The north wind is like a knife, washing and slaying the earth.

Silent in the world, the pedestrians cut off their souls.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The whimpering wind whirls wildly.

In the yard, the dead peach trees creaked, struggling hard to stand up and struggled.

"End."

In the house, Jiang Wuye, who was calming down, summoned the End Modifier.

Jiang Wuye

Martial Arts: The third level of the Great Powerful Bear Technique (not to be improved)

Second layer of iron shirt, red copper body (not lifted)

The first level of the Eight Evil Body Disasters, deformation (not to be improved)

Positive energy: 28

Twenty-four positive energy points completely push the horizontal practice of the Great Power Barbarian Bear Kung to the realm of great success, which is exactly six times that of the second level!

Jiang Wuye was not surprised by this.

It is easy to get started with a martial arts, but it is difficult to master it, and it is even more difficult to achieve great success.

Especially when it comes to the mysterious and mysterious level of will and soul.

Opportunities, opportunities, and understanding are missing. No matter how you practice or assist the medicine, you will be confused.

Even the prosperous martial arts era in the records.

Most martial arts practitioners only practice one martial arts to the point of perfection, and then switch to a higher level of practice.

Very few people insist on practicing martial arts to the point of perfection.

Very simple truth.

When you are successful, the level of martial arts cultivation at the same level will be better than you.

Going beyond the level?

Level 1 iron sword vs Level 4 and Six Divine Equipment.

Come on, show me the operation.

Time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Positive energy can perfectly eliminate these disadvantages, allowing Jiang Wuye to lay a solid foundation for every step. Even if it is twice as much, he feels that it is worth the money.

Click

The sound of branches breaking outside the house and shaking in the wind.

Jiang Wuye came to his senses, stood up and looked at the mess in the room and shook his head slightly, but he had no intention of cleaning. He opened the old wardrobe and prepared to change his clothes.

Bang bang bang

A knock on the door suddenly rang.

Jiang Wuye's movements stopped, his eyes closed slightly, and subconsciously expanded to observe the divine image.

I felt my brain cool down, and my brain tissue began to creep and deform.

The next moment.

An invisible and qualitative consciousness quietly poked out of the house, courtyard, and the mud road in front of the courtyard.

A vague and thin figure stood in front of the yard, wiping tears and crying:

"Xiaoye, have you gotten up? Woooo... Come to the ancestral hall, Mr. Zhang hanged him last night, hurry up!"

The urging sound fell, and the figure hurriedly left.

Mr. Zhang?

Retracting his consciousness, Jiang Wuye frowned slightly, and recalled a little. An old lady with kind eyes and silver hair and aged 70 years old appeared in her mind.

Hanging in the ancestral hall!

"Ha... I really know how to play."

Jiang Wuye's face was gloomy and he smiled coldly.

Who did it, you don’t have to think about it.

He just didn't expect that what happened would be Mr. Zhang, one of the three elders in the village.

The three elders, in Qinghe Village, can be said to be the spiritual pillar of the villagers, and their authority cannot be questioned.

now……

But this pillar of the sky fell silently, and it was still in a ancestral hall like a holy land.

This blow...

"Life is less powerful than an ant."

Jiang Wuye sighed, his face full of self-deprecation.

Even if it is him, as strong as now, so what?

It’s still a clay Buddha who crosses the river.

Not to mention the villagers of Qinghe who are confused and confused and cannot see a glimmer of dawn.

Bang!

After slamming the wardrobe door, Jiang Wuye changed his clothes without expression.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles from encountering villagers, he made a time difference and rushed to the ancestral hall after about ten minutes.

Walking along the way, there was no one in the wind and cold rain.

Outside the ancestral hall, in the open space, there were endless crying and howling.

Jiang Wuye was hidden in a two-story building not far away, staring quietly through the window.

The pile of firewood was set up again.

The torch, whirring.

Lying down was an old lady with purple-black face, eyes bursting out, and her kindness turned into a hideous old lady.

Yesterday, she shed tears for the deceased.

Today, the living sees him off.

It is so ironic that ants live in silence, but people don’t know their fate.

"Cough, cough cough... don't let Mr. Zhang get cold!"

Old Chen's hand shaking with a crutch kept shaking, and tears fell like water. He took a deep breath and shouted at the surroundings, as if he wanted to shout out all his reluctance and aggrievance.

"grandmother!"

"mother!!"

The Zhang clan members who were wearing mourning clothes shouted at the fire heart-wrenchingly, and the poor-spirited woman fainted.

But no matter how reluctant they are, the people on the pile of firewood will never stand up.

Huhuhuhuhu

The blazing torches cut through the gloomy sky and fell into the pile of firewood.

In a moment, thick smoke rose and fire rose into the sky.

Well...that's that?

Crying in front of the fire shocked the sky, Jiang Wuye was in his heart on the small building.

Perceived exterior.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there were crowds of people, and the red flames ahead were beating. Among them, the cold human body was intact, and a red light was hard to detect with the naked eye and could not be dissipated!

and.

The continuous black air emerged from the earth and penetrated into its body, helping to increase the red light and become more vigorous.

Perception carefully.

It's not the lifeless yin energy of the body that is unusually strange, but...

"Why is it me?! Why don't they die?!"

"Mom, I'm so scared and so cold, why don't you come to accompany me?"

"Don't die! I'm lonely for half my life, and no one is sad... Why do you live well?! All die, all die!!"

blame!
To be continued...