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The child who was curled up in the muddy water was fine, but the reason why he fainted was due to exhaustion and fright. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info if you use your aura, you should be able to wake up.

He was about to reach out and grab the child's wrist, but after a little hesitation, he raised his middle finger and index finger together and gently touched it between the child's eyebrows.

Shenzhou Immortal Gate, Wanling Mountain, there is a method, the art of soul extraction and soul refining. The root of soul refining starts with the sea of knowledge. And there are clouds in the "Immortal Dao Collection", knowing the sea, which is where the Shangyuan mud pill is located, and the hidden soul is also gathering the gods. As long as you control the sea of knowledge, you can manipulate your opponent at will. And the so-called knowledge of the sea, both humans and beasts have it. In other words, cultivating to a high level can not only control the beast spirit, but also turn a monk into a walking corpse. It's just that Wanling Mountain has rules, and it is not easy to deal with people in the same way. And this method has a small magical power, which can be used to learn the secrets of the other party and the memory of a lifetime when looking at the sea of knowledge. Of course, you can also use your own divine consciousness to forcibly invade and secretly move your hands and feet.

Wu Ji once studied the exercises of Wanling Mountain, although he was slightly familiar, but for the small methods, he was familiar with the chest and had used them. He wanted to check this child's knowledge at this time, and he only had two intentions. One is to find out the local dialect, and the other is to learn the origin of the other party's strange behavior.

The child's sea of knowledge has not been opened, but it is still hidden in the depths of the eyebrows. The divine consciousness invaded it, and a period of precipitation flew up like catkins......

There was water, there was fire, there was a cheering crowd, and a baby croaked to the ground. Then there is a broad, soft heart and sweet milk. The abundant milk is like a clear spring, full of vitality, and like the rainy season in the jungle, warm, dreamy, and nostalgic.

Gradually, the child broke free from his swaddling clothes and crawled on the ground, and when he stood up with a shuttle dart, he was faced with an altar. His mother fell ill and died, and was chopped by his father with an axe. Countless birds fell from the sky and devoured his mother's flesh. His father raised his head and cried out, begging the birds to take the souls of the dead to heaven. There is a home outside the heavens, and that is where the gods dwell.

In this wilderness and dense forest, there is no autumn and winter, only summer and rainy season. The wild fruits, birds and beasts in the forest are enough to feed the people. Life is difficult, but simple and fulfilling. Ethnic tribes have no written language, only oral songs. The ancient ballad has gods, the past, the sun, the moon and the stars, and the vicissitudes of life.

When the eighteenth rainy season approached, the group began to migrate once a year, but the natural disaster fell sharply, and only a father and son escaped. His father died of his wounds, so he was buried according to the rules of the clan. And the rain was so heavy that it was difficult for the wings to fly, and the birds hid. Daddy's ghost could not reach heaven, and he was overwhelmed with grief......

Above the dense forest, the rain and fog are blowing.

The corpses in the high part of the clearing turned white. The last traces of blood returned to the earth with the rain.

Blameless still squatted, silently looking down. He didn't use his spiritual power, but slowly raised his fingers.

He was only a child, but he was eighteen years old. Perhaps because of his short stature, people can't tell the size of their age. And he used an iron axe to chop his biological father, who only wanted to feed the birds, and then use the birds' wings to let the souls fly in the sky. In this world, there are cremation, burial, tree burial, and water burial. In this way, let's call it a heavenly burial! And what caused the annihilation of the clan was not a natural disaster......

Wuyi reached out and pinched the child's mouth, took out a pill and threw it in, then stood up and popped out a wisp of flame with his fingers. His sea of qi has not been opened so far, and with the help of the Xuanhuo Gate's exercises, as well as his feather warrior's perfect cultivation, he can be able to sacrifice a faint trace of true fire. The real fire cut through the rain and mist, instantly incinerating the mangled corpse. He didn't delay any longer, jumped up more than ten feet, paused slightly in mid-air, and then flew over the rainforest to the east.

It is said that the rainy season in the northern part of the country lasts from August to September. The rainy season south of Buzhou lasts for half a year. Either way, for the next month, we had to rush in the rain.

Between the hazy heaven and earth, a figure swept through the treetops, through the wilderness, and walked alone in the fluttering rain and mist.

Dozens of miles away, there is an even denser jungle.

According to the previous agreement, Elder Wanji's disciples were divided into four groups, and the four or five thousand miles from east to west were the areas searched. Wu Yi happened to be the last person in the east, and this dense forest was the edge of the agreed land. And no matter each other, they are all the territories of the Nebula Sect, but they are not so rigorous, but they are ......

Half an hour later, Wu Yi was already in the dense forest.

Sure enough, it is full of foliage and vines. There are also countless wild fruits hanging on the branches, adding a bit of strange charm to this misty rain and mist.

After another moment, they reached the depths of the forest.

A small mountain col appeared in front of you, with more than ten grass huts built on it, which should be the residence of the barbarian migration. And around the col, there are ashes after burning everywhere, and even in the flowing stream, there is also a faint blood.

