Feng Luo walked in a vast world, surrounded by chaos. Like the bottom of the water, like the sky, and like nothing. Look down, no feet. Raise your arm, it's the same chaos.

"Where am I? am I gone?" Feng Luo murmured in a low voice.

"You haven't disappeared, you're just in the middle of your own consciousness. A calm voice explained.

"Zhihai, what is that?" Feng Luo had never heard of it, but when he was told about it, he vaguely guessed what it was.

Sure enough, the voice explained: "The human mind, all kinds of thoughts, are usually not seen, and they are hidden in the sea of knowledge. To be stimulated, to be perceived. ”

"Isn't that the human mind?" Feng Luo asked, confused.

"The mind is just a carrier, carrying all kinds of thoughts that are perceived by others, and there are also parts that ordinary people cannot perceive, and this part is the knowledge of the sea. ”

Feng Luo fell into deep thought, his mind, the sea of knowledge, thoughts, and the flood of information that made it difficult for him to digest.

"Like human muscles and strength. Strength is nowhere to be found, but it is carried by muscles and muscles. I can only explain it to this point, after two years of penance, I still can't understand the sea thoroughly. ”

Since it would be useless to ask again, Feng Luo simply didn't ask, and experienced it himself. He didn't care about this experience, but he saw a huge hole in the white clouds.

The void was like a long passage, and I didn't know where it started or where it leads.

"This is a vein, a vein that runs through the sea of knowledge. Knowing the veins in the sea is the result of my years of hard work. It takes me all my life to cultivate and open up your vein, and I will definitely be able to help you cultivate in the future. The voice said proudly.

Knowing a vein in the sea, Feng Luo felt incredible. Then, several pulse qi movement methods appeared in the sea of knowledge, and it seemed that he had mastered the technique at once. He quickly accepted reality and summed up the other person's behavior simply: brainstorming.

"Don't get addicted, I don't have much time, I have to tell you a few things, you must remember. Feng Luo was about to investigate deeply, but was pulled back to reality by the voice.

Feng Luo stood upright, with the mysterious man sitting in front of him. The "fountain" on the body is no longer visible, and life is in a state of exhaustion.

He lifted his robe, revealing his scarred shoulders. The entire body is crisscrossed with countless scars, and there is rarely intact skin. There was only one place where the skin was flat and barely damaged, and there was the brand—the slave brand!

"This is the teacher who burned me, even if it represents a shameful identity, I protect it with my heart. The mystery man explained, "Take my brand, hand it in, and if the teacher asks, say that I am happy and go without worry." ”

After saying that, he inserted his fingers into the skin, pulled hard, and grabbed a piece of skin that was burned with a brand in his hand. Flipping his hand and tossing his skin to Feng Luo, without any expression, but the agitated muscles showed that he was in pain.

"I'm glad to be killed by someone who is worse than me in terms of experience and cultivation. Live well, and you will become a shadow thorn in the teacher's satisfaction. He smiled and said, "I'll help you get through the veins, don't say anything about it, including the teacher, so that he won't be burdened." ”

The mysterious man said as he coughed up blood from his mouth. Feng Luo didn't stop him, and he didn't try to save him. The heart was broken down, and it is already a miracle to be able to hold on for so long.

Feng Luo stood quietly, and only answered when the other party asked. Didn't ask, just listened. The mysterious man has been alone in the Land of the Dead for the last two years, with no one to speak and a lot to say.

"This world, how ugly, how beautiful this world! I think about it, I think about it......" The voice slowly lowered, and his eyes became dull and dull.

"Let's go. I'll be a shadow thorn, and I'll be free from the shackles of the brand!" Feng Luo said to the corpse almost as he swore an oath.

Put away the brand, bury the body, and Feng Luo find a hidden place to hide.

After the brain hole is opened, the cultivation level rises one level and reaches the third layer of pulse. The improvement of the first floor greatly increased his chances of surviving in the Land of the Dead.

Shadow Thorn candidates, the lowest is the sixth layer of pulse, and the highest is seven layers of pulse. Among them, people in the pulse stage are the majority.

Feng Luo Xiu is improving, but his combat effectiveness is at a low point. Broken bones need to be recuperated after reconnecting. Damage to internal organs, which needs to be repaired. There are no crystal beasts, and they recover on their own, and their speed is slow.

Looking at the three imprints in the leather bag, Feng Luo felt that the results were good. Five hundred men were scuffled, and it was said that there were usually about two hundred left. The average living person is less than two pieces.

The Dragon's Silence and the Millennium Drunk are used alternately, and Feng Luo hides his body shape well. The damage caused to him by the mysterious man went deep into the vein, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Calculating the sunrise and sunset, Feng Luo finally survived until the fifth day. But he didn't act right away because this is the most dangerous time. Empty-handed people will hide on the way back to pick up cheap.

With only half a day to go before the deadline, Feng Luo finally left. The damage caused by that mysterious man has not yet fully recovered. The closure of his veins is equivalent to attacking the veins of the whole body.

But it's not all bad, it's been ruthlessly combed by the vein, and it's broadened compared to before. Immediately exerted the pulse of the third layer, without the slightest discomfort, and even the time to adapt was saved.

Breaking and standing up, his body, including the internal organs and veins, became more tenacious. Cultivating every day, I felt a huge improvement in **, and Feng Luo was a little more grateful to that mysterious person.

"Senior brother, I will bring your words. But whether the master will retreat bravely, I dare not guarantee. Feng Luo whispered to the opposite mountain. The senior brother in his heart was buried there, covered with green grass, and there was not even a grave.

Buried here, I often watch people fight and kill, and I shouldn't be lonely. Feng Luo packed his bags and quietly walked forward. He doesn't need to be sure of his direction, and when he goes out, he can take any of the exits.

Suddenly, a woman's scream sounded in front. It was a cry of joy: "Quick, come, I can't stand it!"

"Hehehe, beauty, don't worry...... Damn, who tied my belt, why can't I untie it!" The thick male voice looked very anxious.

"Dead ghost, if you want to kill me in a hurry, just tear a hole in your pants, come, help you. The woman's voice was melodious.

"Hehe, you're still smart, I'll make you feel good...... Ahh

Feng Luo knew that the anxious man had already died. The whole time, he stood there and listened. He's not a pervert, but his voice is familiar.

After a while, a graceful figure walked out. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were untidy, revealing a large area of snow white on his chest, and deep ravines.

"Ah, it's you, why aren't you dead?" suddenly noticed someone, and Iss instinctively tried to cover it up. After finding out that it was Feng Luo, he stopped to sort out his clothes and inadvertently made them bigger.

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