The faint yellow phantom exuded vigorous vitality and seemed to contain infinite power. Now it stood in front of him with its back to Lang Hatian, its right hand clenched into a fist and stretched forward, confronting Liang Ping.

And Liang Ping's eyes finally radiated brilliance, with a happy look on his face. The phantom's hand let go of the last stone and slipped from its palm, falling to the ground with a "click".

"Stinky boy, I forced your soul out, if it weren't for that, you would have to be beaten half to death by me today. ”

Lang hattian still looked confused, looking at this unfamiliar silhouette in front of him, a little incredible.

"This is my soul?"

"Of course, you haven't summoned it for so long that you forgot about it?"

"But I didn't call it out. ”

"It's because the situation is critical, and it subconsciously wants to protect you. ”

As soon as Liang Ping finished speaking, the soul automatically retracted into its body, and Lang hated himself as if nothing had happened.

"You can't use your soul freely yet, you need more exercise, but after these days of tempering, unconsciously, your soul is much more condensed than before, I remember when it was in Yuhua Town, it couldn't even grab a water cup, and now it can resist substantial attacks, let's stop here today, sleep!"

Liang Ping nodded with satisfaction and went into the cave. Lang Hatian was physically and mentally exhausted, large and small wounds made him feel stinging pain as soon as he moved, he sat on the ground, looking at his hands, the blood in his palms had begun to slowly scab, but Lang Hatian seemed to be able to feel the huge power hidden in his body.

"It turns out that the soul can be so powerful. ”

He clenched his fists, feeling as if he wasn't so confused anymore.

"I'm going to get stronger!"

After he had finished his wounds, and seeing that it was getting late, he added some more wood to the campfire and turned back into the cave. Liang Ping's snoring had already come from the depths. Every day that followed, Liang Ping had been training Lang Hatian on the road, and his soul had been further enhanced, and after about half a month, he had been able to summon it freely.

In the northwestern part of the Ten Chaos Mountains, in a mountain stream, the water is murmuring, the temperature is already very high at this time, and all kinds of small beasts can be seen everywhere in the forest, they either jump on the branches of the trees, or hunt on the ground. An unknown rat was drinking from the river, and then it jerked its head up, its delicate little ears fluttering from side to side, as if it had heard something.

"Drink!" shouted at the murmuring of the water, and when you turned the next col, you could see a waterfall thrown down from a mountainside and a pool at the foot of the mountain. The pool is not very deep, and the water is very clear, just without Lang's calves.

He stood facing the waterfall, his body motionless, and there was also a phantus in front of him with a silhouette similar to his own, which was his soul, and it was striking again and again, bombarding the turbulence of the waterfall. Liang Ping was sitting on a bluestone by the pond at this time, watching Lang hatetian practice, with a strong love in his eyes, which was about to flow out.

When he was young, he put his gaze in a certain direction in the distance, as if he wanted to see through the mountain passes, Liang Ping's eyes slowly became a little heavier, and there seemed to be something that frightened him on the other side of the mountain.

In the time of rest, Liang Ping rubbed his sword and casually asked Lang Hattian: "Little God, tell me again, how to go from here to Lei Gang Mountain?"

"I rely on Old Man Liang, you let me recite it every day, don't you bother. ”

"If you want to say it, you can say it!"

Liang Ping knocked a shudder on the back of his head, and Lang hattian touched his head and recited angrily: "From here to Leigang Mountain, go north first, and then turn east after passing through the black leaf forest belt and go all the way." ”

"It's good, you have to remember. ”

"Oh no, old man Liang, Lei Gangshan is obviously in the east, why are we going to the northwest now!?"

Liang Ping's hand as he wiped Jian Feng shook clearly, but he did a great job of covering up the past and didn't let his emotions fluctuate greatly.

"Ah, that's right, if we go north at the beginning, we will pass through a very dangerous area, and there will be some monsters that are difficult to entangle, so we will have to take a detour. ”

Lang hated the sky and was suspicious, and Liang Ping then wiped it hastily a few times and put away the long sword. In the next few days, Liang usually asked Lang Hatian to repeat this passage after training from time to time, so that he wondered if Liang Ping had a bad brain.

But every time he asked, Liang Ping still used the original reason to prevaricate himself. It's just that Lang Hatian didn't notice that Liang Ping's eyes became heavier and heavier.

Liang Ping took Lang Hatian to the depths of the northwest hinterland of the Ten Chaos Mountains, which are the most sparsely populated, and there may not be a person who will come here for many years, although the danger here is much smaller than the central hinterland of the Ten Chaos Mountains, but Lang Hattian faintly feels a little cold from the heart.

He couldn't put it into words, and subconsciously attributed it to the fact that he was too tired from training recently. But is that really the case?

Because of this, the hinterland of the northwest has become a paradise for weak beasts, and anyway, Lang Hates can kick something out of a random kick in a bush. It's just that these days, the number of small beasts is slowly decreasing.

Perhaps, beasts also have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Lang hattian has no intention of paying attention to this, and the large amount of training every day has made him unbearable. Day after day, on the road they traveled, there would always be the sound of Lang Hatian's diligence, and in this vast mountain range, somewhere inconspicuous in the mountain, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened.

The owner of these eyes exhaled a breath of heat, and said in a chaotic voice that did not distinguish between male and female, and the deep loneliness hidden in the words.

"Is anyone finally here again, it's been boring all these years, and it looks like it's going to have fun. ”

It sounded like it was happy, but it felt like something out of the ordinary.

"It's a familiar breath. ”

Its eyes blinked, searching its mind for memories from tens of thousands of years.

"I see, I was a coward from more than 20 years ago. ”

Its heart is even more excited, after all, the feeling of seeing the old man is always embarrassing. It's just that the owner of this pair of blood-red eyes was not too excited, and even after it calmed down, he was slightly disappointed in his heart.

"Why doesn't there be Lei Yunling's breath, didn't he come?"

Thinking of this, it was a little unhappy, but soon closed its eyes again and waited quietly.

"I'm sure one day, you'll come back. ”

This sentence floated out of the cave on the mountainside, and went into the distance, Liang Ping, who was wiping the blade of the sword, was blown by the mountain wind, and his body shook violently. He seemed to hear the words of a terrifying being, and his heart trembled even more, and his hands began to shake when he wiped his face.

He believed that the thing he was looking for was very close to him, and in the evening of that day, Liang Ping asked Lang Hatian the same question again, and this time the other party finally couldn't help it.

"Old man Liang, what's wrong with you lately, are you sick in the brain, let me repeat the same thing all day long, are you enough, I'm not a three-year-old child, thanks to you, now I estimate that I can go to Lei Gang Mountain with my eyes closed!"

Liang Ping was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, Lang hattian was already so angry that he ran to rest. As the night wore on, all the little beasts in the forest relented their cries. Lang hated the sky lying on the ground, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, he felt that he had just gone too far, and he thought that Liang Ping must have done this for a reason, and the other party was hiding something from him.

Finally, the fatigue of the day made him unable to resist the caress of the sleeping god, and fell asleep in a puzzled way.

The moonlight was not very bright tonight, and it was almost dark in the great forest. Suddenly, a vague figure appeared on the bluestone, holding a long sword in his hand. The man looked back at the sleeping Lang hattian, gritted his teeth, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

The crooked moon hangs silently, trying its best to illuminate the dreams of the ignorant.