Xiao Jian was still very tired, and the torture of the past few days had made him lose his human form.

His eyes were blank, his eyes drooped, his face was pale and miserable, his skin was chapped and his hair was dry, his hands were shaking, and his clothes were ragged......

Shaped like a beggar, not even as good.

Therefore, his chewing movements were very slow and weak, and the taste of those green leaves was not delicious, and through his expression, it could be seen that the green leaves were very bitter, but in order not to starve to death, he could only do so.

It's just that when he chewed the handful of green leaves and was about to swallow it, he actually smiled heartily.

It's this taste, I don't know if it's because I'm hungry, Xiao Jiansheng chewed a different taste among the green leaves.

Once, in order to let him live with his life hanging by a thread, Xiao Wen picked the young leaves and elm money of the old elm tree in spring and summer to satisfy his hunger, and in autumn and winter, he mixed fallen leaves with some coarse grains and crushed them to make rice cereal that was slightly easier to swallow.

For Xiao Jiansheng, because he grew up eating these two things, these two flavors have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, he chewed out the taste of his childhood in the bitter green leaves, perhaps remembering the difficulty of being alive, he secretly moistened the corners of his eyes.

After the bitter green leaves entered his throat, a large amount of juice miraculously seeped out, and the juice flowed into his body like a slender river, with a trace of sweetness in the bitterness, like a vegetable soup made by his sister, light and saltless, but not difficult to swallow at all.

In this way, Xiao Jiansheng ate the first green leaf, and time went back to his childhood, and he began to close his eyes and savor it for a while.

When he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, as if something had broken into his mind, and suddenly he fell backwards, looking around angrily, looking at the gray sky, and slowly something floated in front of his eyes, like clouds and mist, extremely ethereal.

He fell asleep and had a long dream, in which he had broken into a chicken-like world, chaotic, as if heaven and earth were indistinguishable, and there were very few humans in this world, most of them were huge beasts, and they were looking for all the prey they could eat.

In the end, the huge black shadow that had been soaring above the sky took aim at Xiao Jiansheng's position, and shot straight into the sky......

Xiao Jiansheng was frightened and woke up.

He wiped a handful of cold sweat from his fright, his stomach growled, and he began to look at the other more green leaves.

In the following time, he began to devour those green and tempting leaves, the feeling of the world spinning was tormenting him from beginning to end, just now, he dreamed of a black desert, in the desert, a black swarthy horse team composed of ten thousand horsemen rushed towards this side, the strange thing is that some of the rushing horse team are opening their mouths and roaring, and the horses are also neighing, however, there is no sound coming out, and at the same time, Xiao Jiansheng also found that the service of this cavalry is too ancient, even Qin Shi's clothes are much better than this。

After a while, a strong man like an iron tower on the head horse found Xiao Jiansheng hiding behind a tree, he ordered the horse team to charge, ten thousand horses galloped, the sky collapsed, the whole earth cracked, a sharp arrow shot, directly pierced the tree where Xiao Jiansheng was leaning, the sharp arrow was less than a finger away from his throat, but he made her neck bleed.

Xiao Jiansheng was awakened again, and his sweat was like a bean.

It's just that every time he was tortured, his body and mind were extremely comfortable, as if he had been reborn again.

He couldn't remember how many dreams he had entered, how many illusions he had passed, and every time he broke into these long periods when he couldn't even name them, he would always see vaguely strange people and things, and he didn't know if it was the dream of that period, and he met a group of cultivators like him.

These cultivators are very powerful, they see him as an ant-like being, and they don't bother to kill him.

The day seemed to be very dull, he kept devouring the leaves, constantly entering different dreams, constantly learning about the former world, his mind slowly sorted out a little clue from the chaos, it seemed that everything was related to the leaves he swallowed in his stomach.

I don't know how long it took, he didn't feel hungry anymore, he had a few full burps, his body was full of strength, and the bruises all over his body began to heal little by little before he knew it

Getting up, he seemed to be aware of it, and he subconsciously touched the wound on his face, which had become smoother.

At this moment, he thought of the herbal spirit body that Shi Qianyu had given him.

