The scorched yellow branches and leaves, the cracked earth, the scene that Han Sheng saw was still the same after walking alone for hundreds of miles. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The power of the gods is so terrifying.

He didn't stay in the hollow of the tree, and after eating the roasted sweet potato, he left, still heading south.

The scattered cultivators who traveled south with him had already been buried in the sea of fire, and even their souls had been taken away, but he still wanted to go to the 100,000 Great Mountain, even if it was just a step.

This is his obsession.

Tianzhu Mountain, 1,200 miles away from 100,000 mountains, if it was before, it was just a day's work. But now he has no mana, and he can only walk fifty or sixty miles a day.

It doesn't matter, Han Sheng smiled sadly, no one will chase him anymore.

Such a tragic scene, the sect monks who tracked it down would inevitably see it.

The reputation of Sanyan Zhenjun for the Heavenly Dao must have also spread to the Ten Thousand Immortals League.

Usually he walks silently alone, when he is tired, he falls down to rest, when he is thirsty, he pulls the grass to chew, and when he is hungry, he swallows the grass.

Fortunately, although the cultivation was lost, the body was well recovered by the red-robed immortal, and it could be supported.

Sleeping in the open air, thirsty for dewdrops and hungry for grass, there was no obstacle on the southbound road.

Those beasts and birds must have been scared away by the great war.

A month later, Han Sheng walked to the 100,000 Mountain.

His hair was unkempt, his shape was erect, and his lips were chapped with blue-black marks.

Han Sheng stood quietly in front of the 100,000 mountains, motionless.

In front of him were quaint weathered rocks, no moss, no weeds, except for the stones, ancient trees. Han Sheng gently stroked the stones on the ground, looking at the depths of the mountains with sun-dappled branches and shadows, the wind and birds in his ears, and the natural freshness embraced him.

"This is the 100,000 Great Mountain. ”

Han Sheng muttered, "We've finally arrived. ”

The wind from the 100,000 mountains whined in his ears.

Han Sheng listened to the whimper of the wind and laughed miserably, "It's me who finally arrived." ”

They were already dead, a thousand and eleven people, dead in Tianzhu Mountain, dead on the way to arrive.

There is nothing more cruel in this world than to give you good hope and then destroy it in your face.

One thousand and eleven scattered cultivators, one thousand and eleven foundation building, one thousand and eleven brothers and sisters, they should have become the pioneers of the new era. The most precious seeds of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance are all dead.

Sanyan, Sanyan, Sanyan!

Han Sheng trembled with hatred all over, hated so much that he wanted to use the most cruel punishment in his past life and this life to carry it out on him.

"I'll be back. He said to the 100,000 mountains.

"This time it's just me, and next time it's tens of millions. ”

"So, be ready. After Han Sheng finished speaking, he turned around and left, never looking back.

This time, head west.

"Sister, that human looks delicious. A little bird chirped.

"It's useless to be delicious, we made a pact with humans, we don't go out, and they don't come in. Another bird replied.

"Ahh The first bird lamented.

"I want to too, but humans are very powerful, have you forgotten those sleeping demon kings?"

"Alas~" The two birds sighed at the same time: "I really want to eat people!"

"Sister, the man said he was going to bring a million people next time?" asked the first bird.

"It's impossible, we have signed an agreement with humans, and with so many people, the demon kings have every reason to tear up the agreement. ”

"Really, the Demon Emperor blesses, let this human lead tens of millions of people into the mountain as soon as possible!"

"Demon Emperor bless!" the two birds prayed in unison, their eyes full of bloodlust and hunger.

The demons in this world have been trapped in the 100,000 mountains and have endured for too long.

Han Sheng walked westward, he didn't know his direction, and he didn't understand his purpose, so he walked aimlessly.

After losing the goal, the emptiness in the heart is unbearable.

During this period, he tried to cultivate, and after the aura poured into his body, it dissipated again, so fast that it was like using a bottomless wooden bucket to draw water. He couldn't even use a true qi.

Without meridians, no dantian, no mana, all Han Sheng could rely on was his body and will.

It's a long road, nothing to do, how to pass the time.

Strengthening his body, meditating and practicing qi, the vast magic trick swept the aura of heaven and earth, washing his body again and again, even if it is a bottomless wooden barrel, after a long time, it can be picked up with two drops when it is lifted out of the water.

Although there are only two drops.

What can two drops of mana do? An ordinary illumination technique requires the mana of a small half of the meridians, not to mention the wind sword, flames, and other spells. The mana required for any spell is calculated by the drop, and it is usually the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Every time Han Sheng runs his mana, he collects two drops of mana, which is better than nothing. In the spirit of wasting it if he didn't use it, Han Sheng forced those two drops of mana out of his body, and then collected two more drops and continued to force them out of his body.

In this way, as time grew, Han Sheng's size and size Zhou Tian ran faster and faster, and the distance between the two drops of mana when they were forced out of his body also increased from half an inch to an inch, and then to half a foot and a foot. Although it is useless, even if those two drops of mana hit someone, the other party feels that it is just "Oops, is it raining?"

Han Sheng walked like this, his essence and spirit were completely concentrated on the operation of mana, and he remembered any steps of the vast divine technique clearly, and the aura of heaven and earth entered and came out from his body all the time. Han Sheng's existence at this time was just like water, wood, grass and stone, no animal would notice him. The tiger was warming up by his side when he meditated, and the crocodile was hovering on the shore when he drank water, but none of them reacted, and Han Sheng's body had turned into a lifeless shell.

