A wild wolf is a hundred pounds, head, skin and bones, there is not much 'meat', Wei XVII devoured his stomach, his hunger subsided slightly, and his tiredness rolled up like a 'tide' water, he didn't have 'fine' to lean on the trunk to rest, the "soul eye" swallowed the power of the soul, the wisps of blood and bones were entwined with the viscera, and the damaged 'flesh' body was repaired bit by bit, his thinking was unprecedentedly active, and he had gained a lot of benefits in this battle before the ghost 'door' was closed.

Yes, the benefit, the most difficult thing in this world is to evaluate yourself objectively, especially the handful of 'elite' Ying who stand at the top of the pyramid. If the limit of what this heaven and earth can bear is used as the standard, Wei Qiqi can be close, and Fu Difang surpasses it steadily. There is no doubt that even if he is as strong as Fu Difang, he has to carefully restrain his strength, and overindulgence will bring consequences that he does not want to see, being forcibly rejected - like diarrhea or vomiting - or directly causing the collapse of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to protect himself, he is unwilling to take risks, although he has twelve points of strength, but he is careful to suppress it at the level of seven or eight points.

What's more, Fu Difang's body still has unstable elements lurking, and his henchmen are in serious trouble, not the "injury" that Situ Huang speculated before, one hundred and eighty years is far from enough, and the 'essence' of Tianyi Shui is a bone gangrene that is difficult to remove, and the most optimistic estimate is that it will drag him for several hundred and eighty years.

A strong enemy is not invincible, at least there is hope for self-preservation, is there better news than this?

However, Fu Difang's last earth-shattering blow made him feel palpitations, the threat of death was so near, he had better avoid meeting him until he found a means to save his life.

Wei Qiqi thought about it, unconsciously raised his hand, and drew a water talisman in the air, gathering the qi of the decanteric water, condensing into a ball of clear water, and plopping on his face, a burst of coolness penetrated his heart and spleen. With the mind as the pen, the demon yuan as the ink, and the void of heaven and earth as the paper, he drew the "meaning symbol", he didn't know how many times he had practiced, and he had already lifted his weight as if he were light, and he was free to sway. Since breaking through the gap between heaven and man, refining into the True Body of the Five Directions, and the Dawn Divine Soldier, foreign objects have not helped him much, and the Demon Pill and Demon Yuan have also been replaced by the power of the soul, except for studying the art of talismans and chatting to kill time, there is no other use.

However, after encountering the defeat of Lian Taoshan, he had some different ideas.

Wei Qiqi raised his hand again, stretched out his index finger, and drew a talisman in the air, thunder talisman, wind talisman, dry talisman, kun talisman, fire talisman, water talisman, separation talisman, and kan talisman...... A total of three hundred and sixty weeks, all in one go, loops and hooks, layer upon layer, the talisman lit up like fireworks, and suddenly opened a small half of the sword domain.

A gray city, a dreaming southern city, a forest of steel and concrete, high-rise buildings, pedestrians and vehicles, a foggy sky, a hard asphalt road, and the same hard human heart...... However, the sword domain only lasted for a few breaths before it collapsed, and the dim talisman that remained in the void, like red-hot embers, turned into flying ashes in the blink of an eye.

The lack of the support of the "sword wire" is like the human body 'pumping' the skeleton, and it cannot last long by relying on a pile of skin and 'flesh' alone.

Wei Qiqi closed his eyes in frustration and let himself sink into the dark sweet country.

The night was a very sound sleep, the wolf hid far away, did not come to disturb, and when he awoke, the bonfire had been extinguished, and the forest was dark, and the cold was surging, and a hoarfrost was formed in all directions.

When the wild wolves didn't come, Wei Qiqi went to look for them, picked a 'fat' and strong one, slaughtered it, drank blood and ate 'meat', filled his stomach, continued to be drowsy, and relied on the power of his soul to repair his damaged body. If this is the case again and again, the wild wolves are decreasing head by head, and the wolves finally can't hold on, tossing and turning, but they are always caught up by opponents, Wei Qiqi is not greedy, he grabs one head and lets it go, without the intention of killing them all.

The wolf king led by him was quite spiritual, plucked up his courage, and took the initiative to drag a yellow roe deer in front of Wei Qiqi, kneeling on the ground with his front 'legs', as if begging for mercy. Wei Qiqi remembered "Qing" and those youthful years, laughed, accepted Huang Zhang, and left.

Suddenly, half a load passed, and there were wolves hunting on their behalf, and Wei Seventeen ate and slept, slept and ate, and recuperated his injuries in one 'door'. On this day, he woke up from his sleep, felt that his injuries had healed, and the power of the soul in his body was endless, like a river gushing, never exhausted, and his heart was quite gratified, after suffering so much, he finally received some interest, and his 'flesh' body finally adapted to the "soul eye", and the water 'milk'/'blend' blended, and he could no longer perceive the strangeness and obscurity that had existed before.

There was no point in lingering any longer, and he twisted his waist and walked away.

The land is barren, full of devastation, westward for several hours, finally met the people, Wei 17 found an old farmer with rough clothes and hoes, asked where he was, but it was in a village called Dongguo, the four miles were originally good fields for grain, after the natural disaster, the sun was covered by smoke and dust, the fields were deserted, even the weeds could not grow, the surplus grain was exhausted, everyone was hungry, helpless, had to catch pikas, peel the bark, and hunt wild food blindly. Dongguo Village to the north more than 50 miles is Luoyang City, the victims of the disaster in a radius of thousands of miles all poured into the city, Taishou Yan Keji ordered to close the city to raise themselves, every three or five days by the officers and soldiers escorted the porridge bucket out of the city for relief, to give the victims a mouthful of food, hang a breath of vitality.

Wei Qiqi saw that the old farmer was talking well and was quite knowledgeable, so he was curious and chatted with him a few more words. The old peasant was very up, spitting 'messy' flying, and he didn't hide it from him, he admitted that he had read a few days when he was young, and had three sons under his knees, the eldest and the second were doing nothing, farming at home, his wife and children were hot on the kang, and the third was a smart man, doing small business in Luoyang City, and had accumulated some silver taels over the years, and he was still alive at hand, and he was going to take the old father into the city to enjoy his old age, but he didn't expect Yan Taishou to give an order, and he would stop his thoughts.

The two stood in the dark field and talked for a while, the old farmer 'smoked' a few bags of cigarettes, and when he was too addicted to talking, he took his leave, Wei 17 identified the direction and sneaked into Luoyang City.

Luoyang is a big city comparable to Bianliang, Chang'an, and Jiankang, one of the famous granaries in the north, and also the throat to block the Hu people from going south, and the perennial garrison. But at this time, Luoyang City was in a mess, and the streets and alleys were crowded with fleeing victims, one by one, with vegetables on their faces, and there were 100,000 people in a rough look. In Wei Qiqi's opinion, no matter how big the granary is, it can't support so many mouths, Yan Keji's order to close the city is already a step slow, there are disaster victims inside and outside the city, and the king of heaven is not afraid of hunger.

But none of this had anything to do with him, Wei Qiqi entered the city just to find a place to wash up, wash away his anger and blood, change into clean clothes, and then set off for Huzigou. However, the moment he stepped on Luoyang Zhuque Street, the mountain and river vitality lock in his arms jumped, and he was 'desired', and an unruly familiar aura awakened his memory, his eyes lit up, and he muttered: "It's been a long time, it turns out that you are also here......"