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Time goes on.

The next day, Ji Cangmang dragged an injured leg into the mine, but he worked even harder than the day before, digging as many as 546 yuan.

And that night, Ji Cangmang once again slashed himself with an axe!

Relying on the help of the Origin of the Wood, Ji Cangmang did not need medicine and could recover quickly on his own, but it was a pity that the Origin of the Wood could not suppress the addiction of the hungry grass.

Another three or four days later, in the camp on the side of the Little Race Alliance, Wasteland Chuang also ushered in an uncontrollable addiction, and this person was like Ji Cangman, stabbing himself fiercely.

Although this person does not have the origin of wood to recover, he has the predecessors of the Three-Eyed Clan, who helped him recover with mana, and his own physique is not bad, so he is not afraid of being injured.

The two are almost synchronized again.

No one knows exactly what such synchronization means.

……

time, in the two of them slashed into their own flesh with a knife and an axe.

The addiction to hungry grass was finally suppressed by the two, as long as they don't eat it anymore, they can basically completely quit the addiction to hungry grass.

But the fire of hunger brought by this grass struck again, and this fire of hunger could not be extinguished even by mana.

"Fuck, are you going to torture me to death?"

This night, after drinking half of the water in the wasteland, he roared angrily at the sky road: "Lao Tzu has already scarred himself, why are you still forcing me to a dead end?"

With a bit of a frantic roar, it sounded outside the camp, and at the same time passed into the camp.

Hearing the sound of the wasteland, many of the monks in the camp walked out of the door and stared at the wasteland. The look in his eyes was either ridicule, emotion, or sighing.

Among them, there was a tall and thin old man wearing a cold gray robe. The gaze is the most complex. This old face was slender and wrinkled, like the bark of an old tree, but when it stood there, it gave people a feeling of piercing through the clouds and cracking the sky, and there was an indescribable aura on his body, which instantly suppressed the others.

I don't know if I don't ask, Xiuwei is definitely not an ordinary character before it is abolished.

The forehead of the old man. There is also an erect third eye, and this old man is another Three-Eyed monk in the small race alliance, named Monchi. Although few people here know the origin of his identity, in the Star Sea of Time and Space, this person is a famous monk, and even after the wasteland broke into recognition of this person's identity, he was shocked and abnormal.

There is not much to mention about Monchi's past. Just said that after this old man came out, he saw the appearance of the wasteland. I couldn't help but shake my head slightly.

But what qualifications does he have to blame Wasteland Breaker? He himself gave up earlier than Wasteland Breaker. Thinking of this, Meng Qi shook his head again, this time the object of his sigh was obviously himself.

……

"Isn't it just a corpse?

Wasteland Chuang said again. After this sound, he dragged a wet suit and walked towards the shore, gritting his teeth and staring at the cold light. No matter how you look at it, it smells like you're angry, as if you're angry with God.

Many monks looked at the corners of their mouths.

In the hands of the wasteland, there is naturally no corpse, and after going ashore, he came directly to the camp, aiming directly in the direction of Meng Qi, most of these powerful old guys have some hidden in their hands.

And the monks, both inside and outside the camp, smiled excitedly when they saw the appearance of the wasteland.

The last outlier, finally succumbing!

The submission of the wasteland brought them an indescribable pleasure, as if they had eliminated a demon in their hearts, and no one was an exception from now on, and there was no need to have any strange feelings in their hearts.

"Brother Wasteland, that's right!"

Along the way, some monks applauded loudly and laughed strangely.

"Those who know the times are Junjie, and this move of the Daoist friends of the wasteland is really the return of the way of heaven. ”

And another monk said.

At this moment, the face of the wasteland was unusually gloomy, and suddenly a strange feeling was born, as if there were countless demons, dancing, cheering, and jumping on both sides of their path.

And the road ahead seems to lead to endless darkness.

Hallucinations arise abruptly.

Wasteland Chuang suddenly felt that it was pitch black in front of him, and in his field of vision, there was no one else in sight, only a blurry figure of existence, beating in the dark, but strangely did not make a sound.

This feeling makes the wasteland creepy.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of his heartbeat, but at this moment, gradually grew louder and came back, beating his heart.

"No, I can't do that!"

The footsteps of the wasteland were abrupt, his eyes were dull, and his narrow and indifferent face tightened.

Airplanes!

