Half a month has passed, and the valley frost orchid has stepped into the canyon below seven steps, which is also seven steps away from the waterhole. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of artistic conception does not seem to be as simple as she imagined, looking at Blanche sitting cross-legged behind her, Blanche has taken a little less distance than her, only five steps. As for Angela, who frolicked in the waterhole, she had long since given up.

Even a few of them were like this, and the remaining few guards were naturally even worse, and they couldn't even take a step until now.

Looking up into the distance, Mark's figure was long gone. Frost Lan thought that Mark was the master of the world, and he was naturally like a fish in water when he came here, but he didn't doubt it.

However, she did not expect Mark's qualifications to be so good, and it took only half an hour to return from the end of the canyon on the first day, and then three days to go deep into the grassland on the right.

According to him, the artistic conception of life and death is divided into the artistic conception of life and the artistic conception of death. These two artistic conceptions must be understood before they can be integrated, and finally integrated to form the artistic conception of life and death.

Just when she was confused whether to continue, a figure appeared on the grassland on the right, walking quickly this way.

"Brother Wukong, have you already comprehended the artistic conception of life so quickly?" asked Yugu Shuanglan with a shocked expression.

"What's the matter!" Mark smiled and shook his head, "I'm just getting started, and I still have a long way to go if I want to reach the first level!"

As he spoke, Mark came to the waterhole and stepped towards the barren land on the left.

"Be careful!" Yougu Shuanglan's face changed and hurriedly said: "I have also tried, the life force is lost very quickly, with the long life span of my dragon clan, at most it is just a few hours to stand on it!"

Mark nodded, his expression a little solemn, and then his other foot stepped in, and then said:

"I'm different from you, I've already had a preliminary understanding of the artistic conception of death in the canyon, and the loss of life force is much lower than yours. ”

As he spoke, he continued to walk into the depths of the wasteland, step by step. This time was different from the previous half of the artistic conception of life, when he would often stop for a moment to realize, but this time Mark did not stop and walked all the way forward.

Just kidding, every second you spend on this barren land is a little more life force. Although it is little, it is also life, isn't it?Where does Mark dare to stop and feel extravagantly?

There was actually another reason why he walked forward so quickly, he found a shield missing a horn at the end of the right half of the living land, although he was not an alchemist, but he could easily tell that this shield was not ordinary, at least it was also a holy weapon, although it was only a mutilated holy weapon.

What excited him even more was that he looked across the cliff and saw a knife on the other side of the dead place, although the blade had been broken in two from the middle, it could still be used as a short knife. And Mark concluded at a glance that the level of this knife was much higher than that of a shield.

Maintaining a pace that was neither fast nor slow, Mark gradually descended deeper into the place of death.

A day later, after a chance attempt, he mobilized all the power of the world origin contained in his body, and wrapped his whole body tightly, leaving no gaps. In this way, the loss of vitality has reached a very small level.

In this way, Mark was no longer so anxious, he gradually slowed down, holding the hosta given to him in his hand, and quietly felt the artistic conception of death.

Since the last time he accidentally discovered that this hosta could actually assist him in comprehending the secret technique in the Fallen God Mountain, Mark understood that even if the hosta's ability to save his life was gone, it was still an amazing treasure.

This time he took it out again, and found that it was really useful! He was able to get started with the artistic conception of life in just half a month, although it was mainly because of the massive power of the world's origin, but the credit of the hosta should not be underestimated.

Just like that, stop-and-go, three days later Mark came to the end of his death.

"Whew-" He grabbed the broken knife stuck diagonally on the ground, and a cold breath came to his face. There was a faint glow on the blade, and the hilt was slightly larger, so Mark could only hold half the width of it, and the creature holding the knife should be at least four meters tall.

Looking at the fierce momentum exuded from this broken knife, Mark couldn't imagine that this was just a broken broken knife, you must know that once the weapon is broken, the integrity will be destroyed, and the hardness and quality of the knife will drop by at least two or three grades.

Judging by the fact that this knife is still at the level of a holy weapon, if it is still intact, it is at least a high-grade or even a top-grade holy weapon-level treasure knife.

"Drink—" Mark pushed up vigorously, and his whole face turned red, but he didn't even mention it.

"How heavy does this knife have to be!" Mark was unwilling, his battle spirit was running all over his body, his feet were on his horse, and he took a deep breath with the hilt of the knife in both hands.

"Drink—"

This time, the whole knife began to slowly leave the ground with Mark's strength, and then looked at Mark at this time, the whole person was already tense, and the bruises on his arms and face were exposed, obviously reaching the limit.

