Murong Longcheng didn't follow Xie Tong's words, he smiled and said, "It's useless to talk more, but it's enough to have a beautiful meal before you die, and drink him a good time!

Xie Tong thought that the three of them would leave first, it would not be a big deal, although Huo Zixin was also injured, how could it be compared to his injury.

Hearing Murong Longcheng's death speech, Xie Tong suddenly felt hungry, and after not eating all night, he couldn't wait to dig out the grass roots around him and gnaw them to fill his gurgling stomach.

Xie Tong casually grabbed a piece of withered grass, put it in his mouth and chewed it dryly, a strong astringent taste entered his taste buds, he chewed a few bites, it was dry and difficult to swallow, and then spit it out again.

Murong Longcheng looked at him sideways, and when he saw his shriveled appearance, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "This is the withered grass that has been exposed to the sun and the sun, and it has long been dried, even if it is soaked in water for half an hour, I'm afraid it will be a little bit, if you want to eat him as a green leaf, I'm afraid you will think too much!"

Xie Tong said, "Grandma's, isn't there anything else on this grassland?"

Murong Longcheng turned sideways, changed his comfortable posture, and said with a smile, "Grassland and grassland, apart from grass, what else can there be, is it possible that there is still food?"

Xie Tong suddenly cleared his mind, and an extremely peculiar thought passed through his mind. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Murong, you said that there are countless of these dry grass grasslands, right?"

Murong Longcheng didn't have a good breath and said, "Lao Tzu has already said it just now, I really don't know what you're doing?"

Xie Tong felt that the god of the grassland was in love with him again, and there was hope for escape this time. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Murong, do you have a fire fold on you?"

Murong Longcheng rummaged through the pockets on his body, took out a fire fold, and said, "Yes, what do you want him to do? Could it be that he is self-immolating? Lao Tzu doesn't have that courage!"

Xie Tong didn't pay attention to him, but tried to get up and said, "The ghost is self-immolating, quickly remove the surrounding grass."

Murong Longcheng didn't know what Xie Tong was doing when he first met him, but Xie Tong must have a reason for doing this, but when he piled up the grass in one place and vacated a three-zhang open space, he finally knew what Xie Tong was going to do, oh my God!

As long as there were fires on the grassland, Shi Jingjiao could no longer determine their location, and even avoided places with thick dry grass, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Brother Xian, you are really a genius!"

Xie Tong said angrily, "Take the fire fold, I'm going to set it on fire!"

Murong Longcheng handed over the fire fold, Xie Tong hit it several times, the faint firelight lit up, Xie Tong slowly leaned down, for fear that a trace of breeze would blow out the firelight, until he got to the dry grass pile, Xie Tong did not hesitate to place the fire under the grass pile, with the crackling burning sound, the grass pile was instantly ignited, and the flames jumped up more than five feet high, almost scorching Xie Tong's eyebrows and hair.

Xie Tong hurriedly stepped back.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, spreading along the ground in all directions.

Xie Tong hurriedly sat in the center of the clearing, sat back to back with Murong Longcheng, and began to hold his breath while controlling the true qi in his body and slowly repairing the damaged meridians.

This is their only remaining chance to heal, and it is also their only chance to escape, and it is really a desperate situation.

The clearing turned into a sea of fire all around, and some of the dead grass had been there for decades.

Thick on the ground, as soon as the fire arrived, it burned very vigorously, and in a short time, it had spread for several miles, and the whole grassland was full of smoke, becoming a sea of fire.

Murong Longcheng looked at the growing fire, his heart ached, he is a person from the grassland, he has a special feeling for the grassland, and now seeing the flames burning the plains, the initial excitement is gone, replaced by regret and melancholy, he sighed and said, "A fire has ignited the grassland, I don't know how many trees and vegetation were burned in the fire, I hope the god of the grassland will forgive my crimes." ”

Xie Tong said heartily, "The god of the grassland will not blame you, after the dead grass is burned, it will become fertilizer, injecting more vitality into the growth of grass next year, and the grass may be more lush next year. ”

Xie Tong was busy with his true qi wandering in his body, repairing the damaged meridians.

Mo Zeyang's two palms, no matter the strength of the fire, have reached the point of reaching the peak, and they have also caused him great injuries, Xie Tong has not suffered such serious internal injuries since his debut, as if the meridians of his limbs and bones have been broken, and when his internal force flows through the meridians, the dry and cracking pain almost makes him scream.

