The galaxy is brilliant, scattering cold light on the earth.

The night is deep, and in the desert, the night always comes silently, and the sky is bright one moment later, then it becomes gloomy and dark a moment later, and then it falls into complete darkness.

Tonight the Huks were immersed in mourning, countless torches were burning in the Huks' tents, and long, muddy mourning rang out in the deep night.

In a tent, the green lights are faintly lit, and the tent exudes a hint of warmth. Bai Zhen'er leaned on Su Yuan's arms and fell asleep, and the white tiger cub curled up beside him and fell asleep. Only these two little ones can sleep peacefully at this moment.

Su Yuanpan sat on the soft collapse, immersed in Qi training.

Since he left Qingyang Academy, he has spent every day running and fighting, and it has been a long time since he has concentrated his heart to cultivate like he does now. In the months of fighting, he has experienced many life and death crises not only to hone his martial arts, but also to sharpen his state of mind, although his martial arts realm has not improved significantly compared to when he first came down the mountain, but unconsciously, his combat power has been far superior to before, especially in the face of enemies in the same realm, he is confident that he can easily defeat the other party, even if the realm is higher than his strong enemy, he also has the courage to go.

But it was so small compared to what he had lost!

But these are not his choices, all he can do is desperately grasp what he wants to pass away from life.

Su Yuan's young face had a lonely look, and he was slightly calm, immersed in Qi training.

Su Yuan's Qi Cultivation Realm at this time was already close to the peak of the early stage of the Xuan Realm, and his mind turned, and his consciousness immediately spread out like a tide. In an instant, his consciousness enveloped the entire Huk, and the Huks were brighter in the firelight, but the wind echoed with sad laments.

More than 300 of the Huks had been killed in the battle with the Windblade Wolves, and when they returned, the surviving tribesmen brought back their corpses at the same time, and the corpses were neatly lined up on a nearby hill, with firewood burning around and below, and the three priests in front of the fire chanting ancient eulogies. And around the bereaved people and mourners, they sang sad songs, although their expressions were sad, so they were not very sad, and there was a kind of relief and relief. In their view, although their loved ones died, the souls of the deceased did not leave them, as long as they were buried under this land, they would always guard this place, and for the next seven days, they would mourn and pray at the shrine every day.

These were what Coral told Su Yuan, of course he thought that these were just a comfort to them for the dead and the living, and although they were involved, they were still watching all this curiously in their consciousness.

When the firewood burned out, the corpses turned to ashes, and wisps of gray gas floated up in the fire, and these gray gases converged in the air towards the Huck altar.

Su Yuan was attracted by the gray qi and looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise. The gray qi continued to gather together, more and more, as if it was pulled by a mysterious force, forming a thick mass on the altar, like a thick cloud before a heavy rain.

The Haks are still in mourning and apparently have not seen these changes.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up, and the gray gas slowly rotated, forming a whirlpool of airflow, and there was a faint roaring cry in the airflow, as if something wanted to break through the invisible shackles, break through the invisible cage, and struggle to get out.

It lasted until dawn came, and the gray mist finally slowly dissipated, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

Su Yuan also put away the surprise in his heart and continued to extend his consciousness farther away. The scope of his consciousness extended more and more, and after a while, it was close to a radius of a hundred miles, and after reaching a hundred miles, he began to feel the hardship, and after that, every time he expanded, his consciousness needed to withstand several times the squeezing force, and after extending the distance of twenty miles outward, his consciousness had already felt dizziness and unbearable pressure, and the qi and blood in his chest were surging, and he knew that he had reached the limit of what he could bear. Qi cultivation is a cyclical and gradual process, and rushing to achieve results often causes irreversible damage to martial arts cultivators, so he did not forcibly break through this shackle.

He remembered that the master said that a martial arts master can feel the movement of thousands of miles or thousands of miles away, so if the consciousness is strong enough to accommodate 100,000 miles, or even farther away, what kind of realm is it?

He felt the vast world, and his heart swayed.

Su Yuan put away his moment of trance and completely felt the world within a hundred miles of heaven and earth. Under the morning light, the desert is full of vitality, and the abundant and powerful power between heaven and earth seems to be clearer, this power is vast and majestic, and at the same time indifferent and ruthless, like a high god, ignoring all things in heaven and earth.

Su Yuan's consciousness fused with heaven and earth little by little, and the wind and clouds surged between breathing and breathing, as if this piece of heaven and earth was being moved by him......

In a flash, ten days had passed, Su Yuan came to his senses, the moment his eyes opened, there seemed to be two rays of light shooting out, his eyes were more focused, and he faintly felt that the breath in his body was stronger.

A moment later, Coral walked in. She was holding a pot of goat's milk in her hand, and was stunned when she saw Su Yuan, and then said: "You have been sitting motionless for ten days, fortunately, I have seen someone like you before, and that person said that this is called Qi practice." ”

"Oh, is it?" Su Yuan said casually.

Coral thought for a moment, "That person seems to be called ...... Qin Luo. ”

Su Yuan asked strangely, "Senior Brother Qin, he has also been to you?"

The lonely young man came to his mind, and the sword of "burning love" in the Yanwu Hall moved everyone, and awarded it to him when he left Qingyang Academy, but unfortunately he has not been able to comprehend this sword until now.

Coral nodded, "He's your brother, about two years ago, he was seriously injured, it was my father who found him, and then he stayed with us for a while, and then he healed and left. ”

At the mention of his father, a trace of sadness appeared on Sango's face, which was still a little haggard.

Seeing this, Su Yuan did not continue to ask, he was just a little curious.

There was a babbling sound, and Bai Zhen'er woke up, and when she saw the coral, she crawled towards her on the soft collapse.

The girl also smiled reluctantly, sat on the couch and hugged Bai Zhen'er into her arms, and then fed the goat milk in the pot into the baby girl's mouth little by little.

These days, it is the coral who takes care of Bai Zhen'er, and Su Yuan naturally knows this.

Coral suddenly blushed and said, "There will be a farewell ceremony for the deceased at the shrine tonight, will you go then?"

"Farewell?" Su Yuan asked.

"It's a joy to thank them for helping everyone and protecting the Huks in another way. The haze on the coral's face disappeared all at once

Su Yuan saw it, paused for a moment, and nodded.

He was a little puzzled by this, perhaps for them, it was not a sad thing to live or die.