Yellow sand rolls the ground, smoke and dust rise, soil clods are piled horizontally, the surface ravines are staggered, and the sky is covered with yellow sand.

In this desolate land, there was nothing, no trees, no dripping, no living things, and even the air was hoarse and dignified.

But right here, there is a figure of a person, his eyes are deep and plain, a loess-like cheek is not satisfied with the black wrinkles, a scrimped beard, unkempt, ragged, if you don't look closely, you can't see that he is ink tears.

A few rags hung on his body, and in the face of this cold wind, he still did not change his face, let it blow a dozen, and his gray hair did not know how much dust it occupied, and even the wind could not completely blow them away.

At this moment, the ink tears have been in his mouth for eighty years, he is like a strong old man at the moment, his temperament seems to be extraordinarily calm, in this place where there is no water, no food, he actually survived.

In fact, he didn't know that since he came here, he didn't know hunger and thirst, only pain, the first day. He turned into three heavenly thunderbolts and fainted on the spot. In the following days, as time increased, the thunder became stronger and stronger, and the number of blows became more and more, and every time, he fainted to death in an extremely embarrassed manner, and almost never survived it safely.

It was hard for him to explain all this, why he was still alive, and he had long forgotten how long he had lived here.

In the first few years, every time he woke up in pain, he would rush to the sky and scold him, but he still couldn't get any reply. After a few more times, he looked down on all this, and stopped scolding, just looked at a joke, and kept moving forward, until now, in these eighty years, his footsteps do not know how long they stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, but what he sees and experiences are all unchanged.

Later, after a few more years, he decided to start practicing the Heavenly Questioning Sword Technique given to him by his unreliable master in his spare time, although she still remembered all the tricks without the guidance of the old man, plus there was an endless amount of time, but he practiced slowly.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was that he had no sword in his hand, not even a single wooden branch he could not find, and in desperation, he had to believe that the previous master had told him nonsense, there was no sword in his hand, there was a sword in his heart, and there was a sword over there.

Mo Tear kept fantasizing that he was holding a peerless sword in his hand, waving it constantly, his wrist was flexible and matching the ghostly figure, and he actually played it well, not at all like the master who could throw it out with two casual tricks before.

After these decades of training, he has completely refined the Wentian Sword Technique to the seventh layer, compared to ordinary people, his progress is still much slower, but fortunately, he has refined solidly, coupled with his unique understanding and improvement over the years, he is almost about to realize the Sword Dao.

And in the past few decades, he has always been alone, basically talking to himself, and even squatting on the ground to count ants does not exist here, because there are no ants to count here.

When he is lonely to the extreme, he often reminisces about the past. I finally understood why Master often told him that this was a feeling shared by centenarians!

Although lonely, he is not desperate, he believes that one day he will be able to go out, he can only believe that the eldest brother didn't know what he said to him eighty years ago, this is the motivation for him to survive, I am now the source, once he has the slightest idea of giving up, he will be killed by the thunder immediately.

It's also strange to say, over the years, he has gone from bearing three heavenly thunders to now being able to withstand one hundred and twenty heavenly thunders, and every time ten heavenly thunders are lowered at the same time, he does not roar or struggle, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, holding on, although every time he will die in pain, until he faints, every time he wakes up, he will always say a sentence of anger, there is a kind of you chop me to death!

Life here was boring, he complained and disobeyed for a few years, then he accepted silence for several years, and then he looked at everything very calmly, and lived like an ascetic all day long, except for practicing swords, he meditated quietly.

Here, he couldn't feel the True Yuan, let alone the Eight Heat Hell and the Great Cold Hell, and as for the Great Mortal Holy Body that didn't belong to him, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't mobilize it.

He sometimes suspected that he was dreaming, a very painful dream, but how long was this dream, how long would it take to wake up? He didn't dare to give up his life to try, after all, what if what the ghost guy said was true?

Although the activities are boring, sometimes he will find happiness in the boredom, for example, scolding with himself, arguing with Shishi, he can always say that he is happy, but at the end, he is sad.

After 80 years of suffering and loneliness and torture, he had a deep understanding of the pain, and as for the emotion, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, which was unspeakably miserable.

Sometimes, he would still be inexplicably angry, desperately venting his anger, thinking that he had been here for so long inexplicably, had been tortured so much, and didn't know when he would be able to get out, how could he not be angry?

But he also found a strange thing, every time he was awakened by a heavy blow, his body would always be a little lighter, and he would be a little stronger, and he didn't know why?

The days still passed day by day, the yellow sand was still the yellow sand, the sky was still thundering, roaring, he was still him, but he looked even older, wrinkles covered his cheeks, crisscrossed like a stream, his white beard could already move with the wind, and his hair was as white as silver.

Although his face is old, his body looks stronger, this is a phenomenon that goes against common sense, Mo Tear can't figure it out, and he doesn't want to figure it out, what he still wants to do most is to go out, but after walking for so long, his shoes are worn out, and there is still no sign of escaping this place.

Suddenly, the sky was instantly cloudy again, and lightning was churning among the clouds and mist like a dragon.

Mo Tear looked up, his face was calm, his hands were gently bearing, and he naturally rose into the air, like this phenomenon, he was not surprised.

