It's strange to say, whenever Mo Tianchen closes his eyes and meditates, he always feels that there is a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info ink dust, and you can even feel the complex emotions of the owner of those eyes.

Sometimes jealous, sometimes indifferent, sometimes ...... Gloat.

This time was no exception. The owner of those eyes was gloating at himself.

"Who are you?" Mo Tianchen couldn't remember how many times he had asked him like this.

"I'm you. The man's answer remained the same as it had been a thousand times from childhood to adulthood.

Mo Tianchen asked, "Then who am I?"

The eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled mockingly: "You?hehe...... You're nothing. ”

"You talk nonsense...... I'm Mo Dump. ”

The smile in those eyes deepened: "In this world, there is no ink at all." ”

"If you lie to me, I won't believe you. Don't bother me anymore. ”

......

Finally sent away those eyes, and Mo Tianchen felt exhausted, as if he had a long, long nightmare.

"Mo Yun, I'm thirsty......" Mo Tanchen habitually muttered, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly sobered up.

Surrounded by snow, there are no carved beams and paintings of Mofu, no soft velvet brocade quilts, and no ...... Ink clouds and ink shadows.

The faint flying snow slowly fell under the illumination of the blood-colored sunset, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.

The loneliness he had never felt before hit his heart, and he suddenly felt homesick.

Just yesterday, at this hour, Mo Tianchen finally faintly grasped a trace of spiritual understanding in the process of reciting that mantra over and over again.

In an instant, like a chick pecking open a heavy eggshell, or like a spring thunder splitting the obscured earth, everything around suddenly became extremely clear, and Mo Tianchen could even see the sharp six-petaled edges and corners on the lightest snow flakes, and hear the mournful low song of the lonely goose on the distant mountains.

And Mo Dumping finally felt the aura of heaven and earth that has existed in the world since Pangu opened the world.

Sometimes those auras are like stars, twinkling, jumping and frolicking erratically, and sometimes they gather in one place, fluttering, like a breeze and mist blowing through everything in this world.

At that time, he was excited, as if he had discovered a new continent, running and jumping to catch those aura, but those auras seemed to have eyes, and easily dodged them.

However, when he was tired of running and calmed down to meditate, the aura between heaven and earth turned closer, slowly but surely penetrating into his body and merging into his meridians.

Mo Tianchen didn't know how to use these aura, but simply felt that they were very comfortable when they were integrated into his body, more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring. So he began to happily absorb the aura of heaven and earth, until Luo Zixi came to him.

However, the aura on this extremely cold peak was thin after all, and Mo Tianchen's cultivation was still shallow, even if he absorbed it all day without sleep, he only absorbed the little bit that Luo Zixi had detected.

A belly "growling" sound pulled Mo Tianchen back to reality.

That day, Xu Yifeng once told Mo Tianchen that this path of cultivating immortals needs to go through many stages, and each stage is divided into ten layers.

Among them, the Qi training period is the initial stage, and after stepping into the Qi training period, you will have an extremely strong physique, not only with sensitive senses, not avoiding cold and heat, but also with infinite ability when you practice to the depths, and you can walk like flying.

However, no matter how powerful a monk in the Qi cultivation period is, he still has to be a mortal who eats whole grains after all.

If we want to do it, we need to enter the next stage - the foundation building period. And once the monk enters the foundation building period, he can be called half an immortal. In addition to being able to clear the valley, it can also delay aging, eternal youth, and it is not a problem to live for 1,800 years.

Of course, if the monk was already in his twilight years when he built the foundation, such as Lu Xingzhou and the like, then no matter how hard he cultivated, it would be impossible to rejuvenate himself.

Now that Mo Tianchen has just entered the Qi training period, he is still just a mortal in essence, and he is still a relatively weak child among mortals.

"I have to get out of here, or I'll starve to death if I don't freeze to death." Now that I've entered the Qi training period, and my strength is much stronger than before, why don't you try to climb down the cliff?"

That's what Mo Dump Dust thinks, and that's what he does.

Cautiously walking to the edge of the cliff, looking at the bottomless abyss and the almost vertical steep mountain wall, Mo Tianchen's heart began to beat uncontrollably.

Ordinary people will be afraid when they see such a scene, not to mention that the ink dumping dust is afraid of heights?

Taking a deep breath, Mo Tianchen turned around, and climbed the edge of the cliff with shackled hands, and trembled and poked his feet down.

At this time, his heart was already terrified to the extreme. If he hadn't been exhausted, he wouldn't have come this far anyway.

Fortunately, this first step was on a raised rock.

Mo Tianchen exhaled slightly, it seems that this method is feasible.

Due to the heavy iron chains connected between his hands, it was very inconvenient for Mo Dump Chen to move, and it took him more than half a day to climb down a distance of less than two zhang.

In order to prevent himself from being afraid, Mo Tianchen didn't dare to give himself a chance to look down at all, and stared at the cliff above his head the whole time, only using his feet to try to climb down step by step.

This is what happened to the tragedy.

He mistook an outstretched ice pick for a rock and stepped on it.

Before the ink could react, the ice pick broke with a "click", followed by a whirlwind of the sky.

Mo Tianchen's eyes widened, and he forgot to shout in horror.

Layers of clouds and mist flew by, and the sound of the wind whistled in my ears.

The mind was completely still, the brain was blank, and the soul seemed to have flown nine heavens away.

Only then did he know that the memories and attachments of those people written in the book before their deaths were nonsense, and he couldn't think about anything at this time, let alone any memories.

It would be inaccurate to say that he had no idea at all, and in this muddy and terrifying fall, at least one thought was very clear in his heart, that is: this time he was really dead.

Suddenly, a familiar white light flashed, and there was a sharp pain in the wrist, and the falling body was suddenly pulled.

Mo Tianchen raised his head and saw Xu Yifeng looking at him condescendingly, with a deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Mo Dumping, do you want to die like that?"

This sudden change made Mo Tianchen completely stunned, staring at Xu Yifeng, not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until Yifeng Jian flew back to the Extreme Cold Peak with the two of them that Mo Tianchen regained a little consciousness.