A wild wolf weighed a hundred pounds, with its head, skin and bones removed. There was not much meat. Wei Shiqi devoured it. His hunger subsided slightly, and fatigue rolled in like a tide. He didn't Resting energetically on the tree trunk, the "soul eyes" swallowed the power of the soul, entwining the muscles, bones and viscera, repairing the damaged body bit by bit, the mind was more active than ever before, and the ghost door was closed. In the previous battle, he had gained a lot of benefits after all. .Fastest update access: .79xs.
Yes, the good thing is that the most difficult thing in this world is to objectively evaluate yourself, especially the small group of elites who stand at the top of the pyramid. If we use the limit that this area of heaven and earth can bear as a standard, Wei Shiqi is close to it, while Fu Tifang has steadily surpassed it. There is no doubt that even if he is as strong as Fu Tifang, he has to carefully restrain his power. Overindulgence will bring consequences that he does not want to see, such as being forcibly excluded - like diarrhea or vomiting - or directly causing the collapse of heaven and earth. , unable to protect himself, he was unwilling to take risks. Although he had twelve points of strength, he carefully suppressed it to the level of seven or eight points.
What's more, Fu Tifang's body still lurks unsettling elements, a serious concern, and it is not the "injury" that Situ Huang speculated before. One hundred and eighty years is not enough. Jing' is a gangrene attached to the bones that is difficult to remove. The most optimistic estimate is that it will drag him down for several hundred and eighty years.
The powerful enemy is not invincible. At least we see hope of self-protection. Is there any better news than this?
However, Fu Tifang's last shocking blow left him frightened. The threat of death was so close, and he had better avoid meeting him until he found a way to save his life.
Wei Shiqi thought about it, unconsciously raised his hand, and drew a water talisman in the air. He gathered the energy of Guishui and condensed it into a ball of clear water. He splashed it on his face and felt a coolness in his heart. . He used his mind as the pen, the demonic essence as the ink, and the void of heaven and earth as the paper to draw the "symbol". He had practiced it countless times, and he had already done it with ease and ease. Ever since he broke through the barrier between heaven and man, and refined himself into the Five Directions True Body, the Dawn Divine Weapon, external objects have not given him much help. Demon pills and demon essence have also been replaced by the power of the soul. Apart from studying the art of talismans, he just kills time. Outside, it is of no use.
However, after encountering the defeat of Lian Taoshan, he had some other ideas.
Wei Shiqi raised his hand again, stretched out his index finger, and drew each talisman in the air: thunder talisman, wind talisman, Qian talisman, Kun talisman, fire talisman, water talisman, Li talisman, Kan talisman... A total of three hundred and sixty weeks were completed in one go. The loops were connected and layer upon layer. The talismans lit up like fireworks, and a small half of the sword domain suddenly opened up.
A gray city, the haunting southern city, the reinforced concrete forest, high-rise buildings, pedestrian traffic, the mist-covered sky, the hard asphalt road, the same hard human heart... ...However, the sword realm only lasted for a few breaths before it collapsed, leaving behind a dim and dull talisman, like red-hot embers, turning into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Without the support of "sword silk", it is like having the skeleton removed from a human body, relying only on oneA pile of skin and 'flesh' cannot last forever, and the Sword Domain is not named after 'sword' for no reason.
Wei Shiqi closed his eyes in frustration and allowed himself to sink into dreamland.
I had a very solid sleep this time. The wild wolf hid far away and did not disturb me. When I woke up, the bonfire had been extinguished, the forest was dark, the chill was surging, and there was a blanket of white frost everywhere. .
When the wild wolves did not come, Wei Shiqi went to look for them, picked the fat ones and killed one, drank the blood and ate the meat, filled his stomach, and continued to feel sleepy. Rely on the power of the soul to repair the damaged body. Repeatedly, the number of wild wolves decreased one by one, and the pack finally couldn't hold on any longer. They moved around, but were always chased away by their opponents. Wei Shiqi was not greedy. He caught one and let it go without intending to kill them all.
The leader of the wolf king was quite spiritual. He mustered up the courage and took the initiative to drag a yellow deer and place it in front of Wei Shiqi. He knelt on his front legs as if begging for mercy. Wei Shiqi remembered "green" and those green years, laughed, accepted the yellow deer, and let it leave.
Half a year passed, and a pack of wolves came to hunt for him. Wei Shiqi just ate and slept, and after sleeping, he concentrated on recuperating. On this day, he woke up from his sleep and realized that his injuries were completely healed. The power of the soul in his body was endless, like a river flowing, never drying up. He felt quite relieved that after so much suffering, he finally received some interest.' The physical body has finally adapted to the fusion of "soul eyes", and can no longer detect the strangeness and obscurity that were there before.
There was no point in staying here any longer. He twisted his waist and ran away.
The land was desolate and devastated. After traveling westward for several hours, Wei Shiqi finally encountered human habitation. Wei Shiqi found an old farmer in rough clothes and a hoe and asked where he was. He found out that he was in a village called Dongguo. , there were originally fertile fields for harvesting grain. After the natural disaster, the sun was obscured by smoke and dust, and the fields were abandoned. Even weeds could not grow. The remaining grain was exhausted and everyone was hungry. There was no choice but to catch rats and rabbits and peel trees. Skin, hunting for wild food in the dark. More than fifty miles to the north of Dongguo Village is Luoyang City. All the victims from thousands of miles away poured into the city. The prefect Yan Keji ordered the city to be closed to support itself. Every three to five days, officers and soldiers escorted porridge buckets out of the city to provide relief, giving the victims a bite to eat and mourning. Take a breath of life.
Seeing that the old farmer was well-spoken and knowledgeable, Wei Shiqi became curious and chatted with him for a few more words. The old farmer got excited and salivated, and he did not hide it from him. He admitted that he had read a few books in his youth and had three children. The eldest and second child were doing nothing, working at home as farmers, and his wife and children were hot on the bed. The third child was a smart man. He had been doing small business in Luoyang City over the years, and had accumulated some money over the years. He still had plenty of money to spend. He originally planned to take his old father to the city to enjoy his old age, but he didn't expect that Governor Yan gave an order and put an end to his thoughts.
The two stood in the dark and talked for a while. The old farmer 'smoked' a few bags of cigarettes, satisfied his appetite, and left. Wei Shiqi figured out the direction and sneaked into Luoyang City.
Luoyang is a large city comparable to Bianliang, Chang'an, and Jiankang. It is one of the famous granaries in the north. It is also the choke point that prevents the Hu people from going south, with troops stationed all year round.But at this time, the city of Luoyang was in a mess, and the streets and alleys were crowded with fleeing victims. They were all in a mess, with dirty faces. At a glance, there were hundreds of thousands of them. In Wei Shiqi's opinion, no matter how big the granary is, it can't feed so many mouths. Yan Keji's order to close the city has been a step too late. There are victims both inside and outside the city. Even if he is hungry, the King of Heaven will not be afraid. Not small.
But these have nothing to do with him. Wei Shiqi went to the city just to find a place to wash up, wash away the hostility and bloody smell, change into clean clothes, and then set off for Huzigou. However, the moment he stepped onto Luoyang's Zhuque Street, the mountain vitality lock in his arms jumped and was about to move. An unruly and familiar aura awakened his memory. His eyes lit up and he murmured: "Long time no see, it turns out you are here too..." (..)