His mind returned to reality again, and the ridicule and even ridicule of the cultivators rushed into his ears.

After standing in a daze for a moment, the depths of his eyes turned with determination again, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the river again.

Seeing this scene, the voices of the cultivators stopped abruptly, and their eyes fell on the body of the wasteland in unison!

After a while, the cultivators opened their eyes even more, and clearly felt that on the body of the wasteland, a Dao heart breath was rising, and it was rising wildly, like an invisible flame, burning on the body of the wasteland, and it was getting stronger and stronger!

Wasteland Chuang himself was also aware of it, his eyes were shocked, and he was about to put down his steps to experience, but his eyes flashed, he didn't stop, and continued to walk forward.

"Is that the breath of the Rock Artistic Conception?"

One of the monks was surprised, and his voice was full of incredulity.

"This kid has become a mortal, and he can still comprehend the Dao Heart?"

In the second person's voice, he was even more speechless.

"No, it's not a completely mortal body, in our minds, the primordial gods and spirits are still there. ”

The third person said.

……

After the three of them, no one said anything, and in the camp, Meng Qi had already folded his hands, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile of satisfaction. Watching the juniors of his clan break through in the most difficult adversity is really a rare good news for this elder.

The breath of the rock is still rising, until it reaches the level of the heart of the artistic conception, and finally stops.

Wasteland Break. The Heart of the Rock is complete!

The comprehension of the heart of artistic conception, of course, is impossible to make those monks who are away from the dust and the starry sky period feel jealous, but this at least shows that the Heavenly Dao is still favoring the wasteland, and the favor of this Heavenly Dao is said to be mysterious and empty, but at a critical moment in the future, it may play a huge role.

At this moment. Almost all the monks began to regret that they were not strong-minded and gave up early.

Boom!

The wasteland jumped into the river, splashing the sky.

"Hahaha--"

After taking a few sips, he burst out laughing as if no one was around, and roared to the sky as if talking to himself, "God is still caring for me, and he really hasn't abandoned me." My heart is as solid as a rock. I can hold on longer, I'm going to-------

Bang!

The sound exploded like rolling thunder in the wilderness.

The light of the stars and moon in the sky fell, illuminating the tall figure of the wasteland very clearly, and the body that had obviously been thinned down. On the contrary, it is full of steel-cast iron-like feeling.

As for the burning feeling of hunger, it gradually faded a little.

……

The other place, outside the Terran camp.

Ji Cangmang is still persevering, and his hunger grass addiction has occurred earlier than Wasteland Chuang. But it didn't end sooner, because he ate more and had a greater addiction.

On this day, Ji Cangmang finally suppressed his drug addiction, and the violent feeling of hunger also burned.

A big gulp of water entered Ji Cang's abdomen, just like the wasteland, it also had little effect, and it didn't relieve hunger.

However, Ji Cangmang did not go ashore to find human flesh to eat like the wasteland, and still insisted, in the early morning of this day, just before going to the mine, the breath of the rock artistic conception finally surged and burned.

The surprise of the cultivators naturally doesn't need to be mentioned.

Like the wasteland, when it reaches the level of the heart of the rock, the aura of the Dao heart stops.

"This kid ......"

At this moment, how many monks are surprised, how many monks are annoyed.

……

Time goes on.

The suppressive effect of the Heart of the Rock on hunger gradually dissipated.

Ji Cangmang and Wasteland, since they have chosen this path and have been favored by the Heavenly Dao, it is naturally impossible to give up anymore, and they are still fighting against the hunger that cannot be quenched by mana.

On this day, the wasteland fell into the water, holding his stomach, and there was a crampy pain in his stomach, and he already felt that the shadow of death was coming, and if he did not eat a little, he would really starve to death.

But the rock he was looking forward to seeing alone never came.

Consciousness gradually becomes unconscious.

It was already late at night, and after absorbing the aura in the spirit stone, the monk had already fallen asleep, and no one paid attention to him anymore.

The wasteland is about to fall.

At this moment, the abnormality is lifelong.

In a half-dazed and half-awake way, the wasteland saw two golden fish, one large and one small, swimming in the river upstream.

……

The sound of the water is murmuring, and Ding Dong has a voice!

One big and one small, two golden fish, swimming from the upstream, like mother and child, frolicking, big and round eyes, even revealing the joy of human beings, carefree, looking at the moonlight, particularly moving.

