The old god on the ice cliff looked at the rocks at the foot of the mountain dreamily. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, and he muttered for a long time.
"Guard! The sword of guard protects everything behind you. I didn't expect such a sword!"
Yes, protect, protect everything behind you.
It is belief, and it is also a kind of power, the power of self-dedication.
Such power is great and fearless.
Being willing to sacrifice everything you have is what it means to be fearless, that's it.
Guarding means giving.
It means that you can hand over everything you have, even your life.
Such power no longer has a self and is transcendent of the self.
That’s why it is extremely powerful and can transform everything into one.
People say that reducing complexity to simplicity and returning to simplicity is like this.
But wielding such a sword in the hand of Rock felt like it was a lifetime ago, it was so unreal.
After all, he is just a person who has just entered the path of cultivation, how could he have such a sword.
It cannot be explained clearly, it can only be said to be a kind of transcendence.
The rock was unable to recover for a long time, which gave him a new understanding of this sword.
You can't use such a sword casually in the future, it will hurt yourself too much.
Kill one thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses.
It’s not cost-effective, and under the circumstances, it can only be used in an absolutely safe and reliable place.
Otherwise, after using it, anyone can do it yourself.
That’s not enough, why are you playing?
He struggled to reach the young man's body, picked up the small cloth bag, used his sword as a crutch, and staggered towards the familiar tree hole, got in and sat down cross-legged before inspecting the loot.
He didn't think that this young man would have anything good for him, but when he opened the small cloth bag, he almost jumped up and saw that there were so many spirit-gathering pills, which he never expected.
It gave him a huge surprise. He couldn't figure out what such a person was doing with so many spirit-gathering pills.
There were a total of four thousand spirit-gathering pills, and they were neatly packed in the jade box. He was so excited that he gasped.
But no, I have never seen so many spirit-gathering pills. It immediately made him feel like a rich man, and he was so happy that he almost fainted.
He grabbed a handful and threw it into his mouth, without checking how many there were. Anyway, what went into his mouth was not wasted, and he also allowed himself to enjoy the addiction of a nouveau riche.
Besides, recovering spiritual power is more important, so I don’t care about these things.
Of course, I still have it on hand, and I think I can use it generously, and I don’t have to live a tight life of budgeting.
I spent the rest of the night in this tree hole. When I woke up at dawn, I was ecstatic that I had reached the seventh level of Qi training.
I went up quietly. I really didn't expect it. I took the time to recover my spiritual power and that's it. It was really unexpected and I couldn't figure it out.
But if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. It's a good thing to improve your cultivation level. If you practice Qi to the seventh level, you will have more confidence to face those outsiders.
Although it was still not as good as those people's cultivation, he knew that he would catch up soon. All he lacked now was time. The four thousand spirit-gathering pills in his pocket gave him absolute confidence.
Summoning the misty illusion yarn, he went straight to the sacred mountain. He wanted to see which tribesmen were alive and help if he could. After all, he was a member of the same tribe, so he still had concerns.
On the sacred mountain.
One, two, eight people in total.
There may be only a few people left in the huge rock tribe, but what can be done.
It's their choice, and that's the price.
One wrong step and you'll be doomed.
Of course, if they had followed themselves, they would not be much better off than they are now. The key is that the Chosen Sui Gong caused such a result, and it was the disaster forced on them by outsiders.
Troubled times have come, and the outcome may be like this everywhere. A small group of people can't change anything at all.
The rock fell in front of the eight people and looked at them silently. They had faces that had been through many vicissitudes of life. They had experienced a lot, but they had also become more determined.
This is the real warrior, Shi Yan thought in his mind. War and disaster make people grow up quickly, which is not bad at all.
Judging from their appearance, they must have suffered a lot, tasted all the ups and downs, joys and sorrows, to be as perseverant and unyielding as they are now.
These people have obviously grown into real warriors. In time, they will become great talents. If they have the ability to cultivate themselves, their future will be limitless.
The rock touched the hearts of these people. Who knows what it will be like in the future. With a group of people, maybe there will be a different path.
Let's just do it like this for the time being. The worst thing is that this group of people will have the ability to make a living, at least they won't be at the mercy of others like they are now.
Your destiny must be in your own hands, but you must also have the means to shake the sky, otherwise everything will be zero.
"Clan leader."
Finally someone recognized the rock, cried out, and then lay down in the snowdrift, sobbing.
Suddenly, there was a burst of crying. The eight warriors had suffered too many grievances. There were only so many people left in this tribe. How could they not be sad?
So much bloodshed, joys and sorrows, all kinds of unwillingness, all kinds of helplessness, at this moment turned into tears of grievance, flowing freely.
