milk, and devoting every bit of light and heat, he can't do it. .
The world is just a playground, nothing more. Since you can't change anything, just accept it. Wei Shiqi relaxed his mind, captured a wild wolf, disemboweled it, roasted it until it was fragrant, stuffed his stomach randomly, closed his eyes and rested for a while in the grass den, and then embarked on his journey again.
All the way to the southeast, we left the barren grassland and entered the densely populated villages and towns. The smoke and dust became thicker and thicker, covering the sky with layers of dust. The Central Plains fell into eternal night. Everyone, men, women, old and young, was gripped by fear and anxiety. Under natural disasters, the power of the government collapsed, morality and order disappeared, and famine, chaos, violence, and killings were everywhere.
Wei Shiqi passed through several cities and asked well-informed merchants to find out. After two intersecting ground fissures crossed the earth, the "Seven Killers" from the Southern Dipper fell from the sky and fell into Liantao Mountain, smashing out a circle of hundreds of miles in radius. "Tiankeng", the shock wave rolled forward thousands of miles, destroying the city and killing people, leaving nothing alive. Bianliang, the capital, was only 800 miles away from Liantao Mountain, and it was reduced to ruins. A huge tsunami set off in the East China Sea, and a huge The waves destroyed all the cities and fertile fields thousands of miles along the coast, causing countless deaths.
The Xu Dynasty is over, and the Central Plains is over.
Wei Shiqi didn't stop for a moment in the world filled with mourners. He walked non-stop all the way to Liantao Mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked down at the two intersecting cracks in the ground and the "sinkhole" where the Seven Killing Stars fell, the circle and the cross. Remind him of a certain warden's mark.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, the cold is raging, the world is desolate, and it is as silent as death, with only the whimpering of the wind.
In the darkness and silence, a little light suddenly lit up. It was neither dazzling nor warm. It was faintly filled with black smoke and kept changing its shape. Wei Shiqi's heart felt like someone had grabbed him and he couldn't breathe. He slowly approached by accident, only to see a tall figure standing among the rocks, staring at the devastation left by the natural disaster.
As if summoned by a distant voice, the soul power in Wei Shiqi's body awakened from his slumber. The "soul eye" under the armpit of his right arm glowed with misty light, and strands of black smoke gathered together, condensing into a Tuyou figure. Like fluffy grass, his eyes were stained with blood, and he was roaring silently.
The "soul eyes" echoed each other from a distance, and the identity of the other party was ready to be revealed. Wei Shiqi's heart sank, and he subconsciously tightened his right arm, not wanting to reveal his identity.
The "doomsday" will not come immediately. On the contrary, it is a continuous process of collapse, just like a boulder rolling down an abyss. It is not very fast at the beginning. If you intervene to stop it earlier, you may be able to stop it, but the speed of rolling is faster than There is a certain limit—a “threshold,” to use a concept he was familiar with—when everything is irreversible. If Wei Shiqi's initial idea was just to look at the situation and speculate on how far the incident had collapsed and how much time he had left for planning, then his unexpected encounter with Fu Tifang completely disrupted his plan.
Damn it! Didn't Situ Huang say that his injury wouldn't heal in a hundred and eighty years? Should he turn around and leave, or should he just give up? What to do about the appointment at Canglong Cave?
The man turned sideways and glanced up at him. Wei Shiqi was shocked all over. His hair stood on end, on the top of his skull, on the back of his neck, under the armpit of his right arm, three points above the navel, and on the bend of his left leg and knee. "Everything lights up, and the spirits appear one by one, trying to cover up.
"Decades earlier, you're not ready yet, are you?" A rough voice came from afar, echoing in my ears.
Wei Shiqi thought a lot and said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency, are you Fu Tifang?"
The man nodded slightly, took one step forward, swayed slightly, and stood in front of Wei Shiqi. He is a middle-aged man with a gloomy appearance, with long hair shawl, his right arm is obviously thicker, long eyebrows, and very pale pupils. He looks at him as if he is looking at a dead object.
Although he couldn't escape, Wei Shiqi calmed down and no longer concealed the abnormality of his "soul eye", allowing the power of the soul to permeate his body.
"Dawn in the five directions, six-winged water snake, chi dragon, ascended monk, Chongming bird, pangolin, five spirits, your body is also well tempered, the demon phoenix has worked hard to cultivate you. She has not always looked down on the demon slave 'The methods are so abhorred, how come you are here and are willing to degenerate?"
Wei Shiqi's heart felt cold. Fu Tifang seemed to have seen through something. Although it was not entirely consistent with the facts, it was indirect and revealed his intentions.
Fu Tifang stretched out a finger, pointed at him and murmured: "Second Spring, Third Grade, Four Elements, Five Directions, Six Ru, Seven Stars. The more soul eyes there are, the greater the damage to the physical body. The ascended monks in this world are limited. In the human body, there are at most four soul eyes. If there is no guidance from the demon phoenix, where will the 'Five Directions' true body and the 'Breaking Dawn' magic weapon come from?"
He shook his head, "The demon phoenix's minions have ulterior motives..." He clicked a few points with his index finger and suddenly thrust out. Wei Shiqi turned to the left and retreated violently. Fu Tifang's fingertips brushed his shoulder, and his clothes were torn. , and drew a shallow blood mark.
After missing a hit, Fu Tifang did not pursue, but frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with himself. Around his body, the void burst, rolling up bursts of milky white turbulence. It seemed that the world was strongly repelling him and wanted to chase him away. Fu Tifang did not act rashly. He stood firm and was not affected at all, waiting patiently for the turbulence. Calm down.
Wei Shiqi lowered his head and looked at the wound. It was just an inconspicuous blood mark. However, the next moment, the blood mark burst, and a large hole as deep as the bone opened on his shoulder. The blood and flesh were blurred. He was already on guard. He reached out in time to wipe the wound and gently pinched the wound. They were gathered together, and only a few tiny drops of blood spilled out.
"It seems that your injury has not healed, so you can't attack with all your strength..." Wei Shiqi laughed, watching the milky white turbulence gradually disappear, suddenly remembered something, his face changed slightly, "No, it's not convenient to attack with all your strength, it's too much Powerful forces will be repelled by this world..."
Fu Tifang praised: "You are very smart..." Before he could finish his words, he took another step forward, got in front of Wei Shiqi, punched out, opened and closed, and went straight to the middle palace.
When they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. With the strength and speed of the "Soul Refining Divine Weapon", escaping is tantamount to betraying one's vitality. Wei Shiqi grunted, waved his fist to meet him, and went all out to attack. After ten rounds of fighting, he felt that his right fist was far away. It was more powerful than his left fist, and he could only barely parry. Every time the fists and feet met, the power of the soul found a gap and penetrated into his body, cutting his body like a sword, and his body almost collapsed.
Wei Shiqi knew very well that Fu Tifang had obviously restrained his strength. Compared with the sudden finger just now, his fists and kicks were just appetizers. The other party could use them freely, suppressing his strength to the limit that Fang Tiandi could bear. He But he could only struggle.
Strong and weak determine the outcome, and he won't be able to hold on for long.
