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Thousands of miles of Gobi, the sunset is misty, Wang Xiaomo walked in it with a black face, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power around his body, like a mortal, the storage bag in his arms has long been unknown, and the cold voice just now has never appeared again.

"What's going on? How did I get here. ”

Wang Xiaomo panicked in his heart, looked at the vast Gobi, felt the heat wave coming, leaned over and pinched a handful of soil, started to compare the real self, and pinched himself hard, and immediately a burst of pain came, making Wang Xiaomo grin for a while.

"This must be an illusion!"

Because Wang Xiaomo's consciousness has been lost, he can't find out whether there is still a spiritual sea in his dantian, let alone whether the jade plate in his dantian exists, facing the endless wilderness Gobi, Wang Xiaomo's face became even more ugly, and at this moment he can already conclude that all this in front of him must be related to that indifferent voice.

"Is this what they call a catastrophe?"

Wang Xiaomo pondered while walking, and did not dare to relax his vigilance in his heart, and walked like this for nearly a day, and there was still no sound around.

"What is this? You can't just trap me here? ”

Wang Xiaomo sat on the ground with his buttocks, kneading his feet that were already painful, his mouth was dry, and the sky around him had gradually darkened.

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One day, two days, five days, ten days, a month, Wang Xiaomo wandered in the wilderness Gobi like this, already ragged, dizzy with hunger, and this month wandering in this wilderness Gobi except Wang Xiaomo panting, there is no living thing.

"What the hell is this place, is there anyone alive, come out of one!"

Wang Xiaomo finally couldn't hold on, his eyes were red with blood, and there was a roar when he looked up to the sky, and the voice came far away, but there was still no response, and this wilderness Gobi was like a dead land.

"I don't believe you can trap me for the rest of my life!"

Wang Xiaomo's body shook again and again, staggering forward, although his expression was in a trance, but his heart was clear, and he glanced at the still boundless wilderness of the Gobi, Wang Xiaomo simply stopped moving forward, sat on the ground with his butt closed, and meditated with his eyes closed.

Another ten days have passed, Wang Xiaomo sat in the wilderness and never moved again, even if he had no spiritual power fluctuations around his body at this time, due to excessive hunger and thirst, the flesh and blood around his body had been dried up like dry bones, and he looked like a dry corpse from a distance, and only when he got close could he feel that there was still a trace of vitality fluctuations from Wang Xiaomo's body.

"Hungry?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in Wang Xiaomo's ears, Wang Xiaomo's originally closed eyes slowly opened, but he saw a man in black standing in front of him, covered in black gas, unable to see his face clearly, only revealing two cold eyes looking at him.

"Hungry!"

Wang Xiaomo's hoarse throat struggled to spit out a word.

"Thirsty?"

There was a hint of mockery in his cold gaze under the black gas, and then he asked.

"Thirsty!"

Wang Xiaomo still spoke hoarsely.

The look of ridicule in the eyes of the man in black was even worse, and the fingers of his right hand touched the ground slightly, and a bowl of broth appeared on his left hand, and immediately the smell of meat was wafting around, and a bowl of fragrant sake appeared in his hand with his right hand again.

Wang Xiaomo looked at the meat and wine, and couldn't help but grunt in his throat, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"You worship me as Lord, and this wine and meat are yours?"

The black-clothed man's voice was full of contempt, and he looked at Wang Xiaomo with a playful look.

Wang Xiaomo slowly raised his head and looked at the man in black who couldn't see his face clearly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a hint of mockery.

"You want me to serve you as Lord with these two bowls of wine and meat?"

When the man in black saw Wang Xiaomo say this, the look of ridicule on his face was still the same.

"Don't starve to death, die of thirst, what conditions do you still have the heart to tell me?"

"If I could die of thirst and starvation, it's been forty days, I should have died a long time ago, and if I can wait until now, I think I should still be hungry here, and I won't die of thirst."

"Are you so sure?"

The man in black had a faint voice.

"I'm really not sure, just try it, since I can't get out here, then I won't go out."

