Chapter 670

A year later, a middle-aged man in rags emerged from the edge of the desert.

His face is full of vicissitudes, his head is full of teeth. Sometimes he looks up at the front, sometimes he focuses on the desert without any trace. Step by step, he gradually walks out of the desert.

Occasionally the breeze blows, will blow open the forehead Peng hair, exposed a pair of resolute eyes, but the vicissitudes in the eyes but not the essence.

The edge of the desert is in sight, and the Gobi is in front of us.

No matter who it is at this time, it should be excited and cheered.

But Yi Heng is very calm in his heart.

The cracks in Dantian did not mend, but did not increase.

Just hanging in the field of elixir, slightly smaller than a millionth, if not carefully, really not very difficult to find.

But he knew it himself.

Even if you don't take the initiative to use mana, in order to maintain longevity yuan and maintain the body, the mana is also reduced by a fraction.

Now, he does not know how long this state can last, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years.

However, if the cracks are not repaired as soon as possible, it will be of no use to him, no matter for ten years or a hundred years.

Fortunately, the power of the soul and the formula of body building have not been affected.

On this earth, no one can threaten his life.

The biggest threat is not the escaping Tianzhou and dise, but the hidden Shentu heaven.

The universe and the earth are Dharma practices. The soul and the body refining formula will not break through five levels as he did. Therefore, as long as they do not break through the realm of Yuanying, they will bring only a little threat. How can he care?

On the earth, it is absolutely impossible to break through the primordial period with this lack of aura.

The only worry is Shen Tu Tian.

After thinking about this, he was relieved.

As long as he doesn't show up on his own initiative and doesn't enter the monastic world, Shentu Tian will not find himself easily even though the earth is small.

What's more, there are five layers of soul power in the body. Even if we meet, we will surely have the power to fight.

But after a year of independent reflection, he clearly has the strength to sling his opponent. Why would he be confused and injured twice?

Finally, it turns out that it was the force of the five layers of soul that caused the disaster.

If he had not crushed his opponent with five layers of soul power, would he have been careless again and again?

Therefore, he decided to return to the earth without using all the abilities of the immortal practitioners before repairing the crevasse in the elixir field, so that he could remember the consequences of his carelessness and treat all the practitioners with the care of mortals.

In the course of a year, I experienced countless sandstorms and experienced the feeling of dying of thirst several times.

When I can't hold on to it, I also want to release the power of the soul, resist the sky and easily cross the desert.

But after all, he held back.

Without such a heavy lesson and self punishment, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one will die in the hands of an opponent whose strength is weaker than himself, just like all those who die in their own hands.

"Click."

Step by step, he walked out of the desert, into the Gobi, and into the grassland.

In addition to the general, he did not want to go back to xiqichang's history.

In history, Ji Chang returned to Xiqi and made great efforts to govern the country. It took him 20 years to recover his reputation.

By then, his life had come to an end.

After his death, Jifa inherited the position of Xibo marquis. With the help of Jiang Ziya, he first took over all the small vassal states around Xiqi, and beat the soldiers to death.

After that, they raised their troops to attack the merchants.

His eyes were green, and his heart was at ease.

For more than a year, the yellow desert is a lifeless and barren land. At this time, even the grass and insects make him feel comfortable.

Slightly discern the direction, the forehead long hair, eyes straight ahead, toward the depths of the grassland.

After a month's walking on the grassland, he gradually forgot the yellow sand.

And the most emotional is that he began to adapt to see the world with the eyes of ordinary people.

Suddenly, he understood.

This kind of heart and state may be needed for the so-called understanding of Tao and the operation of heaven and earth.

It would be a wrong way to face the world blindly as an immortal.

There is the fragrance of grass and the flow of shallow rivers.

There are traces of rabbits and wolves, and there are also eagles flying in the blue sky.

He crossed countless rivers and secretly counted wild sheep galloping on the grassland. He found that he had gradually forgotten his identity as an immortal and began to adapt to the life of mortals.

I feel that my heart is quiet and comfortable, as if I am about to blend into the grassland and the heaven and earth.

Although, the cracks in the field of elixir should make any one of them urgent.

"This, perhaps, is the real practice." He narrowed his eyes and looked out at the distance between the grassland and the sky.There is a snow covered mountain range, it seems to have reached the end of the grassland.

Maybe if you cross the mountains, you will return to the secular world, and you will face all kinds of infighting and involuntarily.

He felt that he had not enjoyed enough of the peace.

So he slowed down, but looked up at a hill ten miles away.

