In the green light of the dead well, Wu Yan and Du Ren passed through layers of circular platforms, and slowly fell towards the bottom under the gaze of countless hideous corpses. At this time, Wu Jian realized that although he had broken through the Five Realms, he still couldn't see Du Ren's true realm.

"I didn't expect you to come back so soon, I thought it would take at least ten years." Du Ren looked at Wu Gan's appearance and couldn't help but sigh a little, "The power of thunder in your body is still there, and it is really not easy to survive."

"Senior Du's cultivation is even more difficult for the kid to guess, and when he wants to come for a long time, he has improved a lot." Wu Gen naturally praised Du Ren's cultivation, but it wasn't that he said something beautiful. When I first saw Du Ren, I didn't feel how powerful it was, but now that I have broken through the Five Realms, the other party is still covered by clouds and fog, which can't help but make Wu Yan curious.

"The last Requiem helped me, savored it, and gained a lot, but I need to thank you very much." Du Ren sincerely bowed to Wu Gan.

Wu Yan hurriedly returned the gift, he is a person who eats soft and does not eat hard, and people are polite and will not hold a shelf.

Walking down again, Wu Yan stared at Du Ren and asked curiously, "Senior Du, a strange ...... like you Inhuman, can you continue to cultivate? If he succeeds in cultivating, will he regain his former appearance?"

Du Ren chuckled, pointed to the rows of corpses and said disapprerovitically, "Just call ghosts directly, such as these immortal monsters such as me, in fact, they are not allowed between heaven and earth. It's just that with the shelter of the dead well, there is barely a place to live.

As for cultivation, of course, just like a living person, you can continue to cultivate.

But the thunderstorm could not be avoided. Ghosts are originally yin things, and they have to face the thunder tribulation of the most yang and rigidity, and the power of the heavenly tribulation is much higher than that of people when they cross the tribulation, so ah, many ghost things have died under the tribulation.

Of course, if you are lucky enough to make up for the yang fire, it is no different from a normal human race, and you can walk in the world freely. At this time, the ghosts have little to do with the time of death. After all, the biggest difference between people is that their souls are different, and their souls are already different, how dare they say that they are people before they were alive, and why bother to transform into what they were back then. It's just a skin, but it's just a station against the journey."

Speaking of this, Du Ren paused slightly, and looked up at the mouth of the well, which was unknown how high, "When you reach the end of your cultivation, you will find that the skin is deteriorating quickly, and the divine consciousness is always there, and only the divine soul can penetrate this obstacle."

Wu Gan thought for a while, thought for a moment and asked, "I once saw a foreign race called the Converts to the Truth when I was in the Great Relic Continent, they did not have a physical body, they lived in the spirit dwelling, and they could also wander in the world, did they have already explored the mystery of cultivation?"

"I've heard of it, O convert." Du Ren shook his head lightly and turned his head to look at Wu Gan, "What do you think of the Converts."

Wu Gen knew that the other party had the intention of questioning himself, and being able to get such a senior to solve his doubts would also be of great benefit to his own future cultivation. After pondering for a long time, he said cautiously, "I feel that they are human and not human. The cultivation of normal races is to first form and then god, first low and then high, and deep roots, so that they can obtain the way of immortality and long-term vision. And the Converts seem to be doing the opposite, having a divine form first, and there is no disadvantage of refining the body."

"I haven't seen it

Converts, but their cultivation path seems exquisite, but in fact, they have lost the important support of martial spirit, just like a house has lost its foundation, and water has lost its source.

As you said, they are therefore confined to their spiritual dwellings and cannot be separated from them for too long. So." Du Ren rarely hesitated, and after a moment of deliberation, he said, "So I don't think they are naturally created by heaven and earth, but more like they were created out of thin air."

Wu Gen looked at the thoughts on his wrist with a complicated expression, he was here today, originally to ask for reinforcements, and to ask for advice on cultivation by the way, but he didn't expect to get such a shocking statement.

"Although I haven't been to the Great Relic Continent, I have heard that there are all kinds of strange creatures in this continent, and some of them are even stranger than us ghosts, why?" Du Ren turned his head to look at Wu Gan, and the blue fire flashed in his eyes. Without waiting for Wu Gen to answer, he continued:

"It's not so much a God-forsaken place as a God-blessed place, or so many races wouldn't have multiplied in it. Wu Gan, remember, other clans cultivate

The law can be used for reference but not relied on, and your martial spirit has been achieved, and it can be seen that the foundation is extremely solid. The soul is broken and then stands, assisted by the Requiem, which is even more extraordinary. As long as you follow this path, when the soul is truly free, you will discover the true face of this world."

"Could it be that the world we see today is fake." Wu Gen was a little stunned for a moment.

"How can it be true or false, a green worm crawls among the grass and trees, and the world it sees is real? A mayfly dies in the twilight of life, but the world it sees is real? These are of course true, but only what we think

Really, the so-called peep in the tube is also." Du Ren looked at the wide well of death and said indifferently, "Only by truly detaching and breaking the shackles of the world can we see the whole picture of this world and realize the true truth."

Seeing Wu Yan silently, Du Ren suddenly felt that he had said a little too much, "The path of cultivation is very different, the stones of other mountains can attack jade, it is good to listen to and see more, but you must not lose yourself because of this, only what suits you is the best." Your path of cultivation is not very different from that of others, and you can only do it to fit your feet."

Wu Gan respectfully gave Du Ren a salute, and he didn't expect to have such a harvest today. For a long time, Wu Gan actually did not have a real leader, Wu Lonely can only be counted as half, and the path of cultivation can only be to cross the river by feeling the stones, and wherever he goes. Today, Du Ren said a few words, not to mention that he benefited a lot, but he also broadened his horizons, how could he not make Wu Yan grateful.

