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"That's enough, that's it!"

The majestic man's voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of mana, like a sudden explosion of thunder.

Along with the sound, there was a triangular dart-like green mang, which hit the finger shot by the white-haired old man with extreme accuracy.

Bang!

The two spells met above the water, and the white-haired old man's finger was directly smashed into pieces.

Concurrent air waves!

The white-haired old man fell into the water, and Ji Cangman was photographed ashore.

Under the starry sky, the figure flashed, Lu Fei landed beside Ji Cangmang, glanced at him a few times, flew a few fingertips, and entered a mana to help Ji Cangmang simply stop the bleeding.

"You're not lightly hurt, that's all I can do. ”

Lu Fei said expressionlessly.

"Thank you...... Brother Dao!"

Ji Cangman narrowly escaped life, and after another catastrophe, he struggled to say thank you, and as soon as the words came out, blood poured down from the corners of his mouth.

Lu Fei saw his hard look, a little unbearable color appeared in his eyes, and he groaned slightly: "You have three days to rest, and after three days, you still have to go mining, if you die here in these three days, you can't complain about anyone, after all, you choose not to eat." ”

Hearing this, Ji Cang thanked him again, and his condensed pupils did not let go. With the protection of the origin of wood, he naturally does not worry about injury, but is afraid that he will starve to death.

After Lu Fei finished speaking, he didn't look at Ji Cangmang anymore, turned his head to look at the white-haired old man who was a little apprehensive, and said coldly: "From the moment I came here. Your life is no longer your own, if there is a next time, don't blame me for killing you immediately!"

The white-haired old man had a gloomy face and no words.

"The same goes for you!"

Lu Fei said to the newcomer monk who was watching the play, his eyes glazed. Majesty on display.

The crowd was silent.

Lu Fei didn't clearly say that he was not allowed to kill Ji Cangmang again, or he was not allowed to destroy Ji Cangmang's belief again, but unintentionally, he did Ji Cangmang a favor.

A storm has come to an end.

Lu Fei walked back to the camp, and the white-haired old man fished out the flesh and bones he had just thrown away in the river, glared at Ji Cang viciously a few times, and returned to the side of the bonfire.

By the campfire. Soon the conversation and laughter resumed.

......

On the grass by the river, the starlight fell from the sky, shining on Ji Cang's wet body lying horizontally, on his pale face like a dead man, and on his dim pupils, which was indescribably distressing.

Fortunately, after the fight just now, I don't know if it was the cause of the injury and pain, or the reason for the crazy venting. The feeling of hunger has suddenly disappeared a lot. Unexpectedly, Ji Cang's stomach no longer had such a strong feeling of burning fire.

Ji Cangman took a few breaths, slowly closed his eyes, and let the origin of the wood in the dantian help him repair his physical body.

The night deepened, and the stars and moon faded. The thick darkness enveloped Ji Cangman, and no one paid attention to him anymore, as if he had been forgotten by the world.

......

And at this moment, in the other direction of the mountain. There was also a monk, just like Ji Cangmang had just done, standing in the water, gritting his teeth and enduring hunger.

The moonlight and stars fell from the sky and shone on this man.

This man was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with slightly slender cheeks, two mustaches, long messy curly hair, scattered behind his head, slender eyebrows and eyes, and a cold complexion, looking like a lone wolf.

In the middle of his forehead, there was an erect eye, which clearly indicated the race of this person, a monk of the Three-Eyed Clan, and in this third eye, an extremely sharp gaze was shot.

This person's name is Wasteland Break.

The same riverside, the same outside the camp, was a group of newcomers with complicated expressions, looking in the direction of the wasteland, but no one came up to make trouble.

The reason is very simple, in this coalition composed of several small race monks, one of the people in power is also from the Three-Eyed Clan, and this person takes some care of the same clan as the wasteland, so the cultivators don't dare to trouble him easily.

Roar -

The beastly roar came from the mouth of the wasteland, and the feeling of extreme hunger pushed the wasteland to the limit.

