A quiet night, just like this, at this moment, inside the Great Zhoutian Pagoda—
Ling Feng was refreshed and refreshed. His injury had been consolidated by Shen Lei before, but he had been in a coma.
However, at some point, he was already in the Great Zhoutian Tower and woke up.
At this time, he was still full of doubts. For him, this is a mysterious space, and the spars floating in the sky make him curious.
He didn't know where he was, and he couldn't break out from here.
In desperation, boring, Ling Feng recalled that he was defeated tragically by Mu Fengling, he clenched his fists, and felt dissatisfied.
A fierce energy surged into his heart, and Ling Feng chose to practice martial arts in this mysterious space.
What shocked him was that the concentration of spiritual energy here was more than ten times that of the outside world. His cultivation base climbed extremely fast here. Unknowingly, he had reached the initial peak of the spiritual map realm. Only a little bit, he could break through. Mid-term!
At this moment, his strength is at least twice as powerful as before!
With the increase in strength, speed, and strength have all increased dramatically.
When he felt that he had encountered a bottleneck and couldn't improve his aura again for three or five days, he chose to give up and began to seriously understand the shadow bloodline.
Ling Feng concentrated on thinking about why he failed.
In fact, the reason is very simple. He has not been strong enough. His blood is suitable for assassination, but Mu Fengling cannot be restrained.
If he has an absolutely powerful strength, then there is no need to complete a battle opportunistically.
However, Ling Feng also has his own pride!
The shadow bloodline, the rarest bloodline in the world, does not have a level. With the promotion of strength, the bloodline can evolve.
If Yue Wushuang's celestial bloodline is the potential of the celestial-human realm, then he Lingfeng, as long as he has enough chance and sufficient will, he can continue to break through with unlimited potential.
Now, Ling Feng's blood can't suppress Mu Fengling, doesn't mean that he still can't suppress it in the future.
At this moment, he released the blood of the shadow, a phantom like real and illusion, sticking behind him, just like him.
His body, in the space of this tower, hides his figure at a surprisingly fast speed, shuttles back and forth, up and down, left and right, like a black light, continuously, the speed is closely linked, faster and faster!
For a long time... Ling Feng stopped moving his body, closed his eyes, and said intently: "It turns out that my shadow invisibility technique has always been flawed. The real invisibility is the world without me!"
Ling Feng's heart moved, and his body instantly turned into nothingness, disappearing in place, without any breath...
In Uncle Li's home, Luo Xingchen was lying on the quilt-paved floor. He was in a coma for a long time, and his eyes were slightly open at the moment.
A vague scene appeared in front of him, dizzy and unable to see clearly.
After a while, his eyes opened wider and wider, and eventually these blurred scenes became clear.
It turned out that this place was a wooden house. The order of these houses was so simple and simple. Compared with his bedroom in Luoshenfu, it was a far cry.
"Hey! Young man! You finally woke up!" The voice of a middle-aged uncle rang in his ears.
Immediately, three or four heads and seven or eight eyes appeared in front of his eyes.
Luo Xingchen was taken aback and sat up abruptly.
Suddenly, his head was stunned and shook twice before returning to normal.
At this time, he finally saw clearly that there was a pair of middle-aged men in the room, a teenager about twelve years old, and a girl who was only four or five years old.
They all have one thing in common. The clothes on their bodies are extremely simple and in tatters.
"Boss!" In the yard, Lan Yuan felt Luo Xingchen wake up. He was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to throw away his hoof and rushed in like a gust of wind!
"Ding jingle!" The whole house was thrown off by a hurricane, causing pots and pans to fall to the ground, making it messy.
Lan Yuan quickly settled down, gasping for breath, and was extremely pleasantly surprised.
"Big brother... I'm waiting for you to thank the flowers!" Lan Yuan mumbled, lying at the door with a pitiful appearance.
Luo Xingchen was startled, and immediately got out of bed, chuckled lightly, pressed on Lan Yuan's neck, and said calmly: "Nothing can hold me back, I'm back!"
Uncle Li, his wife, and Brother Dong were all dumbfounded.
They had never imagined that the majestic beast in their eyes would turn into such a well-behaved appearance in front of this young man.
This is really a huge contrast.
"Hehe, Master Shenji is so cute!" Xuan'er stepped on her little feet and ran over, rubbing Lan Yuan's head recklessly. Lan Yuan was speechless with a black line.
It can't wait to speak, roaring loudly: I'm not an adult! You are eating too much chicken!
Luo Xingchen's expression was also a bit awkward. He has been falling asleep, naturally he doesn't know what has happened these days.
At this time, Brother Dong stared at Luo Xingchen with strong curiosity, and asked: "What is the relationship between you?"
Luo Xingchen blurted out, with a smile on his face: "This is my brother!"
"Woo..." Lan Yuan nodded vigorously, almost obediently.
"Uh..." Brother Dong was dumbfounded, and Uncle Li and his wife were also petrified in an instant.
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After half a day, Luo Xingchen strolled in the courtyard leisurely, feeling a moment of comfort in his heart.
He listened to these days from Lan Yuan's mouth, and he was deeply moved by the local customs of this small mountain village.
