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"The seniors have won awards, and you always have to hide your hands when you go out, otherwise once you are remembered, it will be troublesome. Hearing the cold laughter of the purple-robed middle-aged man, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth raised slightly, and he immediately smiled freely.

"Humph!"

Hearing this, the purple-robed middle-aged man suddenly flicked his sleeves slightly, then snorted coldly, simply sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and stopped talking to Yang Ming.

This is not a good place to do it, no matter how much you say, it is better to recuperate, praise your strength, find the heart of the earth space as soon as possible, and leave this damn place.

Only after leaving here can he have a chance to kill the young man in front of him and completely pull out the thorn in his heart.

It's just that if you want to find that ethereal formation in this vast sea of strange stones, how easy is it!

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In the barren stone forest, two figures are strolling along, with a thick weight in the desolation, except for the faint sound of the wind, there is no sound, in this kind of place, if you stay for a long time, no matter how determined the person is, I am afraid that he will go crazy directly.

In such a desolate environment, it is nothing if it is for a short time, but once it is a long time, it will be a terrible torture for people.

In this boundless stone forest, the figure of a person is quite small, as if it is a speck of dust in this space, dispensable.

After having the previous experience, Yang Ming was not infected by this desolate aura, he knew very well in his heart that the more he was at this time, the more he had to remain absolutely calm, because his enemy was not only this earthy space, but also the purple-robed middle-aged man who was eyeing him.

Therefore, since the two of them completely turned their faces, Yang Ming mentioned twelve points of caution, for fear that this purple-robed middle-aged man would suddenly make a move and completely leave himself in this space.

Yang Ming walked quietly in the dark, step by step, tirelessly moving forward, in the desolate stone forest, except for the purple-robed middle-aged man who kept moving forward in front, there was nothing left.

In this earthy space, perhaps because there is no sunrise and sunset, the time has become incomparably long, and the two figures are walking in the aimless stone forest, and even the special shoes made of animal skins are about to be worn out.

However, this aimless walking did not end, during this time, the two of them did not say that they were there, but they were constantly moving forward, and when they were tired, they took a temporary break, and when they had enough strength, they began to move forward again.

Time seemed to be very slow, but it seemed to be very fast, and Yang Ming's whole person was about to go numb.

In this place, Yang Ming has no concept of time, and sometimes a panic is suddenly born in his heart, and he feels that this is the most terrible cage.

However, after panicking again and again, Yang Ming fell silent completely, trying to throw away all the negative emotions in his heart, because he didn't want to sink here like this, and he had to stay calm at all times.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Ming's mind seems to have been tempered by a thousand times, becoming more and more tenacious and vicissitudes, just like an old man who has gone through countless years, and the whole person has become different.

Later, Yang Ming had almost forgotten everything, forgot himself, and kept moving forward in this vast stone forest, his figure full of loneliness and desolation.

For these changes in Yang Ming's body, almost 1510 fell into the eyes of the purple-robed middle-aged man in front of him, but he didn't say anything, but became more silent, as if he wanted to use this silent and desolate atmosphere to affect Yang Ming's mind and completely disintegrate Yang Ming's will, so as to achieve the goal of surrendering without a fight.

It's just that the purple-robed middle-aged man still underestimated the young man in front of him after all, and in such an aimless progress, even he felt a fluctuation in his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that he himself knew enough about this place, he would definitely not be so calm at this moment.

To tell the truth, the middle-aged man in the purple robe really admired the young man behind him, in this desolate and lonely atmosphere, after walking for such a long time, he can still maintain such a calm, this kind of mind, even he feels a little out of reach!

But the better Yang Ming is, the more jealous the purple-robed middle-aged man becomes, and every time he sees the young man's calm face, he has an urge to kill the other party.

In the face of such a genius, even if the realm of the two is not at the same level, the middle-aged man in the purple robe also feels a deep sense of unease and jealousy.

In the desolate stone forest, the young man moved forward slowly, time passed, as if a hundred years had passed, and Yang Ming's face always carried a touch of vicissitudes and desolation.

"What am I in this desolate land, a speck of dust, a pebble, or a breeze......"

As he continued to move forward, Yang Ming suddenly stopped, frowned, and slowly looked at the sky that would never be dark, and an invisible thought quietly spread.

However, at the moment when Yang Ming's footsteps stopped, a strong sense of desolation burst out.

Suddenly, in the seemingly endless darkness, a subtle light suddenly appeared, and then spread out from Yang Ming's mind.

Raising his palm, he grasped the sad Ninefold Xuanque Sword and slowly pulled it out.

The wide, heavy Ninefold Xuanque Sword pointed at the ground at forty-five degrees, and the robe on Yang Ming's body was windless, and between his eyebrows, a thick sense of desolation permeated.

"Desolate, desolate, desolate......"

With a slight murmur in his mouth, the nine-fold Xuanque Sword that Yang Ming was holding suddenly lifted, and the stones on the ground suddenly suspended as if they had been pulled by something, and finally with a huge crackling sound, as if the gravel had burst, it continued to rotate around Yang Ming's body.

At this time, in the surging sea of stones in the depths of Yang Ming, the whole person was like a lonely boat in the ocean, constantly shaking, but these oceans of stones, as if they had consciousness, did not have friction with Yang Ming, this kind of stone sea of 100 zhang size, lasted for about ten minutes, and then stopped slightly.

When these endless stones landed, Yang Ming's eyes closed slightly, and after a while, they suddenly opened, and a bright light passed under his eyes.

Looking at the slowly falling stone, Yang Ming's heart seemed to be touched by something, and a wave of enlightenment instantly surged into his heart.

"This feeling ......"