Zhao Li returned from the dream to the underground grotto that served as a prison.

His mind was a little dazed.

One voice after another, constantly echoing in his ears, almost forming auditory hallucinations, these syllables with a special rhythm reflected in the depths of his mind, because he remembered the whole content of Tianquan's cultivation qi, and naturally responded.

The meridians no longer have a tendency to attract the invisible qi around them into the body.

Rather, it simply forms a state similar to a whirlpool.

Zhao Li naturally entered the state of cultivation of Tuna, he was only one step away from success, and the internal qi that collapsed near the dantian reunited, and then followed the trajectory of Xiao Zhoutian, flowing rapidly, because of the influence of Tianquan's aftersound, this process was extremely smooth.

He was awakened by hunger.

By the time he woke up, the aftermath of Tianquan had disappeared, and a warm current in his body slowly swam, this is the forbidden land of the Iron West, according to legend, it connects the Nine Shadows, and it is one of the branches of the Nine Shades to the world, and every moment, there will be an incomparably cold wind gushing out from the ground.

This is an absurd legend, of course, but it is true that the temperature is extremely low and the cold wind is constant.

Except for the samurai, no one could hold on for too long.

Before, Zhao Li felt that his fingertips were about to freeze and he was unconscious, but now, the warm current in his body flowed, and the hot air was circulating, he was no longer afraid of the cold, and he was feeling surprised, his stomach twitched again, and the hunger hit again.

Zhao Li saw the roasted elk on the stone next to him, grabbed it, and the hardness from his hand made him hesitate a little.

He opened his mouth and tentatively bit into the barbecue.

His teeth couldn't touch each other.

Zhao Li opened his mouth, put the meat in front of his eyes, looked at the two shallow tooth marks on it, and was silent, he suddenly reached out and knocked on the stone instead of the roasted elk.

The stone and the flesh collided, making a crunching sound that spread far away.

Well, it's great for self-defense.

This hardness, with enough strength, is almost enough to knock an adult man unconscious.

Zhao Li complained silently, but he chuckled out loud, snapped his fingers, and said:

"Jerky that has been blown by the cold wind for six hours has an attack power of 1. ”

Without howling with resentment, anger or annoyance, Zhao Li found a slightly leeward place this time, and used the wooden bowl sent to fill a bowl of water in the underground river, dried meat, and water, all on a flat stone in front of him, squinting slightly, as if there was a black dining table in front of him.

Zhao Li nodded with satisfaction.

Then he washed his hands in the river, waited for the water in his hands to dry, took a wooden bowl and drank it to moisten his throat, and then grabbed the jerky, in such a lonely and cold place, I don't know how many people were imprisoned, and the lonely man howled and died, but he seemed to be still in the civilized world.

Put the jerky back in his mouth, and along the original texture of the meat piece, he finally tore off a tough and hard jerky with his teeth, puffed up the muscles of his cheeks, chewed hard, and finally swallowed it, and said to himself with a smile:

"Non-polluting meat, traditional cooking methods, and precious Chinese herbs added to it. ”

"And it's the most traditional air-drying method, which is worth having. ”

He was alone in the cave, whispering with a hint of light-hearted laughter.

"Oh, Zhao Li, you've made a lot of money. ”

As if entertaining himself, Zhao Li spent a lot of effort to eat this piece of dried meat that was dried by the wind after adding tiger blood grass, Zhao Li felt that there seemed to be a flame in his stomach, burning violently, and that wisp of internal qi was circulating, carrying qi and blood.

Zhao Li gritted his teeth and said to himself:

"Eat enough, eat enough. ”

Just as he was about to rest, re-enter the dream space, and add a buff to himself to continue practicing, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, Zhao Li raised his eyebrows, last time there were two guards, but this time the footsteps became three, and one more was slighter.

Three people came from the direction of the cave.

Zhou Shuang held a bronze lamp in one hand, the black lamp oil in the lamp holder, led out a cotton thread, the flame burned, releasing a stable light source, walking in front of him was a white-haired old man, a little thin, wearing linen clothes, quiet and deep eyes, and a bronze short sword hanging from his waist.

This is exactly the old witch in the tribe, who can communicate with the gods and the spirits of the ancestors with the smoke and smoke.

It is a person whose status is even higher than that of a samurai.

Zhou Shuang bowed respectfully, let the light follow Wu Zhu steadily, and said in a humble tone: "Lord Wu Zhu, that sacrifice is down there now." ”

Wu Zhu nodded.

As soon as he mentioned the word sacrifice, he felt a pain in his jaw, and he was in a bad mood, he had followed the previous generation of witches since he was a teenager, until now, he had never encountered a sacrifice that dared to react like that, and he attacked violently, he remembered the pair of eyes that he turned his head around and saw today.

It's like a tiger dealing with a pack of wolves.

His old eyes looked down on the icy cavern.

This cave is very deep, the underground river rushes out of the natural track, and there are craggy strange stones, it will be difficult for unfamiliar people to walk, if you are not careful, you will fall down directly, hit the stones, in the river, you will be injured, but he is different, he has walked through this cave too many times, he is too familiar.

He had sent prisoners of war and sacrifices here many times.

After walking for a while, where the light could reach, he saw the sacrifice.

Wu Zhu stopped and was silent, he wanted to take the lamp from Zhou Shuang as he had done before, and go over in person, but when he thought of the fierce blow this morning, he stopped again, was silent, with a cold face, and said:

"You come with me. ”

Zhou Shuang was flattered, and hurriedly gathered beside the old man, following in unison.

Wu Zhu saw the sacrifice.

He had seen many of the captives used to sacrifice to the heavens, and some of them would be sent here, and when they learned of their fate, most of them would become angry, even hysterical, but now, the sacrifice was sitting in a wind-shielding position, with a food vessel on the stone in front of it, and his eyes were calm.

Perhaps an illusion.

Looking at the sacrifice, he actually had a feeling that he was in most of Jiuli.

With soft satin at his feet, a burning flame in front of him, the aroma of spices intoxicating, roasted food on the table, and wine as blue as the sky, and not a sacrifice before him, but a nobleman of the best teachings and of noble birth.

He immediately disproved this view.

This is not a delusion.

Wu Zhu's first reaction at this time was not the anger and killing intent before.

He just sighed in his heart:

"Sure enough, this is the best sacrifice. ”

The old man asked Zhou Shuang to walk in front of Zhao Li after five steps of his own, and said slowly:

"I am Wu Zhu of the Iron West. ”

"My name is Han. ”