In the battle on the avenue, one hundred and thirty-two guards who were not afraid of death died on Mo Tear's side. And there were only about fifty people on the other side, and there were more than a dozen survivors, and Mo Tear released them, and at that time it was just self-mocking - this son of the world is too incompetent.

In the burial of the dead guards, there was never a trace of emotion on Mo Tear's face, and he never shed a single tear, like a nerd who wandered into the world, just staring blankly, staring stupidly.

In that battle, the status of Ink Tears in the hearts of the guards was reversed, and they were full of respect for the young master in their hearts, and they did not question his orders in the slightest.

Mo Tear changed all the plans originally made, and decided to travel at night as much as possible, try to take as far as possible on the remote paths, from the city to the city, and the town to the town, in short, to drill into the crowded places, so as to better protect these people.

Thinking that more than half of the way has been dead and injured before one-fifth of the distance has been traveled, in this way, even if the bloody road paved with the bloody lives of these people will not be able to pounce on the distant Northern Wilderness.

Therefore, in the past two days, they have only traveled dozens of miles, and most of the time they have been hiding in the jungle, and Mo Tear must come up with a perfect plan to minimize the loss.

In the past two days, he has learned about the remaining people around him one by one, but he has not inquired about who the pink back of the kitchen knife is and why he is secretly helping himself?

That figure always felt very familiar to him, like he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Lin Xiaomu is extremely depressed these days, I don't know why she always thinks of Li Zuoxi's tragic situation, inexplicably killed by her beloved, what kind of feeling should it be? Pain, despair, hatred, disgust, regret I am afraid there will be a little bit.

In the dark, they stopped in a small forest for a short rest, not daring to make a fire.

Mo Tear saw her appearance through the faint moonlight, walked over slowly, handed over a piece of dry cake, Lin Xiaomu looked at the dry cake in front of him, looked up at a smiling face, replied with a wry smile, and reached out to take it.

Mo Tear said softly: "I'm afraid! I'm the son of the world, everyone wants to kill me, if you're afraid, you can leave at any time." ”

Lin Xiaomu took a bite, a biscuit that was as dry as a stone, almost biting out half of her teeth, with a painful look, stretching out and breaking her teeth, which did not fit her cold temperament.

"I'm not afraid! I said a long time ago, your life belongs to me, and no one else wants to take it away, so I have to watch you. Lin Xiaomu said vaguely, he really knocked his teeth, and he couldn't even speak.

"It's just a pity, I gave you a chance last time, but you didn't want it, and now I'm afraid you won't be able to take my life easily. Mo tearfully said frankly.

Lin Xiaomu smiled and said, "If I don't try, how will I know?"

Hearing this, Mo Tear didn't feel any surprise and asked, "When are you going to try?" ”

Lin Xiaomu pretended to think, and after a while, he replied: "I haven't thought about it yet, you wait slowly, and tell you when I think about it." ”

Mo Tear smiled, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and asked calmly: "Is it worth it for you to do this? In order to kill me, but you chose to walk with me, maybe overnight, your reputation as the reincarnation of the Great Emperor of the Dao will fall into the stinky ditch and become notorious." Why don't you get a little refreshed and do it now. If you succeed, you'll have an even more resounding name. ”

Lin Xiaomu said with a smile: "Now you are too weak, when you become stronger, I will do it, so it will be interesting." ”

Mo tearfully asked, "Isn't it that you masters have very strange personalities?" I used to think that my master was a god, but it turned out that he might be much more powerful than your master.

And that Lin Li can kill the partner who gets along with me day and night in order to kill me, this kind of person dares to talk about justice, it's really funny.

As for you, it's pretty weird, I gave you to kill, but you didn't kill you, and now you can kill me with your ability? You said you would wait until I became stronger. None of you are normal people. ”

Lin Xiaomu was slightly distracted, and said casually: "You are not normal, you know that I will kill you, but you don't do anything to me, what is the reason?"

Mo Tear sighed, slowly stood up, slowly walked towards the carriage, and said with a smile: "If I say that I have a wrong thought about you, do you believe it?"

Lin Xiaomu was stunned, and almost didn't catch the dry cake in his hand.

