"Fortunately, he is already dead, otherwise he might have suffered internal injuries!" Dewey said with a serious face, but his expression gave rise to an uncontrollable urge to laugh.
Is this still the Dewey we know?
But this time, everyone felt that what he said made some sense.
Just imagine, when you are serious about scaring someone, but the other person is not scared, it is indeed possible to cause internal injuries to yourself.
Even if there is no direct internal injury, the feeling of disappointment can still be regarded as a small injury, right?
To be able to think of such an excellent metaphor, Dewey is really no ordinary genius.
I can feel that as this journey into the secret realm deepens, another side of Dewey that was once unknown is slowly emerging.
Perhaps, as he said at the beginning, he might find an opportunity for his own breakthrough.
"Come on, let's take a look at that Kun!" As he spoke, he took big steps, stepped on the grassland under his feet, and walked towards the center of the plateau.
We followed along naturally, not to mention making the grassland become truly peaceful and bright for a short while.
Not only that, even the sounds that made people's heads hurt along the way suddenly disappeared, making people feel much more comfortable.
Without potential dangers to block us, and without the annoying singing to bother us, we returned very quickly, and in just a short while we were back at the hill where the mushroom cloud erupted.
However, the original hill has long since disappeared, replaced by a huge white skeleton.
Judging from the size, it is no different from the original mountain. From this, we can easily judge that there has never been any hill, but this Kun bone has always been here.
It's just that it was previously covered by dust that fell year after year. Later, green grass grew on the dust, making this place look the same as the surrounding grasslands, completely covering up everything here.
Of course, before the white bones, there was probably a complete Kun corpse for a long period of time. Only then could it have the ability to carry fallen dust and maintain the yin and yang strange energy.
But all this can only be speculation until now, and everything has become history.
It's a pity that this move that he worked so hard to achieve still failed to completely erase the traces he left, leaving only white bones lying here.
"I didn't expect that Kun, a strong man of a generation, would be so lonely after his death. Is this the final destination of monks like us?" Dewey sighed.
"No matter how magnificent you are, you may be the best in the world, but you will never be able to withstand the ravages of time."
"Even if you once amazed an era and left behind countless legends, you will still find corpses on the roadside and withered bones in the graves."
"The strong will fall, the legends will disappear, the spirit will be difficult to pass on, and the body is destined to disappear between heaven and earth! Alas -" he sighed.
Then Dewey poured a bowl of wine and sprinkled it on the ground while sighing, as a way of respecting and paying tribute to the strong man who passed away in front of him.
His words and actions suddenly made the atmosphere in the venue become heavy.
Especially at this time, the cool wind blowing from the grassland mountains added to the feeling of desolation.
In this atmosphere, we had no intention of talking. We all imitated Dewey and bowed to the complete Kun skeleton.
"Well... I want to say that this Kun bone is also a good weapon refining material. Now that we have encountered it, we shouldn't waste it, right?" After a long time, the memorial ceremony was completed, but the feeling of desolation had not completely dissipated.
, Shen Tuye suddenly asked.
As his words came out, the Kungu in front of him suddenly became different, as if he had suddenly transformed from a rotten tree on the roadside into a pillar in the hall, which was extremely precious.
We looked at the Kungu in front of us with burning eyes, but in our hearts we were thinking - What kind of strong man? What kind of memorial? What kind of respect? What kind of desolation? Let’s all go to his side!
Now, whoever stops me from getting rich will be the end of it!
"Of course! This is our destiny, how can we not take it!" Unexpectedly, even Dewey agreed simply, which was completely different from his attitude when he paid homage to Kun a moment ago.
You know, we are afraid that he will have other opinions at this moment!
Looking at our confused looks, he laughed loudly and said: "I just paid tribute to him out of respect for a generation of strong men, and also to lament the final destination of monks like us."
"But this does not prevent us from obtaining our own creations! And the biggest creation in front of us is naturally this Kun bone."
"I believe it must have been specially left to us by our seniors as a way of caring for us juniors and as a final contribution to the entire world of immortality."
"The most meaningful thing is to sacrifice these Kun bones so that our predecessors can be with us, bring out the light of cultivating immortals, and carry forward the tradition of monks."
"I believe this is what he meant. In this case, senior can be regarded as having a different kind of eternal life!"
"Of course, if we are destined, some of us may be able to comprehend and restore the supreme supernatural powers of our predecessors from these bones."
"If we can really achieve that step, I think even if the senior dies, he will leave with a smile on his face."
"Because his broken inheritance will be continued on this land, and his spirit and ideas can be regarded as successors!"
"Unintentionally calling me an ancestor, my senior can rest in peace under the Nine Springs!"
Unexpectedly, Dewey actually said a lot of things eloquently, but his face was so serious and serious that we were not sure what he meant.
"Senior Brother Du, are you sure that what you just said is not a eulogy? For a senior who has never met and is even an enemy to a certain extent, what about it?" I asked.
"That's it! That's it! Besides, who wants to learn his inheritance of yin and yang strange energy? It's all illusion, all kinds of imaginary. Let alone enlightenment, even if it is given to me, I don't want it!" Shen Tuye also shouted, staring.
Look at the Kungu Harazi and others in front of you.
"I think these moves still have some merit..." Xiang Yuan said quietly, looking at Kun Gu with eyes that were also full of fire.
"Hahaha... I'm just saying that! I'm used to presiding over all kinds of ceremonies in the academy. Don't be surprised if I lost my control for a moment!" Dewey said with a smile.
Then he looked at Xiang Yue meaningfully and changed the subject: "I didn't ask you to really learn the inheritance of that senior. I can't stand the weird yin and yang."
"However, the illusion technique in it does have some merits. If you think it is useful, you can learn from it." He said.
"Anyway, this is also a little exploration and accumulation of senior Cai Xukun on the road of cultivation!"
"Okay, let's do it! Grab whatever part you need quickly!" Dewey said with a smile, then turned into a stream of light and rushed forward first. (To be continued)