"Waterfall burial!"

At the foot of the valley, a black-haired and handsome gray-clothed young man was performing his soul skills on the waterfall flowing down in front of him, and a cold shout suddenly sounded from the mountains and forests.

The sensitive body is active and beating, the soul power is attached to the soles of the feet, and a large amount of boiling water is steaming and flowing in an instant, and the water droplets and cannonballs that flow from the waterfall rumble to the tree stump next to the waterfall where the funeral night jumps.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

I only heard a few loud noises of strong wind, sawdust splashed out wantonly, and if I looked closely, I saw a powerful hole.

Funeral Night triumphantly leaped to another branch, his figure abruptly crossing the branches next to the waterfall, leaving wet strides everywhere he went.

"Oops, it hurts, it hurts!"

However, just as Funeral Night was performing soul skills in the woods while jumping on the rampage, he heard a pop and fell from the tree.

"Running too strong, acting proudly, you little guy hasn't been jumping around for days. Seeing this scene, the elder on the side shook his head helplessly and said.

Fu Ye got up and rubbed his buttocks, patted the dust on his buttocks and said, "After two days of recovery and the teacher's recuperation of my body, my current state has recovered a lot. ”

After these two days of recuperation, the elder let the funeral night collect herbs for quenching and consolidation, accelerate the recovery of the body, the funeral night also increased his appetite in these two days, grilled fish and rabbit meat to drink the mountain spring, plus the spirit of relief after the battle, the whole person was a lot happy.

"There should be two more days for you to fully recover, and in these two days, you should still cultivate well, and don't be able to perform an overloaded soul technique without fully recovering. The old man said earnestly.

After a period of continuous cultivation, at this time and even at noon, the cloudy sky seemed to make people seem to stand still, the funeral night was covered with sweat at the moment, and the heat made him take off his shirt, he sat half-bent over a bluestone and nibbled on wild fruits, and next to him there was a green bowl and cup made by him with a spiritual root containing clear spring water.

His whole body was slightly sore at the moment of the funeral night, and after a morning of training, his whole body was like a balloon that had been emptied, and the dark red meridians on the ghost's hand were beating from time to time, as if it was a slightly long-lasting spasm during his training.

Zun Lao has also fallen asleep, an average of about 4 hours a day of waking up time so that the funeral night is basically used to finding out his state, but the funeral night does not know when the old man wakes up and when he sleeps for these 4 hours, sometimes the funeral night thinks that this old man is very bad, obviously awake is to call his name The master shouted that the sky was broken and he pretended to sleep.

Licking the corners of his mouth, the juicy aftertaste of the sweet wild fruit made the funeral night feel sweet, picked up the green bowl next to him and dried the cup of clear spring, and the funeral night stood up comfortably again.

His slightly rapid breathing calmed down, looked at the waterfall in front of him, and looked around at the valley, and grunted with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that there have been a lot of things that have happened recently, the world of soul people is more exciting than civilians, I never thought about it before." ”

His left arm was raised slightly, and he raised his ghost hand again, stretching his five fingers with a tile fist, and muttered in his heart: "Although I hated you very much before, it is true that you saved my life, even if I don't know if you are the ultimate goal of taking my body as the teacher said, but I still have to thank you." ”

Saying that, the soul power on the ghost hand showed that the blue and white soul light was wrapped around the ghost hand, and the energy was suddenly gathered here, and the temperature on the ghost hand rose rapidly.

"Crunch!" With a loud bang, the tree trough at the edge of the valley for more than 100 miles was blasted through, and the entire tree waist was cut off and fell diagonally, with a creaking and shaking sound, and finally fell completely after a few seconds.

"Humph!"

Funeral Night couldn't help but look happy when he looked at his current strength achievements, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and the breath of his nose humming showed the joy in his heart. He could feel that since the end of the last battle, both the accuracy of his soul power and the quality of his body had gone up a new level. The attack effect produced by the attachment of the ordinary soul skill just now has exceeded the expectations of the Burial Night, and the powerful impact generated by the strange power of the ghost hand combined with his precise eagle eye aiming and the soul power that he slowly purified by the quenching body of the Spirit Realm, the soul skill of the Burial Night at this moment is enough to match the strength of the middle and even late stages of the Transformation Spirit Realm.

Funeral Night thought of his overall cultivation with Zeng Yan and the group of Fengyunzhai guys, he was still too weak, although they were already old in age, but there was no absolute relationship between age and soul power cultivation in the Soul Continent, in this world, only recognize your strength, no one would care too much about age, the sinister Burial Night understood that the improvement of his ability was the weight of his foothold in this continent.

However, the cultivation of soul power, the slower the speed of upgrading in the back, he stepped into the spiritual realm from the psychic realm some time ago, and tasted the sweetness with the help of the elder, but the elder warned him not to be opportunistic, although there were still slight signs of anxiety on the funeral night, but he also had a sense of proportion, and he must be down-to-earth in this matter, he had already figured it out after two days of gentle thinking and communication with the elder, thinking that he had stepped into the psychic realm for two years and had not advanced for two years, thinking about it now, this speed is already very satisfied.

After a short thought, Burial Night took out the dagger on his waist and walked up to the broken tree groove, and began to scrape off the bark with the dagger and polish it into a stump, he wanted to make a simple wooden house, the first two days of running made him hate to live in a cave or stay in a tree for the night, this valley has been investigated and explored, with his experience as a hunter, Burial Night wants to come to this good place, so he plans to camp here temporarily.

Funeral Night began his work quickly with a dagger in hand, he had to finish the work before dark and prepare the food and campfire for the evening, he lowered his body, squinted his eyes slightly, and operated carefully, the valley hung from time to time, the cool afternoon breeze blew his delicate black hair with water vapor, and the wind mixed with water molecules fluttered on his cheeks.

In the morning of the penance in contrast, the afternoon work time can be said to be more relaxed, from the cultivation of the soul to the normal labor intensity of the civilian, in the depths of the body of the funeral night, this change is also the relaxation of his body and mind, the funeral night at the moment the muscles and internal organs have been in a good state of calm, through the taking of elixir and quenching the soul offering is also at this moment in the funeral night cells operation.

"That's it!" His forehead was sweating slightly, and he suddenly shouted on the night of the funeral, it turned out that his simple cabin had been completed.

On the night of the funeral, he rotated the dagger through the handshake of the dagger, and retracted the dagger to his waist like a cool expression, showing a hearty expression, picked up the green bowl next to the bluestone, shook a cup of clear spring, and looked at the fruits of his hours of labor while sipping it.

"Look at the sky, it should be dark in less than two hours, go and see my rabbit cage first, and then go to the river on the other side to touch some shrimp and come back, tonight will have a good meal." ”

Thinking to himself, he put down the bowl and cup in his hand on the funeral night and walked leisurely out of the valley.