I don't know if Lu Dao should say that Wang Lung is lucky or unlucky, since he entered the underground realm, he has not met a friendly person.

Mo Tianlong had to go out for a few days because he blocked Soka, and there were only a few people who knew about it, even if it was a brother and sister, they didn't know what Mo Tianlong was going out for, let alone Wang Lung.

If Mo Tianlong hadn't gone out, Wang Lung's performance in the underground world would definitely not have escaped the eyes of the other party, insulting, acting, cursing, etc., Wang Lung's own script was actually only an audience for him.

At the moment when Bo Ji's head rolled to the ground, Mo Tianlong had just left the cave mansion of Elder Taishang, and he didn't see Wang Lung's provocation.

Watching Bozi's body slowly fall, Wang Lung suspected in his heart that his provocation to the gods had not yet reached the point of anger.

Although the area of this Underground Realm is enough to exceed some countries on Earth, what can a group of cultivators without strength meet the requirements of their gods? More than a thousand villagers, unfit for work, lifeless, foodless, waterless, sunless, moonless, skyscrapers, and ...... Nothing, what's the point of this god?

The slaughter of a village doesn't seem to be able to get the attention of that bullshit god, so what about two, three, five, ten? I don't believe it, and you don't show up after I've killed all your people, Wang Lung thought viciously.

When Bozi and the others die, their figures will be erased from Wang Lung's mind, there is nothing worth lingering in this place, his goal is the core area, the temple.

Looking at the village of Boji in front of him, Wang Lung did not have the thrill of killing the enemy to achieve victory, he was angry now, everything here made him wonder. In order to survive, he not only needs to kill, but food is also the guarantee of his life.

From the core area to the Boji village, no matter how many people he killed, he didn't look back, even if the corpses were all over the field, it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't come to the Boji village just to have grievances. Another important point to provoke the gods is that there is a yellow sheep here that can provide him with two or three meals of food, but unfortunately there is nothing left now.

Pozi died, and the villagers with him died, not a drop of blood was shed, and the situation after death was exactly the same as that of Hook, and in just a moment he became a dried corpse, looking at the empty ground beneath his feet. There should have been a yellow sheep that had been trampled to death by himself, but now there was nothing, and Wang Lung wanted to cry without tears.

The rations were cut off, and the yellow sheep who became a dried corpse did not even have the qualifications to be a specimen, Wang Lung was the first time to see such a strange scene, ten minutes ago the yellow sheep was still struggling under his feet, he only used a little strength to trample the other party directly to death, and sooner or later he would be eaten by himself. It doesn't matter what kind of death you give the other person.

A minute after the sheep died, the body slowly dried up. In less than ten seconds, it turned into a dried corpse; three minutes later, the original wool on the dried corpse of the yellow sheep also turned into ashes and dissolved into the earth; after five minutes, the dried corpse turned into a pile of white bones, and all that appeared in front of Wang Lung was a pile of sheep and scorpions; in ten minutes, the white bones disappeared, and Wang Lung, who had no wind in the underground world, actually saw some floating fluorescents. Rise, disperse, sway, disappear as if it never existed.

All were gone, leaving only a few lonely houses standing in front of them, and at this moment time seemed to freeze, and Wang Lung imagined that the yellow sheep was still alive in its own room. He walked over slowly, did not kill the other party, just plucked the other party's wool, ate its flesh raw, drank its blood, as long as the yellow sheep did not die, it would not turn into a dry corpse and then dissipate.

It's too late, the sheep are dead, Bozi is dead, Hook is dead, and there are many people he killed along the way, they are all dead, they will all turn into dried corpses and slowly disappear, where is this? Who are these villagers? Are they dying because of me? Wang Lung's expression was very painful, and his whole mind was thinking wildly.

At the same time, in the temple that Wang Lung thinks, the two brothers have been meditating and cultivating honestly, since Mo Tianlong left until now, they have not been lazy, they have not tried to find Wang Lung's whereabouts anymore, they are waiting, waiting for Wang Lung to arrive, waiting for Mo Tianlong to come back.

