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Chapter 214: Miscellaneous Notes on the Flood and Desolation (3)

That's a whole year!

Qi Yuan can be said to have done nothing in a year, he directly found a cave, hid himself, took healing pills, and with the help of his excellent physique and healing medicines, it took a year to recuperate his body, which shows how serious Qi Yuan's injury was this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And what made Qi Yuan a little puzzled was that he died like this, why didn't the blessing of the so-called Immortal Feather Crane have any effect?

Could it be that it is really a 'lethal' blow that can be effective?

Qi Yuan didn't dare to defy the law in this regard, after all, what if he really died?

There is only one life, and it is better to cherish it.

Since he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to, Qi Yuan has to let go of these messy thoughts, a year is really hard, after all, he is covered in injuries, and his combat effectiveness is less than one percent of the victory period, and this is no longer a safe zone, so it is the most important thing to hide himself from being discovered by other beasts, of course, Qi Yuan can also light up the Fengming Sword and exude a breath, those beasts that perceive danger will naturally not approach, but again, there is no absolute, after the beasts of the same level in this area perceive this momentum containing killing intent, there is a chance that there will beJiuhui regarded it as a provocation and then killed Qi Yuan.

So in this year, Qi Yuan is really like a rat crossing the street, beware everywhere, no matter what the wind and grass, he has to run away, even if it is a rabbit......

After all, the rabbits that can live in the flood period are not ordinary rabbits, at least they are half-hung immortals, after all, there are too many fairy herbs and elixirs in the flood world, and they are almost a casual existence, even if it is an ordinary rabbit, no matter how poor the qualifications are, they will become refined after eating so many years of great supplements.

A thousand years is simply too short for the desolate world, just like a second in a person's life, and Qi Yuan has successfully broken through the gap between immortals and mortals and officially become a five-star master.

Returning to Buzhou Mountain again, facing the stone tablet, Qi Yuan had a different feeling at this time.

The coercion on the Buzhou Mountain was now like a substance, and Qi Yuan was already able to perceive one or two outside, and at the same time, he was extremely glad that he had not been crushed into a meatloaf before.

God exhaled, Qi Yuan's whole body Immortal Yuan was running at high speed, and the originally solid muscles were instantly tensed, and after doing all this, Qi Yuan slowly took the first step into Buzhou Mountain.

Heavy! Vicissitudes!

This was Qi Yuan's first feeling after stepping into this endless coercion, but in a trance, he still found that there seemed to be a trace of relief and relief in it.

Indeed, this world is like the continuation of Pangu's life, he completely surrendered everything he has to this world, and this desolate world is like his child. And this Buzhou Mountain is the backbone that supports everything in this Pangu.

"The great god of Pangu is really great!" Qi Yuan bowed to Buzhou Mountain.

Reaching the realm of heavenly immortals, Qi Yuan was finally able to step into this Buzhou Mountain without being ejected, although for him, he needed to run the exercises all the time to offset this endless coercion, but Qi Yuan believed that as long as he gave himself time, he would definitely be able to walk in Buzhou Mountain with his physical body.

After stepping on Buzhou Mountain, Qi Yuan knew what was called a treasure of heaven and earth, and what was called a blessed land.

But fortunately, Qi Yuan has been in the desolate world for thousands of years, hunting countless beasts of all kinds, and winning millions of heavenly and earthly treasures, so he is naturally quite calm. But calm is calm, and goose plucking still has to be done......

As he went deeper into Buzhou Mountain, Qi Yuan's pressure became more and more intense, and his consumption of himself also increased rapidly, and before he exceeded a hundred steps, Qi Yuan was already sweating, his lips were white, and he fell to the ground heavily, and the muscles of his whole body kept trembling.

Is this the limit? Qi Yuan gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort of his body, and gasped for breath.

This coercion from all directions is like a large hand constantly squeezing his body and making a creaking sound. The internal organs were still too fragile, and Qi Yuan turned over with difficulty and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

If the tolerance of the skin is 100, then the current muscle defense is 75, and the internal organ defense is only about 30.

