Five months have passed, and Wen Yiming doesn't know how he survived.lā At this moment, he really wants to stop, the human will sometimes needs to see hope, and perseverance without hope will eventually make people lose faith. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Old... Wu!" Wen Yiming hadn't spoken for two months, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he spoke.

“...... Well. It took a long time for the transmission of the psychic crow to respond.

Wen Yiming didn't stop, he held on to the stone wall and opened his jaw a few times, squeezed the muscles of his lower face hard, and said, "I don't... I want to go. ”

After a while, the psychic Wu sighed, and said listlessly, "Turn the bend in front of you." ”

"Why?" As soon as the thought of relaxation came to mind, Wen Yiming wanted to fall down immediately and smash this damn passage into a ravine.

Tongling Wu lowered his eyelids, "Looking at the bend ahead, it's like a dead end, I don't want to be buried here." ”

A few words box opened, and the atmosphere that had been dull for months was slightly lighter. Wen Yiming wanted to laugh but felt his face stiffen, cracked his shriveled lips, and said, "Yes... Reason, the feng shui here is really, really special!"

Dozens of meters away from the bend, Wen Yiming felt that he had walked for a long time, Fang turned around the right-angle bend, Wen Yiming leaned against the stone wall, and was ready to slide down the stone wall.

"Lao Wen, hold on! Look, look, look at the front, look at the face!"

The tone of the psychic black made Wen Yiming resist gravity stiffly. When he looked up, his godless eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were returning to the light.

I saw that the passage under my feet only extended for 100 meters, and it was a field paved with large diamond rock. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and some red wild fruits are sparsely popping up inside...

The rest, Wen Yiming didn't pay attention, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he only had wild fruits in his eyes now, no! Weeds are not bad.

The last ten days of the journey were only sixty miles away, and after swallowing the last few pills, he had been relying on five wild fruits to hang his life, and he only got one of them connected to Lingwu.

Wen Yiming believed that even if it was a rotten wood in front of him, he would swallow it alive.

Tongling Wu was also excited, "Lao Wen resisted, I'll go and come back with some wild fruits!"

After the sound transmission was completed, he flapped his wings and flew out. After eating a wild fruit in ten days, although the psychic black did not consume much physical strength, he forgot that he was already dizzy from hunger. As soon as he left Wen Yiming's shoulder, he flew out less than ten meters, spun in the air, and fell to the ground.

Wen Yiming "......"

"Ahh The blood pressure is a bit low..."

Hope is just around the corner, Wen Yiming hasn't tasted a good mood for a long time. Holding on to the stone wall to lift his spirit, he moved forward step by step, and kept saying to himself in his heart, 'Persistence, persistence, death one step away from hope, even if the six reincarnations are all unjust souls...'

At a distance of 100 meters, Wen Yiming felt that it was so long, but fortunately, Tongling Wu immediately sent back a batch of supplies. Shaking out the wild fruit in the space of the foot ring, Tongling Wu just stood on the ground, and no longer had the slightest strength to fly to Wen Yiming's shoulder.

A man and a bird frantically stuffed wild fruits into their mouths, but their eyes were looking ahead, more and more relaxed.

After Wen Yiming ate two handfuls of wild fruits, he knew that his stomach had been empty for a long time and he couldn't eat a lot of them, so he endured greed with great self-control, and he was just as unjust as Dou E when he died of starvation.

Feeling a little regained, Wen Yiming put the psychic black on his shoulder and said, "Let's go!" ”

When you walk out of the passage, you will be greeted by a hexagonal diamond rock square with a length of 1,000 square meters.

When he came to the edge of the venue, Wen Yiming felt the murderous aura in the venue from time to time. As far as the eye can see, a tall and majestic altar stands in the center of the site, as if it is a huge diamond rock sculpture, and the top of the altar is a white jade platform that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

Wen Yiming's state at this time did not dare to test at all, he needed to recover. Fortunately, the stone walls around the square are full of weeds and wild fruits, and even a few clear springs have been found. This made Wen Yiming and Tongling Wu very happy.