This is really a group of simple and unpretentious people. Although they don't have any strength, they live very peacefully. There are no secular disputes, and some just love each other.
When Lan Yuan said that it had taken the initiative to kill two spirit beasts and rewarded these villagers, he carried a little pride in his heart.
Luo Xingchen nodded in relief and stroked Lan Yuan's forehead: "Good boy, you are doing the right thing. If you change to me, you will do the same!"
"Hey... However, these people are too stupid. They always call me the lord of the beast, and they almost treat me as a god. I'm really not used to it!"
Lan Yuan raised his forefoot, scratching the back of his head, helplessly said.
Just as they communicated freely with their consciousness, a strange loud laughter came from outside the courtyard wall not far away, and it sounded like an abnormal person.
"Ha-ha-ha-see this uncle call for rain, thunder is falling from the sky!"
The sound was too weird, Luo Xingchen frowned and immediately got up and walked outside.
Lan Yuan shook his head and waved his tail, followed closely behind.
They found that Uncle Li and Brother Dong, father and son, were standing solemnly at the door, staring at a path outside the door.
Luo Xingchen said politely: "Uncle, what's the matter, who is yelling?"
Brother Dong curled his lips and sighed: "That idiot, it's time to pretend to be a ghost again."
"Who?" Luo Xingchen's eyes flickered, very curious.
Uncle Li calmly said: "It's nothing, this man has been here for more than a year, and I don't know where he comes from. He seems to be a lunatic, and there is no logic in his words. Every day we yell at some weird things. Anyway, we are I don't understand."
Hearing this, Luo Xingchen walked out the door calmly, turning his head to look forward.
I saw a young man with disheveled hair in a beggar costume, holding a wicker in his hand, waving at a chaotic pace, his expression still so serious.
"Tian Lei! Down and down! Kill you ruthless bastards! This world should be destroyed!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This crazy young man, his beard seems to have not been shaved for so many years, and he hangs down to his shoulders. At first glance, he looks like a hundred-year-old old man.
But as long as you carefully observe his skin, you can find that this is actually a young man, and he may not even be in his forties!
The behavior of this young man is indeed not like a normal person, and can only be described as madness.
And his body, like these villagers, did not have the slightest aura of fluctuations. Therefore, Luo Xingchen had no doubt that this was an ordinary person.
"Hey! It's raining! Thunder! God, why don't you listen to my orders? Are you looking for death? This seat, you dare to offend!"
The crazy young man stared at the sky, pointed at the sky and cursed.
The wicker in his hand waved and waved, but it was useless at all.
The weather is still sunny and cloudless.
The lunatic young man gritted his teeth with a grim face: "Wow! Ruthless! No intention! I will be reborn in my next life. I would rather be a pig or a dog than you would like to be with you! Die to me! Die—"
The weird behavior of the lunatic youth caused the nearby neighbors to surround themselves curiously and glance at him playfully. Some were laughing secretly, while others were shaking their heads and sighing.
"What a bad luck, I don't know how long he has been crazy. Who caused him to be like this?"
"Why is he still not leaving? It's been more than a year, and he will come back every other time. Did we owe him anything in our previous life?"
"Hey... What are you arguing about with a madman..."
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The villagers really wanted to know the past of this madman, but unfortunately they tried many methods, but they couldn't verify anything.
"Haha... Maybe it's too much crime..." A villager hugged his arms, with some disdain in his eyes.
Luo Xingchen has been looking at this lunatic seriously, and there is always a kind of curiosity that drives him to concentrate.
"Hey, I said, are you hungry, don't do it, my family has a big pot of meat, come in and eat some chants!" A 60-year-old old man looked at the lunatic with dumbfounding, his hands on his back, bent over, and shouted loudly. .
The madman's shaking body stopped suddenly and suddenly became solemn. He glanced at the old man with a cold look, and then laughed three times: "Heh...heh...hey! You mortals, can you look up to this seat too? Lao Tzu is No. 1 in the world! Get out!"
"Oh... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" The old man frowned, smothered his lips, shook his head helplessly, and sighed helplessly. He kindly wanted to invite the madman to dinner, but he got such a result. He wasn't angry, he just felt that this guy was really too pitiful.
Immediately, the wrinkled old man turned around slowly, and shouted to his 13-year-old granddaughter: "Juan'er, you come home and bring out a bowl of meat. He will eat it, even if he doesn't eat it. Up."
"Yeah." The girl was very obedient, and immediately turned to go home. Seeing her walking, she knew that she was introverted.
Luo Xingchen's eyes were calm, he lowered his eyes, silently thinking.
Immediately, he asked Uncle Li next to him: "Uncle, I heard Lan Yuan say that this is a village of a hundred li, and where does this lunatic come from? He is usually not in the village, and where does he live? ?"
Uncle Li said in a deep voice: "He lives in no fixed place, and the barren mountains and woods are where he sleeps. As for his origin, we don't know and don't want to bother about it. Since our ancestors moved to Stone Village, we have been adhering to the tradition of living and working in peace and contentment. , I heard that it’s dangerous outside. We live here, we are born, old, sick, and die. This is our root!"