"No more...... A little food is a must. ”

Wasteland Chuang said in his heart, his determined gaze finally showed signs of distraction, and many monks who were still paying attention to him lit up in their eyes, showing a narrow smile, they all came from this step, and they really knew too well what such a gaze meant.

Sure enough, after struggling for a little more than half a cup of tea, the wasteland finally moved, and walked slowly towards the shore.

"Brother Wasteland, can't you finally stand it anymore? It's a pity that today's things have been eaten by us. ”

A monk said with a strange smile.

The words fell, and there was a laugh with mockery.

Wasteland Break glanced at the monk who spoke, his eyes were gloomy, and without a word to fight back, he walked up to the shore with a whooshing drop of water.

Boom!

After making it on the ground, the wasteland grabbed a dozen weeds and stuffed them into his mouth.

This weed, like the Terran side, is only palm-long, as thin as a leek leaf, like a bamboo, and has bamboo knots.

"Are you crazy? That's hungry grass!"

Seeing that the wasteland had eaten the grass on the ground, a monk exclaimed.

On the Terran side, although no one is willing to say it, some of the mixed forces of these small races have already told the new monks about the effect of this grass.

This kind of wild grass called hunger grass has no toxicity and can enter the stomach, and even after entering the stomach, it has a good hunger filling effect.

But this grass has other characteristics, that is addictive, the more you eat, the greater the demand for this thing, the more you want to eat, but this grass in addition to the first few days of eating, there will be some hunger effect, eat more, not only does not have the effect of hunger, but makes people more and more scarce, and the feeling of hunger. It becomes more and more intense, and it can be said that it is a weed with an extremely strange effect, even if you are re-cultivating as a monk, you can't be an exception. In the future, if you don't eat it, you will go crazy.

It's not just the weeds, it's the trees on the other side. It has a similar effect.

The monks who came first, after knowing the characteristics of this grass, would rather eat human flesh than dare to touch this grass.

Seeing that the wasteland actually ate this kind of hungry grass, everyone suddenly changed color.

"Before becoming addicted, I will accumulate enough mana to support the consumption of physical strength, and this level of addiction will not wipe me out!"

Wasteland Chuang finally spoke.

The man's voice was hoarse. His gaze was firm again.

......

Crunch!

The wasteland chewed heavily, and after the hunger grass entered the stomach, the feeling of fullness gradually came, and the feeling of weakness and lack disappeared, and the indescribable comfort, the indescribable comfort, the indescribable comfort of the wasteland.

The cultivators looked at him, and their surprise gradually receded. Leave only the unfathomable, but to see. After a few days, can the wasteland break into control itself?

The night is darker.

A cadre of monks, each of them went to sleep.

And after the hunger of the wasteland was gone, he closed his eyes and pondered.

The Three-Eyed Clan from the Star Sea of Time and Space is rumored to be a descendant of the Formation Ancestor, and was born with the way of the Formation Law Prohibition. has an extraordinary understanding, so this person, like Ji Cangmang, is determined to find a way to unlock the soul of the original god.

The season is vast, and the wasteland is broken.

Who will succeed or will they all fail?

......

Another night passed.

Early the next morning. It was not yet dawn, and Ji Cangman had already woken up from hunger to the point of convulsive pain. When I woke up, I found that the injuries on my body had healed a lot, at least I could stand up and move slowly, and after walking to the river and drinking half of the water in my stomach, I finally got better.

After the sky was bright, everyone went to the mine again, and Ji Cangmang ushered in a rare period of rest, but he was not idle, but thought about the prohibition on his body again.

However, even so, Ji Cangman still felt a strong feeling of hunger at every minute, tormenting every nerve in him.

Time seems to pass more and more slowly, and the feeling of hunger is getting stronger and stronger.

Water......

But just drinking water is obviously not full, and in Ji Cang's stomach, the fire is burning.

On this day, at noon, Ji Cangman finally reached his limit and ate the hungry herb.

Of course, he didn't know that it was hungry grass, and he didn't know that it had an addictive and crazy effect, but as long as he couldn't kill anyone, he was brave enough to eat it.

This time, it's in sync with Wasteland Break again.

......

Time flashed, and two days passed.