In the next few days, Xiao Jiansheng didn't move the place, sitting alone in the place where Wuji had sit, sleepy for a while, hungry and pulling a few leaves down, and staring at the wind chime when he was bored.

The branches and leaves of the dead trees are luxuriant, covering the sky and giving a fresh smell.

It's just that no matter how many green leaves there are, after all, it is limited, I don't know when, the green leaves above his head are sparse, slightly revealing the sky, I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that the sky is no longer gray, the sky is a little brighter, as if it is like an upside-down mirror, the mirror reflects the whole world, among which there is the shadow of him and the dead tree.

After a period of slow rest, Xiao Jiansheng's body basically recovered as before, at this time he suddenly remembered Wuji, but he didn't know where he went, the surroundings were vast, except for the dead trees was an endless yellow sand, he had thought about looking for it, but he didn't know how to find it.

Just when Xiao Jiansheng grabbed a green branch with his fingers, and sighed that he might not be able to complete the task given by the division when he entered the stratum of the Three Temples this time, Xiao Jiansheng jumped up for no reason, and his head hit the sound of the wind chimes and made a dull sound, with a heart-piercing pain entering his body, Xiao Jiansheng completely sobered up, looking at his masterpiece in the past few days, looking at the almost bare tree, and then thinking of all the previous encounters, he finally realized something terrible.

The dead tree has actually been dead for countless years, and the reason why the dead wood is in spring is just the will of Wuji, in other words, what he has swallowed in the past few days is not the real leaves, but the will of Wuji, and then connecting those dreams back and forth, it is Wuji's life, from ancient times to the end of the law.

Xiao Jian violently retreated, fleeing from the green tree.

Looking at it from afar, my heart was shocked.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't seem to believe his perception, he tried to calm down and feel it carefully, the lake was full of water, the white lotus petals on the lake were shiny and pleasant, the sea of qi was as full as ever, and there were faint signs of breaking the realm.

All because of the will that devoured Wuji.

Will it be taken away, he panicked for no reason, but after thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it wouldn't, he didn't know how to explain all this, the only thing he could think of was that Wuji completely dissipated, and turned his last will into the green leaves of dead wood, which was left to him as an opportunity.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiansheng was in awe, he looked up at the green tree, and took a serious look at it for the first time.

The original dead wood was thick and thick as three people hugging each other, and the trunk was as black as iron, and most of the dry branches and leaves had been broken and returned to their roots because of age, but now the dead wood branches and leaves seemed to be able to cover half of the sky, lush, and the vitality was extremely strong, but after a few days of being tossed by him, the lush branches and leaves had begun to thin out.

Xiao Jiansheng bowed to the dead wood, simply climbed the trunk skillfully, rode on a branch, picked a leaf and put it in the palm of his hand to observe it carefully, the leaf veins are as clear as the meridians of people, and there is a faint flow of qi between the leaf veins, and then Xiao Jiansheng crushed the green in the palm of his hand, brushed off the dregs, and left a drop of emerald green juice in the palm of his hand, exuding a rustic atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes.

And so it was.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng was very excited and lost.

He slowly put the drop of juice in the palm of his hand into his mouth, tasted it carefully, slowly entered his throat, and carefully experienced the changes in the body, and sure enough, a few drops of juice emitted into a gas, burrowed into the body, and turned into the purest Yuanyang qi.

In order to get what his body needs, he once went on a killing spree in Shenlong Lake, but he still couldn't meet the needs in his body, however, after devouring Wuji's will, his body had the possibility of breaking the shackles.

When the mirror in the sky turned gray again, as if it was night, Xiao Jiansheng really broke through the realm, and entered the six realms smoothly, which was basically a matter of course, and it didn't take much trouble.

This night, Xiao Jiansheng leaned on the trunk of the tree and slept very sweetly.

In the dream, a gray figure walked towards him, but stopped far away and smiled at him very calmly.

