As soon as the god in the sword waved his hand, the entire dream world was violently turbulent in an instant, and infinite brilliance was derived from nothingness, gathering in front of Hong Yi, forming a gate of light.

"Go and go, and when you get inside, the old man will guide you how to behave."

The opportunity was in front of him, but Hong Yi was slightly hesitant, because at this moment, he suddenly recalled the bastard encounter along the way, and went in to improve his strength, would there really be such a good thing?

Seeing Hong Yi hesitate, the god of the sword smiled, and didn't say much, he raised his foot directly, and the light gate suddenly expanded, kicking Hong Yi in, and after Hong Yi disappeared, the eyes of the god of the sword gradually drooped, and his eyes were shrouded in the profound immortal true qi.

"Heh, although it's an interesting little guy, it's nothing more than that, but it is to wear it out in this way from the immortal and immortal martial arts powerhouse, and you can also create a peerless powerhouse, but your wisdom should not be underestimated. But Lin Xin, there's not much time left for you! ”

After Hong Yi was sent into the illusion by the god of the sword, he suddenly felt confused, like falling into the clouds, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had become a cloth-clothed young man with a spear, facing a human-tall eight-legged spider, and was silently holding it.

This scene is not unfamiliar to him, because he has seen it before, this is the life of a certain martial arts powerhouse, but unlike Fang Cai, he watched it from a transcendent perspective before, but at this moment, he merged into the memory of that martial arts powerhouse, and then experienced it from the first perspective.

Maybe the first perspective is not quite correct, because at this moment, Hong Yi can actually feel the mood, fear, apprehension, and the courage to do it as a last resort after being forced into a corner.

This mood is not commendable, but it is so real, let Hong Yi know that these martial arts powerhouses who have survived even after thousands of years of sealing and suppression, have had unbearable fear and cowardice in the past.

The body involuntarily fought, the boy did not speak, the silent battle, the silent fight, but what echoed in Hong Yi's ears was the roar and roar of the young man from the soul.

Don't want to die! So fight! I don't want to die meaninglessly like this, so I become stronger! This simple mood and will to fight made Hong Yi sincerely feel his insignificance.

In the past, under Jiang Tianhua's teaching, he practiced hard for three hours a day, and he was rated as very hard by Jiang Tianhua, even he thought that he was diligent enough to be proud of it, but at this moment, after empathizing with the experience, he knew what it meant to be selfless and hardworking.

A young man, a spear, a rock wall, five meters high, three meters wide, every day a day, twelve hours a day, except for eating, drinking, and sleeping, never stopped, day and night, ignoring the passage of time, hungry, hunting nearby, thirsty, drinking water from the brook not far away, tired, resting on the spot, waking up and continuing to wield a spear.

Three years, a total of more than a thousand days, I don't know how many billions of times to swing the gun, when the boy who was about to lose his limbs struggled to climb out of the cave, the once small rock wall has been pierced into a deep and wide underground cave at this time, and this is what he poked out with a gun.

Endless loneliness, selfless penance, the final achievement, is a stunning shot, with the pain of shattering the bones of the sharpened marksmanship, when swinged, with the absolute power to crush the enemy.

And this is just an insignificant fragment of this strong man's life, and after this, there are more difficult and painful cultivation and battles than this, and they are as many as stars, and it is difficult to describe.

Just a trivial fragment of the strong man's career has taught Hong Yi what is the difference between the ordinary and the strong, he possessed it, three years of lonely penance, three years of endless swinging of the gun, he understood every detail, remembered every point of loneliness and pain, and that amazing shot, he is now also swinging, because he has also experienced the three years of penance of the martial arts strong man in this illusion, during which the thinking and emotions of the martial arts strong man are just like his own.

At this time, Hong Yi began to believe that the god of the sword said that the strong man was quick to achieve, because just such an insignificant memory fragment of the strong man's memory traveled to make him gain so much, if it continued, what would he become?

What you need to remember is not only the cultivation methods of these strong people and the penances they have done, but also the clumsy copies of these strong people, you have to understand the root cause of their strengthening, and remember the driving force that made them transform from ordinary beings to strong people. ’

The voice of the god in the sword quietly sounded in Hong Yi's ears, and then the illusion of the memory of the strong that Hong Yi experienced was deliberately disrupted.

At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly returned to the time when Fang Cai, a martial arts powerhouse, was still young, just an ordinary peasant child, mediocre, common in the rolling red dust, the only thing that can be said is that in the impact of a strong battle, the family was destroyed, his parents and elders died one after another, and he was the only one who survived......