Staying alive is more important than anything else. Although I still can't rest, I have survived the hardest days, not to mention the fact that there is enough food now. For more than ten days, Wen Yiming didn't do anything, just ate and drink, used spirit crystals and ash bracers to consume true qi to resist heart rate drops, and then meditated to restore mental strength.

The Tongling Wu is much simpler, after eating and drinking, he walks around and down, and prostrates the Lingyuan Crystal Essence under his body, absorbing the vitality like a dog.

Although the food is terrible, one person and one bird are happy and feel extremely happy.

Happiness is sometimes as simple as that. Wen Yiming sighed countless times.

Half a month later, Wen Yiming's face was still skinny, but it was no longer so pale, revealing a gray color, with a trace of blood. And the dark gray beard that reached his chest he never repaired, in a word, he was very busy!

I was so busy that I didn't have time to chat and fart, only when I had a delicious meal together, I looked at the altar and shared the same idea with the psychic Wu.

On this day, Wen Yiming felt that most of his physical strength and energy, as well as his true qi and spiritual strength, had recovered. Finally, I dug a small pit at the spring, and after it was filled with water, I took a good bath, and the smell was almost the same level as that of the Shadow Wren Mother.

Changing into a new set of clothes, Wen Yiming suddenly felt refreshed. Thinking of the torment of these months, I couldn't help but raise my arms to the sky and roar, only to feel that the stuffiness in my chest dissipated a lot.

"Oh, the Ninth Layer of the Martial Artist has been consummated?" Wen Yiming lowered his arms before he let out a pleasant surprise. Not only that, but after more than five months of tempering his will, his mental strength has improved a lot, and it has been condensed by more than fifty percent compared to before. What excited him the most was that there were five more open acupoints on the second vein of Ren Du, and the lower position of the Zu Shao Yang Gall Meridian in the eight veins of the Qi Jing was actually opened by a small half.

Wen Yiming couldn't stop giggling, the face that was not much better than a skeleton was indescribably weird.

Five days later, Wen Yiming stood on the edge of the square, squatting on his shoulder. One man and one bird are full of confidence ready to step into this territory that they have been interested in countless times

Wen Yiming felt that although the murderous aura in the square was very strong, the power was no longer overbearing. It is estimated that it has gone through too many years and has almost dissipated. Even so, when he was cautiously tempted, he was still scratched by the murderous aura inside on his arm.

Wen Yiming protected the psychic black on his chest, and immediately mobilized his spiritual power to pour it into the bear totem nebula, and the blood in his body instantly flowed rapidly. A furious emotion suddenly permeated his chest, and at the same time, he raised his head to the sky and screamed angrily!

"Ho~~~~ Roar!"

The surrounding sand and dust pounced on the outer edge of a five-meter large ring, and a concussive force made the psychic black tremble with white feathers.

Roar of the Thunder of the Battle Cry!

Wen Yiming, who felt that his defense had increased dramatically, resolutely stepped into the murderous arena, and the sound of 'swish' cut the clothes he had just put on not long ago, but his body was unscathed.

"Good martial arts! Praise !!" the psychic crow cooed, "It's actually released in groups, even Lao Wu and I feel that I can withstand this murderous aura, goo-goo!"

"Oh?" Wen Yiming said in surprise, "Old Wu, your defense has increased?"

"That's right, you don't see that the color of my feathers has become a little more crystalline, which requires me to advance to achieve the defensive power. ”

At this moment, Wen Yiming almost urinated and urinated, and it was another shared skill!

Against the sky, that is a must, a must!

With the experience of comprehending the sharing of the aura of concentration, he believed that he could quickly find a way to share the Battle Cry, but not now.

Wen Yiming was moving forward quickly, and he couldn't stop laughing, "Haha, Lao Tzu's special forces! Under my roar, the heaven-sent continent has to tremble! haha..."

Tongling Wu didn't understand, but looking at its obscene appearance, he had to roll his eyes violently, and there was a chill.