Ninety-nine eighty-one weeks of circulation, each time it made Xie Tong die and come back to life in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to support it, that feeling seemed to directly invade his brain, and even his spirit was eroded by this pain.

Xie Tong practiced Huangtian Dafa, he had already touched the threshold of the sixth layer, and he also had some experience in spiritual cultivation, he was busy using his spiritual power to suppress this pain, but this feeling couldn't be suppressed at all, but it expanded, and it couldn't stop impacting his brain, every time he hit, his brain seemed to be hit by a hammer, and the pain was unbearable.

Beads of sweat continued to fall from his forehead, and he even forgot about hunger and the pain in his meridians.

This was something he had never done before, and he couldn't figure out why the pain in the meridians was transmitted to the brain doubly.

In desperation, he silently recited the Huangtian Dafa mantra over and over again.

Beginning with the first part and ending with the sixth part.

By the time he finished reading the sixth chapter, Xie Tong suddenly felt that the pain had lessened, and he was busy reciting the sixth chapter silently over and over again, but there was no miracle effect for the first time.

Could it be that he was feeling wrong, or that he was hallucinating?

He doesn't know!

The mental method of the sixth chapter is dry and difficult to understand, although Master Xuanfeng has explained it to him twice, but the master has only cultivated to the fifth chapter, what is the credibility of the sixth article he explained!

Xie Tong understood that the main purpose of cultivating Huangtian Dafa was to cultivate spiritual power, and if he couldn't practice this sixth chapter, every time he was injured at this level, I was afraid that mental pain would follow.

He began to analyze and answer word by word, he read the previous meaning thoroughly, and according to the record of the mental method, and integrated it into his own understanding, the true qi and spiritual power were separated, first suppressing the pain, waiting for the pain to disappear, and then repairing the injury, but when it came to the last game, Xie Tong couldn't understand it!

The last mantra is only eight words, Brahman and I are the same, nothing more than that!

Xie Tong suddenly remembered, this is exactly the same as what Mo Zeyang dictated before he started, Mo Zeyang didn't know what kind of exercises he practiced, but he had already obtained the creation of heaven and earth, and melted the essence of all things, if it wasn't for his bad temper, it was very likely to touch the extreme of martial arts and step into another reincarnation, a new starting point.

Xie Tong was suddenly startled, he seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence, Brahman and I are as one, this is obviously a Tianzhu language, could it be the meaning of combining two into one, combining internal force and spiritual cultivation into one?

He doesn't know how to do it, the internal force is tangible, the spiritual force is intangible, how the tangible and the invisible will be combined!

Thinking of this, the pain came again, and the bursting feeling of the meridians also made him extremely uncomfortable, Xie Tong was busy distracted, repairing the injury and suppressing the pain at the same time, however, Xie Tong suddenly found that the mental pain that squeezed the brain suddenly disappeared, just the feeling of the meridians, but it was not so painful.

He finally understood what it meant to be one, which was to let the true qi and spiritual power do one thing at the same time, so that the two became one, so that nothing else would be.

Xie Tong was ecstatic in his heart, and he was busy combining his true qi and spiritual power into one again, and he suddenly found that he was more skilled in the use of true qi, and he could feel the direction and position of the true qi more clearly, and truly do whatever he wanted.

Xie Tong had the heart to give it a try, he hurriedly slapped a shadowless finger, and to his surprise, he could actually feel the resistance of his true qi in the process of flying.

This feeling is like Zhu Wen's freewheeling finger, and the reason is the same.

Suddenly, his finger strength touched the block of a strong true qi, and under the fight, he disappeared into invisibility, and he was startled in his heart, and hurriedly opened his eyes!

The person who picked him up without a shadow was none other than his good brother Murong Longcheng.

Murong Longcheng saw him open his eyes and complained, "If it weren't for the quick reaction of the foolish brother, he would have been beaten again by your finger and vomited blood and injured!"

Xie Tong said, "Just now I was experimenting with a new exercise, how long have we been here!"

Murong Longcheng said, "I'm afraid it's been seven or eight hours, you see that the fire has burned to the side of Longquan, and the fire here has been extinguished!"

Murong Longcheng suddenly said, "Foolish brother, how do you feel that you have changed as a person, your eyes seem to be more focused, as if you have not been injured!"

Xie Tong hurriedly checked his injuries, and he actually healed, and the dantian was full of energy, he knew that this was a sign of the sixth chapter of the Yellow Heaven Dafa.

