Chapter 67: Guest, Where to Build the Road?
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The waves were surging and crashing, crashing against the reef on the shore and shattering into a sky full of stars. The reef is silent, but it seems to be laughing at the unwilling anger of the waves.
The water of the heavenly river came up and flowed to the sea and never returned.
In recent days, the water of the Yuntian River has become more and more turbulent, as if it wants to break through the embankment and pour into the city. Someone heard the roar of the huge waves, and there seemed to be a hidden roar of demon beasts mixed in.
However, the angry screams were repeated, but they could not break through the Qinglong embankment.
"The ghost of the demon beast is haunted! I just heard its cry by the river!"
When he returned to the city, the man told what he had seen.
The news spread ten, ten hundreds, and soon ...... No one cares.
Some people laughed at him for being suspicious, but more often than not, they laughed at his ignorance.
The whole city knows that there are indeed demon beasts in the Yuntian River, and that demon beast encounters a water dragon, and its magical powers are boundless, and it almost set off a huge wave back then, flooding Qinglong City.
However, people know more that the dead demon beast will never make waves again.
Back then, Lord Qinglong broke the Tianhe River with one finger, and then killed the demon beast. In the past ten years, every July and August, the Yuntian River will be turbulent, and the wind and waves will be fierce, as if the ghost of the demon beast is haunting.
However, it just looks like a haunting ghost, in fact, no matter how similar it is, it is not real.
The people in Qinglong City have lived in the first city of the mainland for a long time, and under the influence of their ears and eyes, they will always know more things that other places do not know.
For example, demon beasts, for example, revenants.
It is a fact that those great demon beasts that have cultivated to a high level will indeed leave behind their souls after death under certain conditions.
But no matter how powerful you are alive, you can't live forever, as long as you die, the soul of the dead will never be able to do it again.
It's not that they don't want to, it's that they simply can't.
What is Revenant?
The dead soul is a consciousness, a memory, if it loses the bearing of the body, it is a wisp of ethereal smoke, and there is no way to affect the real world.
You can't hear it, and it doesn't affect you, like a living shadow.
That's it, that's it.
What is the soul is the soul, after the soul cultivation is strong enough to a certain extent, it can be condensed into an entity, such as a living person, between thoughts, blood flows thousands of miles, and so on, if you are reading the stories in those weird novels, just put it in your stomach and steal it. If you take it seriously, I'm afraid that the children who are babbling will laugh at your ignorance.
Some magic can indeed manipulate shadows and harness the power of shadows, but shadows are shadows, and there are objects that block the light to cast shadows on the walls of the ground.
The revenant soul is the memory and consciousness left behind by the living soul after death, and someone can communicate with the deceased soul through some secret method, but no one or any method can directly use the deceased soul to do evil.
"I see!"
Nangong Gong closed the page of the book and muttered to himself, feeling a little tired, so he rubbed his eyebrows.
Ten days had passed, and his consciousness had already been fully restored.
That Long Wei gave him painful torture, and every day he fell asleep as if he was seasick, and as soon as he closed his eyes, his head was as strong as waves, and his chest was as tight as vomiting. As soon as he thought about it, he screamed sharply and passionately, like a needle and a thorn, piercing his divine consciousness into a thousand holes, and then stirring it into a paste.
Now that the dragon power has dispersed and the dragon chant has disappeared, this painful torture has finally passed.
And the benefits he has obtained are also great, and his divine consciousness has also been greatly condensed
The most direct manifestation of this kind of condensation is when practicing every night.
Now, no matter how Liang Zi ravages and tortures, he will never faint again, always stay awake, and enjoy the "pleasure" of his body as if it has been kneaded into a ball of flesh.
The cultivation standard he set for himself every day before was to stick to it until he fainted, but now it seems that he is afraid that he will fail.
Back at the hotel, Lin Xuanran applied various drugs all over his body, and the feeling of re-kneading a lump of mud into shape was another ultimate enjoyment.
may be in response to the sentence "break and stand up", such pain brings great benefits to Nangong.
Now his realm has completely stabilized in the middle stage of the spirit possession, and he is marching towards the later stage of marrow washing and hair removal and rebirth!
In just ten days, he had been able to overcome several years of penance by ordinary cultivators, and Nangong was very satisfied with this.
Therefore, Nangong did not and was embarrassed to complain about more than half of the sentence, every day was so painful and happy, and he never got tired of it.
If it weren't for the fact that his body had reached its limit, he would have been eager to shout, "Let the storm come harder!"
And another benefit of condensed consciousness is that you can read books!
Before, in the library pavilion, he was already injured and vomiting blood just by looking at the book "Zhongzhou Experience". And now, he has read half of the "World of the Dead" in his hand, but he just feels a little tired.
If you want to read those classics that embody the spiritual will of the sages, you don't have much requirements for true qi, but you don't have low requirements for divine consciousness.
Fortunately, Nangong's divine sense was already much beyond ordinary people, and now that it has been improved, he can finally read it without hindrance.
The green dragon is the best work he has ever painted since his mastery, and his inner satisfaction is far better than the first time he painted the "town character" that day.
I didn't expect to draw a dragon and get such a big benefit, Nangong smiled for many days.
In this way, in addition to cultivation, the library pavilion became the place he went to most often.
There is a nine-grade green dragon badge in his hand, and the library has a million books, and he can take it as he wants.
He knew very well that his goal was to find the art of restoring yang, and then go to the Drifting Islands to resurrect Liang Zi's mother, Liang Siqin.
And the technique of returning yang is hidden in a certain book in the library pavilion.
The Drifting Island Group, compared to the Lost Continent, is a completely different world, and many things that are regarded as truth in the Lost Continent will be completely subverted when they drift to the group.
So, if you want to go rafting, you need to learn a staggering amount of knowledge.
Liang Siqin once said that their Nangong family came from outside the Lost, but Nangong never went back.
He didn't know what kind of world it was, and he didn't know what was going to await him there, so he could only prepare, prepare, prepare, study, study, study, learn as much as he could about the Drifting Islands.
The so-called time is like an arrow, seize the day.
Now that the itinerary has been decided, it is of course necessary to start preparing now.
If you want to go rafting, you must first conquer the mountain of books hidden in the library pavilion. And this "World of the Dead" is just the first stone on that mountain of books.
"It's a long way to go......," Nangong took the book into his arms and sighed.
At this time, the little girl walked by with a piece of tofu in her hand and asked casually: "Guest officer, what road did you say to be built?
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