He Le was still practicing as usual these days, and he could figure out one thing, that is, since he could absorb Qi Flow, why should he give up. Even if Zhihai didn't react, he couldn't stop because of this. Even if it's a bottomless pit, he's going to fill it up. Therefore, he was absorbing it day and night, which made Sun Tianyi and the other cultivators extremely depressed, because they couldn't absorb much Qi Stream for several days in a row, and if they collectively reached a consensus, even the Qi Stream in the Southern Wilderness would be very desolate.

And He Le was unconscious, he still practiced the same, except that there was no change in the sea of consciousness, and his ability to absorb Qi was improved by leaps and bounds. That night he found a remote place to start practicing, but only a week into it, he heard the sound of breaking through the void, and something came in through the gap and landed in front of him. He Le saw through the faint moonlight that it was a piece of cloth. Because he didn't think it was a joke, he picked it up and looked at it, and could barely see the words on it.

'It's hard to hide when it's enough.' ’

He Le was extremely shocked after reading it, of course he knew the meaning, because he had been wondering. When he was still on the boat, Sun Tianyi was ready to kill him, but later he crossed the line step by step, but Sun Tianyi didn't realize it at all. At first he thought it was good luck, but now it seems that someone is helping him. But he has been frantically absorbing the Qi current of heaven and earth in the past few days, and he has completely forgotten to converge.

Thinking about what happened, He Le was also shocked into a cold sweat.

People are always at ease, but they never think that the world has never been happy.

He Le was so shocked that he slowly put away his mental method, and he didn't dare to stop all at once, so he could only reduce it very slowly, and it took nearly an hour to stop. After putting away the exercises, he walked out of his hiding place and bowed to the darkness, no matter who it was, it was thanks to covering it up, otherwise with Sun Tianyi's temperament, he would have died a long time ago.

In fact, He Le also guessed who it might be, Zhang Zhichun is of course possible, but his ability doesn't seem to be enough to do it. Elder Zhao? Judging from his words to remind the alien beast that the Inner Dan should not be absorbed without authorization, he was not a very bad person. Could it be that he is hiding his strength. He Le thought of the Red Belt Patriarch in the Yuntan Sect again, and his appearance was also very ordinary, but Hu Yanlie said that he was actually very powerful.

Could it be Hu Yanlie, who has actually followed them to the Southern Wilderness.

He Le felt that he was likely to have guessed correctly, and it seemed that no one else could do it except Hu Yanlie. Then do you want to tell Shang Gongzi that they are being followed. He Le quickly shook his head, it was all conjecture, a conjecture without any evidence at all.

It's just that he didn't know that not long after he stopped cultivating, all the cultivators collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and that feeling was that they finally had a connection with heaven and earth again. In other words, it should be the feeling of being able to connect to the Internet again......

Of course, He Le didn't know the truth of the matter, he thought that he couldn't practice anymore, so he simply learned the method taught by Du Kui to practice his sword strength. Originally, he had to practice for ten years to produce results, but He Le's foundation was completely different, so he made rapid progress. Although he is still just wielding the sword vigorously, he also faintly has the demeanor of a martial artist.

I don't know how long I've been practicing, it should have been past midnight, and He Le vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Because I always feel like I'm staring at a pair of eyes, but that feeling is different from being stared at by a strange beast. Anyway, it's hairy in my heart, but it's not a mortal threat. He began to deliberately slow down his movements, capturing every subtle change around him, and finally realized the situation. Just behind the tree ten meters away from him, he would show a faint figure every other breath, and he saw that the situation was snooping.

After a little consideration, He Le made a false move, stepped on the tree beside him on his toes, and his whole body catapulted towards the tree. At this time, He Le also held back his strength, although the speed was not as fast as that of the Qi Streamer, it was not much worse.

Bang, He Le almost smashed on the ground, shoveling up a large number of fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground. But when he stood under the tree, he didn't see anything, even the fallen leaves under the tree were very intact, and it was completely like no one had ever come.

But He Le is sure that he saw it!

Suddenly thinking of what Shang Gongzi said about Ghost Ridge and the legend of Ghost Ridge, he turned pale with fright. Without saying anything, he spread his legs and ran to the camp. He is not afraid of strange beasts, he is not afraid of enemies, but he is afraid of this inexplicable thing.

He was completely misled by his own subjective consciousness, thinking that it must be a person behind the tree, so couldn't it be some kind of animal? He didn't want to turn around and run back again, he had to see it clearly.

When he came to the tree again, He Le couldn't find any traces on the tree, but it was normal. After all, the bark of this tree is very hard, and it is difficult to leave traces unless it is deliberately left with evidence. In the end, although he failed to prove anything, He Lezhi was not so afraid. After making such a fuss, He Le didn't have the heart to continue practicing, so he went back to the camp to rest.

It's just that he had a very strange dream this night, in which he was in the clouds, and someone whispered in his ear: The avenue is clumsy, but it is virtual and real......

This proverb once said that the timing of the reappearance was somewhat coincidental, and He Le vaguely touched the edge of the meaning of the proverb. It's just that he can't think about it in his dreams, so he can only follow the development of the dream. The strangest thing about this dream was that he could feel someone beside him, but he couldn't see it. The clouds are constantly changing, sometimes taking on the form of a human, sometimes an animal.

