Another month passed. Xiao Wuyou has not yet found a way out. He lingered on the edge of this boundlessness for three months.

Xiao Wuyou thought it was funny when he was in the Nirvana Grotto. Why didn't he try to resist the combined attack of Wu San and Li Hao, and find another way out of the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana? If he resisted the attack of Wu San and Li Hao, he might have been seriously injured, but the more serious damage would be a hundred times stronger than wandering in this ghost place.

Recalling that Li Hao wanted to stay in the Nirvana Bodhi Cave for three thousand years, he was also very stupid. Such a harsh environment, let alone three thousand years, is a year, which may not be able to survive. Little Wuyou is like that now. In another three months, his elixir would be exhausted, and the sea of souls would dry up again. Maybe in another ten or eight days, he will be completely unconscious, sleep on the edge of this endless end, and finally die.

But Xiao Wuyou didn't stop. He swallowed the elixir anyway and walked in one direction. Finally, when the elixir ran out, he melted the elixir with a large yellow flame to provide energy. In this way, he only used a little energy, but he didn't care at all.

The reason why we are so persistent is naturally because of the commitment in our hearts.

"Pingting, I'll definitely go find you. "Say it's small and worry-free.

From the five-vein aura to the present, Xiao Wuwu has learned a lot of things, and there are three kinds of divine skills. But the most important thing that has sustained him to where he is today is that he never knows what to give up.

If you run out of spirit stones, replace them with elixirs. If the elixir runs out, replace it with the elixir. If you run out of artifacts, replace them with your own blood. If the blood essence is exhausted in the end, it is better to use your own life.

He will not give up, never, and the promise he made will definitely take his life to fulfill.

"Nirvana Bodhi Cave, you can't fool me!" Roaring, soul-shaking.

The cry from the depths of the soul seemed to be answered, and a buzzing sound rang in the ears. Such a simple humming makes this dark ghost place like the sound of nature. He was overjoyed and immediately drove around with the Soul Tissot in search of the source of the sound. However, no matter where he flew, the buzzing still rang in his ears, which made Xiao Wu worry like an ant on a hot pot.

It's a lifeline. He didn't want it to slip away, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't find it, because the sound seemed to come from his ocean of knowledge, with no direction at all. When he thought of the word "knowing the sea", Xiao Wuyou was taken aback and immediately wrote his knowledge into the bracelet.

The black stone emits a black light, and the soft humming sound comes from this black stone.

"Fragments of the Body"

The black stone that Xiao Wuyou naturally recognized was the Dharma body piece hidden in the wooden box given by the Yan family's villa.

Although the reincarnated ancestor never said anything about the body of the fragment of the Dharma, the little carefree would not give up his study because the reincarnated ancestor did not say anything, but no matter what method he used, the body of the fragment of the Dharma was like a common black stone and did not react. There is nothing magical about it other than hardness, but he doesn't think it lives in the same place, but there will be movement here.

Soon, Xiao Wuyou discovered the anomaly of the Dharma body fragments. As his position changes, the humming sound changes faster and slower. Although it's only a little bit, how can you hide it from Xiao Wuyou now.

"Don't you know?" He suddenly had an idea. Xiao Wuyou clutched the fragments of the Dharma Body tightly, and quickly moved in the direction of the higher frequency of the sound. Now is not the time to maintain the power of his soul.

Xiao Wuyou believes that the humming of the fragments of the Dharma Body has the function of guiding the direction. The faster the frequency, that is, the more special a place can be found.

No matter how dangerous that place is, it's at least 100 times stronger than this ghost place.

Unfortunately, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Although the buzzing became more and more frequent as Xiao Wuyou progressed, Xiao Wuyou had been flying for 5 days and 5 nights, but his eyes were still as dark as before. The elixir has run out, and there are not many spiritual tools left.

Ten days later, Xiao Wuyou still found nothing. At this time, all the spiritual tools, except for them, were completely consumed by him. At this time, Xiao Wuyou really came to the end of the mountain.

The speed of Hunling Tissot can be said to be thousands of miles a day. Without the help of Tissot, without his little psychic power, he could not have flown far.

Xiao Wuyou stood quietly on the Hunling Tianshuo, pondered for a long time, and then slowly, the Yanhuang Holy Sword appeared in his hand, stroking the Yanhuang Holy Sword. Xiao Wuyou's heart was painful: "I'm sorry, sir. ”

Xiao Wuyou only had the Yanhuang Holy Sword left in his body, which was not only a sacred weapon, but also a symbol of his memory of Xiao Yaozi.

He grew up without his parents. His adoptive mother, Chen Lin, raised him as an A. In his life, there has never been a role like that of a father. Although he had never met Xiao Yaozi, he naturally took it as an opportunity to fill his father's vacancy. If it weren't for the point where there was no way, he wouldn't have considered destroying the Yanhuang Holy Sword.

After a long time, his hand was raised high, and the yellow sword in his hand began to glow faintly. The light grew stronger and stronger, as if it were about to burn out the brilliance of his life.

"Master, please forgive me for my unfilial piety. Little Wuyou, who was about to melt the yellow knife, said sadly.

At this moment, a very soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Although the sound is not clear, it is almost inaudible.

"Hassle-free"

The sound of the light floating made Xiao Sanssoi feel like he was being bombarded by thunder, but he didn't wait for him to find the source of the sound, the space around him began to increase its abnormal breathing, and then mixed with the faint light of Tiansuo, a huge shadow, appeared in Xiao Sansso's head. When he looked up, he looked shocked.

A mountain appears in the sky and slowly descends. This is the direction of the mountain. The strange lines make Xiao Wuyou suddenly realize that this is not a mountain at all, but a palm tree comparable to a mountain.

The hand fell slowly, so slow that little Wuyou had enough time to answer. But Xiao Wuyou stood still, not because he didn't want to move, but because he found that he couldn't move at all.

In the past, he didn't want to be confined to the same place by those palms, but this time, it felt completely different. He didn't feel any oppression. There is only one emotion in his heart, and that is obedience, absolute obedience.

His heart kept turning, trying to get rid of the "Great Hope" of submission, but his body had already succumbed to the mountain like the palm of his hand, unable to move.

In the end, when the endless darkness once again enveloped Xiao Wuyou's sight, he could only look at himself helplessly, being held tightly by that big hand.

"This time, is it really going to die?"

When he regained consciousness, Xiao Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes. It's no longer an empty and dark space, it's full of mist, cold and comfortable. But there's one thing that's very similar to this endless edge, and that's that there's nothing here.

He woke up from the shock. The ragged robe was gone, but he didn't know who to replace. That's not where he cares most. Because at this time, his World of Warcraft had disappeared, and even the Dharma Body Fragment and the Yellow Knife in his hand were gone, not to mention Hun Ling Tianshuo. At this time, he can really be used alone, but all.

There is no time to deal with things outside. Xiao Wu swam around and found that there was no change except for the power of the soul. He stood up and walked uneasily into the depths of the fog.

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