Wang Xiaomo glanced at the wine and meat in the hands of the man in black, gritted his teeth, and forcibly closed his eyes again.

Seeing that Wang Xiaomo actually ignored it, the man in black finally showed a solemnity on his cold face, and after a little groaning, the big sleeve shook Wang Xiaomo in his hand violently, and the black gas was great, and the two disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After a stick of incense, Wang Xiaomo suddenly opened his eyes, but saw that he was already on an earth-shattering mountain, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that there were all countries under the peak, and the man in black stood on the peak and waved his hand, and said lightly:

"Everything you see here was originally mine, and now I give it all to you, you will have everything here, as long as you serve me as the Lord!"

Wang Xiaomo glanced at the man in black like a king, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of mockery again.

"You don't talk nonsense here, is everything true here? Even if it's true, I don't want it, you can't give me what I want! ”

Seeing that Wang Xiaomo was still unmoved by everything in front of him, the black qi around the man in black suddenly churned violently, and a strong murderous intent finally flashed in his cold eyes.

"Whatever you want, you just have to say it and I can give it to you, as long as you serve me as Lord!"

Wang Xiaomo looked at the man in black who was a little angry, opened his mouth and said softly:

"I want to live forever!"

"I want to be free!"

As Wang Xiaomo's thunderous voice came out of his mouth, the figure in black suddenly retreated, and the murderous intent in his eyes was immediately flourishing, and with the two words that Wang Xiaomo said, Wang Xiaomo felt that the spiritual power that had disappeared suddenly had a revival in his body.

"No one can give you what you want!"

The voice of the man in black turned into a storm, and he roared at Wang Xiaomo, and the entire world was immediately shaken.

"I don't want to ask anyone, I'll fight for it myself, as for you? Let's get out of here! ”

Wang Xiaomo's face was calm, his voice was not hurried, and in the storm turned by the man in black, it was like a Taoist sound, which spread throughout the whole world.

"I've slaughtered you now, I see how you want your immortality, how do you want your freedom!"

With the roar of the man in black, the black gas around him dispersed, and when Wang Xiaomo looked up again, he saw that the man in black had disappeared in place, and there was a large dark cloud gathering in the sky overhead, and the clouds and mist were rolling, from which the big face that Wang Xiaomo saw when he crossed the catastrophe was once again revealed, and the entire world here was immediately shrouded in a heavenly power.

Wang Xiaomo looked up at the sky, the mockery at the corner of his mouth was even stronger, and he pointed at the sky with one hand, and scolded:

"You stinky shameless, I didn't stab you to death with a sword just now, and now you're here to pretend to be a ghost, hurry up and get out of the way, otherwise believe it or not, I'll poke you 10,000 transparent holes now."

After that, the revived spiritual power in the body suddenly tumbled, and countless thunderbolts rushed into the spiritual sea from the mist in the dantian, and with Wang Xiaomo's meridians gushing out wildly, a simple big sword of more than 3,000 zhang with countless seven-colored thunder suddenly appeared in Wang Xiaomo's hand, and a monstrous sword aura rushed into the sky.

And when such a big face in the clouds and mist saw this sword, a flash of panic suddenly flashed in his originally cold eyes, and a heart-rending unwilling sound came out of his mouth:

"You wait, I'll come again!"

After the voice, the clouds and mist in the sky rolled for a while, wrapped in the big face and disappeared in front of Wang Xiaomo in a blink of an eye, and as the big face left, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in Wang Xiaomo's mind.

When Wang Xiaomo opened his eyes, he saw that he was still sitting in the Spirit Lake, and his body did not move at all.

The big cat not far away looked at Wang Xiaomo, who had just opened his eyes and was crackling with thunder, with a solemn face, and the cat's eyes were full of uncertainties.

After a long time like this, the big cat tentatively asked:

"Master, did you experience a heart tribulation just now?"

"How long have I been sitting here?"

Wang Xiaomo asked instead of answering.

"Time for a stick of incense!"

"Huh!?"

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