I haven't seen a living person in these three or five days. They are all strange animals and skeletons. The nearest living person is Zhu Chang, who has a life-and-death relationship with me.
They were truly close friends of life and death. After all, either he was dead or Lin Feng was alive at that time, but they were not close friends of life and death.
Now I guess most of the corpses have turned into white smoke.
Some people think that monks have reached the state of forgetting both things and themselves, and they do not need other people to live well. In fact, this is also a misunderstanding.
From Lin Feng's own experience, his longest retreat time was only seven days. According to his guess, it's not that monks no longer need to communicate with others, but the frequency of this communication has been reduced.
Perhaps when my cultivation level reaches a higher level, a retreat will take half a year or a year. At that time, this idea of wanting to communicate with others will slowly fade away.
But no matter what, he still needs to find someone to chat with now, not for safety reasons, but for a simple spiritual need.
After climbing over the hill in front of us, we had a clear view of the situation at the bottom. They were a group of monks, a group of monks who were extremely embarrassed, much more embarrassed than him.
Lin Feng felt a little embarrassed at the moment. This was because he had been running around day and night all day, and it was inevitable that there would be a lot of dust on his body.
His clothes were a bit tattered and his whole arm was exposed, but his overall mental state was indeed excellent.
Even the zhenqi in his body has solidified a bit, which still depends on Qing Guo and the use of zhenqi during this period.
But the group of people at the bottom of the mountain was different. Everyone had a sense of paleness and fatigue on their faces, and a few of them had injuries on their bodies.
However, there are no medicines that can be used in the ruins. They can only simply bandage it. In addition, the true energy cannot be effectively replenished, so the body can only slowly recover from the injury.
Lin Feng guessed that if things continued like this, when the ruins were finally revealed, not many of the monks would be able to leave alive.
Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes fell on the person in the front. The monk was holding a rusty long knife in his hand.
To be precise, it was this knife that reminded Lin Feng. Aren't these the same group of people he met when he first entered the ruins?
There is a female cultivator at the back of the crowd who is currently supporting the monk beside her, slowly walking towards Lin Feng's mountain. Take a closer look, isn't it the water mirror?
After a few days of practice, it seems that this female cultivator has protected herself quite well. At least compared to the injuries sustained by others, she is considered very good.
It's just that now this group of people are quarreling. Originally, Lin Feng thought that these people should die one night. After all, the skeleton's night attack was still terrifying, so he was a little surprised to meet them here.
At this time, this group of people who were quarreling over something unknown suddenly saw a figure appearing on the hillside in front of them, and they were all shocked.
Everyone looked nervous, fearing that they would encounter some demons and ghosts again. All the energy in their bodies had been used up. If they encountered any danger at this time, it would be a real disaster.
It wasn't until they saw clearly that the figure was a person that they felt a little relieved. However, the figure was also a bit miserable. It was dirty all over, the clothes on it were damaged, and the whole arm was exposed.
Only those star-like eyes are impressive.
At this time, Shui Jing suddenly recognized the appearance of the man on the mountain and exclaimed: "Isn't this man the master monk who used the sword a few days ago?"
After being reminded by the water mirror, the other monks identified him and then exclaimed: "It's really that swordsman. We can be saved."
When Lin Feng first entered the ruins, he left a really deep impression on them.
The skeleton they had no control over was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables in Lin Feng's hands.
At that time, everyone was in fear and panic, but Lin Feng was like a god coming down to earth to save them.
Finally, a long knife was given as a gift. If it were not for the existence of this long knife, then I am afraid that even fewer of them would have survived.
Shui Jing stood out from the crowd and looked at Lin Feng with a complicated expression, looking at the land behind Lin Feng.
She still remembered that behind that land, the number of skeletons had reached a very high value.
They also went to explore the land behind together, and the time they chose was still at noon during the day.
At noon, the speed and strength of the skeletons were the weakest, but the waves of skeletons were far beyond their ability to deal with. For this reason, several monks died on that land and would never come back.
Shui Jing looked at Lin Feng with a complicated expression and asked, "You, did you come from behind?"
In her opinion, it is not easy to survive in this ruins, but also to fight out of the sea of skeletons, how strong a person must be to do it.
Everyone is in the Qi Gathering Realm, there is no reason why you would be so strong.
Although Lin Feng saw people at this moment, these people did not give him any desire to communicate. It was not because he was too weak, but simply because he felt that the actions of this group of people were not worthy of his communication.
Lin Feng shrugged: "Yes, is there any other way here?"
Shui Jing was silent for a long time. Is there any other way to come?
There are countless skeletons in the forest behind Lin Feng, and there is only one road. Anyone who can really come from that land will not be a weak hand.
Moreover, Shui Jing took a closer look at Lin Feng's appearance. Apart from some damage to his clothes, he had no injuries on his body, and he looked full of energy. He was much better than these miserable people.
Shui Jing couldn't help but start to think about the extent of Lin Feng's cultivation.
The strength of a monk is related to the realm. The strength in the Qi Gathering realm is higher than the strength in the physical training stage.
The middle stage of Qi Gathering Realm is higher than the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm. This is a general aspect, but when it comes to personal strength, it is different.
There is a huge difference in the level of skills among the four major levels of Heaven, Earth, Xuan and Huang. Even the skills of the same Xuan level or Huang level will be divided into high and low levels.
Finally, it comes down to personal talent. Talent and physical fitness are one of the factors that determine a person's strength.
Shui Jing herself practiced the mid-level Xuan-level technique, Bihai Canglang Jue. She once felt that with her mid-level Qi Gathering Realm strength, she could achieve great results even if she entered the ruins.
The reality was that she was given a hard punch. Her strength was not even able to kill a skeleton here, although this was largely due to the fact that Bihai Canglang Jue was a water-based skill.
I am afraid that it will be difficult to use even 70% of the strength.
But even if Shui Jing was by a river or lake, he still felt that he would not be as strong as Lin Feng.
She was wondering to what extent this person's skills qualifications were. Could it be that he had already obtained the earth-level skills? Or maybe he had the qualifications to be one in a thousand.
Otherwise, even if you are at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm, you will probably be injured when facing the wave of skeletons.