The first thousand one hundred and eighty-four chapters humble life
He Bayue's carriage continued to move towards Tianwuchuan.
The carriage was still moving in a leisurely manner, just like a carriage outing on a spring day. However, after passing the Taoist temple occupied by rogue bandits, the driver did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional.
On the route of travel, we passed several such places.
Some are pretentious places of practice that do not communicate with the outside world, but enjoy the worship and worship of local villagers. Some are wealthy families with a reputation in the local area that have some practitioners as guardians and worshipers.
Just like those weed-like bandits, even if the small monastery and family in this place were wiped out, it would not cause too much of a stir given that the Guanlong area was completely out of control.
So He Bayue was very satisfied.
Feeling those insignificant vitality continuously flowing into the meridians in the body like thousands of currents converging into the sea, gradually forming droplets of true essence in one's body, feeling that those true essences are constantly falling into the sea of ââââqi like spring rain, this feeling
, exceptionally wonderful.
The closer he got to the wilderness outside Tianwuchuan, the feeling became more and more wonderful. With every breath, some delicious vitality would flow into his body, and then inadvertently, he would
, and then quietly turned into the true essence that fell into his Qi sea.
The so-called unity of heaven and man and the use of heaven and earth have been described countless times in the classics of the world of practitioners, but perhaps starting from the You Dynasty, only Emperor You and practitioners like him could have such a feeling.
However, suddenly, something strange appeared in his perception.
He felt that there was another force that was desperately sucking the vitality generated by death in the world. The new force was very weak to him, but it was extremely greedy, like a stomach that could never be full.
The cub, that crazy sucking made him feel a little evil, and that power was in the wasteland outside Tianwuchuan. The direct contact without distance made this greedy cub absorb those who died due to death.
When the energy is generated, it has an advantage over him, and it can be absorbed faster than him at such a distance.
The carriage door curtain instantly swung.
His figure disappeared in the carriage. After a breath, a human figure-like light and shadow appeared in the air far in front of the carriage, and then a terrifying sonic boom sounded.
He Bayue was never able to really stop Chen Ziyun in the previous chase, but apart from Chen Ziyun, he was still the second fastest practitioner in the world, and even if he lost in that chase, he did not feel that he was
There is no way to intercept Chen Ziyun next time.
Because in that chase, he only had a battle with the Demon Sect, and the amount of true energy in his body was not sufficient. As long as he had more true energy in his body, he should be able to truly catch up with Chen Ziyun.
And this was one of the reasons that prompted him to decide to accumulate the true energy in his body to the point that no matter how much he squandered it, he wouldn't be able to use it all up.
Accompanied by bursts of thunderous roars, He Bayue's figure appeared in the wasteland outside Tianwuchuan.
In the wasteland outside Tianwuchuan, although the troops had already withdrawn, traces of the battle were still left everywhere on the ground. There were countless holes punched out by the bombardment of powerful ordnance and magic weapons, and even many holes cut out by lightning and powerful sword energy.
What is even more shocking is that the color and traces of blood solidified in the soil have not been eliminated, and the color of the soil on the ground in large areas looks particularly weird.
However, it is not these that occupy the leading role in this wasteland at this time, but large piles of charcoal fires that are not completely extinguished, and the smelly smoke that fills the air.
The huge fire pit and the embers in the fire that had not been completely extinguished, as well as these smells permeating the air, instantly made He Bayue's body stiffen.
There was no obvious change in his face, but when he saw this scene clearly for the first time, there was already a voice in his body that sounded like it was coming from the Destiny Blood Box, and began to roar, "Who...is it?"
Who did this?"
The battle that took place in the wasteland outside Tianwuchuan was probably the battle that brought together the most powerful practitioners and killed the most practitioners in the past hundreds of years.
Even though it didn't last long, more than a million troops from both sides were strangled here, and the number of soldiers and low-level practitioners who died in a short period of time was rare in hundreds of years.
This war is not far away from He Bayue's arrival at this time. For him, this place should be filled with the vitality generated by countless deaths. Every breath he takes should be like breathing directly in the water. Those gathered
The vitality that comes to him should be as viscous and abundant as water.
However, this is not the case.
He used to feel that he was too far away from the plain outside Tianwuchuan, but when he was really here, the only thing that filled his nostrils was the smell of burnt smoke. The vitality generated by death was still thin, and in his hurry
During the time since they arrived, most of them have been greedily sucked away by the cub in his perception.
This was the treasure he had expected. However, when he felt something was wrong and spent a lot of real energy to come here, most of the treasure had been destroyed, and there was a cub devouring the ruins of the treasure.
With the remnants of the destroyed treasure, how could this not make him angry?
He easily locked onto the aura of the cub, and in the next moment, accompanied by a continuous and terrifying sound of breaking through the air, he appeared not far from the cub with wind and thunder.
The moment he landed, a violent force violently knocked the young beast away and then pushed him heavily into the mud.
This is a young ascetic.
He Bayue easily knew that this was an ascetic from Mobei. He didn't need to think too much. He also knew that this ascetic's method of devouring the vitality here came from the Demon Sect.
He fell in front of the young ascetic who was crushed into the mud.
It was precisely because of the Demon Sect that he did not get the Netherworld Divine Silkworm and the Nine Netherworld King Sword, and so many variables appeared in his perfect plan. Therefore, as long as the connection between these Mobei ascetics and the Demon Sect appears in his mind,
The anger in his heart could not be quelled.
He looked at the young ascetic who had been hit by him and had most of his bones broken. Looking at his miserable appearance, he said in a cold and cold voice: "Why is this happening here?"
"have no idea."
The young ascetic looked at him in confusion but more fear, "Before I came here, those people had burned almost all the bodies of the practitioners and soldiers."
He Bayue took a deep breath and began to try his best to control his emotions.
He said no more.
Everything about this young ascetic made him think that he was just a low-level creature walking in the darkness, just a wild dog in the grassland trying to steal food from the lion's mouth.
This kind of humble existence like a wild dog, for him at this time, at least before his arrival, helped him gather a lot of vitality that would otherwise be lost.
"Let me go..." At this moment, the young ascetic burst out in pain and begged.
At this moment, He Bateyue's eyes suddenly narrowed. He raised his head and looked into the distance. It should be the battlefield where the northern survivors and Achai Chen's troops fought. There, he also felt the connection with this man.
The breath of a young ascetic.
"Is there someone like you here in Mobei?" He looked at the young ascetic and asked.
"There are also some of my senior brothers, but they don't know that I came here from Mobei first." The young ascetic was almost crying.
He Bayue said nothing more.
He took a step forward.
He stepped on the ascetic's chest, and the ascetic died in great pain.
He Bayue breathed slowly. When the vitality in this ascetic monk's body spread out and flowed into the meridians in his body, he felt slightly better. (To be continued)