Xiao Jiansheng's eyebrows opened

Smiled: "The predecessor is really an interesting person, and almost scared the younger generation half to death, now the younger generation has swallowed most of the will of the seniors, and faintly understands the past of some predecessors, the life of the predecessors is ancient and modern, as if this heavenly dome is far away, and there are many places worthy of the younger generations to appreciate after going back." ”

Wuji smiled indifferently: "It's not funny, since that purple star recognizes you, it also represents a certain providence to recognize you, and the old man naturally recognizes your existence, but since you want to entrust you with the final mantle, there are always some tests, such as you are the mud that you can't afford, the old man, you are willing to scatter the essence of your will, so as not to go out and lose Wuji." ”

Xiao Jiansheng knelt on the ground, knocked his head a few times, and said with a smile: "Are the seniors still satisfied with the juniors?"

Xiao Jiansheng waved his hand, motioning for Xiao Jiansheng to speak, he said calmly: "It's not satisfying, but at least it's not disappointed, throughout the old man's life, it can be regarded as an end to the ashes everywhere, whether it's the spirit master or the end of the law, it has nothing to do with the old man, boy, you can do it and cherish it." ”

Xiao Jiansheng wanted to say something, but Wuji's gray shadow had gradually faded, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Jiansheng woke up in a hurry, got up and chased after him, there were only two shallow footprints on the yellow sand, and a shallow quaint book buried in the dust.

The sky was dark, and the mirror of the sky reappeared, and Xiao Jiansheng continued to pick green leaves, absorbing juice to enrich his body.

For the next few days, it was basically like this every day, and it was Wuji's will, and it was simply intolerable to waste it.

After a few more days, he basically recovered to the previous Seven Realms.

But in the next five days, his realm seemed to have taken root like that big tree, and there was no sign of breaking the realm, but the qi in his body was much thicker than before, and there was a new feeling of rebirth from the fire.

In the past few days, Xiao Jiansheng completely forgot about the existence of the outside world, and stayed under the green tree without distractions, and began to carefully perceive and meditate, in his spare time, he also pondered the name of this tree, but it seemed that the outside world did not exist, its leaves were slender, like a sword, and the serrated teeth were sharp, like a sword blade.

After almost a month, there were not many green leaves left in the whole tree, only a few pieces were still hanging on the top of the dead wood, and when Xiao Jiansheng took a lot of effort to pick those leaves, soon the dead wood that had once radiated vitality withered again as the green leaves disappeared.

After only a few breaths, a huge tree fell to the ground with a bang, and disappeared like Wuji's figure.

That quaint wind chime jingled down.

Xiao Jiansheng once again bowed respectfully to the place where the dead tree was once alive, and at the same time, his voice came far away in the night sky: "Senior Wuji, in fact, Ning Tieshoe has already left this world, and the junior should not deceive you." ”

There was silence in the gray sky, and no response came.

Xiao Jiansheng should have left, but he didn't leave, and continued to sit in the place where Wuji had painted the ground, closed his eyes and pondered, he connected Wuji's voice like a coherent connection, and began to ponder carefully about the painting ground that had trapped him almost to death as a prison formation.

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Wuji Palace, the atmosphere is solemn and depressing.

After many discussions, Haoyue finally decided to go to Sword Mountain, no matter where the Sword Mountain and the Sea of Fire were, she also felt that it was for the sake of Xiao Jiansheng and the future of Wuji Palace, so after agreeing, she had left Wuji Palace three days ago and rushed to the Fengtian Dynasty.

After Haoyue left, she handed over many complicated affairs to her master Meng Lingxiao, and Meng Lingxiao turned around and handed them over to a few nosy elders, including Zhu Min.

On this day, Zhu Min was discussing with several elders, Huo listened to a dull sound from the mountain, and the whole sound affected the entire Wuji Palace, it should be a big incident, and he hurriedly led a few elders to the place of the accident.

A few people took the lead, followed by hundreds of disciples behind them, many of whom had various injuries on their bodies.

When he took a group of people to find the peak where the Three Temples were located, they were shocked to find that the Three Temples that had once been on the top of the peak had fallen to the ground, and all that remained at the scene were some broken bricks and tiles, and smoke and dust rising into the sky.

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