A wild wolf weighed more than a hundred pounds, with the head, skin and bones removed. There was not much meat. Wei Shiqi devoured it. His hunger subsided slightly, and fatigue rolled in like a tide. He had no energy to fight. Cai rested against the tree trunk, his "soul eyes" swallowing the power of his soul, strands entwining his muscles, bones and internal organs, repairing the damaged body bit by bit, his mind was more active than ever before, this person in front of the ghost gate After all, he gained a lot of benefits from the battle. .For the fastest updates visit:щщщ.
Yes, the good thing is that the most difficult thing in this world is to objectively evaluate yourself, especially the small group of elites who stand at the top of the pyramid. If we use the limit that this area of heaven and earth can bear as a standard, Wei Shiqi is close to it, while Fu Tifang has steadily surpassed it. There is no doubt that even if he is as strong as Fu Tifang, he has to carefully restrain his power. Overindulgence will bring consequences that he does not want to see, such as being forcibly excluded - like diarrhea or vomiting - or directly causing the collapse of heaven and earth. , unable to protect himself, he was unwilling to take risks. Although he had twelve points of strength, he carefully suppressed it to the level of seven or eight points.
What's more, there are still unsettling elements lurking in Fu Tifang's body, a serious problem, and it is not the "injury" that Situ Huang speculated before. One hundred and eighty years is not enough, and the "essence" of Tianyi Guishui is an attachment that is difficult to remove. The most optimistic estimate is that the gangrene of bone will drag him down for several hundred and eighty years.
The powerful enemy is not invincible. At least we see hope of self-protection. Is there any better news than this?
However, Fu Tifang's last shocking blow left him frightened. The threat of death was so close. It was best for him to avoid meeting him until he found a way to save his life.
Wei Shiqi thought about it, unconsciously raised his hand, and drew a water talisman in the air. He gathered the energy of Guishui and condensed it into a ball of clear water. He splashed it on his face and felt a coolness in his heart. He used his mind as the pen, the demonic essence as the ink, and the void of heaven and earth as the paper to draw the "symbol". He had practiced it countless times, and he had already done it with ease and ease. Ever since he broke through the barrier between heaven and man, and became the true body of the five directions and the divine weapon of dawn, external objects have not helped him much. Demon pills and demon essence have also been replaced by the power of the soul. In addition to studying the art of talismans, he just kills time. Otherwise, it is of no use.
However, after encountering Lian Taoshan's defeat, he had some other ideas.
Wei Shiqi raised his hand again, stretched out his index finger, and drew talismans one by one in the air: thunder talisman, wind talisman, Qian talisman, Kun talisman, fire talisman, water talisman, Li talisman, Kan talisman...a total of three hundred and sixty weeks. , completed in one go, looping together, layer upon layer, the talisman lit up like fireworks, and suddenly opened a small half of the sword field.
A gray city, the haunting southern city, the reinforced concrete forest, high-rise buildings, pedestrian traffic, the fog-covered sky, the hard asphalt road, the same hard people's hearts... However, the sword field only maintained After a few breaths, it fell apart, leaving behind a dull and dull talisman, like red-hot embers, turning into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.
Without the support of "sword silk", it is like removing the skeleton from a human body. Just relying on a pile of skin and flesh cannot last. The sword domain is named after "sword" for no reason.
Wei Shiqi closed his eyes in frustration and allowed himself to sink into dreamland.
It was a very solid sleep, and the wild wolf hid far away and did not disturb me. When I woke up, the bonfire had been extinguished, the forest was dark, chilly, and there was white frost everywhere.
When the wild wolves didn't come, Wei Shiqi went to look for them himself, picked the fat ones and killed one, drank the blood and ate the meat, filled his stomach, and continued to sleep, relying on the power of his soul to repair the damage. body of. Repeatedly, the number of wild wolves decreased one by one, and the pack finally couldn't hold on any longer. They moved around, but were always chased away by their opponents. Wei Shiqi was not greedy. He caught one and let it go without intending to kill them all.
The leader of the wolf king was quite spiritual. He mustered up the courage and took the initiative to drag a yellow deer and place it in front of Wei Shiqi. He knelt on his front legs as if begging for mercy. Wei Shiqi remembered "green" and those youthful years, laughed, accepted the yellow deer, and let it leave.
Suddenly, half a year passed, and a pack of wolves came to hunt for him. Wei Shiqi just ate and slept, eating while sleeping, and focused on recuperating. On this day, he woke up from his sleep and realized that his injuries were completely healed. The power of the soul in his body was endless, like a river flowing, never drying up. He felt quite relieved that after so much suffering, he finally received some interest.' The physical body has finally adapted to the "soul eye", and the water and milk blend together, and the unfamiliarity and obscurity that were there before can no longer be noticed.
There was no point in staying here any longer. He twisted his waist and ran away.
The land was desolate and devastated. After traveling westward for several hours, he finally encountered human habitation. Wei Shiqi looked for an old farmer in rough clothes with a hoe and asked where he was. He found out that he was in a village called Dongguo. The area was originally used for harvesting grain. Fertile fields, after the natural disaster, the sun was obscured by smoke and dust, the fields were abandoned, even weeds could not grow, the remaining grain was exhausted, and everyone was hungry. There was no choice but to catch rats and rabbits, peel off the bark of trees, and hunt for wild food in the dark. More than fifty miles to the north of Dongguo Village is Luoyang City. All the victims from thousands of miles away poured into the city. The prefect Yan Keji ordered the city to be closed to support itself. Every three to five days, officers and soldiers escorted porridge buckets out of the city to provide relief, giving the victims a bite to eat and mourning. Take a breath of life.
Seeing that the old farmer was well-spoken and knowledgeable, Wei Shiqi became curious and chatted with him a few more words. The old farmer was so excited that he was spitting, and he did not hide it from him. He admitted that he had read a few books when he was young, and that he had three sons. The eldest and second son were doing nothing, working at home as farmers, and his wife and children were hot on the bed. The third son was a smart man. He had been doing small business in Luoyang City over the years and had accumulated some money. He still had plenty of money to spend. He originally planned to take his old father to the city to enjoy his old age, but he didn't expect that Governor Yan gave an order and put an end to his thoughts.
The two stood in the dark and talked for a while. The old farmer smoked a few bags of cigarettes. After he was satisfied with his conversation, he left. Wei Shiqi figured out the direction and sneaked into Luoyang City.
Luoyang is a large city comparable to Bianliang, Chang'an, and Jiankang. It is one of the famous granaries in the north. It is also the choke point that prevents the Hu people from going south, and troops are stationed all year round. But at this time, the city of Luoyang was in a mess, and the streets and alleys were crowded with fleeing victims. They were all in a mess, with disheveled faces. At a glance, there were hundreds of thousands of them. In Wei Shiqi's view, no matter how big the granary is, it can't feed so many mouths. Yan Keji's order to close the city has been a step too late. There are victims both inside and outside the city. Even if he is hungry, the King of Heaven will not be afraid. Not small.
However, these had nothing to do with him. Wei Shiqi went to the city just to find a place to wash himself, wash away the hostility and bloody smell, change into clean clothes, and then set off for Huzigou. However, the moment he stepped onto Luoyang's Zhuque Street, the mountain vitality lock in his arms jumped, ready to move. An unruly and familiar aura awakened his memory. His eyes lit up and he murmured: "Long time no see, it turns out you are here too..."
