Chapter 974

Where powerful friars can't live, but flutes live well.

It can only be explained that she is really because of her unusual physique that she can survive in the environment with rich aura.

Those strange and mysterious people or things that Zhou Hao saw in the forbidden zone of the middle and western territories of the Dalao kingdom are precisely because they have a constitution that can get along well with rich aura, not because they all have strong cultivation strength.

Zhou Hao still vaguely remembered that when the shepherd boy saw it, he seemed to be frightened.

That kind of panic is the fear of strangers and invaders.

"Before I came to haotianjie, I asked Daqingzi and ergouzi to investigate the forbidden area. Ah, now I think about it, is this an invasion?"

Zhou Hao sighed.

Because at that time, he didn't know that spirituality would kill friars, so naturally he didn't think of so many things. Naturally, he thought that the people and things there were mysterious.

However, it is not necessarily a bad thing to let Daqingzi and ergouzi investigate.

With their cultivation, they can't carry the strong aura in the forbidden area. But if they are willing to practice near the forbidden area, they will surely absorb more pure and rich aura. What's good for practice?

It is also a kind of creation.

As long as Daqingzi and ergouzi have reached the point where they can fly to the sky, they will naturally choose to fly up, and they will not insist on exploring the situation in the forbidden area.

It's the Peach Blossom Land of others. It's the best to keep in awe.

It explains why there are people in the penalty area, but where do those people come from?

This is another question of extreme fear.

Zhou Hao doesn't want to think about it any more. The more you think about it, the more questions you will come up with. At the end of the day, he even thinks it's bullshit.

I don't know how long he walked in the barren land. He looked around and saw that he was still in a deserted land.

This is a loess slope like place, very dry, the ground has cobweb like cracks.

However, it is dry and cracked, which is the kind of land that has not been moistened by water for a long time, and finally dries to burst open.

This is the land.

Zhou Hao suddenly remembered that he had never seen rain since he came to this Haotian world.

I haven't seen a rain.

Of course, because there is no rotation of night and day in this ghost place, he has no idea how long he has spent here.

One day? A week? one month? a year? Five years? decade?

I don't want to. This is a result that I can't think of.

Before, it could predict the time by the length of its beard. But once, when he fell into practice and forgot to wake up, the flute helped him shave his beard many times. Therefore, after that time, he lost his concept of time.

Now he, inexplicably, has a feeling of "muddling along", that is, that kind of decadent feeling of living together.

It's a terrible thing to have no concept of time.

Zhou Hao, these friars, are relatively long-lived people. But if those ordinary people do not have the concept of time and can't control themselves and self-discipline, how terrible is their life?

Zhou Hao stopped and sighed heavily. Inexplicably, he felt a sense of powerlessness as he walked