He would often hit trees because his eyes were blank, and he would often fall into a hole and then climb out again. He climbed the mountain in front of him, swam when it was water, and his mana worked non-stop. Anyway, there is no one left and right, so it is better to devote yourself to cultivation and see how many miracles this so-called ethereal body can create.

Whether or not he can defeat Sanyan, save Sanxiu, and return to Earth, all hope is in this ethereal body praised by the immortals.

Until one day, he was passing by the deserted bazaar, and heard the humans arguing: "This is the table that your baby spent a month building?"

"That's right, I spent a month and nine days, thinking about it day and night, and I don't know how much effort it took. ”

"You can pull it, this table, the carpenter at the head of the village will finish it in two days. ”

"I build the table more carefully than him, I don't look at anyone, I am self-taught. ”

"You're doing this behind closed doors! If you want to use the table, you don't have to die in a hurry. ”

"Then what do you think I should do? Carpenter Wang was stingy and never taught me how to do it. ”

"Nonsense, you are not his apprentice, if you want to learn, you will either pay the tuition fee or steal it. ”

"Stealing?"

"That's right, you have nothing to do with his door, and get on good terms with his apprentices, so that you can learn the craft. ”

Han Sheng smiled and continued to immerse himself in the operation of mana, and then realized that when he woke up just now, he seemed to see a snow-white sky and earth!

Han Sheng immediately looked back, and sure enough, the originally turquoise earth was covered in silver at this moment, and snowflakes were flying.

"Where is this?" Han Sheng said blankly, "How can it snow?"

"Bang!" Han Sheng hit a poplar tree and sat down on the ground, watching suspiciously as the snowflakes fell to him. His figure flickered, and the snowflakes fell to the ground without touching him.

"Is it winter?" Han Sheng noticed that the people in the bazaar wearing thick cloth and cotton jackets were talking hotly.

He scratched his head, and was shocked to see that his hair was dry and clumpy, like wood. He rubbed it, and it turned out to be stone dust, branches, feathers, and a small dry fish.

"What have I been doing all this time?!" Han Sheng was shocked, did he fall into the devil?

He forced out two drops of mana from his body again: "Bang!" The poplar tree in front of him was hit by those two drops of mana and swayed from side to side.

"It's too weak!" Han Sheng said incredulously, "This is my ability to cultivate hard?"

At this pace, when he can kill Sanyan, I'm afraid that his grandsons will all soar!

He remembered the conversation between those two people, and blindly cultivated asceticism, wasn't it just behind closed doors?

In addition to wasting time honing the will, what is the benefit of getting down to business?

He jumped to the bazaar, and when he met a person, he asked, "Dare to ask Big Brother, where is the largest sect in the neighborhood?"

"Demon ...... Youkai!" the man turned pale with fright, turned around and ran.

Han Sheng was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he hurriedly draped his hair behind him, scrubbed his face vigorously with the white snow on the ground, and then asked the next person, "May I ask this fellow Daoist, where is the largest sect nearby?"

"Crazy!"

After scaring away a dozen people, Han Sheng finally realized how bad his current image was.

He didn't have a spirit stone spirit ticket on him, and he didn't even have two valuable things. This robe had been worn for more than half a year, and it was already in tatters and could only cover his body, and Han Sheng was embarrassed to act as a thief and robber, so he could only sit on the poplar tree on the side of the road, waiting for someone to pass by before asking for directions.

"Well, it's still a child. An old lady walked slowly on crutches and looked at Han Sheng carefully: "Young man, where is your father, how did you become like this?"

Han Sheng's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears: "My father and mother are far away, and I was stopped by the wicked and fled all the way." ”

When the old lady saw that Han Sheng was in a clear state, she couldn't help but sigh: "What a sin!

Led by the old lady, Han Sheng came to her cabin, which was very old and was nailed with wooden blocks that plugged the cracks everywhere. The old lady rummaged through the cabinets in the room to find her son's clothes when he was young, and was going to boil water for Han Sheng to bathe. Han Sheng shook his head gratefully, and directly took off his robe and jumped into the snowdrift, scrubbing inside. The old lady was so shocked that she knocked on her crutches and said, "Come out, young man!"

When Han Sheng came out, his whole body was steaming, his bronzed skin was extremely bright, his long hair was wet and draped on his back, and he felt that his body had never been so strong. The old lady squinted her eyes and smiled: "The young man is quite handsome, has he ever married a daughter-in-law?"

Han Sheng blushed: "It's still early." ”

The old lady's crutches hit the ground: "It's not early, my son is your age, and he has a partner in the workshop." ”

Han Sheng asked, "Auntie, do you know which sect is the largest in the vicinity?"

The old lady shook her head and said, "What sect is not a sect, it has nothing to do with us." ”

Han Sheng smiled bitterly and asked in a different way, "Then do you know which is the largest workshop nearby?"

The old lady suddenly came to her senses: "Of course I know this, my son entered the largest workshop in this Fengtian Mansion - Shushan Sword Workshop!"

Shushan!

Han Sheng's heart was beating faster, if he remembered correctly, Fengtianfu was under the jurisdiction of Wanzhou, and Wanzhou was the boundary of Shushan!

Shu Mountain, the four immortal gates, overcome the strong with the strong, and break the ten thousand laws with one sword!

If you want to defeat Sanyan Zhenjun, who was born in Xianmen, the best way is to learn the mastery of Xianmen!

Shushan, you must enter Shushan!

PS: Volume II, Chapter 1, A New Beginning. From then on, Han Sheng left the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, aiming at the Three Yan True Monarchs, and practiced and fought in the Four Great Immortal Gates. The vast world will slowly unfold in front of him, gods, demons, demon orcs, primeval relics, everything will be displayed in Han Sheng's eyes, so stay tuned.