In the face of such tremendous pressure, Qi Yuan's internal organs had begun to break, and his muscles had begun to strain, and even the toughest skin had lit up with silvery-white mysterious patterns to resist the pressure from all directions.

However, no matter how tough the skin is, it is just a layer of epidermis, which does not play any role in fighting coercion.

Stumbling down the hill and coming to the stone monument, Qi Yuan was finally able to take a slight breath.

"It's only ninety-nine paces, or when I buy the hundredth step, the pressure will increase to the limit of what I can bear. How long has this feeling of pushing the limits not been encountered. A hint of nostalgia flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes.

If it weren't for his insistence on taking that last step, he wouldn't have been hurt by it. Qi Yuan took out some strange flowers and plants with strange fragrances from the Qiankun bag and stuffed them directly into his mouth, but he felt a little feeling in his heart.

Looking at the general Buzhou Mountain, Qi Yuan muttered in his mouth: "Do you think I am not capable of taking the hundred steps? But I still stepped out...... Qi Yuan recalled that when he stopped at the ninety-ninth step, the huge coercion reminded him all the time, if you take another step, you will be seriously injured, but he still took that step forward without hesitation, but before the foot landed, the accumulated coercion instantly exploded......

"Although it didn't really succeed, if a cultivator didn't advance bravely, then how could he reach the highest peak?" Qi Yuan suddenly laughed.

"I've always thought that I had lost that enterprising spirit because of various things, as long as it was good or good, but I didn't expect this thing to be engraved in my bones!"

At this time, Qi Yuan was like a sword that had been corroded by rust, and suddenly washed away all the lead and bloomed again with the look he should have.

Qi Yuan flipped his hand, took out a wine jug, and poured it into his mouth.

This pot of wine is the medicinal wine brewed by Qi Yuan for thousands of years, and the materials used are naturally all kinds of herbs collected, there are countless strange flowers and plants in the desolate world, and there are countless poisons, but this does not stump Qi Yuan, and the general herbs are just that, but the things guarded by the desolate demon beasts should generally be non-toxic.

And when the brewing was finished, Qi Yuan also deliberately grabbed an unknown little beast and poured the wine for him, and then saw it fall to the ground in a daze, Qi Yuan also laughed.

Although he didn't drink much wine, after thousands of years of fermentation, the mellow aroma still made Qi Yuan drunk.

In the end, Qi Yuan actually leaned on the stone tablet and fell asleep.

In his sleep, Qi Yuan seemed to transcend time and space, silently watching everything that happened here from the perspective of a bystander.

Flood!

This is the Flood Wilderness! Qi Yuan was extremely sure in his heart.

Because the scenery here Qi Yuan is very familiar, but there is no huge black stone tablet here, there is just a man who can't see clearly carrying a wine gourd, constantly pouring something into his mouth.

I saw that the man was drinking wine, and his mouth was open and closed at the same time, but there was no sound.

The man seemed to have been talking for a long time, and suddenly he stood up, and a huge black stone appeared in his hand, and then slowly turned into a wordless stele as high as 10,000 zhang, looking at the stele, the man seemed to be very satisfied, put the stele on the ground, and wrote it on the stele with one hand, the word seemed to have magic power, no matter how Qi Yuan looked at it, he couldn't see it clearly, after the man finished writing, he took a sip of wine again, and with a wave of his hand, the stele was forcibly pressed into the ground by him, leaving only about ten zhang outside, and then a long sword full of strange patterns appeared in the man's hand, the man closed his eyes, I don't know how long it took, the wind and sand rose, a monstrous momentum made Qi Yuan, who was in the position of a bystander, feel very uncomfortable.

I saw that the man was holding a sword, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he used the sword to write on behalf of him, and carved three words on the stone tablet - no Zhou Mountain!

Then the man sighed, arched his hand at Buzhou Mountain, and floated away.

Before leaving, the man seemed to glance at him intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly Qi Yuan only felt a huge shock in his heart, and a pulling feeling suddenly appeared on his body, and then Qi Yuan's eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness.

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