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Luo He never thought that a year could be so long, so long that there was nothing else to do except chopping wood and cultivating internal strength.

The miscellaneous servant was the lowest-ranking disciple in the sect, and he didn't even have the opportunity to enter the library pavilion, and even with Liu Zong's care, Luohe had no way to acquire more knowledge.

Luo He didn't think that a year could be so short, he was taken captive to the mountain, and it seemed that it was still yesterday to learn "Blood Water Demon Skill", but now he has cultivated "Blood Water Demon Skill", the introductory mental method of the Blood Knife Gate, to the point of great success, and the true qi of internal strength alone is enough to compare with a low-grade master.

In other words, from another point of view, he also realized his dream, but in terms of identity, although it is difficult to accept, he has to accept it.

It's just that since he practiced "Blood Water Demon Skill", he has never really slept a night.

Whenever night fell, after he had run the Blood Water Demon Skill for dozens of weeks, when he was about to fall asleep, it was as if he had entered a terrible dream.

It's a dream, because he is in the Blood Knife Mountain, and there are several first-class masters in the Blood Knife Gate, it is absolutely impossible for the scene to change so wonderfully in an instant.

However, it is not a dream, because everything in this dream is too real. Whether it's joy, anger, sorrow, or injury or pain, it's as if it really happened.

It's a world full of blood.

There are living beings, but they are not the slightest bit angry.

When all the creatures saw Luohe, they all slaughtered them like crazy, and their claws and teeth were the easiest weapons for them to attack.

If you hurt, it hurts.

If you get hurt to a certain point, you will die.

And whenever he died, Luo He would wake up from the "dream", and pain would come from all over his body.

For the first half of the year, every night with Luohe, he died in a dream. What's more, in the beginning, it took dozens of times to die in one night before stopping.

Die in dreams, be reborn in dreams, and then continue to fight or be killed by those blood-colored creatures.

Such days lasted for half a year.

Every time you die, there are enough lessons to be learned, and every time you die, from another angle, you make Luohe stronger.

What is enhanced is not the internal strength of the true qi, not the external strength. These are all limited by external factors, and what makes him stronger is his speed, shooting speed and adaptability.

Dodging the blood-colored creature's fatal claws, the firewood knife in Luo He's hand contained blood-colored blades, and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck, but it did not cut it into two parts, but it was enough to make it faint.

This is already the twelfth blood-colored creature that Luo He has knocked down tonight.

The blood-colored creature had thick skin and thick flesh, and even if Luo He used the Blood Water Demon Skill to exert all his strength, it would take four to five knives to chop off its head. Instead of wasting true qi, it is better to use enough strength, just knock down and stun.

"I don't know if it's just me, or if it's all the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect. Here, it is a good place to practice, except that you are tired. However, those masters who have been famous for a long time, if it were not for such perseverance, there would be no possibility of surpassing them in a short period of time. Master, talent, hard work, indispensable. ”

The firewood knife, like Luohe's real hand, can always block the opponent's attack route just right, and then give the opponent the most lethal counterattack.

No need to be clever, one knife is enough.

Of course, if he could avoid blocking by just dodging, Luo He might be more willing to do something like this. Blocking will only be a fearless waste of the already small amount of physical strength, and if the opponent's strength or internal strength is more clever than your own, the so-called blocking is just an increase in internal injuries, and it is meaningless.

Right now, Luo He is facing three blood-colored creatures with one enemy and three enemies. He didn't know what kind of masters these three blood-colored creatures could be regarded as if they were in his so-called real world, but under the seemingly chaotic siege of the three blood-colored creatures, they actually contained all kinds of mystical truths, making Luo He's ability to knock down one of them with one blow as long as he found the right opportunity, and he couldn't use it at all.

Blindly dodge, and then, wait for the opportunity to counterattack.

Dodging is not cowardice, hard resistance is stupidity.

The night passed quickly.

Three times, just three deaths, in a dream, or another world.

The pain of the bruises all over his body still exists, and he truly tells him that everything just now does not seem to be false.

Luo He could clearly remember that after he had tried all means to kill those three blood-colored creatures, he was faced with a terrifying round-up of dozens of enemies.

The flesh and blood were torn apart piece by piece, and the terrible pain was still fresh in my memory even now.

barely ran the Blood Water Demon Skill to slowly reduce that terrible pain.

"Blood Water Demon Skill" is the most basic and superficial introductory internal skill of the Blood Knife Gate, even if it is practiced to the extreme, it is only comparable to the true qi measurement of a seventh-rate master. Luohe's dantian had long been filled with the true qi contained in the blood water demon skill, and the thin blood-colored true qi seemed to have reached an extreme point.

Even if he devoted himself to cultivation again, Luo He could still feel the existence of a bottleneck, and the growth of his true qi had slowed down greatly. If the amount of True Qi that could be increased by one night of meditation and practice was ten, then at the moment, after the Blood Water Demon Skill has reached its limit, the premise of devoting oneself to self-cultivation is only one or two.

Captured, the true qi can still increase, but the amount and speed have slowed down significantly, and Luo He seems to understand some truth.

Every kind of internal strength has limitations to improvement. The reason why those masters who have been famous for a long time have begun to slow down in entering the realm is that in addition to the fact that their internal cultivation itself has reached the extreme, it is likely that the speed of their self-cultivation is too slow, or they neglect to self-cultivate their internal strength.

Everyone has concerns, and with concerns, it is impossible to devote ******** to cultivation. Just like right now, Luohe has practiced for ten days, but it can only be compared to the previous one or two days of entry, but if it is abandoned for ten years, let alone progress for one to two years, it is very possible to stand still and even regress.

Every true master is built up with endless loneliness and loneliness.

Sleepless nights.

Or, never, there was never a real break.

The only thing that Luo He couldn't understand was what kind of place that blood-colored dream was. And even if he dies there, all he has to endure is the pain of real death. After running his internal strength, his body was still full of spirit as if he was resting.

One year has allowed Luohe to grow enough.

This was the first time, and he felt that maybe being rejected by Qingtianmen was not a wrong decision. A pampered disciple like Qingtianmen, in addition to going down the mountain to practice, where can he experience this feeling of life and death?

Accidents, sometimes, happen once is enough.

The price to pay, but no one can afford it.

The sun rises in the east, although there is only a slight light, but Luo He clearly knows that the time for his "rest" has passed, and at the beginning of a new day, he must complete the work he should do every day.

There is nothing but chopping wood.