"He Le, He Le, hurry up and go!" A disciple of the Yuntan Sect came over to wake He Le, only to find that it was already early in the morning. It seems like the whole night was spent in a dream.

Ghost Ridge is indeed not far away, and it doesn't take an hour to get there. Ghost Ridge is a low ridge sandwiched between two mountains, because there is no sunlight all year round, so it looks particularly dark, and the wind blows with a chill. Because it's broad daylight, no one is afraid. However, looking at the terrain, it does have a bit of a sense of permeability, and it is no wonder that it is called Ghost Ridge by the natives.

The indigenous man who led the way pointed to this mountain range and said, "That's the Ghost Ridge." Shang Gongzi quietly checked the direction and confirmed that there was nothing wrong. But there is still a gap with the ghost ridge he imagined, he thought it would be so dark, but it turned out to be just like this, a very ordinary place.

"I won't go, and you shouldn't let too many people pass and disturb you...... It's not good. The native said with a bitter face. Locals named this place to indicate the danger. There have been too many bloody stories in history, and some people have brought bad luck back to the tribe because of it.

Shang Gongzi didn't respond, but only ordered Sun Tianyi, Zhang Zhichun, and Du Kui. When he was about to leave, he caught He Le who happened to meet him.

"Be careful today, this place may not be simple. After Shang Gongzi confirmed again, he stepped into the mountain.

There is a naturally formed mountain path in this mountain range, which is not very easy to walk, but it is still walkable. Shang Gongzi walked in front first, facing the cold wind between the mountains, and he did not look like a cowardly scholar. He Le followed behind him as usual, holding one hand on the hilt of the knife at all times, always guarding against possible dangers.

The whole mountain range is not big, and it may take half a day to walk. Shang Gongzi should have walked with a purpose, so he did not walk when he saw the road, but would stop and walk again when the road forked. After walking like this for half an hour, Shang Gongzi was a little out of breath, and Du Kui stepped forward to carry him.

"No, I'll have to walk on my own. The merchant gritted his teeth and insisted.

In this way, everyone is no longer reluctant, after all, they are still different from those eunuchs and servants in the court, and they do not have such a heavy sense of service. Not to mention He Le, sometimes it depends on the mood to kneel.

After a short rest, Shang Gongzi chose a very dark downhill to walk, and the two sides of the road were full of trees, which blocked the entire ramp from a little sunlight. Even though it was close to noon, there was still a faint mist, and only three meters could be seen.

The merchant boy sorted out his clothes, and then walked into the mountain road very formally. The whole trail is filled with a strange atmosphere, and it is not so dark that you can't see the road, but you can maintain visibility for several meters. Along the way, there will be a feeling that you don't know how far you have come.

After walking like this for half an hour, Shang Gongzi suddenly stopped. At this time, everyone also saw a faint figure in front of them, not tall, about a teenager. I couldn't see it clearly, so I just stood a few meters in front of me.

Shang Gongzi's face was also pale at this time, but he still forced himself to compose his clothes and made an ancient salute towards the figure. The ancient rites should have a history of thousands of years, and most of them cannot be known, and only in the inner courtyard of the palace will they be routinely worshiped during the Spring and Autumn Festival. But at this time, Shang Gongzi was making an ancient salute to something he didn't know.

Strange to say, just after the merchant finished saluting, the figure gradually disappeared, as if it had never appeared. But this strange scene scared He Le out of a cold sweat, isn't this the figure he saw last night! But he didn't dare to show it, so he had to follow behind Shang Gongzi.

In fact, the most uncomfortable person is Sun Tianyi, everything presented here makes him disgusted, naturally disgusted. And what disgusted him the most was that his Qi current actually had stagflation, which was as uncomfortable as descending.

Shang Gongzi saw that the figure disappeared, and continued to walk down, about a few dozen meters, and a strange figure appeared again. This time there were three figures standing in the shadows, the same height, the same build. Shang Gongzi continued to clean up his clothes and follow the ancient rites. The figure disappeared again, and Shang Gongzi continued to walk. This was repeated four or five times, and the number of figures increased to nearly a hundred, and the shadows surrounded them in a circle. What's particularly weird is that no sound comes out of the whole process.

Shang Gongzi stopped, stretched out his hand and swung it back, telling them to step back. After performing an extremely solemn ancient ceremony, he got up and walked into the figure. He Le was behind and watched Shang Gongzi disappear into the darkness, but they didn't follow, so they could only wait quietly. After waiting for about ten breaths, He Le noticed that his palms were itchy, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a very small hand drawing something on his palm. His first instinct was, of course, to withdraw his hand, and then he tried to see what was going on, only then did he realize that he was the only one left in the dark.

Originally, there should have been Sun Tianyi, Zhang Zhichun and Du Kui, but now he can't see anyone, nothing but darkness. Then his hand itched, and a hand that came out of nowhere drew on his palm. He Le originally wanted to grab this hand, but in the flash of light, he realized that the hand was drawing a picture, a simple painting of a person sitting cross-legged.