In his opinion, every level of Huangtian Dafa rises is an increase in spiritual cultivation, and in martial arts, it does not record mental methods and moves, but only improves the cultivation of internal force, broadens the width and tenacity of the meridians, but this is perverted enough, I don't know what the legendary eighth Dacheng will look like!

It's a pity that the Dafa that the master passed on to him only ends in the seventh chapter.

The eighth is just a legend.

Thinking that Shizun would not be able to cultivate to the sixth chapter in his life, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Shizun, according to the development of this situation, one generation is not as good as the next, and it is strange that the Yellow Heaven Sect will not destroy the sect.

He suddenly thought about whether he needed to recruit a disciple, so as not to cut off the incense from the master, he paused and thought again, it is better to find the constant temperature of the uncle!

He smiled and said to Murong Longcheng, "Junior brother has already studied the sixth layer of the Mind Method, and he has made a new breakthrough in his skills. ”

Murong Longcheng said with a smile: "Congratulations so much, Brother Xian's martial arts are improving, I'm afraid that when I see Mo Zeyang, I should have the strength to fight!"

Xie Tong smiled bitterly, "This is still far away, Mo Zeyang is a master who cries ghosts and gods in the world, and the villain doesn't dare to provoke him." Ha, the fire is out, are we going to get out of here!".

Murong Longcheng said with a smile, "It should have left a long time ago, and in a little later, the Ghost Venerable may have to lead his apprentice to catch up."

At the mention of the Ghost Venerable, Xie Tong shuddered.

The two hurried on the road and headed straight to the southwest.

After walking for two days and two nights, the two arrived at a large river.

Because it was getting late, and the two of them had no tools to cross the river, they had to look at the other side of the river and sigh.

Fortunately, Shi Jingjiao's pursuers have not been found, thinking that Shi Jingjiao was busy dealing with the follow-up problems of the Prairie Alliance, and he had no time to take care of them, and Mo Zeyang was injured in the leg, so he let them go.

At least that's what Xie Tong guessed.

Murong Longcheng caught a few big fish in the river, and the two of them made a fire and grilled fish against the north wind by the river.

Xie Tong ate the grilled fish that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and said, "Where did this river come from, it is so vast, why don't you see this river when you come!"

Murong Longcheng said with a smile, "This river is called Tianjiang, this is another route, a little farther, but King Wu should take this road, according to the time, it should not be far from here!"

Xie Tong was convinced of his words, Murong Longcheng and the others were extremely familiar with this generation, and there was nothing he didn't know.

Thinking that King Wu was nearby, Xie Tong's psychology suddenly relied on him again, but he didn't know if Hong Shan and the others would join King Wu safely.

The north wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the bonfire was whirring, and the two of them were going to rest by the river tonight, and the weather had become cooler, and the night was even colder, and it was all up to the fire to keep warm, and he was busy stabbing it with a stick, and the fire was getting bigger, and he stepped up a few dead branches, and when he had done all this, he continued to chew the fish that he had roasted in his hand.

What he couldn't believe was that a bonfire had also risen on the opposite side of the Tianjiang River, like a firefly, emitting a faint light.

Immediately, there were more and more bonfires, one after another, and from a distance, they shone like stars, although they were not as bright as the stars in the sky, but they also echoed the stars in the sky.

Xie Tong raised his head and looked at the sky, and the divine star that was obeyed by the people of the grassland was still hanging high in the sky due north, comparing the light of the other stars.

Xie Tong couldn't help but say, "Brother Murong, did you say that there is a prince on the other side!"

Murong Longcheng froze for a long time, and said, "The possibility of this situation is extremely high, looking at the number of bonfires, there are about more than two thousand, according to the calculation of two people and one bonfire, there are about five thousand people, in the northeast grassland, there are not many ethnic groups that can send such a huge army! Especially a large number of troops are concentrated in Longquan."

Xie Tong really wanted to fly to the opposite side of the Tianjiang River immediately to see if Murong Longcheng's guess was correct, but it was a pity that he didn't have that ability!

The two of them didn't know when they started to fall asleep, this night, Xie Tong, who was blown by the cold river wind, shivered, but fortunately, he had strong internal strength and his body was different from ordinary people, so he was not infected with wind and cold, and it was strange that he was not frozen to death if he was an ordinary person.

The soldiers on the opposite side began to build a pontoon bridge, and this time, Xie Tong saw it really, sure enough, it was the Tang Army, and King Wu was on the opposite side.

After the pontoon bridge was erected, Xie Tong was the first to rush to the bridge and ran to the opposite side, while Murong Longcheng followed closely behind him. (To be continued.) )