"Why!"
The rock sighed softly, "In troubled times, in troubled times, human life is like a piece of grass."
It is said that heroes emerge from troubled times, but how many people die and families are destroyed before one or two heroes emerge.
It was found out of blood and tears, and it was the heroic road paved with corpses.
After seeing so many dead people, and even experiencing a narrow escape from death, I understand their tears and the preciousness of life.
It took a long time to recover from the grief, greeting each other, learning about each other's past, and everyone sighed.
The rocks led them towards the ice cliff, and he felt that only that place was safe.
He believed that the old immortal was a very powerful master.
He believed that the old gods would protect them.
Furthermore, this place is inaccessible and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive. I believe that it will not attract the attention of outsiders. It should be possible to hide for a while.
"This, how is this possible?"
When I first arrived at the ice cliff, I saw an incredible scene. A long sword was inserted into the ice cliff, and half of it was inserted diagonally into the ice cliff.
The dazzling gems on the sword's handle and scabbard all told him that it was that sword.
A sword that can kill people on its own and even run away.
"Wow, this is a treasure!
The eight people acted as if they had never seen it before and were about to pull the sword. The rock was so frightened that he shouted to stop.
He was really scared.
The scene of that day was in front of my eyes. Such a powerful group of people could not stop this strange sword. A few ordinary people from the Rock Tribe went to provoke this thing.
Want to destroy the group or something.
Yan Yan told them all about what he had seen that day, and the eight guys were so frightened that they backed away and never mentioned pulling out the sword again.
But the ignorant are fearless.
After the initial fear, the sword was just a dead thing. If you didn't touch it, nothing would happen, so you gathered around it to satisfy your curiosity.
The rocks were lingering under the sword in front of the cliff, and he couldn't figure out what the situation was.
I am very curious as to how this sword ended up here.
I had the urge to pull it off, but in the end I didn't move it. I thought it would be better to study it.
Don't be in a hurry. Once you get here, it's your own. It's your own treasure. It's not too late to study and ponder it slowly.
Yan Yan asked eight people to sit down cross-legged, gave them the jade pendant for cultivating the mind, and explained it in detail.
He also gave them a small cloth bag with more than 3,000 spirit-gathering pills in it, and told them to open it and use it after they have developed spiritual power.
I don't care about them anymore. No matter how much we talk about cultivation, it's just an individual who is brought in by the master to practice.
Being able to practice made eight people extremely happy.
Practice the exercises.
Especially when I heard Yan Yan say that he could be as powerful as those outsiders in the future, everyone was so excited that they didn't know what to do.
So I am very careful and know how terrible the power is. It is all for myself. How can I not work hard?
They are all people who have experienced life, separation and death, and they long for strength in their hearts!
Especially after such a painful experience, everyone yearned for that kind of power, and they all practiced hard.
In just one month, all eight people have entered the first level of Qi training, which makes Shi Yan particularly happy and feels a sense of accomplishment.
From then on, there were practitioners in the small world, not one or two, but a group.
From nothing to something.
It will inevitably go from weak to strong.
What something to look forward to.
He didn't know if this was a good thing, but as long as the people he cared about were strong, nothing else mattered.
No matter how bad things are, they still have the ability to protect themselves. They only have a little blood of the Huyan Tribe.
He doesn't care about these, all he wants is the people around him.
It's enough for the people he cares about to live well. He doesn't have the ability to care about other things so much. It's useless to think too much. Just take care of the present and leave the other things to be discussed and thought about later when he becomes stronger.
This month, Yan Yan's own cultivation level has also risen sharply, which of course was accumulated with the Spirit Gathering Pill.
He left a thousand for himself, but there are very few left at the moment. The good thing is that his cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh level of Qi training. Although it will take some time to break through, he believes it won't be long.
He also took down the sword on the ice cliff, but he still didn't dare to draw it.
What he saw that day has become an indelible shadow, and he does not dare to take risks.
What's more, even the best sword is used as a scimitar in his hand. He doesn't know much about swordsmanship and doesn't know how to use a sword at all.
When it comes to pulling out the sword from the ice cliff, even he himself doesn't know what happened.
It's been so long and I'm still confused.
All I know is that on a whim that day, I put my hand on the sword, and then the sword was in my hand.
Only seeing a pit on the cliff and ice slag in the ground, the terrifying divine sword was obtained in a daze. Even the eight practitioners were dumbfounded.
The key is to pull it back and forth, but the sword doesn't react at all.
But Rock didn't dare to pull out the sword, so he just held it in his hand for a while, thinking that he would have to wait until his cultivation level improved. He didn't dare to pull it out at this moment.