Mo Tear suddenly stopped, turned back with a smile, and said: "That's right, that piece of dry cake, be careful to gnaw it, don't gnaw your teeth, a girl who is missing her front teeth, be careful that you can't get married." ”

Lin Xiaomu hurriedly came back to his senses and said angrily, "Are you underwhelmed?"

Mo Tear turned away, did not answer, and walked forward slowly.

Lin Xiaomu, who was sitting on the grass, looked at the dry cake in his hand stupidly, slowly put it into his mouth, and bit it hard, but simply took it out again and ate it with his hand.

Mo Tear stopped beside the carriage, looked at Gou Jian who was sleeping in the carriage, heard the snoring like thunder, and couldn't help but smile, this guy can fall asleep no matter what the situation, it can be regarded as heartless.

Mo Tear felt so strange, the wound on his chest could not be recovered in a short period of time, but in these two short days, it was inexplicably better than half of it, which was originally a happy thing, and he couldn't be happy.

The strange things that happened around him were nothing more than verifying the fact that he was indeed the son of the world, Mo Tear thought it was just a hat, but now he himself suspected that he was a monster.

I have also seen two of them, one of whom has already accepted him as an apprentice, and the other has given him an inexplicable ghost book, which he can't shake off, and no one else can see it, even the master who didn't kill him with that heavenly trick can't see it.

All these strange events undoubtedly prove that some legends may be true.

Mo Tear has never believed in ghosts and gods, but he met two ghosts, of course? As a ghost, it is impossible to admit that he is a ghost, and he likes to call it a soul in the name of beauty.

In Mo Tear's opinion, he is not a ghost, why did he meet him? Was it destined by God? Or was it the manifestation of the ancestors? He didn't think clearly about the question in his mind.

If those ancient legends are true, then isn't there really a great emperor in the world, who didn't know how many times he scolded each other at the sky when he was a child? Now it shouldn't be retribution, right? He thinks that there is really such a possibility.

If the legend is true, where is the other world? Why hasn't anyone discovered it for so many years? Is there a world in the legend? Why don't they come here because everyone has a long tooth and claw?

Mo Tear's mind at the moment exploded like a sticky paste, thinking about it, but I couldn't figure it out.

After thinking about it for a while, he simply put all the doubts behind him, walked to a slightly empty place, and began to practice the Dragon Tanhai Boxing Method.

After a few days of continuous practice, now I am much more proficient, and I can make six whistling sounds without punching, like ten thousand horses galloping past, and the punch is amazing, despite this, it is still far from the time of Dacheng.

In the eyes of the guards who were vigilant around, the young master's progress was too fast, and the last time I saw him boxing at the inn, I thought he was practicing aerobics, but in just a few days, he had already made a appearance.

For these guard warriors, they have been practicing boxing since childhood, and because they are not cultivators, they cannot feel the strength of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and their own bodies, so no matter how perfect they are, they lack the necessary strength and the speed of Jin Ruoyou.

Although I still feel a little awkward when I look at Shaozhu's boxing now, the power that bursts out of each punch is indeed not to be underestimated, and the speed and coherence are naturally far behind.

Mo Tear casually found a guard, and said with a smile: "You have played tricks with me, but it's good!"

The guards didn't dare at first, but it was a big disrespect to the next offense, and he dared to attack the young master. couldn't help Mo Na's persuasion, and finally fought against each other.

Mo Tear did not mobilize his vitality, but just made a move like an ordinary fight, the result was obvious, the guards let him and again still hurt Mo Tear by mistake, Mo Tear did not laugh angrily, and said: "Good fight, come again." ”

For most of the night, Mo Tear had been beaten, and Lin Xiaomu quietly looked at the young man with a blue nose and swollen face beside him, and shook his head helplessly: "This is also a madman." ”

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would have been beaten down a long time ago. But what about Mo Tears? At his god-killed god stick master, he adhered to the concept of carrying and running away, and really honed for two years. His physique is naturally much better than that of ordinary people, and there is an inexplicable Eight Heat Hell in his body, and the small injury of his nose and swollen face will make him pain for a few hours at most, and there is no major problem.

Just scared the number of guards down, and made the young master look like this, it was really difficult to atone for his sins, and he was almost beaten into a pig's head and still smiled with tears, saying the same thing, "It's okay, come again." ”

Most of the night passed, and Mo Tear didn't even punch the other party, but the other party was the first to lie down, his hands were already red, trembling, and completely unconscious.

