Chapter 27 The Primary Realm of "B"

The continuous desolation, the melancholy that can't be seen at a glance.

In the bright sunlight, the two are hurried towards the east.

Looking at the season, when it is early autumn, the sky is high and refreshing. On both sides of the narrow road is an endless but desolate field. Occasionally, you can see a small piece of crops that is about to be harvested. In addition, it is still desolate.

The former carried a bundle of thorns and sweated, while the latter walked slowly behind him, carrying a sickle and wearing a farmer's shirt. The two have traveled more than 30 miles, but the nearest town is still more than 70 miles away. Seeing that the sun has fallen obliquely towards the west, it seems that they will not be able to catch up with that town tonight.

In the field, rabbits and so on rushed out from time to time, but when they saw the knife flash, the hare fell down unconsciously. This wind-based magic core-enhanced sickle is indeed a necessary killing weapon for home travel. It can actually not cause any air fluctuations, and even the user's breath. This is why Murong Xiaoxian can't feel Gandhi's hidden breath!

carrying a few hares casually, Murong Xiaoxian is also thinking about giving someone something while thinking about dinner. After all, there is nothing outside at this moment, the real four are empty, and the bag is shy. Of course, even if it is full of gold, there is no place to spend money here. After all, the hare is at least a game.

The distance of more than 100 miles was nothing, but Murong Xiaoxian deliberately walked slowly. He hoped to see Su Muqi stepping on a flying sword in the sky, but he never disappeared. These 500 miles of radius is really not small!

Finally, after moving forward for more than 20 miles, the sky gradually darkened.

"Let's take a break." Murong Xiaoxian sighed, and there was a faint feeling of loss in his heart. It seemed that he would definitely not see Su Muqi tonight.

Gandhi put down the thorns and took a long breath. For more than 60 years of luck to resist the spikes of the thorns, which also made Gandhi almost exhausted his physical strength.

"You go find some dead branches. After roasting the hares, we must get to the town within three hours." Murong Xiaoxian said that the sickle in his hand did not stop peeling the two hares and removing the internal organs, and then picked them up with a sickle.

Gandhi picked up some dead branches, but saw that the handle of the sickle was inserted into the ground by Murong Xiaoxian, and the blade was parallel to the ground. Fortunately, the blade of the sickle was long enough to carry two hares.

Gandi put the dead branches on the ground, and Murong Xiaoxian put them up one by one, exactly like a picnic in his previous life. He set them up like a simple barbecue. With a slight bounce of his left hand, a small flame shot out and lit the dead branches.

Not long, a pungent aroma came out. Murong Xiaoxian carefully roasted the hare and roasted it until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat was golden. It seems that his barbecue has not fallen off yet!

Murong Xiaoxian threw a rabbit to Gandhi, and he grabbed the other one, looked at the most delicious place where he felt roasted, and began to bite himself until he finished half of it and wiped his mouth, but heard a grunting sound in his stomach. Gandhi was looking at him eagerly, and his saliva had already flowed several times. The foot is long.

"Hmm? Haven't you had enough yet?" Murong Xiaoxian asked in surprise that Gandhi's appetite was not small.

"You haven't given it to me yet!" Gandhi looked at the half rabbit in Murong Xiaoxian's hand and swallowed a mouthful of water fiercely.

"I just threw one to you!" Murong Xiaoxian is very confident in his method. The two rabbits are roasted just right, and it is also a beautiful game without any seasoning.

"You didn't give it to me..." Gandhi defended in a low voice.

This time it was Murong Xiaoxian's turn to be surprised. Didn't Gandhi see himself roasting two hares, and now there is only one left? You can't even make such a simple calculation, can you?

Murong Xiaoxian turned his head and looked at the sickle. The hare was still hanging on the sickle, but some tender and good meat had disappeared. This time it was Murong Xiaoxian's turn to be surprised!

"Who is the master? Why can't you sneak out to speak? Murong Xiaoxian got up and drank it. He waved the sickle in his hand, and a dark silver knife light crossed the night sky.

"Haha, this little brother is good at craftsmanship, but he has a bad temper!" A heroic voice sounded, and Gandhi's face suddenly changed color and he sat on the ground.

A tall and thin man came over, and the most conspicuous was the silver moon at his printing hall!

In his hand, he grabbed half of the hare that had been gnawed and was looking at Murong Xiaoxian carefully.

"You robbed my hare?" Murong Xiaoxian frowned and was angry for no reason.

"Oh? This little brother, won't you give me a copy of the hare with my weapon? You can't even reason, can you?" The man smiled cheerfully, but Murong Xiaoxian was surprised.

Is it possible that you have been followed by this man for a long time?

Moon string? Is he the moon string? Seeing Gandhi's face of fear, Murong Xiaoxian initially confirmed his idea.

" boss, I was wrong..." Gandhi's face was full of despair, trembling like a sieve.

"Well, Gandhi, you are really not a man. Since you dare to touch my weapon, you should have the courage to fight with me to the death!" Yuexian was a little angry, but stretched out his hand to Murong Xiaoxian.

Murong Xiaoxian casually handed the sickle to Yuexian, and Yuexian nodded with satisfaction.