A man hiding in the deep grass, seems to be watching something under the hill.

"Haloxylon..."

Walking on the grass, he made a sound of "shuttle" and walked slowly towards the hill.

"Maybe someone can ask the way is also good, at least to know that after the vast mountains, in the end is not human."

Since he saw people, he would not escape.

There will be an end to self-cultivation. Avoiding is absolutely not the way.

In my ears, I occasionally heard the roar and shout coming from the wind, and even the sound of weapons colliding with each other.

He couldn't help being curious.

Since we are used to the life of mortals, we should also have the curiosity of ordinary people, and we should use the naked eyes and ears of ordinary people to see and listen.

So a mile later, he found that it was not an adult climbing in the grass, but a child nearly ten years old.

The child did not find him, or the scene under the hill was so wonderful that he had no time to worry about his death.

The sound of the weapons' intersection is getting closer and closer, and the roar and curse begin to turn into a scream.

Yi Heng was still not in a hurry until he was heard by the child when he approached two feet.

Climbing in the grass body suddenly a shock, holding the right hand in the waist pinch more tightly.

Around his waist, a small dagger seemed to be scabbard the next moment, but the child still did not look back, pretending that he did not know that there was someone behind him.

He had to cough gently to remind the child not to mess around.

With a slight cough, the child's body vibrated again, and his left hand was forced to support the ground. The whole person instantly bounced up from the ground, "brush", and a white blade was drawn towards his neck.

Yi Heng's eyes do not blink, his heart secretly praise.

The light of the white blade touched his neck in an instant. He didn't want to move at all. He let the dagger stroke it, but naturally it was like cutting on the refined iron and breaking in two.

But he was afraid to frighten the child, so when he saw the child's dark eyes, the color of pride and pity had just flashed, he stretched out his right hand.

"Pain!"

The right hand seems to have been there all the time, gently grasping the child's wrist, the dagger fell instantly, and the cry burst out of the throat!

The child's right wrist is like being clamped by a pair of tongs, and the whole person is suspended in the air with feet standing on the ground.

His face turned pale and his forehead was sweating. But after a scream, he clenched his teeth and stopped shouting.

It's not fear, but surprise and worship.

Yi Heng's right hand is released gently, and the child falls to the ground again. His left hand covers his right wrist, and his eyes are still fixed on him.

He looks down, but he looks down, and he turns his head.

Facing the setting sun, I don't know if he can see clearly, but Yi Heng finds that he even reaches out his right hand, waves to himself, and then makes a hissing gesture.

On the wrist of the right hand, five blue and purple marks are obvious.

Yi Heng is a little embarrassed for a moment. The meaning of looking at a child is that he wants to let himself climb on the edge of the hill and watch the fight below.

Didn't he know that by his height, he could see clearly the fight below?

But he did not refuse, slowly squat down, hands on the ground, slowly climbing on the grass, and then crawling forward, until with the child side by side.

The child's face was happy with a smile, but then he was startled by the sound of weapons below. He suddenly turned his head and looked down.

Yi Heng looks at both sides of the fight below.

Forty or fifty people, all driving around the circle, holding up the machete, trying to chop at each other.

It is difficult to distinguish the two sides because the clothing of the forty-five people is not very different.

But Yi Heng's eyes congealed and he said in his heart, "grassland nationality?"

Hair hair, livestock fur clothes, machete in hand, horseback fight.

A wild, ferocious and heroic atmosphere of the grassland, even more than ten miles away, also head-on.

But instead of staring at the fighting below, he looked up at the snow covered mountains thousands of miles away, and his eyes showed a look of contemplation.

"Dad..."

Next to the child a cry, will be deep in thought he woke up, he can not help turning his head to look at the little boy.

However, seeing the child, he turned his head, apologized to him, and looked at the bottom of the hill without blinking.

Yi Heng has no choice but to look down.

Even if the mana can't move at this time, the divine sense is not released, but those seemingly dangerous fights below are too naive for him.If you look at the information, you will know that one party is in an absolute weak position. I am afraid that without half a cup of tea, you will leave several corpses and flee.

Therefore, although his eyes were fixed on the bottom, his mind did not know where to fly.

"Daddy, run!"

The sound of the blade gradually faded away, and the child's voice woke him up again. He opened his eyes and saw that he was riding forty or fifty, chasing and fleeing to the end of the snow covered grassland.

"Distinguished guest, are you from there?" To his surprise, the child stood up, bowed down and asked him.

He sat up and was about the height of the child and looked at the child.