The small fish chased the big fish, the big fish seemed to be playing with their children, dodging and dodging, and turned back from time to time, glanced at him, and made the small fish chase more happily, the two fish, intoxicated in their own world, seemed to have no notice at all, not far away in the water, there was still a person standing.

"Fish...... There are fish ...... There really are fish ......."

At this moment, the consciousness of the wasteland is already a little blurred, and the upper and lower eyelids are almost glued together.

But the color of these two fish, so bright, like gold, stimulated his eyes and made his mind sober again.

Looking at the two fish that were approaching, the eyes of the wasteland showed a look of ecstasy.

The existence of fish in this river has long been spread among the new monks, and many monks have searched for it, but none of them have found it, and most of the monks who came early are only rumors. No one believed it anymore.

"God is still looking after me!"

Wasteland's eyes lit up, and he said with joy in his heart, and in fact, his mouth was open, but he didn't make any sound.

He took it for granted that it was the Heavenly Dao that favored him, and when he persevered to the end, he was about to starve to death. Two fish were delivered.

These two fish, the big one is two chopsticks long, and the small one is four or five inches long, like carp and crucian carp, fat and strong, enough for him to have a full meal.

At this moment, Wasteland has forgotten why it is not the only thing that is the rock.

Wow!

The sound of water sounded.

The wasteland broke into the water with both arms, squeezed out the last few traces of mana in his body, and released two wireless ropes. Roll towards two fish.

The surface of the water was only up, and the strong wind suddenly rose, and the two fish finally noticed that something was wrong at this moment, and their eyes showed a look of horror, and they hurriedly swam upstream, looking in a hurry.

But in order to protect the small fish, the big fish actually swam behind it and kept using its body. Back and forth, trying to block the attack of the small fish. The scene is moving.

Unfortunately, it was two fish after all.

Swish!

The big fish swimming behind was the first to be taken out of the water, flying upside down, and fell into the left palm of the wasteland. The little fish seemed to sense that the breath of the big fish was far away, and looked back, his eyes full of fear and sadness, as if he had lost his mother and was helpless children.

Swish!

Second sound. The small fish was also taken out of the water, and it also flew upside down into the hands of the wasteland without any suspense.

The wasteland stood in the water, holding the two fish one by one, and there were only two pieces of flesh left in his eyes, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the two fish looking at each other were revealing a look of life and death, especially in the eyes of the small fish looking at the big fish, as if begging him to save himself.

But where did the big fish have the ability to save him, so he had to look at the wasteland, and his eyes were also full of pleading. If you can make a human voice, it must be heartbreaking at this moment.

At this moment, the wasteland was completely lost in his heart, and he didn't care about the eyes of the two fish at all, opened his mouth, and directly bit the small fish raw.

Twist!

Struggle!

Golden Mang!

Astonished!

Wasteland Chuang will never know what a big chance this decision means to him, and he is moving away.

……

"Whew-"

On the top of the only high mountain that the wasteland could not reach and did not know, an old man, thousands of feet away, took in the appearance of the wasteland at this moment, and sighed slightly.

After this sigh, the old man withdrew his gaze, no longer looked at the wasteland, and said to himself: "Another junior who has fallen short...... Am I asking too much?"

This old voice, unusually empty, like a sound coming from a cave, came from a distant time, full of vicissitudes.

And with exhaustion, helplessness, and disappointment.

At the top of the mountain, there was an irregular meadow, and the old man sat in the void four or five feet above the ground, and more than a dozen black iron chains stretched out from the earth below, pierced into his body, and then drilled out from behind, locking him deadly.

Chest, dantian, broken bones, thighs...... It looks hideous and terrifying.

These black iron chains, black and flashing, only the thickness of an adult's finger, exude an extremely powerful aura, as if they were some kind of secret treasure.

As for the old man, he was an unusually thin male old man, wearing a tattered blue robe, as if he had destroyed a lot in a certain battle.

Under the tattered robe, the exposed flesh and blood body was so thin that it was creepy, and the arms were as thin as a baby's arm, and the ribs were craggy.

Despite this, the old body, there is no trace of stiffness, the spine is straight to the extreme, like a standing on the top of the mountain, even if it dies, but it will never bend the withered bamboo, mixed up and down, but exudes an indescribable awe-inspiring atmosphere, this breath, awe-inspiring.

