Dedicate One’s Mind

Logically speaking, Wu Yi should give up now, but he didn't. He chose to go deeper and do the opposite, and maybe he would make a bigger discovery.

Reaching a thousand feet below, at this depth, the sun cannot shine in. The cold air is wrapped in the turbid and yin air, and it is blocked and heavy, blocking one's five senses. The surroundings are dark. If you live in this place for a long time, I am afraid that your mind will be different from that of ordinary people. Same.

But it is a good place to practice Qingyin Qi. Wu Yi thought in his heart, he would enjoy the hardship, but if he practices here, if the city lord of Anle City appears, wouldn't he be seeking death? No matter what, he must explore this place. It's clear.

Speaking of which, if the Anle City base camp is really here, then their confidentiality measures are really admirable. With so many tribes, Wu Yi couldn't find any information about it.

The only thing that can be said to be valuable is that they know that there is a so-called holy land, but who is the owner of the holy land? Where is the Holy Land? Who are the characters in the Holy Land? Not knowing anything about it made Wu Yi feel that they might just know a myth.

There is no cycle of the sun and the moon here, it all relies on the reincarnation of the five internal organs, the movement of qi and blood to deduce time, and no one knows how much time has passed. Like a hallucination in a dream, Wu Yi suddenly heard a faint sound, intermittent, continuous, and he did not know where it came from.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wu Yi's eyes, and he finally had a clue, but this place was different from the outside world. It was not possible to find the source of the sound by simply following the source of the sound.

Because the wind here is quite messy, the sounds heard on the left may come from the right. The sounds that are so clear that they seem to be right next to the ears are actually sounds coming from dozens of miles away. The cold wind condenses the sounds together and does not dissipate.

It took Wu Yi nearly half an hour from hearing the voice to finding the speaker. The speakers were two humans and ghosts, both of whom were cultivated in golden elixirs.

And where they were, due to the topography, the wind was swirling and weakened a lot. The swirling cold wind also carried the sounds of their exchanges far away.

The faces of the two human ghosts were like charcoal, with dark black blood vessels protruding, scales and armor clearly layered, and some traces of blood and energy, almost no different from ghosts.

The so-called human ghosts and ghosts are similar in that they both have ghost energy mixed with blood, but they are different creatures. Ghosts refer to the creatures that combine ghosts and human beings.

Human ghosts refer to those ghosts that take away the human body. There are many reasons for taking away the body, such as the ghost energy is not strong, the soul fire is almost annihilated, relying on the blood energy can increase the cultivation level, refine the essence into a god, extend the life span, etc.

But whether they are ghosts or human ghosts, they are existences that everyone wants to fight. Once discovered, they will be destroyed immediately. On this point, the attitudes of humans and ghosts are surprisingly consistent.

Ghosts can often be passed down, and most human ghosts die by themselves. Most of the ghosts under the canyon are ghosts. It is extremely strange to see ghosts and humans appearing here.

Wu Yi quietly approached the two ghosts, hoping to find out more information, but the two ghosts were all perverts, and what they said was just gossip, how to occupy and plunder, etc. Wu Yi did not hear it. A bit of useful information. I only know that these two must have reached the surface, unlike Jueming, who is still trapped in a corner.

Since he couldn't find their flaws now, he had no choice but to create his own. Wu Yi popped out a burst of energy, which shot out not far away, like a thunderbolt from the sky.

In the shrill wind, it was also extremely clear and energetic, showing a vision. It was said to be a vision, but it was actually some scenes from the outside world that Wu Yi had moved here.

The two human ghosts in the chat looked at each other and stopped talking. They didn't know whether to look or not for a moment. They had always lived in darkness, and they had never seen this thing before.

"Black-haired ghost, why don't you go and see what this thing is?"

The man-ghost known as the Black-haired Ghost has a lock of black hair on his forehead, which must be the origin of his name.

"Why me? Thin-horned ghost, you have to go too. I haven't settled the matter with you about your affair with my concubine last time?" The black-haired ghost was a little scared when he heard Pili, and he didn't want to go. Put on an angry face.

The thin-horned ghost had two small horns on his head, and he was filled with confusion, which lowered his majestic aura. "You are the one who remembers all the nonsense about sesame seeds and millet."

"I don't care, you go."

"you go."

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Wu Yi was almost confused. How did these two idiots achieve such a level of cultivation? It was ridiculous to shirk the blame. It is estimated that when there is merit to be claimed, there is no give-in, and you compete with me.

These two idiots are looking after the house, and instead of investigating and reporting immediately, they are being pushed around here. The Lord of Anle City has too little vision. Wu Yi was full of curses in his heart.

Wu Yi has determined that this is the base camp of Anle City.

"Let's go together." I don't know how long the discussion lasted, but the thin-horned ghost seemed to have made a huge concession, so he said.

"No, you owe me, go ahead." The black-haired ghost still disagreed.

If possible, Wu Yi hoped to slap them both to death without any restraint.

The two ghosts shrank forward, and when they came closer, Wu Yi's mind moved, and the vision suddenly changed. They were all armed and iron horses, and they were fighting on the battlefield. The bloodthirsty killing thoughts came like a vast ocean. The two of them screamed in panic and ran away.

When people face danger, they will subconsciously look for a place of refuge. If there really is an Le City here, and they do know the existence of An Le City, An Le City must be their first choice for refuge.

Wu Yi's consciousness was divided into two, and he followed the two of them, cautiously, for fear of attracting attention.

Anle City can still live a prosperous life despite the joint efforts of humans and ghosts. Without certain means, it is obviously impossible. Just like the master of Anle City behind the scenes, he is mysterious and mysterious. For many people , is a legend.

The black-haired ghost seemed to be walking in the wrong direction. When there was no more compelling bloodthirsty murderous intent behind him, he stopped. He was sweating profusely and gasping for air. At this time, he didn't know where he had wandered.

In comparison, the Thin-Horned Ghost is much smarter. When escaping, he is highly concentrated and the route seems to have been circulated in his mind thousands of times. He is prepared for any rainy day and is prepared for any disaster.

However, it is a pity that the thin-horned ghost only ran halfway and did not take Wu Yi to where Wu Yi wanted to go.

"Are you the one who disturbed my rest? You have to pay the price." Wu Yi said loudly without giving up.

The dark red blood swirled around the thin-horned ghost, seeming to be draining the little blood from him. The thin-horned ghost was frightened and ran away. He muttered something, blaming the black-haired ghost on the black-haired ghost, and asked Wu Yi to find the black-haired ghost. The trouble with Mao Gui is that he looks like a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist.

Wu Yi chased after him, speeding up from time to time to scare the thin-horned ghost, who ran tirelessly as if his tail was on fire.

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