Han Yexing carefully wrapped his bag of spirit stones, walked out of the deacon's mansion, picked a path that was uninhabited, turned three streets, and arrived at the door of the small courtyard he rented.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the smell of fireworks in the world came up.

The small couple in the backyard is quarreling, this is also the little couple who came to this Xingtian City and successfully took root in Xunyang City all the way through hardship, but they have a lot of suspicions after having enough food and clothing;

In the courtyard on the right lived a warrior of the Xunzi battalion who had disarmed and returned to the field, it seemed that Qin Chuli did not break his promise to General Xunchuan Shi, he not only gave him a generous settlement fee and reward, but also really used his strength in the officialdom to arrange him to this Heavenly City. It's enough for this man to live a life of spending days and drinking every day without having to work......

Standing in the courtyard in the cold night, he sighed slightly. He suddenly remembered what Qin Chuli had said in front of the Wind Rest Castle: "It won't be long before those of you who have experienced tragedy will always grow old, die, and forget ......"

At the time, he was outraged by his understatement. But now, he felt that perhaps this Qin Chuli was overestimating people's memories and people's hearts. Now that only half a year has passed, who still remembers the blood and fire of that day, and remembers the general Xunchuan Shi who struggled to support the crisis left and right, but finally wiped out the two major rebels of the Zixuan plane!?

He left the Storm's End that day, but he didn't know what to do next. He was disheartened at that time, and he had a terrible thought in his heart that he had not even thought clearly, so he went all the way to the place where there was still war, and chose those places where soldiers were in danger and where fierce beasts were infested.

Unexpectedly, the Ji people have their own natural appearance, going around all the way, and have experienced several battles between the remnants of the Purple Lotus Army and the remnants of the Yuanmo Alliance, and it is still the scene of rivers of blood, but the cold night walk is not a single hair that has not been injured. I don't know if it's subconscious, or if there is a fixed number in the dark, until one day, he came to the bank of the Moon Shadow River, took a boat down the river, and looked up and saw this Heavenly City.

After more than a month like a walking corpse, he also wanted to go straight to that Zixuan Weiyang and let her try to rescue Xunchuan Shi. But somehow, he circled in front of the garrison of the Weiyang Legion several times, but never took that step.

At the beginning of February, a strange case of soul hunters hurting people occurred on the docks of the thirteen lines. One by one, the coolies and the merchants suddenly died, and the people in this Heavenly City were panicked for a while. The Weiyang Legion stationed in this city issued a military order to find out this spirit hunter within a limited time, and even directly sent the requiem master enshrined by the empire through the power of the imperial court to investigate.

The cold night walk that encountered this incident cracked the trace of this spirit hunter, and cooperated with Nan Batian to successfully capture the culprit, making Nan Batian make a big show in Xingtian City.

After this change, although Han Yexing did not reveal all his spirituality, this Nan Batian had already seen the extraordinaryness of Han Yexing, and coupled with his old acquaintance in Xunyang City, he persuaded him to follow him. Han Yexing had nowhere to go, and he had no intention of going, so he followed him as the lowest deacon in this deacon's house.

Now that I think about it, more than half a year has passed. In the past, he followed Xunchuan Shi with the army, although he was also worried about eating and drinking, but he never thought of leaving money. Now he walks around the dock in deacon clothes every day, collects the money from various shops, and manages the gangsters who make too much trouble, although the monthly salary is not much, but the spirit stones he gets privately are also the most generous time in his life.

The weather is getting darker, the clouds are still not clearing, and there may be a heavy snowfall tomorrow.

Walk into the room on a cold night and lower the thick curtains. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, only a table, a chair, a bed, and a cabinet, and when I walked to the table on a cold night, I lit the small oil lamp on the table, and the dim light reflected the four walls even more mottled.

Silently sat down cross-legged, restrained his mind in the cold night, silently exercised, and after a while, he entered the realm of the Stygian Sea as usual.

Since he stepped into the path of spiritual cultivation on that snowy night in Xunyang City, two years have passed, and his face has faded from its youth and immaturity, and his tender blue beard stubble has begun to emerge, and more importantly, he has grown a lot taller.

