In the past twenty days, nearly ten drops of essence blood have been wasted, and I usually pinch the spirit crystal to enrich my true qi, and by the way, I have added some more time to honestly meditate and restore my spiritual power. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was a little numb when he burst into sperm and blood later.

On the last day of the projection, just as Wen Yiming was stunned holding the wine jar and wanted to take a sip to relieve his addiction, Tongling Wu appeared in the valley passage.

"Old Wen Lao Wen! Take some food out, Lao Wu and I are hungry, and I almost didn't rely on the sand on the road. After the psychic fell, he complained.

Wen Yiming listlessly took out a small amount of dry food and water, and after the wind swept away, he said in pain, "Look at you like this, you have nothing to gain, got!" This time the way to die was to starve to death, to be honest, Lao Tzu was very reluctant to accept it! When that time comes, I'll roast you and eat you first, and be a full ghost! ”

The psychic black bird's beak was wide open, as if it had a full burp, Chao Wen Yiming rolled his eyes, jumped on his shoulder, and said, "How can I have time to go back to the old black bird, take a walk, and vitality has appeared." ”

Wen Yiming saw that it didn't look like a fake, so he was overjoyed and kicked straight up and made a Sichuan opera action.

Hit each other with both hands and said, "Is this true?" ”

"Seriously!"

"Fruit~~~?"

"Sure enough!"

"Babble, babble! Let's go! ”

In twenty days, Wen Yiming has already fully recovered. Listening to Tongling Wu say that there is vitality, his heart is very excited, where is there still a little sluggishness, and he raises the yellow sand and dust under his feet and runs away.

Along the way, he got it from the psychic black transmission, and it turned out that in the past twenty days, Lao Wu had traveled almost everywhere in the ruins except for a few places where he felt dangerous. In the end, I found a passage with many forks, and after wasting seven days of continuous round-trips, and flying all the dead roads, I finally found a passage that was not yellow sand.

It flew for two days but could not reach the end of the journey, so it had to return the way it came. According to psychic sources, the passage and its sides were made entirely of rocks, but there were edible things such as wild fruits at intervals high above the stone walls.

Wen Yiming's biggest problem now is food, although the news of food is not as gratifying as seeing the light of day, but it can also solve the current crisis. What's more, that passage has not reached the end of the psychic black flight for two days, it should not be as simple as a dead end, in this case, Wen Yiming will not give up any possibility.

With the psychic crow navigating on his shoulder, Wen Yiming was like a wild horse, trampling the yellow sand under his feet unscrupulously. In less than half a day, Wen Yiming came to the stone wall passage.

The stone walls on both sides are about five zhang high, and the psychic Wu once wanted to go up to see it, but it turned out that there seemed to be an invisible barrier at the top. The middle road is less than two meters wide, and after ten miles of progress, it is full of rocky sections with no grass.

Fortunately, every fifty miles or so, a purple wild fruit growing from the cracks in the stone wall would be found in the sky above the stone wall, and the wild fruit did not have any stems and leaves, and stuck to the stone crevices like moss. And where there are wild fruits, there are always droplets of water oozing from the cracks at the bottom of the stone wall.

"That's a kind of life, haha!" In addition to being happy, Wen Yiming took out the only little dry food and a few mouthfuls of water, and ate and drank with Tongling Wu first. Then he got up and hurried.

Along the way, Wen Yiming maintained a constant speed along the passage, and whenever he encountered the purple wild fruit, the Tongling Wu was responsible for taking it down and eating it. Although the taste was sour and spicy, and it was disgusting every time he ate it, Wen Yiming still kept a small number of wild fruits one at a time. No one knows what the environment will be like on the road behind, it would be nice to have something to satisfy hunger, and it is estimated that it is impossible to be delicious and full for the time being.

A few days later, Wen Yiming felt that something was wrong, such a little bit of food connected to Lingwu was not enough to stuff his teeth, and if he wanted to live for a long time, either Wen Yiming cut meat and fed the 'eagle', or Tonglingwu threw himself into feeding the 'wolf'!

