Chapter 1129： Huang Fugui's broken thoughts

Wang Mingren frowned. As far as he knew, he was trapped in a place of absolute spirituality and basically had to wait for death.

He can't use mana now, even if he encounters a bigger beast, he is an opponent. After all, he is a mortal now, let alone mana, he can't even use his spiritual sense, he is just an ordinary mortal.

He looked at Huang Fugui with a hint of vigilance. Huang Fugui is a loose cultivator, and he has hidden weapons in his hands. If he really fights, he is definitely not Huang Fugui's opponent.

It is necessary to guard against others. Although Huang Fugui is notoriously greedy for life and fear of death, no one can guarantee that he will not have crooked thoughts.

"In the land of absolute spirit, if you can't use mana, only fools will kill their companions. I'm not that stupid. It's fine if someone speaks. You haven't been trapped by the ban for 20 years. You don't know how you feel, you can't cultivate, and If no one talks to you, people will go crazy."

Huang Fugui said meaningfully, and walked forward.

"Huang Daoyou, where are you going?"

"Find a way, you can't stay here and wait to die! The space of Zi Huoyuan is extremely unstable, maybe there will be a way out! If you don't want to die, let's go together!"

Huang Fugui explained briefly and walked forward.

Wang Mingren hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed.

This space is very large. They have no mana and consciousness, so they can only move forward aimlessly. The most troublesome thing is that they have become mortals. If there is no food, they will starve to death here. It is the terrifying part of the land of the dead.

A month later, on a desolate mountain, Wang Mingren and Huang Fugui were sitting among a pile of rocks. Huang Fugui looked comfortable and optimistic. Wang Mingren frowned and looked sad.

They walked for a month, not to mention other immortal cultivators, not even a single monster.

Wang Mingren's stomach growled, and he felt that he had no strength and was hungry.

Huang Fugui took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a yellow pill to take, handed the porcelain bottle to Wang Mingren, and said, "This is a bigu pill, take it and take it slowly! One bigu pill, you don't need to eat for a month, it's enough. You've used it for a year."

Wang Mingren's face was a little strange, and he asked in doubt, "How many bigu pills do you have on you?"

Huang Fugui is notoriously greedy for life and fear of death. At this time, Bigu Pill can be said to be a life-saving thing. Huang Fugui is so generous?

"Hey, I've been worried about this situation for a long time. The bigu pill on me is enough for us to eat for decades. Then again, you monks from the Xiuxian family or the Xiuxian sect don't have much sense of worry at all. This old man has long considered it. Various possibilities, you probably only bought maps and antidote pills, you won't carry a lot of bigu pills and antidote pills with you at all."

"You all come from extraordinary backgrounds, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking since you were born, there is no need, and you will not come to such a dangerous place as Zihuoyuan. Zongmen can provide you with the resources you need to cultivate immortals, as long as you can accumulate enough contribution points, It’s not like we practise loosely, eat and sleep in the open air, and even the exercises we cultivate are incomplete, let alone other things.”

Huang Fugui said as he walked. He seemed to be speaking to Wang Mingren, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's not enough to sleep in the wind and eat it! Don't the major sects have opened a market? Isn't it enough for you to go to the market to make a living? If you have a skill, are you afraid that you can't support yourself?"

Wang Mingren said casually, as soon as he said it, he regretted it. Loose cultivators were not even complete in their cultivation techniques, let alone possessing a skill.

Huang Fugui laughed at himself and said, "One skill? Who doesn't want it? How many of them can succeed? There is a job in Fangshi, and that is enough for us to maintain a basic life. It's better to go to the world and be a local emperor, and live happily."

"In order to go further in the immortal journey, most of our scattered cultivators make a living by hunting monsters, tying our heads on the belts of our trousers to earn a living, and finally accumulated a little spiritual stone, you let us learn the skills? It's good to learn. Okay, if you don’t study well, you have to start all over again. Do you think hunting monsters is easy? If you are not careful, you will lose your life. We hunt monsters to earn spirit stones. Lots of good stuff."

"I know a few loose cultivators at the stage of forming pills. They didn't know how much hardship they had to cultivate to reach the ninth level of pill forming. In order to form a baby, they had to go to Zihuoyuan to find a spiritual artifact. Unfortunately, they died in the fourth stage. In the mouth of the monsters, if I hadn't run fast, I would have died like them."

Huang Fugui sighed, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Wang Mingren was silent. He and Huang Fugui were people from two different worlds. They grew up in different environments. He couldn't understand what Huang Fugui did, and he couldn't agree.

As a Jiedan cultivator, it's nothing to be polite to fellow cultivators, but Huang Fugui is afraid and makes people smile everywhere, and Wang Mingren is deeply ashamed.

"I know you look down on me and think I'm ashamed. You have never been hungry, and you don't know what it feels like to be hungry. I just want to live. Only by living can I try to do more. How much face is worth? You never know your parents starve to death. What does it feel like to be in front of you, you have never seen people eat people, you have never eaten tree bark, you have never been worried about what to wear since you were a kid, and it's normal for you to value your face."

Huang Fugui stretched his waist and lay on the ground, looking at the white clouds in the sky, with a pleasant expression on his face.

Wang Mingren was silent for a while, and asked, "If you could start over, would you still cultivate immortals? Would you still become a loose cultivator?"

"Of course I can cultivate immortals. If I don't cultivate immortals, I will be arrested for robbing the tomb sooner or later. If I cultivate immortals As long as I don't provoke cultivators of powerful forces, then there will be no problem. If it's a big deal, I will run away. If I can't beat it, I will run away. , Or loose cultivation, you have joined the sect, can you quit halfway? The higher the cultivation, the more constraints you will be subject to. If you can start over, will you still join the Taiyi Immortal Sect? Or stay in the family?"

Wang Mingren was silent for a while, and sighed: "I should be able to join the sect! But time will not go back, there is no regret medicine in the world, and I don't know what happened to Feng'er. I hope she is okay!"

Ximen Feng's cultivation is not as good as his, and he is worried that Ximen Feng will be in danger.

"You still think about yourself! If we can't get out of this ghost place, we'll turn into a pair of bones after eating the Bigu Pill. Well, let's continue on our way! I hope we can find a way out."

Huang Fugui stood up, patted the dust on his body, and walked down the mountain.

Wang Mingren sighed and quickly followed.

At the foot of the mountain was a vast gray forest, the leaves of the trees were sparse, and the thick trunks were covered with sharp thorns.

Before long, they disappeared into the gray forest.