In the past two years, he has gone through two treacherous battles of life and death, and then wandered aimlessly, lived aimlessly, and spent every day aimlessly. For most of the past six months, he deliberately did not inquire about any news related to his past and those friends of his.

Lin Yuanjue, Red Flameless, Zixuan Weiyang, and the whereabouts of General Xunchuan Shi......

He deliberately kept himself decadent away from the past.

The past that he couldn't get over that heart.

But in the dark, there seems to be a force that drives him, even in the most decadent and muddy days, there is only one thing, and he still hasn't let go of it for a day: cultivation.

As today, with the path of refining and sealing double cultivation that he discussed with Feng Xiluo, coupled with the original intention of the battle he had comprehended in the previous wars, coupled with the talent of him and Feng Xiluo in a Tiantong Refining Spirit, a Tiantong Sealing Soul Five Strings, they have made great progress in this two paths of refining and sealing spirits, and gradually refined a set of "battle momentum" that belongs to them.

This is a very strange combination, except for his eleven types of broken knives, the greatly strengthened spirit array in the fragment, Feng Xiluo's sigh of compassion and the dance of the dementor, and the more training he and Feng Xiluo have conducted in his spiritual sea, it is more like a mental array and improvisation of battle.

What is now taking place within his spiritual sea is such a virtual mind and battle.

It's still yellow sand, and the wind is resting on the wasteland.

It was the critical moment when Kane-Xuanmo used the spectrum of the undead to summon the will of the Demon God of the Stygian Sea. In this battlefield, Zi Xuan Weiyang, the red flame who turned into a giant, and General Xunchuan Shi, who dragged down the Xuanmo, are no longer there. There are only two people who have to face this crisis, he and Feng Xiluo.

Because the two of them are already one!

Strangely, on weekdays, Han Yexing was extremely resistant to anything about this battle in his mind, but in this kind of fugue training, he could recall all the tiniest details of that battle without hindrance. Perhaps because of this moment, his heart was extremely calm, beyond everything, even beyond his own memories and feelings.

The will of the Stygian Sea Demon God had already infiltrated the Abyssal Ink Great Array.

Unlike at that moment, when he could only look at the spirit tower and sigh, the heart array of the cold night walk did not let himself stay on the spirit tower and be in a daze with Red Flameless, but followed the demon god in a race on the way forward. The demon god ran in the big array, but he kept changing the form of the big array as he thought, trying to intercept the demon god.

At the same time, from time to time, a powerful undead will kill in front of you.

Through the faint light of the blood-colored full moon of the spectrum of the undead, Han Yexing accurately calculated the momentum of the undead's slaughter, and saw the direction, strength, and speed of the spiritual power in his hand slashing obliquely.

Cold Night Xing raised his hand and pulled it out, it didn't even take much spiritual power, and the unbalanced undead was hit by his broken knife in the spiritual sea, and he screamed and exploded into a cloud of fireworks.

Several more undead rushed over—

Batch after batch of undead were repelled by the combined force of the cold night walk and the setting sunset, and they continued to flock to them. At the same time, the battle between him and the Stygian Sea Demon God's formation was still ongoing.

This is training that only a cold night walk can do. Since his eleven thoughts of refining the spirit awakened, his control and control of the aura has become more and more proficient, and the perception distance of the spiritual vision between his forehead has become farther and farther away. And only he can grasp the myriad changes in these many different dimensions with such precision.

In this kind of mental array simulation, Han Yexing examines the limits of his abilities again and again, and examines his outbursts and epiphany in various extreme situations.

This kind of training is nothing more than an escape from reality at the beginning. As long as he was free, he would stuff his head with this simulated mental array to prevent himself from recalling the fate of General Xunchuan Shi and the ridiculous deaths of the more than 100,000 brothers in the Xunzi Battalion.

It wasn't until in the case of the Spirit Hunter he encountered in the Heavenly Punishment City, when he easily found out this hidden Spirit Hunter and defeated him, that he was stunned to find that this strange way of cultivating the Heart Array had helped his spiritual cultivation far beyond his imagination.