In the evening of the third day, the monks returned from the mine.

From a distance, I saw Ji Cangmang sitting cross-legged by the river, looking meditative, everyone didn't pay much attention to it at first, but gradually showed a look of surprise.

"This kid's body recovers quickly, it's okay, maybe he has eaten some natural treasures before, but why has he looked red and full of energy in the past two days? ”

Someone asked.

"Needless to say, I must have eaten hungry grass, hahahaha-"

There was a monk who came early, and he said with a strange smile, and he hit it with a word.

"Hungry grass, could it be the weeds on the ground?"

The monk's heart sank when he heard it, and just hearing the name gave him a feeling that it wasn't a good thing, and the new monk immediately sounded one after another.

Soon, the matter of the Hunger Grass finally spread.

After everyone understood, they were secretly glad that they hadn't eaten, and when they looked at Ji Cangmu again, there were already a little more sighs, sighs and sympathy in their eyes.

"I don't know what to do, look at what you do now!"

The white-haired old man who was beaten into a pig's head by Ji Cangman a few days ago also scolded at this moment, but between the words, there was no such strong sense of jealousy.

At the front of the team, Bei Ying Jin Yi glanced at Ji Cangmang with an unusually complicated expression, but still did not speak.

And Ji Cangmang at this moment, although he was in meditation, a team of nearly a thousand people came back, and the noisy voice was of course heard clearly.

After hearing about the characteristics of the hungry intestine grass, Ji Cangman suddenly opened his eyes, and finally changed color.

......

In the past two days or so, only he knows how much hunger grass he has eaten, and after perceiving that hunger grass can not only fill his stomach, but also have no toxicity. Ji Cangman naturally didn't care about anything else, but he didn't expect that there were more poisonous characteristics in the grass.

At this moment, being said by all cultivators, this addictive property seems to have been ignited in an instant. It made Ji Cangman feel like he still wanted to eat and wanted to eat more.

And when this feeling came up, the feeling of fullness gradually disappeared, and turned into even more crazy hunger, and the fire of hunger burned again.

Looking at the verdant hungry grass under his feet, Ji Cangman actually had a feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off, and his hand couldn't help but grab there.

Five inches!

Three inches!

One inch!

A cadre of monks, will Ji Cang's expressions and movements. Seeing it in his eyes, they all stopped in unison, and a creepy feeling arose in his heart, and Ji Cang felt like he couldn't help himself, as if he was possessed by the devil.

"Not good!"

Ji Cang's pupils shrank sharply, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.

Swish!

After only a moment, the look of panic became the most resolute look, and Ji Cangman stood up. After three or two steps into the river, the water will be clear. Stirred into muddy water, then gulped down the water, and after drinking half of it, began to retch, apparently to spit out the hungry grass that had been eaten.

"Haha-"

The cultivators looked at Ji Cang's embarrassed appearance. I didn't understand what he was doing, and there was another burst of laughter.

Ji Cangman ignored everyone, and kept vomiting tea before he stopped his mouth, as if he had already swallowed the hunger grass in his stomach. The vomit was clean, and a handsome face had turned pale again.

As a result, the stomach is empty.

But when Ji Cangman turned his head and looked at the hungry grass, the strong desire not only did not go out, but burned more violently.

Ji Cang's eyes trembled, and the bad feeling became more and more intense.

If you don't eat, you'll starve, and you won't have the strength to dig up more than five hundred spirit stones, and you'll never be able to rebuild.

If you can't rebuild, you won't have mana.

Without mana, even if Ji Cangmang came up with a means to use mana to break the seal and forbidden soul, he would not be able to do it.

And eating, it means addiction, it means getting hungrier and hungrier, it means that you can no longer do without hunger grass, if you don't eat, sooner or later you will go crazy.

......

It was getting dark quickly, and it was getting dark again.

This night, Ji Cangmang tossed and turned, and with his will, he struggled to suppress the ** that could pick the hungry grass as long as he stretched out his hand.

The next day, Ji Cangmang followed everyone to the mine again.