Lin Xiaomu watched by the side for most of the night, but he didn't see the reason, and finally, unconsciously, he fell asleep on the trunk of the tree, and when he woke up, he found that he was wearing a cloak.

Mo Tear sat quietly in the carriage and thought about the next trip, he was only on the road tonight, and he still had a day to think, so he must be able to come up with a better way.

Lin Xiaomu slowly walked to the carriage and returned the windbreaker to Mo Tears, who just whispered, "Wake up!"

Lin Xiaomu nodded lightly, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and exercised, he had been breaking through the Melting Realm for two years, and he could be called a genius before, but since he was disturbed by this fool to break through the realm, his muscles and veins have been greatly damaged, and it stands to reason that he has been fine for a long time, but he can't break through the realm for a long time, and he doesn't know what's going on, it seems to have entered a bottleneck period.

Cultivators all know that the most difficult thing to achieve is the Heavenly Realm, because thinking of that kind of realm will lead to supreme heavenly tribulations, three small heavenly thunders, one big heavenly thunder, and nine heavenly fires, which are not something ordinary people can bear.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for only a dozen people in this world to reach the Suitable Heaven Realm, and most of them died at the moment of breaking the realm, at least they became wasters, and at worst they burned themselves to death.

The path of cultivation is like this, it is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, fast has the benefit of being fast, and there is a reason that slow is slow, and no one can say that it is good.

Everyone knows that when Lingyun broke through the realm, how many onlookers were attracted? That kind of earth-shattering scene made many people stop on the way to cultivation.

Lin Xiaomu has been in the peak realm of dust for two years, which cannot be said to be a bad thing, who could have predicted that a generation of peak masters of the Melting Earth Realm will devour the heavenly thunder in an instant, what a terrifying scene it is.

There is only one thing in this world that is fair, and if you want to gain something, you must give something. Often, the giving is much greater than the gain.

Despite this terrifying reality, there are still countless cultivators who have come and gone, giving up their lives to reach that heavenly realm.

Lin Xiaomu also aimed at this before, but since she met Mo Tears, her thoughts have completely changed, and her ordinary life is actually quite good.

Her eldest brother Lin Huarun is known as the youngest master of the Heavenly Realm, and a series of honorary titles such as the Shuntian Kingdom, the King of War, the Iron Blood Barrier, etc., are enough, whether she can become a master of the Heavenly Realm? It seems that it really doesn't matter that much.

Mo Tear is also very distressed now, he used to be almost not interested in cultivation, but now he can't, he has to become stronger so that he can protect himself. But his cultivation speed is really slower than the turtle's speed. After entering the early stage of the Dust Transformation Realm, no matter how hard he practiced, he would only fall into the sea like a stone in the end, unable to set off a trace of twists and turns.

Mo Tear saw Lin Xiaomu meditating quietly, the broken hair on her temples stuck to her fair skin, obviously she had begun to sweat.

"Lin Xiaomu, I heard that your spiritual sea is bright and boundless, right?" Mo Tear asked curiously.

Lin Xiaomu nodded.

Mo Tear's heart was completely cold, it seemed that he was really not the material for cultivation, his spiritual sea was pitch black, except for a whirlpool of vitality in the center and a small fiery red bead, the rest was darkness, endless darkness.

Lin Xiaomu is a genius, and the spiritual sea is a piece of light. And his spiritual sea is a darkness, so it seems that he is a big waste wood!

Mo Tear's heart suddenly cooled half, and after a while, he asked again, "What does that ordinary person's spiritual sea look like?"

Lin Xiaomu slowly opened his eyes and replied seriously, "There are big and small, anyway, it can't be boundless, only with the enhancement of cultivation, the spiritual sea can become bigger." My master said that I was a special person and a genius in the world. ”

Mo Tear cast an extremely skeptical gaze. This girl is really shameless, and she doesn't boast about herself like this. Or is it a genius in the world? If you really fight seriously, with that strange thing in your body, you really won't necessarily lose.

Lin Xiaomu saw his slightly shallow thoughts at a glance, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Why don't you find me to practice with you tomorrow?"

Mo Tear hurriedly scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "How dare you, how dare you!"

Mo Tear was very busy closing his eyes, but he couldn't let Lin Xiaomu see his thoughts.