The two brothers, who were immersed in cultivation, opened their eyes at the same time, and immediately got up after being slightly stunned.

"Meet Mo-senpai!"

"Meet Senior Mo...... When did the seniors come back, my brothers and I have been cultivating just now, I don't know that the seniors have returned, how rude it is, please don't blame the seniors. He asked, leaning down.

Mo Tianlong didn't reply, and waved his hand to let them sit down and reply.

"I also just came back, and I didn't wake you up when I saw that you two were cultivating hard, so you can feel free to be unrestrained here, oh yes, only the two of you here haven't seen Wang Lung, hasn't that little guy passed the test yet?"

"Yes, senior, since you left, our brothers have been cultivating and have never met Wang Long, and we don't know about his current situation, so we ......," Yi explained.

"Yes, I see. Mo Tianlong interrupted with his words, and then directly closed his eyes and began to search for Wang Long's location, he started to search little by little from the temple, the nearby barrier has not changed, the fifteen priests are still there, the search range is slowly expanding, and soon he found some problems.

"Hmm, what the hell is this little guy doing, why is he still on the periphery, no? Bozi and the others are gone, Hook has also disappeared, and more than fifty deaths have died intermittently along the way, what the hell is going on?" Mo Tianlong muttered to himself as he searched for Wang Lung, he never opened his eyes.

Hearing Mo Tianlong talking to himself there, the two brothers glanced at each other, still didn't understand what the other party meant, they had some doubts in their hearts, Mo Tianlong didn't explain to them the reason for going out since he came back from going out, and he didn't let them understand Wang Lung's movements, let alone what the test he set up for Wang Lung was, although his brothers were not in danger of their lives here, but the knots in their hearts could not be solved, and they were worried about their hearts, which would have some impact on their mood, and the cultivation effect was not very good.

Mo Tianlong opened his eyes and glanced at the two brothers casually, he knew very well what they were thinking in their hearts, his cultivation was too low, and his temperament was impetuous, which was not good for cultivation.

"You two have to remember one thing, cultivation is not slack off all the time, walking, talking, and fighting are also part of cultivation, although calmness and clarity can help cultivation. However, cultivation in adversity is also a test, and no matter what the method is, as long as it is beneficial to cultivation, it is worth learning from. ”

"Thank you for your advice. ”

Mo Tianlong saw that they were very good, nodded with satisfaction and said, "In my place, you don't have any fetters, just cultivate well, you two don't have to worry about Wang Long's affairs for the time being." I'll tell you when the time comes. ”

Looking at Mo Tianlong, who closed his eyes again, the two brothers nodded yes, although the other party didn't say much, but they also gained a little, since Mo Tianlong had already made it clear that they wouldn't let them care, then all they could do was to cultivate honestly, as for other things, just wait for the results.

Ignoring the two brothers again, although Mo Tianlong was out for a few days, he would not be ignorant of what was happening in the Underground World. Because this is his territory, every villager is his eyeliner, and after a little exploration, he can already understand what Wang Lung has been doing in the past few days.

"Stinky boy, it's really your father's seed, but he's a little timid, his brain is slow, and he is timid, which is not like your father's style. Mo Tianlong didn't say these words, but he thought in his own heart.

"Hmm, what is this kid doing? Look at the way he looks like he can't give up. Could it be?" Mo Tianlong looked at Wang Lung, seeing that the other party was standing still in place. There were some doubts in my heart.

Still in the same place, Wang Lung's eyes were sloppy, and his footsteps did not move half a step, if an outsider passed by and saw his expression, he would definitely be classified as an idiot.

Although Wang Lung looked like a fool from the outside, there were huge waves in his mind, and some of his original doubts were now slowly becoming clear. It turned out that he deliberately thought that he might not be able to catch it, but now although it is still vague, the other party has been haunting his heart.

