Liu Zhenquan sat alone at the head of the bed to carry mana, at this moment the five senses of the four senses were blocked, the whole person was immersed in a quiet, dark, colorless and tasteless space, Liu Zhenquan quickly settled in the middle, unable to perceive the surrounding Liu Zhenquan mana transport but there was no improvement, in the extreme west through the land of the three calamities to make his body and soul more pure, unconsciously the mana became more pure, and could not perceive the outside world, the mind was not confused, so that it was easy to control the mana with all its strength to reach the realm of forgetting the object and me.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Zhenquan trembled, and at this time, a pair of hands came to the side, stuffed a piece of wood into his hand, and stroked the text on it: Liu Daoyou, don't worry, Qingxi and I are now going back to our respective mountain gates, seeking help from our elders, we believe that we will definitely find a way to crack the ancient witch spell by reading the classics, during this time, we ask the predecessors to take care of you, but the seniors said that cultivation is not necessarily smooth, all calamities are the grinding of people, I believe you will be able to break out of the cocoon and be reborn.

Haha treat me like a butterfly, but Xingtian's move can be regarded as crooked, Liu Zhenquan's previous life was too exciting, and his own mind is relatively jumpy, and this time he was closed to the four senses to make it easier to enter the meditation when practicing qi.

Write a line on the paper: Senior, I have a question, whether the girl who hit Baili in the black fog was injured, if she was like me, I would die soon.

Before I finished writing, there was another wooden board in my hand: Fortunately, you used the incarnation outside the body to block a catastrophe for you, otherwise how could you be so lucky, but Xingtian's move is also regarded as a snake cultivator with an evil intention to return, most of this witch spell should be on the snake cultivator, in this life it is difficult to return from the long river of time, and it is estimated that it will sink for a long time after the five senses are sealed, but your incarnation outside your body seems to be useless, and the scales of the snake cultivator are useless.

Hehe, yes, this snake cultivator also wants to use this external incarnation to influence me and make it easier for him to return, but this time it can be regarded as a great help, and he is really a good person of Amitabha Buddha's immeasurable heavenly venerable.

Anyway, the result is the best ending, Liu Zhenquan has a smile on his face, it's a big deal, after the mana is profound, he will know the world in a flash, and the four senses are blinded is nothing at all.

With a stroke of the pen, I wrote a sentence: I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone.

Looking at these words, Praruo was also infected in his mood, and said silently: "I didn't expect Daoyou to have this state of mind, it seems that I am still too worried." ”

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Spring goes to autumn is a year, years of war make the people miserable, Luyang outside the city is full of broken weapons, the surrounding acres are also barren, occasionally from the roadside will burst out of a wild dog, desperately looking for the wreckage of the roadside, the crooked neck tree on the side of the road is full of crows, these crows become red eyes after eating human flesh, a gust of wind blows, set off a burst of yellow sand.

The crows immediately flew away from the treetops and circled in the sky, and the wild dogs also sniffed the smell and looked into the yellow sand, when the wind and sand scattered out a luthier leading an old sheep, and the huge gonghou pressed on his thin shoulders, always looking extremely incongruous.

At this time, the wild dogs and crows both hoped that the thin pedestrians would fall on the side of the road quickly, at least let them have a full meal, Liu Zhenquan seemed to feel the uneasiness of the old sheep, squatted down and stroked the old sheep, and shot a sword qi in his hand, and the crows above his head fell to the ground one after another, and the frightened crows and wild dogs immediately avoided this evil star.

I've seen too much sadness along the way, and I don't know when I refuse to be by Liu Zhenquan's side, maybe this situation reminds him of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, although Liu Zhenquan at this time can't hear, can't hear, can't hear, can't speak, but the operation of his divine consciousness has become more freewheeling, because the influence of cultivation can only perceive everything within a few zhang around him, but it is enough for Liu Zhenquan at this time.

casually scattered the crows, even if he couldn't clearly feel everything around him, but he still let Liu Zhenquan gain a little.

The vague scene around adds to the desolation at this moment, the avenue that was not prosperous in the past has been overgrown with wild grass at this moment, and the dry bones are full of wild bones along the way, Liu Zhenquan remembered a song in his heart at this moment, Cao Chengxiang's "Artemisia Travel" in his previous life, and at this moment he unconsciously chanted a few words in his heart: "The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles." The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines. ”

With the help of the old sheep to lead the way, Liu Zhenquan came to Lulong City, at this moment the city wall is broken and the big flag is crookedly inserted, the city gate is locked, and an old pawn probe shouted: "Who is coming, report the name." ”

Liu Zhenquan couldn't smell it, took out a disc from his cuff, beckoned to the old pawn, and pointed to his ears and kept shaking his hands.

An old soldier on the side asked, "What's going on in the city?"

"A person who is crippled in the sky may want to come up, and he can't see what he is waving in his hand at all. ”

The old soldier sighed, "It's all poor people, put down the basket and take a look, if you don't work carefully, let it come up." ”

Not long after the city tower hung a basket with the old army, the old army turned Liu Zhenquan's disc, and kept looking at Liu Zhenquan, more than 30 years have passed as if Liu Zhenquan has been spared, and he didn't look old, at this time, the old army grabbed Liu Zhenquan and asked suspiciously: "Are you Mr. Liu?"

Liu Zhenquan took out a piece of paper full of words from his arms: I can't hear, I can't see, I can't speak, there is something that can be written on my hand.

The old army looked at Liu Zhenquan, didn't believe all this, and waved his hand in front of Liu Zhenquan's eyes, but Liu Zhenquan on the other side didn't react at all, sighed and said to himself: "Mr. Liu, when you walked casually among the soldiers of a hundred battles, I knew that you were not an ordinary person, but who would have thought that you would suffer this bad luck, let me help you in." ”

When Liu Zhenquan entered Luyang City, Liu Zhenquan remembered the scene when he and Lu Longjun's team were separated, and I don't know how many old people are left after these thirty years.

There are still hundreds of old soldiers left in the city, all of them are gray-haired, and their armor is still on the border of the country, Liu Zhenquan walked with the old army, and the people on the side looked at him, and the old army beside him said at this moment: "This is the Liu scholar who volunteered to help our army get the last salary." ”

Everyone was amazed, and Liu Zhenquan took out a piece of paper from his arms: he was killed when he strayed into the secret realm, and he didn't know how many years had passed in the cave, and there was already a sea of vicissitudes outside the cave.

At this moment, an old soldier came over and said: "Back then, I still hoped that Mr. would come to visit us, but I didn't want to wait for decades. After speaking, he couldn't help crying, "Mr. was so heroic when he captured the flag, I don't want to be harmed by people now." ”

Although Liu Zhenquan couldn't hear it, he still took out another written note: Four senses are blocked, and six are pure.