And what surprised him even more was that when he was doing this heart array training, Feng Sunset, who had been trapped on his spiritual platform, had become stronger day by day.

Because she couldn't absorb the spiritual energy above his spiritual sea to shape her body, she had helped him fight several times, and she was even more overwhelmed by her extreme weakness. So much so that after arriving in the Windrest Wasteland, she was awakened by the cold night walk unless she had to, and she remained in a deep sleep to maintain her strength.

But since he figured out the training method of this heart array, although this sunset was still asleep most of the time, her face was becoming richer day by day, and the time to practice this Broken Sword Eleven Style with him gradually increased. Sometimes, she can even participate in his inner circle and fight with him.

Han Yexing was nodding secretly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and between the lightning flashes, a full moon of a blood moon was reflected in front of his eyes. The figure of Xuanmo had already leaped far away, flying slowly towards him.

Cold Nightwalk opened his eyes suddenly.

In the silence of the little house, he could seem to hear the pounding of his own heart, which was so nervous that it almost jumped out of his body. Just now, in that virtual heart array, he died again. It's like this every time, no matter how much he improves, no matter how many undead attacks he blocks, but when Kane Xuanmo pounces on that blood-colored full moon, it's all over.

It was a true soul hunter who had mastered the perfect spectrum of the undead, and he was a true powerhouse, if he hadn't wanted to complete his task of blasting through the closed Wind Breath Soul Pass at that time, no one on the spot would have been his opponent. Zixuan Weiyang, who has not yet fully grown, is not, Hong Wuyan, who has transformed into a giant form, is not, and I am afraid that even Xunchuan Shi, who is at the peak of his combat power, is not.

Although General Kawaishi had told him afterwards that this Xuanmo was just an ordinary soul hunter who had just completed the spectrum of the undead, and after that, this spectrum of the undead would devour more souls to further evolve, but that's it, the combat power of this real soul hunter was already so terrifying.

In the imaginary enemy in his mind, he will devote himself to it, so when he was "killed" by that Xuan Mo with the spectrum of the undead, his heart was not even lightly frightened, even if Han Yexing has been "killed" by him I don't know how many times, but this is still an extremely terrifying experience.

This kind of training is worth it. Today, in the virtual heart array, he can already fight against the terrifying spectrum of the undead for half a moment.

In time, if I can overcome him......

As he thought so, he stood up, flipped through the fragments of his natal life, and with a casual glance, he took out a few drawings that were as thin as cicada's wings. He made two copies of these drawings, a total of four.

Two of them were handed over to him by Lin Yuanjue and Jin Shura in Xunyang City in order to deal with Shuofeng Lingzun, and they were separated afterwards, and the two did not get them back from him. The other two were stuffed into his arms by Red Flameless in the wasteland oasis, and now these four pieces of paper were combined into one, but they were put together into a large drawing, but the central part was still missing.

Cold Night Walking had already faintly felt that these drawings were put together, and it was an extremely subtle and powerful spirit array. He originally wanted to go back to the Storm's Rest Fort to ask General Xunchuan Shi about the reason, but he didn't expect that before they entered the Storm's Rest Castle, he and the Kawashi's General were separated.

As a result, these four drawings have been so strangely left in the natal fragments of the cold night walk.

Han Yexing opened these four thin drawings and put them together, carefully discerning the spiritual line trend in them. In the past half a year, he didn't know how many times he had used his soul power to read the movement of the spirit array on this drawing, but he had never been able to see it clearly.

He knew that his ability to recognize this spiritual thread had never met an opponent so far, but these few small drawings always made him feel helpless halfway. He had never been able to get a glimpse of the whole picture of this spirit array.

However, there are also huge advantages to his constant discernment, one is that the time he can sustain himself in the heart array against the will of the demon god can be supported longer and longer. The other is that he found that whenever he was restless, looking at the blueprints of this spirit array, the soul that was beating wildly in his fragment slowly returned to calm.