As for the old man's appearance, he is abnormal, although there is also no flesh on his cheeks, but he surprisingly gives people a fairy wind and bones, rather than a ghostly feeling.

This old complexion is rare blue, the cheekbones are protruding, two snow-white long eyebrows hang down from the corners of the eyes, a long hair, also snow-white, the bridge of the nose is thin and pointed, and the gaze in the two eyes is unusually bright and upright, giving people the feeling that demons dare not look directly.

After retracting his gaze, the old man fell into a deep groan.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the old man's eyes flashed.

The spatial waves set off beside him, and before the waves fell, a figure, already ghostly, appeared in the void beside him out of thin air.

This man was also an old man, but his body was unusually majestic, like a mountain, with short turquoise hair, swaying like vines, and a cold and domineering cold light shot out of his wide eyes.

This person turned out to be the Lord of the Gods.

After the arrival of the Divine Lord, he did not immediately talk to the old man, but his eyes were like electricity, and he glanced at the four camps under the mountain for a few moments, and after a few breaths, he snorted coldly: "One by one, the face is full of red light, it must have eaten his own people, such a guy, is this the race you pinned your hopes on?"

"They don't mean everything. ”

The old man said lightly.

The Divine Lord of the Common Beings snorted coldly again: "Then you tell me, how much is needed to represent all, I will go and arrest them in and show you, relying on benevolence and righteousness, we will never be able to win this world, and our Linggen clan will never be able to truly stand in the forest of all races." ”

At the end of the voice, there was a bit of a roar. The Lord of the Gods, as if his heart fluctuated a lot, but his eyes were unusually firm.

The old man frowned, a look of compassion appeared in his eyes, and did not answer.

There was silence.

……

"Brother Lonely, I need your help. ”

After a long time, the Cangsheng Divine Lord spoke again, his voice was strangely gentle, his eyes seemed to be a little gentle, he turned his head, stared at the old man and said: " Among the other major races in the Jupiter Domain, although there are not many Star Lords, there are always at least two or three, and among the Spirit Roots, except for me, and the Yang Liu Dao person who has fallen, I have not heard of any of them who have advanced to the Star Lord Realm, but I am sure that our ten supreme spirit roots all have the potential to advance to the Star Lord, Brother Lonely, as long as you swear to help me, I will immediately return your freedom, and do everything I can to help you impact the Star Lord Realm in the shortest possible time. ”

The Divine Lord's eyes were burning like fire, and after speaking, he said, "Let's work together to create an eternal country of freedom and peace for the spiritual roots in this heaven and earth, isn't that also your ideal?"

I have to say that the words of the Lord of the Gods are extremely inciting, and they are very sincere, and they can't hear the slightest hypocrisy.

It's a pity that the old man was unmoved, maybe he had heard it many times, and he didn't even flash his eyes, so he said lightly: "If you don't have a position that transcends race, you can't expect to get my followers!"

As soon as these words came out, a fierce aura suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Divine Lord.

The old man didn't care at all, he looked directly into the other party's gaze and said: "I admire your ambition very much, but the path of the two of us is different, no matter what step I get, I will not agree with your way, your way of overlordship will only bring killing and destruction to the Linggen clan and other races, not freedom and peace." ”

The old man's eyes became clearer and brighter, and he was upright.

The Divine Lord of the Common Life looked at him with four eyes, and an indescribably complex look appeared in his eyes, and the undisguised killing intent surged like a tide.

After a long time, the killing intent gradually subsided, and the Cangsheng God Lord said in a deep voice: "I will prove to you that my overlord path is the most suitable path for the survival and rise of the Linggen clan, as for the life and death of other races, I don't care at all." ”

This man is obviously a strong man with a strong heart and is true to himself.

The old man was silent.

"My patience is getting less and less, if you are still stubborn, then don't blame me for refining you into one of my out-of-body incarnations one day!"

After the Divine Lord said again, his figure flashed again, disappeared out of thin air, and disappeared nowhere.

……

"Whew-"

After being silent for more than a dozen breaths, the old man sighed again, his eyes full of helplessness and deep disappointment.

Suddenly, it seems that something comes to mind. The old man looked in the other direction at the foot of the mountain, and said to himself, "What will you do?"

That direction is the direction of the Terran camp. (To be continued......)