What the hell is this, it is like a time bomb buried deep in the mind, formless and insubstantial. It seems to be there or not, its existence makes Wang Lung feel very wonderful, he seems to have lost his memory, those lost memories are wrapped, and he is peeling back the wrapped memories layer by layer.

There are various races living in the underground world, and it can be seen from their outfits that they are incompatible with modern society, and becoming a cultivator can have a minimum life span of a thousand years, Chagon is a Qing Dynasty, Bozi looks like an Indian native, and although Hook is also dressed as a Chinese, he is definitely older than Chagon.

A group of people from different historical periods coexist with monsters, only he is a modern person, Wang Lung feels like he has traveled through the long river of time, back to ancient times, back to primitive, back to ancient times.

Today, 100 years, 1000 years, 10,000 years...... History is intertwined, time coincides here, and death is annihilated, is it the fate of cultivators or the precipitation of history?

If you were born a thousand years ago, according to the life expectancy of ordinary people, you will not survive at all, a hundred years of life is considered a long life, after death, you will be buried in a coffin deep in the ground, your body will rot, blood will be lost, dry, white bones, corroded, and dissipated, from nothing to nothing, there is no me in this world, I have come in this life, I should have disappeared in a hundred years, if I become a cultivator, my life will become longer, thousands of years, ten thousand years or hundreds of millions of years? Who gave the years of existence? Is it the longevity of seizing heaven and earth and imposing my body?

I am still alive in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of heaven and earth, am I already dead? The existence of the physical body is just the sustenance of the soul, and heaven and earth have given it a hundred years of life, but I have taken it for hundreds of millions of years.

As soon as Bo Ji and the others died, they immediately disappeared into ashes, and there was not even a bit of scum left, what was this for? Is this heaven and earth here to collect debts? They should have died early, their bodies had long since decayed and disappeared, their souls should have dissipated a long time ago, and now death is just a matter of paying off debts.

Is that so? Is this the fate of a cultivator? Is it a dream once in a thousand years?

Dreams? Dreams are thoughts, the old urchin can reproduce the scene of a thousand years ago, I can see, I can hear, I can participate in it, I am not allowed to dream, I can't do it, a dream for a thousand years! When I wake up, I am still me, and the temple of the sun is in ruins.

In the dim underground world, Bo Ji is gone, there is no life around, no wind, no rain, no sky, no people, only I am standing here, everything is so quiet, the picture is still, time is frozen, if it continues like this, if I don't become a cultivator, can I live forever?

It seems that time has stopped, this is just a appearance, I am moving, my heart is beating, my blood is flowing, my skin is breathing, everything around me is still and I am alone, I see this land is still, I see this house is still, I see this ore is still, but what about them?

Wang Lung was dissecting it little by little, although his eyes were open, and there was nothing in front of him except the house, but he felt as if he had seen a lot of things, time went from far to near, Bozi sat on the stone bed in a daze, rattlesnakes hid in their humble nests and intertwined with each other, and the sand lizard lying on the ground with his eyes closed, all this seemed so real.

In the distance, a demon walked slowly, he said something that made the village of Bozi angry mockery, the villagers stood up, the weapon was in their hands before they stepped out of the room, they wanted to kill the demon who blasphemed the gods, angry screams, the two rattlesnakes were the fastest among them, they rushed up and wrapped around the demon's neck regardless of life and death, Bozi was the highest, but he was still not the opponent of the demon, they were all dead, the demon had no mercy, they didn't need mercy, looking at the yellow sheep that disappeared on the ground, the demon was stunned.

Wang Lung, who was in deep thought, suddenly raised his head to the sky, he woke up, it was his own dream, he saw himself, he saw everything in the village of Boji, there were two selves in the dream, and his soul seemed to wander outside and come back again.

This is the time! The corners of Wang Lung's mouth slowly curled, he realized! (To be continued......