The subtle sound came, but it still caught the attention of the rock.
Not far away, Yingsha stood there, motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that he didn't have the courage to take a step and was scared.
His legs were trembling, making the sand squelch under his feet.
The cloak was lifted, revealing a pale face, even more like a dead person.
Fear and despair filled his heart at this moment.
That sword destroyed everything he had.
All pride collapsed under this dazzling sword.
Facing reality, the person in front of me is no longer a seemingly frail young man, but a god who stands tall and cannot be blasphemed.
That sword destroyed the faith in his heart.
A sword I have never seen before.
A moment ago, he was wandering on the edge of life and death without overestimating his abilities.
At this moment, I can only feel happy, but also extremely scared.
Because I am still there, still at the feet of the gods.
Destiny is not in your own hands, but under that person's sword.
So he stared at that sword with fear and despair.
Rock turned to look at him, and the sword in his hand moved.
threaten
It has to be like this, it's just a disguise as a last resort.
"Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"
Yingsha suddenly fell to his knees and begged the rock not to kill him.
How could Rock have the strength to kill him? He had no spiritual power at the moment. If Yingsha wanted to kill him, he could kill him with just one sword without using spiritual power. However, how could Yingsha think of it?
Rock looked up at Yanqi Mountain and seemed a little embarrassed. Even his steps were extremely heavy.
Another handful of Spirit-Gathering Pills were chewed like jelly beans, and the Mysterious Swallowing Technique was running crazily.
Very hard.
While practicing, he had to pretend as if nothing had happened and continue to show off his martial arts.
The long sword was tilted in front of him, making an enigmatic look.
It's hard to pretend, but there's nothing you can do.
Facing such an existence, one has to be on guard.
According to his heart, he wished he could lie down on the ground right now.
"I would like to follow in your footsteps..."
Just when the rock recovered its spiritual power and turned around to walk towards Yanqi Mountain, the voice of Yingsha came from behind.
His voice was not loud, but he was firm and determined.
Maybe this is the great enlightenment.
Only when you have walked on the edge of life and death can you realize what you are doing.
Only then did I understand what I wanted.
I have been busy for most of my life, but achieved nothing.
Maybe it's still too late to make the decision.
It's just that he needs someone to lead him further.
And this person is Rock, and he thinks this is the noble person in his life.
A person who can take him to heaven.
The rock paused for a moment, then slowly turned its head and looked at Yingsha, feeling a little suspicious.
What did he say, follow me!
Did you hear it wrong?
what's the situation?
Yingsha slowly raised a hand and pressed it on his chest. He looked extremely pious and knelt down on the ground.
Shi Yan's eyes narrowed, and he saw a ferocious sheep's head on the back of Yingsha's hand pressing on his chest.
It is still bleeding, so you can imagine that this is a masterpiece that has just been completed.
This picture of a sheep is so familiar.
I am so familiar with the rock that I have to close my eyes in pain to accept it.
There was no sound for a long time.
In silence, the body lying on the ground remained motionless, waiting for the mercy of the noble man in front of him.
He was even afraid that the noble man would abandon him, so he was extremely uneasy at the moment, but he didn't dare to look up.
Rock smiled bitterly, he couldn't laugh or cry.
Such things are simply incomprehensible.
In such a ghost place, there is actually someone who wants to be his follower.
No one would believe it if I told you.
"It's up to you! But don't follow me now, later! Let's talk about it when we have the chance! Live well and improve your cultivation. There are no weak people behind me."
Rock didn't say anything, there was no one behind him, he was alone, still running around.
You kid has been here for millions of years and you don’t even know how to follow me when you go out. It’s just a joke.
What can a coward do if he goes out? It would be better to live here for the rest of his life, at least he won't have to worry about his life.
Follow me?
Does it work?
Dare to use it?
Who can leave things to you?
Are you relieved?
So Rock didn't take it seriously and wondered if he said this out of fear.
Maybe it's just to survive.
But people can do it, and if they have this intention, it’s already pretty good.
Give me hope!
Overall it gives people something to look forward to.
Have a reason to live.
Snapped
The half-cut scroll was thrown in front of Yingsha as a greeting gift.
Such things are waste products, which can also be considered as waste and should be given to people who have no use for them.
Without saying anything else, he turned around, picked up the magic lantern, and headed towards Yanqi Mountain.
Yingsha was so excited that he crawled forward with such piety that it was simply incomprehensible.
He didn't dare to get up. Although he was kneeling on the ground, the scroll thrown by the rock was opened by a gust of wind in front of him.
The sword comes out with the law
Looking at these four words, this guy suddenly seemed to understand something.
He held the scroll in his hands and his whole body was shaking, his mouth was mumbling and he didn't know what he was saying.
His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, Pu Tong fell to his knees and knocked his head nine times on the rock before standing up.