Wu Yi floated to the ground, but did not continue to move forward, but stood under a small tree, and the two sword eyebrows shrugged slightly.

The mountain col is twenty or thirty zhang away, although it is separated by rain and fog, and the situation from far and near is clear at a glance.

On the top of the col, there are several grass huts connected together. In the clearing below, three strong men sat as if sheltering from the rain and lit a bonfire. The bonfire was not used for warmth, but for a charred piece of meat, but it did not resemble a goat or a wild deer, but rather a human form and rather a strange one. And one of the three strong men was a middle-aged man who was actually Ah Jian of Xuanhuomen. The other two are both masters of foundation building, but they look unfamiliar, and they don't know which family they are disciples of Xuanwu Valley.

"Hey, it's you, kid?"

Sure enough, the three people under the grass shed had already noticed it, but they sat and didn't move, but each grabbed a clay pot and ate and drank non-stop. One of them, Ah Jian, was shocked, and said indifferently: "The junior of Yuantianmen, called Wu Blame, escaped three times and twice, he sent it to the door today, ......" While saying it, he gestured: "Ah Kang, Ah Jian brothers, this fruit wine can still be eaten, accompanied by human flesh, but it also has a lot of fun, haha!"

The clay pot was filled with wine, and on the bonfire, there was a barbecue......

The little tree beside him was trembling. Its low-hanging branches and leaves seem to be ravaged by wind and rain, and they look strangely green and weak.

Blameless reached out and plucked a leaf, and in an instant, raindrops fell. He took the leaf in his mouth, chewed on the faint bitterness, then put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the col.

The three of them were still drinking and having fun, and they didn't pay attention to a junior who suddenly appeared.

Blameless stepped through the ashes, walked through the blood, and walked down the muddy steps to the top of the col. He stopped in front of the hut, his face sometimes hazy and sometimes clear in the rain and mist.

Ah Jian put down the clay pot and squinted: "Boy, are ......you lost?"

Two of his companions also looked unkind and smiled strangely.

Wu Yi did not answer, but looked at the bonfire between the three of them: "The three barbecuers are actually human flesh ......"

Ah Jian stretched out his hand to pick between his teeth, and smiled: "I came to hunt with two Taoist friends from the Thunder Fire Gate and the Golden Water Gate, and when I met a group of barbarians, I wiped them out, and I happened to see a teenage girl doll who was quite tender, so I baked food and tasted it, and the taste was not bad......

His two companions thought so, and echoed it—

"It's the rainy season, and there's nothing to do......"

"I can't imagine that human flesh is so delicious, tsk......"

Wuyi frowned and nodded slightly. And the rain that was originally flowing down lightly exploded outside him, splashing a layer of mist, making his indifferent face a little more gloomy.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

Ah Jian stood up, and his fierce face was already revealed: "There is no one here to save you, I might as well taste you......"

Before he could finish speaking, his hands came out together, and the flames roared, as long as the sudden boy was burned to ashes. His two companions, not to be outdone, raised their hands to sacrifice thunder and fire, and the other flickered with a flying sword.

At this moment, the figure of Blameless suddenly disappeared. In the blink of an eye, a ray of light suddenly disappeared, leaving only Sen Ran's words, drifting in the rain and fog with the wind: "Everything that is inferior to beasts should be damned......"

Ah Jian and his two companions rushed out of the grass hut and laughed insolently: "Haha, that kid escaped quickly, he won't have such luck next time......"

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On the wilderness, a few hills will emerge from time to time, but it seems to be the torture of time, or perhaps the erosion of the rain has already turned into the appearance of a stone pillar, standing quietly in the empty space of the rainy season.

One of the hills, uplifted more than ten zhang high, covers an area of dozens of zhang in a square circle, full of potholes, is a scene of vicissitudes.

At this time, a figure sat on the top of the mountain. Letting the wind and rain get stronger, he looked lonely and lonely as before.

As you can see, this is the place to meet.

When I came to Buzhou, a month passed in a blink of an eye. There are no spirit stones, and there are no heavenly treasures. And the law of the jungle and bloody killings are not uncommon. That group of immortal sect disciples, far away from the rules and precepts, were like beasts that broke free from the cage, and finally regained their original beastly nature. Killing people and exterminating the clan is still not fun. To kill people and eat meat as a pastime is simply extremely vicious and mad!

Xuanhuo Gate, Thunder Fire Gate, Jinshui Gate, and Sixiang Gate, those disciples from Xuanwu Valley, all of them should be damned! And how many of the Yuantianmen disciples with the title of Nebula Sect are innocent?

The so-called heavenly justice, like this cloudy rain, watered the earth, moistened the trees, but also brought disaster and death, and annihilated one body after another. If you ask where fairness is? Heaven is ruthless, it is fairness. Where is the retribution? If there is love in the sky, the rain and clouds will be reaped......

At this time, the three figures came from far and near.

The blonde woman in it is still so enchanting and moving.

The other two men beckoned.

In an instant, a graceful figure fell in front of him: "No blame, why are you alone......?"