Chapter 209, Gratitude Silence

"Since you want to know so much, why don't you just practice with me?"

This voice is all too familiar. After all, in the past hundred years, no matter when and where, as long as he wants to, he can always hear this voice... That's right, this belongs to himself, to the voice of "Flowing Shadow".

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the quiet courtyard and moonlight.

The sky and the earth here are all dark, and at your feet, there are corpses built high, and what flows is the blood that is not blinding...

Liuying frowned, and with a wave of his hand, the whole world began to change wonderfully again, and the grass was singing and dancing everywhere, like a fairyland.

"I've said many times that at least we'll clean up this place decently when we're both here."

At the top of the undulating hills, a young man in a black feather coat sits, a plausible smile on his lips all the time, and what is really surprising is that he has a face that is exactly the same as that of Liuying.

"That's why I said, human beings really never get satisfied, you used to practice your Laoshzi exercises here every day to take up my sleep time, and now you actually start pointing fingers at this place again."

Without the intention of getting up to answer, the black-clothed "Liuying" lay on his back on the green grass, indescribably leisurely.

"If you want this 'fairyland' so much, why don't we change it and let me go outside?"

"I never seemed to force you to stay here."

Step by step on the hill, the white-clothed Liuying spoke in a flat tone, as if he didn't care about the topic of the two chatting about actually determining the final belonging of the identity of "Liuying".

"To be serious, I want to know what level of strength I have now."

"That's a good question, it doesn't make sense."

The black man sat up and shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course

"We are one, and I know no more than you do. If you come to ask me, you might as well ask the old fox... Of course, if you want to fight, I can accompany you~"

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That's right, Liuying has had almost no experience fighting against a master of the Forge Stage before... The existence in front of me is a variable.

She never thought that after choosing the ability to be grateful for silence. The "Touch Evolution", which had never been completed before, had mutated... The being, who was metamorphosing, was taking steps towards transcending humanity, condensed into an almost separate individual, becoming another side of his body. This is also the cause of the current dilemma similar to one and two souls.

Unlike the body that was still half-, "Black" had completely completed the steps of the evolution of the Touch, and was able to use the power of Spiritual Annihilation perfectly, intuitively, the Flowing Shadow had never understood why the other party had been trapped here - if it was to talk about the dominance of the body, he could obviously feel that the other party had the upper hand, but he had been sealing himself in his body. For more than a hundred years, unless Liuying himself took the initiative to enter this space of consciousness, the black clothes would never appear.

And compared to the genius performance of the ontology who was able to study the exercises here and master many secret methods, the black cloth who completely surpassed the boundaries of "human" was obviously more powerful - he had already stepped into the casting stage when Liuying himself took shape! And Liuying's only experience of the strength of the master of the casting period is also from this "self" standing in front of him...

Gritting his teeth, Liuying finally made up his mind.

"Okay, then try!"

For more than 100 years. He also knows something about this special space, no matter how long it has been. It's just a moment in the world they really have... Although it can't be used to improve cultivation here, it can be used to comprehend the essence of the exercises-otherwise, no matter how high the talent of the Flowing Shadow is, it will not be able to learn all the spiritual realm exercises recorded in the fox clan in just a few decades...

The most important thing is that judging from the previous discussions with the "black clothes". No matter what kind of injury you suffer here, you can recover between breaths and not affect the external body in the slightest, as for the fly in the ointment... I'm afraid that the only "black clothes" who can be his sparring partner are too much stronger than him!

With a grip on the void, a sharp long sword suddenly conjured into Liuying's hand. Without waiting for the other party to get up, he suddenly lifted his breath and poured his aura into the sword body.

Eyes, gaze!

Long sword, horizontal!

This will not be struck, and the fierce momentum of the slash but not slash will be maintained for a few seconds, but the black clothes not far away still sit on the turf without care, and they don't even look at Liuying, just praise it without being salty.

"Yes, much better than last time~"

Before the words fell, the sword light flashed!

This sword that poured all the strength of the shadow made this heaven and earth dark, as if even the air and the earth were about to be split!

… Compared to the sword that dealt with the Yellow Eyebrow in a hurry, how much more powerful this time was? But this extremely brilliant sword light is destined to fail to shine in the sky today.

At the moment when the sword momentum was at its peak, the two casual sword fingers appeared like a little starlight in the dark night, suddenly appearing in the most undesirable place... It's still so chic and handsome, it's still so plain and casual, but with this light finger, the sword that has been gathering momentum for a long time collapses out of thin air, leaving only a mess swept by the sword...

Gratitude is gone.

Faced with the black clothes who had completed evolution and transcendence, Liuying once again felt his powerlessness... Just like every previous challenge, he had no power to fight back in front of the black clothes of the forging period.

… Look at each other, be silent.

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"Whew..."

A breath of turbid air came out of Liuying's mouth, but in front of him, it was back in the cold courtyard under the moonlight.

The aura frenzy that lingered around him dissipated without a trace, and the fox demon Xiaobai, who had been squatting on the side, also slipped up his shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.

"Hmm, I'm worried about you."

Liuying gently stroked her fur, soft and warm, and let him finally settle down.

However, the doubts remain unsolved

Why is it that he is able to deal with the Yellow Eyebrow people in the middle stage of casting, but he is so embarrassed in front of the black clothes who are also in the casting stage?

"Could it be... Is it really because he's so special..."

An alien born from his own soul, out of his own body, he did not constantly haunt himself, or even plan to devour himself, as he had known about the so-called demons of his heart—the black clothes were like a prodigal, cynical bystander, quietly appreciating what he had experienced. (To be continued......)