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Chapter 1144

Wang Mingren frowned. As far as he knew, being trapped in the Land of Absolute Spirits basically had no choice but to wait for death.

He can't use magic power now, even if he encounters a bigger beast, he is no match. After all, he is a mortal body now, not to mention magic power, he can't even use spiritual consciousness, he is just an ordinary mortal.

He looked at Huang Fugui with a hint of vigilance. Huang Fugui was a loose cultivator with a hidden weapon in his hand. In a real fight, he would definitely not be Huang Fugui's opponent.

The heart of guarding against others is indispensable. Although Huang Fugui is famously greedy for life and afraid of death, no one can guarantee whether he will have wrong thoughts. There are honest gentlemen in the world, and there are also sanctimonious hypocrites.

"In the Land of Absolute Spirits, people who cannot use mana will only kill their companions if they are fools. I'm not that stupid. It doesn't matter if someone talks to you. You haven't been trapped for 20 years. You don't know that feeling. You can't practice. If people talk to you, they will go crazy."

Huang Fugui said meaningfully, and walked forward.

"Friend Huang, where are you going?"

"Find a way out, you can't just stay here and wait to die! Zihuoyuan's space is extremely unstable, maybe there will be a way out! If you don't want to die, let's go together!"

Huang Fugui simply explained and walked forward.

Wang Mingren hesitated for a moment, and quickly followed.

This space is very large, they have no magic power and consciousness, they can only move forward aimlessly, the most troublesome thing is that they have become mortal bodies, if there is no food, they will starve to death here, this is The horror of the land of the dead.

One month later, Wang Mingren and Huang Fugui were sitting in a pile of rocks on a certain desolate mountain peak. Huang Fugui looked very happy and optimistic, while Wang Mingren frowned and looked sad.

They walked for a month, not to mention other cultivators, not even a monster.

Wang Mingren's stomach growled, he felt exhausted and hungry.

Huang Fugui took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a yellow pill to take, and handed the bottle to Wang Mingren, saying: "This is Bigu Dan, you take it slowly! One Bigu Dan, you don't need to eat for a month, enough You have used it for a year."

Wang Mingren's expression was a little strange, he asked in doubt, "How much Bigu Pill do you have?"

Huang Fugui is notoriously greedy for life and afraid of death. At this time, Bigu Pill can be said to be a life-saving thing. Huang Fugui is so generous?

"Hey, I've been worried about this situation for a long time. The bigu pills on me are enough for us to eat for decades. Speaking of which, you monks who come from the Xiuxian family or the Xiuxian sect don't have much sense of crisis at all. The old man has already considered it. Various possibilities, you probably only bought the map and the antidote elixir, and you will not carry a large amount of bigu pills and antidote elixir with you at all."

"You have extraordinary backgrounds, and you don't have to worry about eating and drinking. There is no need, and you will not come to such a dangerous place as Zihuoyuan. The sect can provide you with the resources you need to cultivate immortality. As long as you can accumulate enough contribution points, It's not like our casual practice, where we eat and sleep in the open, and even the cultivation methods are not complete, let alone other things."

Huang Fugui spoke while walking, he seemed to be speaking to Wang Mingren, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's not enough to eat and sleep in the open! Don't the major sects set up square markets? Isn't it enough for you to go to the square markets to make a living? If you have a skill, are you afraid you won't be able to support yourself?"

Wang Mingren said casually, as soon as the words came out, he regretted it. Loose cultivators don't even have a complete cultivation method, let alone possess a skill.

Huang Fugui laughed at himself, and said: "A skill? Who doesn't want to, how many people can succeed? There are jobs in the market, and that is only enough for us to maintain a basic life. People are like cows and horses, just to maintain a basic life. We still have jobs. It's better to go to the world and be a local emperor and be happy."

"In order to go further in the fairyland, most of us casual cultivators hunt monsters and beasts for a living, tie our heads on the belts of our trousers for a living, and finally save some spirit stones. You let us learn skills? Are you good at it? Okay, if you don’t learn well, you have to start all over again. Do you think hunting monsters is easy? If you are not careful, you will lose your life. We hunt monsters to earn spirit stones, and you are here for experience. Take them with you. Lots of good stuff."

"I know a few casual cultivators in the alchemy stage. They have gone through a lot of hardships to cultivate to the ninth level of alchemy. In order to form babies, they had to go to Zihuoyuan to find infant spirits. Unfortunately, they died on the fourth floor. In the mouth of the class demon insects, if I hadn't run fast, I would have died like them."

Huang Fugui sighed, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

Wang Mingren remained silent. He and Huang Fugui belonged to two worlds, and grew up in different environments. He could not understand Huang Fugui's actions, nor could he agree with them.

As a monk of alchemy, it's okay to be polite to fellow monks of the same rank, but Huang Fugui is afraid, and makes people smile everywhere, Wang Mingren is deeply ashamed.

"I know you look down on me and feel ashamed of me. You have never been hungry. You don't know what it feels like to be hungry. I just want to live. Only by living can I seek more. How much is face worth? You never know that your parents starved to death How does it feel in front of you, you have never seen cannibalism, you have never gnawed on the bark of a tree, it is normal for you to have food and clothing, good clothes and good food, and to value face."

Huang Fugui stretched and lay down on the ground, looking at the white clouds in the sky, with a contented expression on his face.

Wang Mingren was silent for a while, and asked: "If you could do it all over again, would you still cultivate immortality? Would you still become a casual cultivator?"

"Of course I will cultivate immortality. If I don't cultivate immortality, I will be arrested for tomb robbery sooner or later. If I cultivate immortality, as long as I don't provoke powerful monks, then there will be no problem. If it is a big deal, I will run away. If I can't be beaten, I will run away. There is nothing shameful. I am still a loose cultivator. You have joined the sect, can you quit halfway? The higher the cultivation level, the more constraints you will be subject to. If you can start again, will you still join the Taiyi Immortal Sect? Or stay in the family?"

Wang Mingren was silent for a while, and sighed: "I should be able to worship the sect! But time will not turn back, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and I don't know what happened to Feng'er, I hope she is okay!"

Ximenfeng's cultivation was not as good as his, and he was worried that Ximenfeng would be in danger.

"You'd better think about yourself! If we can't get out of this ghostly place, we'll turn into bones after eating Bigu Dan. Okay, let's keep going! I hope we can find a way out."

Huang Fugui stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked down the mountain.

Wang Mingren let out a long sigh, and followed quickly.

At the foot of the hill was a vast gray dense forest, trees with sparse leaves and thick trunks covered with spikes.

Before long, they disappeared into the gray jungle.

(End of this chapter)