Walking on the bumpy road of cultivation with no end in sight, if someone shouts from afar, it is excellent not to get lost in the wilderness. As for how to pass, whether to climb over or walk over, that can only be your own creation.

Du Ren accepted this salute calmly, and continued to sink with Wu Gan, and finally arrived at the bottom of the dead well, where he saw Qiu Bo, Zhang Yun, Wang Kang, Zhao Qi and other four ghost generals last time.

In the red cold flames, Qiu Bo, who was born with two horns, dragged the hammer out, and the huge tiger body emitted bursts of ghostly light under the reflection of the flames, "I said whose spirit is so stinky, it turned out to be you, hahaha, what, this is dead outside, take refuge in me and wait."

Wu Gen didn't say anything

These ghosts do not rely on their appearance, but more on their souls, so it is not surprising that they can recognize themselves.

Du Ren took a step back and let Wu Yan go ahead. Wu Yan glanced at the other three and raised the ring in his hand, "Everyone, are you willing to go out with me to fight."

"Hehe, Lao Tzu just stayed in this dark place when he died in the war, and now you want me to go out to fight again, is it possible that I am afraid that I will not be able to die." Qiu Bo sneered on the side.

Before the words fell, Wu Gan's thumb gently picked up the sword. An almost imperceptible cold light lightly cut through the sea water and fell in front of Qiu Pai. In the eyes of others, this knife is really a bit unremarkable, I'm afraid that any ghost here can cut this knife.

Du Ren was shocked, and looked at Wu Yan with a suspicious look in his eyes. In the water, the ripples of qi and blood during the operation of the sevenfold slash were still inevitably perceived by him, such a strong knife momentum looked thin, but in fact it was extremely sharp, and the majestic sword qi gathered into a line, which actually made the undercurrent swimming slowly in the well stagnate.

And looking at Wu Gan's starting style, it is somewhat similar to his own knife technique. Thinking of Wu Gan's hand, it should be the last time he stole himself, and he couldn't help but be curious in his heart, wanting to see how far Wu Gan could go.

Qiu Bo shook his huge head, and just wanted to say a few cool words, when he suddenly saw the solemn eyes of his general, and when he was puzzled, he suddenly understood why Du Ren was so cautious.

When the thin sword qi came closer, the sharp knife intent really burst out. What kind of determination is this, unstoppable, unstoppable, blocked and will die, in an instant, Qiu Bo's body is like a sifting chaff, although the person on the other side is in the same realm as himself

Same, even he is higher than him in terms of accumulation, but he has no solution to this knife.

Even though he is dead, relying on this corpse to finally regenerate his senses, if he dies again, there will be no more people in the world with the name of Qiu Bo. For a while, Qiu Bo regretted it in his heart, why did he provoke this madman.

The sword lightly slashed across the top of Qiu Bo's head, cut off one of his horns, and shot towards the wall of the dead well. The further back, the more violent the knife qi became, and when it hit the wall of the well,

On the wall, which had not moved for many years, an arc light more than 30 zhang long suddenly appeared, cutting the corpses on the opposite side to pieces.

Suddenly, the sound in the well was like thunder, and the sudden change made the ghosts hidden here, accustomed to peace, frightened, and ran around howling.

Du Ren let out a long, sharp howl, the sound of which reverberated through the well like a sword, and the ghosts who were running around and fighting covered their heads and wailed in pain. After a cup of tea, these calmed ghosts finally slowly returned to their positions without causing a larger riot.

Looking at the fading arc light, Du Ren nodded slightly, he used a knife in both life and death, how could he not see the doorway. In fact, the dead well does not exist in the world, but is a separate space, and the wall of the well is the boundary of space.

Wu Gan's knife seemed to be simple at first, but in fact, before the knife was released, the blood and qi were like a big river pouring down from the high mountains, and it had been running between the meridians for forty-nine weeks in an instant.

Under the urging of waves, the qi and blood ran to a terrifying situation, and the powerful superposition was formed to form such a sword qi. This is still Wu Gan did not use all his strength, otherwise how many ghosts would be real

Die.

It is foreseeable that in time, this knife can cut through the space, and at that time, Wu Gan will truly leap to the group of existences in the world that is close to the top of the mountain. Sure enough, it was Ning to provoke the pulsatilla, don't bully the young man, fortunately, he treated him politely that day, otherwise he would not have been destroyed under this person's knife after many years.

Fortunately, Du Ren coldly glanced at Zhang Yun and the others, and signaled a few ghosts not to make a mistake.

Wu Gen held a severed horn in his hand, and the tip of the knife was pressed against Qiu Bo's front door, "Surrender, or die."

Qiu Bo glanced at Wu Yan helplessly, when they met for the first time, this person used some strange means to restrain himself, to be honest, he was still a little unconvinced, relying on external objects is not a long-term way.

But now that the other party has really won himself with strength, what else can he be stubborn about, so he has to bow his head slightly, "My subordinates are willing to obey the lord."

"Call the owner of the village." Wu Yan arrogantly picked up Qiu Bo's jaw with the tip of the knife.

"Walled ...... The owner of the village." Qiu Bo didn't react for a while, what kind of thing is the owner of the village.

Wu Gen nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at Zhang Yun and the other ghosts, and before Wu Gen could speak, Zhao Qi had already stood up, but he had not lost his body, and dressed as a scholar, "His subordinates were originally from the village."

"Very well, since you have already died once, you can't fool a ghost." Wu Gan raised the ring in his hand, his body floating in the well of death, and scanned the surroundings like a king, "Follow me to the earth, give death to your opponents, and let the blood of fear stain this sea."

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