"I have to thank this little brother. If you hadn't destroyed the closed formation of the sickle of the dead, I wouldn't have felt its breath! Tonight, it came back in time!" Yuexian smiled faintly, and the sickle of the dead danced gently and actually made a cheerful cry!

Seeing Murong Xiaoxian's confused face, Yuexian smiled softly.

"Little brother, I've been with you for a long time. I know that you want this evil beast to plead guilty this time, and you also have the idea of defecting to me. Naturally, I welcome you! As for why I can track you, it is because this weapon integrates my life and blood, and I can feel its existence within a hundred miles. Of course, this is not an ordinary blade. It is alive. It can continue to grow in battle, absorb the power of life, and constantly transform. Look at its current appearance, but it has absorbed the lives of hundreds of monsters!"

Living blade? A blade that can continue to grow in battle?

Will this sickle really be the same as a human?

"I'm Murong Xiaoxian, I've met the eldest moon!" Murong Xiaoxian was busy holding his fist.

Speaking of which, I really can't figure out the strength of the little brother. Since this seal can be destroyed, but there is no internal strength on it. Looking at this evil obstacle's fear of you, I think your strength should be good, right?" Yuexian knew nothing and clearly pointed out the characteristics of Murong Xiaoxian.

"To tell you the truth, I can't practice because of my special physique. After spending some years in jade, I have to go down the mountain to find another way out." Murong Xiaoxian said half-truthly and half-falsely, as for Xianyu's name, it is naturally hidden. There are countless disciples who go up and down the mountain every year, and no one will pay attention to an ordinary person.

"Oh, so that's it. No wonder the little brother can shoot a flame with one finger, which almost made me mistakenly think it was the samadhi fire sent by the sage." Yuexian smiled and said, "However, the little brother's physical fitness is extremely amazing, and I'm afraid it won't be much weaker than us."

"Let's go and follow me to Guangming Town. You evil, I'll settle accounts with you when I finish tomorrow night's affairs!" Yuexian carried the sickle of the dead on his back and led the way in front of him. People fluttered like the wind, but there was no resistance from the wind.

Wind weapon, wind suit, wind-like body! Murong Xiaoxian secretly praised that this moon string was indeed the best at the peak of martial arts, and he was worthy of being the leader of demon hunting! It can be seen that the biggest reliance of this month is the wind-like body!

The moon string galloped on the road like the wind, which was dozens of feet away in a blink of an eye, while Gandhi was hungry, desperately urging internal forces and chasing behind.

Guangming Town, the name is good and full of hope.

Thinking of Shi Xiaoman's original body method, Murong Xiaoxian suddenly realized that since there is no internal force to exert, the previous light methods are all invalid. Just use his body!

After taking a deep breath, Murong Xiaoxian began to learn to use the maximum impact of the soles of his feet and the ground. He jumped lightly. At first, his movements were a little clumsy, but he slowly found the mystery, slowly entered the realm of selflessness, and finally merged with the surrounding environment. It seems that all the movements are natural, and it seems that there is a huge driving force between inhaling and exhaling. As a result, there is no waste of physical strength and following the moon string closely!

The corner of Yuexian's eyes swept past, and his heart was slightly shocked. Then he felt that Murong Xiaoxian's body seemed to contain some kind of reason, but he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, maintaining a consistent speed and galloping towards the bright town.

Murong Xiaoxian didn't know that he unconsciously embarked on a new realm of practice at this moment, and the entry of the body!

And the initial inducement was the last rush of Shi Xiaoman. After his own practice, Murong Xiaoxian suddenly felt the wonderfulness of it, and vaguely felt that the practice of desperately practicing internal strength was a little far away! The human body is originally the epitome of the universe. It is originally the greatest treasure with unlimited potential. Every cell is accompanied by huge energy between every breath, but instead of developing it, it is used as a tool to cultivate some internal force!

The realm of "body" is based on the potential contained in one's own body, integrates with the surrounding environment through spiritual integration, absorbs the power of the environment between breathing, and achieves the purpose of rapid movement, and the highest realm of "body" is that it can be achieved in a small range. Instant transfer, but the only drawback is that it requires extremely strong spiritual power to drive it.

However, the biggest disadvantage of this method is that it requires strong spiritual power, and there are not too many people with superhuman spiritual power. Murong Xiaoxian is an alternative. The soul of his previous life is immortal, and he has gained new soul energy in this life. Especially after nearly 20 years of forbearance, he unconsciously cultivated his spiritual power to a new level.

What's more blessed by misfortune is that after losing all his internal strength, he was instructed by the epileptic Taoist, and the road of practice became clear again. As the saying goes, he knew whether it was a blessing or not.

The only regret for Murong Xiaoxian is that he does not know how to enhance his spiritual power, let alone how to maximize the effect of his spiritual power. Listening to the Taoist, only the Zen Robbery Temple has some similar skills. Originally, most of the monks' practice is meditation, epiphany, and abandoning meat. He flew up to become a Buddha, but his way back to the mountain was broken.

It seems that there is still a long way to go that I need to explore in the future, but maybe I can take an unusual road!

With a little understanding, Murong Xiaoxian easily surpassed Gandhi and was only three feet away from the moon string.