After putting away the scroll, he folded the sword in his hand and stabbed it out, imitating the way a rock would draw a sword.
It's decent, but too immature.
"One day, I will follow behind you."
Yingsha suddenly shouted and faced the rock, as if it was an oath.
That kind of excitement can even be felt by the rock that has walked so far away.
Rock paused and did not look back, but raised his sword and shook it.
It was just a perfunctory farewell, but this farewell completely changed in Yingsha's eyes.
He thought the rock promised his existence.
He promised to be a follower of the Rock.
"I understand, I will definitely become stronger, and I will catch up with you."
Shadow Fiend spoke loudly again, as if in response to Rock's action of raising his sword just now.
Slap your chest loudly.
Rock staggered and almost turned around to curse, "Did I mean this!"
I just think it’s up to you to do whatever you want, love us.
Why!
I sighed secretly, thinking that others were also loyal.
Forget it, you won't lose anything anyway, just let him go.
It's like Ying Sha has found a treasure, and now he has changed.
He raised his head and smashed the black cloak, straightened his back, his whole person changed drastically, his eyes were firm, and he no longer had the previous decadent state.
He glanced at the back of the rock, then at the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and ran away.
He knew that he had to work hard, otherwise he would really not be able to keep up with his progress.
What use is there for you? If you don't want to be an outcast, you must catch up with him.
Time is not waiting for me.
…
At the foot of Yanqi Mountain, there are thousands of swords standing on the wall, as numerous as swords and stone fragments.
There were countless monks nailed to it, lying on their sides, and without exception they all died, pierced by a sword.
Such a sword is a piece of stone, just like a sword.
Wow!
The rock took a step forward, and immediately the hanging corpse seemed to wake up, shaking off the dust.
He turned around and stood in front of the rock, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the stone sword that had penetrated his body.
crunch
After passing through the rotten wood-like body, the stone sword that came out looked like it had been polished.
"Draw the sword"
Two words popped out of his hole-like mouth, hoarse and low, as if he was not speaking.
Rock raised his hand. There was always a sword in his hand. Can't you see it?
Obviously not, those two words stimulated his nerves.
Drawing the sword, how is it possible? I don’t want to draw the sword more and more, I want to throw it away.
But he had to take this sword back to the sacred mountain and ask questions in front of the cliff, otherwise he would feel uneasy.
call out
No more talking nonsense about rocks, just chop them with a sword, no matter how much you talk, it's useless.
when
Dust was flying on the stone sword, and the man who looked like rotten wood showed no emotion at all. He just drew swords back and forth.
Each sword is mediocre, but it can always block the violent attack of the rock.
That kind of perseverance has infected the rocks. I sighed in my heart, and at the same time, the rhythm in my hands also quietly changed.
study
Every battle.
every enemy.
Every realization.
It may benefit you throughout your life.
The kind that I don't have.
The kind of thing you need.
All good.
Even if it comes from enemies, even enemies.
As long as it is useful to you, you can learn it, and the future is your own.
The road of life is so short and yet so long.
To move forward, you must learn, and to grow, you must learn.
If you have many skills, you will not be overwhelmed, but those with high skills are bold!
die
The stone sword in the hand of the rotten wood man was getting faster and faster, as if he had entered a battle rhythm and entered a state of selflessness.
He actually said the word "death", which is very commendable.
There is almost no difference from when he was alive. The only thing is that his body seems to be unable to bear it. It drops something from time to time and looks like it is about to fall apart.
But that fighting spirit and perseverance are getting better and better.
Wow!
The rock chopped into pieces his rotten wood-like body. This was his best destination, returning to heaven and earth.
The stone sword fell and lay in the sand.
"Draw the sword"
The voice of Shi Shi, who was still sighing, came again. It was a different person, but it was still the same mummy, and he pulled out the stone sword from his body.
"Are you telling yourself to draw your sword?"
Rock shook his head, why do you always say draw the sword? Didn't you see the sword in my hand?
"It's not this sword. I feel its breath on you."
The mummy actually answered what Shi Yan wanted to know, but these words really made his heart shake and uneasy again.
If not this sword, what else could it be?
Rock smiled bitterly, must he force himself to pull out the sword?
Don’t even think about it!
If I don't want to, who can do anything to me?
But they don't care if you pull it out or not. If you yell, even if you do, they will beat you if you don't pull it out.
The stone sword was pressed against the head, swiftly and forcefully.
Yan Shi raised his sword to meet him, and was actually brought into the opponent's rhythm, attacking with sword after sword.
But it also benefits the rock. After all, the people who come here are much stronger than the rogues.
At this moment, it's like being a sparring partner for Rock. After making progress, someone will come to consolidate and improve. Rock is happy and happy to accept it, so he plays well.
Maybe such a corpse really has a period of adaptation, and then the beating becomes faster and harder.
Rock had no choice but to keep up with this rhythm, sending out sword after sword.