On this day, Ji Cangman worked harder than ever, except for a few sips of water occasionally, he never stopped, the clothes on his body were wet and dry, and the wounds on his body that had healed exploded again, dripping with blood and hurting to the core.

The ending was not bad, on this day, Ji Cangmang dug up five hundred and twenty-eight wood spirit stones. Five hundred pieces were handed over, and twenty-eight pieces were left to be their own.

After returning to the camp, Ji Cangmang immediately cultivated, and there was no need to find any remote places, the wood aura contained in the twenty-eight lower-grade spirit stones was absorbed by Ji Cangmang almost instantly.

Although it is extremely weak, it has already embarked on the road of reconstruction.

The wood aura contained in these twenty-eight lower-grade spirit stones not only provided an energy for Ji Cangman, who was hungry again, but also a guarantee for understanding mining.

At this point, Ji Cangmang seemed to be able to breathe a sigh of relief, but in fact, he couldn't do it.

Because the addiction from the hungry grass has risen again, and it is even stronger than before, and there is no other way to suppress it with will.

When Ji Cangmang was struggling to suppress it, on the side of the small race alliance, Wasteland Chuang was also suppressing, but because he knew the characteristics of the hungry intestine grass from the beginning, this person ate much less than Ji Cangmang, and it was relatively easy to suppress.

......

Time passed again and again.

Every day when I came back, with a few breaths of effort, after absorbing the limited wood spirit stones, I admired the appearance of Ji Cangmang's gritted teeth to fight the addictive power of the hungry grass, and became one of the favorite things of a monk.

"Everyone, do you have anything to bet with me, I bet that this kid can pass the test today, with ten spirit stones as a bet!"

The arrogant voice came, and the monk who spoke was still the white-haired old man before, this person's name was Chu Liancheng, and after proposing this gamble on the first day, it attracted the interest of many monks and made a lot of money.

In the days that followed, the man made a fortune as well.

What's interesting is that Chu Liancheng, who was supposed to hate Ji Cangmang to death, actually bets that Ji Cangmang can pass the test every time. Perhaps only a monk who fought with Ji Cangmang could deeply appreciate the firmness in his heart.

After losing for several days in a row, and seeing Ji Cangmang's seemingly bottomless will, the cultivators finally gave up one after another, and no one gambled with Chu Liancheng.

After Chu Liancheng's voice fell, he waited for a while, and when he saw that no one answered, he muttered, "A group of guys who don't have the guts." ”

"Brother Chu, if you are brave enough, bet that this kid will always pass the test, but it can be asserted that in the end, you must plant a big heel. ”

An old man's voice with a strange yin and yang finally sounded.

When Chu Liancheng heard this, the essence in his eyes flashed, he looked at the source of the voice, and said with a smile: "Why did Brother Gong say this?"

Where he looked, he was a handsome young man lying on his back on the ground with his hands on his pillows, with an evil smile.

The eyes of the young man surnamed Gong always fell on Ji Cangmang's body, and when he heard Chu Liancheng's words, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Chu, take a closer look at that guy!"

Chu Liancheng was stunned and immediately opened his eyes.

I saw that there was an extra blood hole on Ji Cang's thigh, and blood splattered out, and in his hand, he was holding the axe he used for mining, and the blood stains on the axe were still there.

That blood hole was clearly dug by Ji Cangmang himself.

At this moment, Ji Cangman's forehead was sweating like rain, his face was bruised and tendons were bursting, and the two rows of teeth in his mouth seemed to be about to be crushed, and his thin body trembled violently.

"This guy ...... Are you finally reaching your limit?"

Most of the monks, including Chu Liancheng, sighed in their hearts when they saw it.

If it weren't for the limit, why would Ji Cangmu use self-harm and pain to distract his addiction to hunger grass that was getting stronger and stronger.

“...... This kid is really amazing!"

Chu Liancheng's eyes trembled, and after more than a dozen breaths, he couldn't help but praise it.

The cultivators nodded silently.

You can be jealous of a person who is better than you, you can be jealous of a person's appearance that is more beautiful than you, but how can you envy a person who is more tolerant than you, more determined than you, and more ruthless than yourself? (To be continued......)