Unable to hold on soon, Mark hurriedly sent it to the Ring of Legends. Theoretically, only things that can be moved can be put away. Of course, as the Mark level gets higher and higher, there will be fewer and fewer things that cannot be held.

After handling the knife, Mark calmed down and began to comprehend the artistic conception of death with all his might.

There are no years of cultivation. In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

By the time he returned from the land of death, thirty-two days had passed. In the past thirty-two days, Blanche had reached the ninth step, and to Mark's surprise, the Valley Frost Orchid was still at the seventh step.

Looking at her red eyes and worried eyes, Mark suddenly understood something, felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly explained:

"I'm sorry, I only cared about the artistic conception and forgot the time. ”

Frost Orchid opened her mouth and didn't say anything, and then Blanche on the side spoke:

"I don't know if you found out, Shuanglan has been standing here waiting for you, she hasn't moved, you've been gone for a month, and she's been standing for a month. ”

Hearing this, Mark trembled, and suddenly felt a warm current surging into his heart, staring at each other in a daze for a few seconds, he couldn't help but step forward quickly, and hugged the valley frost orchid into his arms.

If he pursued this woman just to save his life before, then now he suddenly doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for her. Is it just moving? It seems like something more!

"I'm sorry!" Mark whispered in the valley frostland's ear.

"It's good if you come back! It's okay! I was worried—"

Frost Lan didn't say anything more than she said in the middle of speaking, but Mark knew what he was going to say, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Don't worry, never again!"

Frost Lan didn't seem to like being held like this, she gently pushed Mark away, looked him up and down, and asked:

"It doesn't seem like you've changed much, is it true that the artistic conception of death has been introduced?"

Mark shook his head regretfully: "No, the artistic conception of life is fine, but the artistic conception of death is difficult, and it is impossible to grasp it without experiencing life and death." ”

"In that case, we've had enough of staying here, or let's go out!"

"Yes!"

A day later, in a small waterhole deep in Mangshan, large strands of bubbles gushed up, and then with a few "bangs", a man and three women first surfaced.

After they flew ashore, seven black-clad guards appeared behind them.

"Frost Orchid?" a voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Yougu Shuanglan raised her head suddenly, and when she saw the appearance of the person who came clearly, she was suddenly surprised: "Brother!"

Then he turned around and took Mark's hand and flew into the air with him.

This is a young man wearing a golden crown and a golden robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome spirit. Even the hair is meticulously combed. With a gentle smile on his face. Just in terms of appearance, if the other party is 100 points, Mark will be 20 or 30 points at most.

"Big Brother Wukong, he is my own brother, Hugo. ”

"Brother, his name is Monkey King. He's me—it's me—"

After saying "it's me" a few times in a row, two shallow blushes appeared on Yugu Shuanglan's face at some point, and she pursed her lips and lowered her head gently.

Hugo, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly stared at the valley frost orchid with wide eyes, as if he had seen something terrible, and his mouth opened into an O-shape:

"You-, frost, you-you're actually shy?"

"Brother, don't say it!" Frost Orchid stomped her foot in the air, and the flush on her face deepened.

"Ahh

Hugo nodded repeatedly, glanced at Mark, and then gave Mark a thumbs up with a few "tsks":

"You know I've seen two expressions on my sister's face over the years, one is very rare, the occasional smile in front of Blanche, Angela and my mother, of course, just a handful. The second is expressionless.

My scalp was tingling when I saw her smile just now, and then I was unprecedentedly shy. You know what my first reaction was when I saw her shy? I wondered if I was dreaming. ”

At this point, Hugo stopped abruptly, as Frost Orchid glared at him fiercely.

In terms of identity, he is the eldest brother of Yougu Shuanglan, but in terms of combat power, he is now slightly inferior to Yougu Shuanglan.

You must know that he is more than a hundred years older than the Valley Frost Orchid, and the Valley Frost Orchid has been in a coma for two hundred years, and even then he is still not his sister's opponent. It can be seen how terrifying the qualifications of the Valley Frost Orchid are. Two hundred years ago, Hugo was basically crushed directly.

In a few words, Mark also has a general understanding of Hugo's character, this is an older brother who dotes on his sister very much, and he is also a man with a hearty personality.

During the small talk, Hugo was very curious about how Mark caught up with his sister. For this, Mark can only smile mysteriously.

As he spoke, Blanche and the Angela family arrived. Several people broke up in a hurry and went back to their respective homes. Mark, Glen Frostland, and Hugo returned to Quilong Palace.

On the way, I heard Hugo mention that Revert was actually killed, and now the Hessian Department of the jungle elves is making every effort to arrest the four thieves of Huaishan. The bounty released has been as high as one million yuan spar. (To be continued.) )