In Wen Yiming's mind, this road is at most a dead end, and it is impossible to have no end, this is not scientific. And the psychic crow has almost been turned around in the ruins, and the best place to go is just the forest with a lake, at least with his experience as a special soldier, it is no problem to live for decades.

However, he remembered the words on the leather, it was said that the senior was chased into the waterway by the Jasper Mantis all the time, and he knew very well that the Jasper Mantis, the steel mantis was a matter of two knives in front of it, and this existence was not arrogant enough to think that he could compete with one of them.

Going all the way, although one person and one bird can only eat five wild fruits every day, Wen Yiming is already very satisfied. As for those water droplets, Wen Yiming was not enough, and Tongling Wu could only hold on to the stone wall by himself and raise his mouth to quench his thirst.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

The words between Wen Yiming and Tongling Wu became less and less, and they often couldn't say three sentences a day. A person and a bird know that this passage is winding and turning, maybe there is a way of life ahead, or it may be a dead end road, but there is no intention of stopping.

As soon as it stops, the food is cut off. They are not strong enough to stop eating the fireworks of the world by cultivating.

Even if you want to go back to the lakeside woods at this time, there are no wild fruits on the way back, so how can you live?

Moving forward without sleep, Wen Yiming lost a whole weight. If it weren't for the relief of boredom, he often used the Cold Moon Sword to repair his beard, and he would have been no different from a savage.

Two months later, the back of the passage was moving extremely slowly, and the psychic on the shoulder was lying on it, and it would not move for almost the whole day except for picking fruits and eating. And Wen Yiming has no interest in repairing his beard.

Walking along the passage, it gradually became aimless like a walking corpse, and even sticking a wine gourd to the stone wall to catch water droplets has become a subconscious habit.

There is no sunrise and sunset, no wind and rain, no day and night... Three months passed.

Wen Yiming wanted to stop countless times, and fell into the passage to sleep well, even if it was to sit down and drink the jar of spirits.

However, he knew that once he sat down, he would never get up again, and that what awaited them would be starvation to death. It's not that he didn't think about eating the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor in the space of the psychic black foot ring, although that thing is disgusting, but as a special soldier, this bit of resistance is still there.

However, after releasing the body of the Shadow Wren Mother Empress, he found that his body had dried up inexplicably, and when the Cold Moon Sword slashed dozens of swords in a row, and only cut off a piece of jet-black dried meat that would spark if it smashed on the stone wall, Wen Yiming completely extinguished his thoughts.

When it will be the end, he does not know. The heart rate of the dragon swallowing Beidou has always been above one hundred and fifty, and when there is really no way, he will numb a drop of essence blood...

The sleepless days that had tormented him all day long had sunken eyes, high cheekbones, and beards on his face under the shroud of long snow-white hair.

This is also the strongest soul support that Wen Yiming has in his mind with the Chaos Nebula, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago.

In the days that followed, Wen Yiming no longer stored wild fruits, but would use up some of the stock every few days. Because the speed is too slow, it will take him two days to walk fifty miles without stopping.

This month, Wen Yiming and Tongling Wu didn't say a word between them, and even when they ate wild fruits, they subconsciously stuffed them into their mouths, and sometimes they couldn't even hear the sound of chewing, so they swallowed it in a daze. In the silence of the passage, only the sound of slow footsteps could be heard.

Wen Yiming did not lose the belief in survival, but he did not have much will to survive, everything was planted in the first month of self-suggestion, and then in the obsession of forced indoctrination, numbly executing the hints that kept repeating in his mind.

Go ahead, can't sleep! Persistence, in itself, is a long challenge, and there is no limit to it, unless it is the end of life...

Wen Yiming hasn't had the idea of going out for a long, long time, not because he doesn't want to, but because he has forgotten.

I have even forgotten what it means to be alive, and what it means to die...