A month later, Wen Yiming felt that the side effects of the amplification potion had disappeared, proving that he had been in this gray space for half a year.

His meridians were broken countless and he couldn't cultivate, but with the disappearance of the side effects of the amplification mixture, his cultivation automatically entered the second layer of the general, but the true yuan and spiritual power were not recovered, and the injuries were still serious, and they were even slowly aggravating in the cold gray space.

A year later, he gave up looking for a way out, sucking what little liquor he had left in his tent, with a secret sign in front of him, knowing that there were many people in the outside world who were worried about him, and he was also worried about those who cared about him.

He knew all about Shu Jianfeng's conspiracies, but he could only wait for death and could not do anything about it.

He misses his mother, misses the fifth autumn girl, and misses Shu Yilan, he will be like an old man every day, countless memories, and then fall asleep in the exhaustion of the injury.

He felt lonely, roaring and screaming in this dead space countless times, but there was no response but his echo, and the slightest wind could not be raised, so that he almost forgot what it was like to be cool.

Without cultivation, he has nothing to do, and every time he opens the ring, it will consume his already little spiritual power, and he will starve to death sooner or later.

Staying too long and wanting to prove that he was still alive, he continued to use the reason to find a way out to continue his fighting spirit.

Two years have passed, and his viscera and muscles and bones have healed, but there are countless dark wounds left behind, tormenting his nerves all the time, and the few remaining body forging cultivation are struggling to support him.

He had long since regained his appearance, his thick beard and snowy hair, his cloudy eyes were dull, and he walked barefoot under his ragged clothes.

He called out to the pony and the Blazing Demon Dragon countless times, but because he didn't dare to consume too much mental power, he didn't know if the pony was still asleep and if the Blazing Demon Dragon had recovered.

He was able to survive in Shu Jianfeng's hands thanks to the Blazing Demon Dragon, and the moment he fell into the flame blade of the altar, he clearly felt that the Blazing Demon Dragon was desperately protecting himself, and when he woke up, his contract with the Blazing Demon Dragon had disappeared, and the red silk wrapped around the snake ring on his finger might be the Blazing Demon Dragon, as for the breath, he couldn't feel it at all.

On this day, he stopped and summoned everything he could eat and use from the ring together, and there was only one chance to open the ring, and he could only do that.

At this point, he no longer had the mental strength, so he had to set up a tent here, guarding the food and waiting for death.

It's been two years, and he's lost all the miracles of his fantasies, and maybe he's really exhausted his qi, he thought.

He counted the source of food and water, and when he knew that he had a year to live at most, he couldn't help but cry out in grief.

Since falling into this space, no matter how desperate he is, he has not been so sad at such a moment.

He thought of his mother and the fifth autumn girl again, and he didn't know what he was doing at this time, he must be thinking about himself too!

In two years, Shu Jianfeng may have been involved in countless bloodshed in the south, and if the Fifth Autumn Crossbow was still in the south, he would definitely suffer from it.

No one knew about Shu Jianfeng's conspiracy, and thinking that countless people he was worried about might be murdered in the future, he knelt on the ground and smashed the ground that didn't hurt his hands.

He didn't feel scared of death, he wasn't afraid of death, but he had regrets.

Just by Shu Jianfeng's Void Claw Shadow at that time, he knew that Shu Jianfeng's combat power at the first level of the Martial Sect was so high, if he broke out with all his strength, even Jin Zhong in the late stage of the Martial Sect was not an opponent, and this was not counting whether Shu Jianfeng had any hole cards.

He believed that Shu Jianfeng could know the Rakshasa blood and heroic tears, and he also had secrets outside the Code of Resentment.

With Shu Jianfeng's forbearance, once promoted to the God of War, his combat power will be able to directly threaten the peak God of War, and in this process of growth, he may not know how many hole cards will be added.

With this person's temperament, he will never be subject to the rules of guarding the god of war, and the altar that he used to think was a great enemy may be a joke in front of Shu Jianfeng.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. Shu Jianfeng couldn't have endured for decades just being obsessed with martial arts, and his ambition was probably known only to himself in the entire Heavenly Continent.

Surrender or die! This is what Shu Jianfeng said, even those who do not let go of their junior sister and daughter, no one in this world will stop their ruthless footsteps.

The dragon soul will be destroyed, the natural disasters will be destroyed, and all opposing forces and voices will be ruthlessly destroyed, as well as the people he loves the most.

"Skywalker!" Wen Yiming touched his head to the ground and wept silently in self-deprecation, faintly bloody tears soaked away in the fine sand, overflowing with an extremely faint trace of vitality.

Wen Yiming, who was almost numb, was unaware, and his secret injury intensified in grief, he fainted, and the voice of the book spirit that had been calling bitterly in his mind calmed down, as if he felt Wen Yiming's helplessness, and no longer added to the pain for him.

He woke up, rolled over and fell asleep on his back, and after a long time, he got into the tent and slept for several days.

When he walked out of the tent again, his eyes suddenly widened, looking at the green at his feet, and his nose fluttered with a sad emotion.

Then, he was excited!

Carefully prostrate down, watching the rice-like sprouts emerge from the fine sand, he stretched out his hands to pick them up, but he trembled and took them back.

Life!

It's been two years, and it's come to life!

He cried with joy, not for anything, but for finding a new life in this dead and lonely space, he was no longer lonely, at least for the only years to come, there was a grass to accompany him.

In the past two years, he has never had such an excited moment, he took the daily tools he had prepared by the tent, and made a low fence for this little green shoot, he was afraid that one day he would accidentally step on it and hurt it.

He was busy, and he didn't notice that the tears in his crying and laughing turned into invisible emotions, which were quietly absorbed by the green shoots.

Since then, he spends more time every day no longer in a daze and sleeping, just lying outside the fence that is only five inches high, quietly watching the growth of green shoots, and it is a day at a glance.

He found that the green shoots did not need water, and the water he carefully watered was automatically drained by the fine sand, and as time passed, the green shoots gradually withered.

He was so sad that he couldn't help but cry.

The next day, the green shoots came back to life, as if they were still thicker, and he was inexplicably moved, as if his child was reborn.

This and so on and so forth, he seemed to have made a discovery.

He still didn't care, he took good care of the green shoots that were growing up, and when the green shoots opened two small young leaves, he laughed and ran wildly in the gray space, roaring loudly, and the tears of emotion dissipated in the wind.

He began to conserve food and water, and he wanted to live as long as possible.

Another year passed, and the green shoots grew half a foot tall and crystal clear, as if they were small transparent lotus canopies composed of water elements, and Wen Yiming was extremely careful every time he lay on the ground, for fear of alarming them and turning them into a puddle of water stains.

This is his hope for survival, and he will talk to it every day, chatting, and telling about the outside world.

He didn't know if it was a delusion, but he could feel it listening, even sharing his sorrows and joys.