With a bang, a large area of lightning fell at the same time, almost covering the sky, and it slammed on their bodies, and the face of the ink tears was violently distorted, trembling all over, and frowning.

With a bang, a large piece of lightning pierced the sky, converging into a silver-white dragon fluttering down, slamming Mo Tear fiercely, Mo Tear instantly clenched his teeth involuntarily, his fists clenched, and his brows almost frowned.

After this experience, the ragged ink tears looked at the sky calmly, and said coldly, "Come on! This bit of power is not enough to tickle me." ”

Despite the arrogance of this sentence, his body was still trembling involuntarily, and it was obviously painful to the point that it was uncontrollable.

Suddenly, an extremely excellent voice sounded after a long absence, "Little doll, congratulations on passing the test." ”

Mo Tearlight was already happy and excited when he heard that voice, and said calmly, "Can I go out now?"

Above the sky, a haha sounded, "I didn't expect that you would be able to survive this Heavenly Dao Tribulation that we had carefully designed so smoothly, you are indeed a man of destiny." ”

The unclothed ink tears didn't want to listen to his nonsense here, and roared, "I am me, I don't care what he is destined for, I'm not interested, you let me out now." ”

There was another burst of hip-hop voices, "Little doll, I admire you." You're funny. Can you tell me what you're for? ”

Mo Tear replied angrily, "This is your business, you just need to let me out." Where did you get all that?"

The ancient god who was scolded and bloody, I'm afraid I wouldn't have dreamed of it. was so insulted by a little baby, but he was not angry, but happy, heartily happy.

"Okay, okay, just let me talk too much, I don't ask, but don't get me wrong, we are some kind of evil people, watching you suffer from loneliness and torture in this one hundred and twenty years. ”

Mo Tear smiled and said, "Isn't that what you are doing? What are you still arguing about here? I didn't hurt you anyway, you can't pretend to be hypocritical in front of me, it will only make me hate you more." ”

How could Mo Tear, who had been impoverished for a hundred years, not be angry at this time? He even gave birth to a kind of anger that wanted to crush the other party's bones and ashes.

There were repeated sighs in the sky, "Little doll, it seems that we are destined for this wicked man." We don't mind, though. As long as you remember that everything you have experienced here is useful. The Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation that fell out of thin air was to shape your soul. You should have thought that this was a dream, right? Yes, strictly speaking, this is indeed a painful and long dream, once your faith is shaken in the slightest, you will die in a dream, and you have now survived the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, your soul and body are not comparable to ordinary people, do you understand?"

Ink Tears snorted and laughed, "So, should I still thank you?"

"No thanks, remember, everyone has a mission in life, the cycle of heaven, and the beginning of all things. You have to remember that you are the man of destiny. Let's go back. ”

Mo Tear just wanted to laugh loudly, only to see a huge thunder crash, the earth shattered instantly, the space was torn apart little by little, and finally scattered with the wind like shredded paper, shattered and colorful.

In reality, Mo Tear came back to his senses suddenly, quickly touched his body, touched his cheek, looked around at himself, and was very happy to see the sea of flowers everywhere.

Then a voice exploded in his mind, "Little guy, the Eight Heat Hell Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire, the Eight Cold Hell Ice Bone Cold Wind, and the Lonely Hell Ten Thousand Jun Thunder, these three powers, remember, be careful when using them, once the god is wiped out." ”

A hundred years in the book, a day in reality.

Mo Tear excitedly picked up the sword in his hand and shouted happily to Master.

He Sen was stunned, he had never been so excited by this fool, so he pretended to be serious, "What's the matter with being a teacher?"

Mo Tear roughly recounted his experience, and He Sen laughed and said, "You kid wants to tease you again, be careful that I smoke you." ”

Mo Tear snorted and laughed, anyway, even if this ethereal master smoked him, he could only feel a breeze blowing, not to mention how cool it was, sometimes in order to get a free fan, he was also deliberately angry with this cheap master?

As for whether He Sen knew this, I am afraid that only he knew in his heart.

"Master, you don't believe it, do you? Let me tell you, the Heavenly Questioning Sword Technique you gave me has been refined many times by me and has been practiced to perfection. Mo Tear instinctively reached out and touched his chin, to find that there was no more, the habit that he had developed in his dream for a hundred years seemed a little funny now, pretending to be old.

He Sen glanced at him with contempt and said disdainfully, "You little doll who hasn't grown all the hair, and you have changed it to the master's Heavenly Sword Technique, when you go out in the future, don't say that I am your master, I can't afford to lose this person." ”

Mo Tear didn't bother to pay attention to him, and muttered, "No one knows you anyway." ”

He Sen was stunned.

Mo Tear picked up Bai Yuan in his hand, stroked it gently, held the handle with one hand, and grasped the scabbard with the other, trying to pull out the sword.

Both hands exerted force at the same time, and the ink tears were released and roared, frowning, the green tendons on his neck had already bulged, and it was obvious that he had used his strength to eat.

He Sen could see it, but the sword showed no signs of going out of the body, He Sen laughed and said, "Forget it, just play with it, what kind of big storm can you make?"

Mo tear scratched his head embarrassedly, and said in extreme embarrassment, "Wait, wait, I've been pulling it out today." ”

He Sen slowly floated in the air, holding back a sullen smile.