Learn from Jidian: Relapse and become stronger, Bai Ling helps practice

In this way, Wuchen is actually very grateful to Mr. Hu.

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how could such a good person die suddenly." Wu Chen murmured.

He was extremely sad in his heart, and he already regarded Mr. Hu as his benefactor.

Faced with the death of his benefactor, he didn't know what to do.

Sitting slumped in the cell, Wu Chen felt pain in his heart.

In this world, apart from Mr. Hu and Hei Mu, he no longer knows anyone else.

Heimu on the opposite side saw Wuchen like this, sighed, and said: "I know you are sad, why am I not like this, you have the luck of Daheitian, maybe if you continue to practice, you can help the Daheitian tribe to make a comeback .”

As he said that, he seemed to have thought of something, and said bitterly: "By the way, I just remembered that you are a foreigner, and you are destined to leave here."

He hesitated a little, finally gritted his teeth, and said, "The altar is in a deep forest in Shishan. After you get to Shishan, you can see it by walking all the way inside."

"If you can get out of here, get out of here."

Hearing this, Wuchen gave a sad laugh, and said to Heimu: "Teacher, you taught me the method because you want me to fight back the enemy with you, if I just leave like this, how can I be worthy of the dead old Hu. "

Heimu smiled gratifiedly, his eyebrows stretched, and he said with a smile: "Sure enough, he and I did not misunderstand the person. Although you don't talk much and look indifferent, but in your heart there is a great kindness. responsible man."

Speaking of this, Heimu stood up with a smile, his whole person seemed to have changed a lot, there was both relief and reluctance in his eyes.

He walked towards Wuchen like this.

Everything seemed to give way to him when he reached the wooden post of the cell.

I don't know what his movements are, but I saw that he was not in a hurry, and he walked out miraculously as if there was no obstacle.

Wuchen was startled when he saw this place, and he asked himself, even if he had come to the middle stage of becoming an immortal, he would definitely not be able to do so easily in front of the wooden pillars of the prison that restrained mana.

Immediately, Hei Mu came in front of Wu Chen.

Wuchen asked blankly: "Teacher, do you want to..."

Heimu looked at Wuchen as if looking at his disciple, and said, "Take off your shirt."

Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, he had already cultivated to the realm of three arms, if heimu found out, what should he do.

Seeing Wuchen hemming and hawing, he didn't know what to say.

Heimu said angrily: "If you tell you to take it off, take it off, there is so much nonsense."

Wuchen finally gritted his teeth and said: "Teacher, I have actually cultivated to the level of the three-armed Daheitian, but I feel that the cultivation is so extraordinary, and I am also very surprised.".

Chapter 178 The World of Consciousness, the Method of Collection

"It's just that I'm afraid of telling it out, lest there will be some disaster, so I have been hiding it."

Hei Mu was speechless when he heard this, he looked at Wu Chen excitedly, and asked again: "Say it again, have you reached the three-armed state?"

Wuchen nodded and said, "Yes, teacher, I have already reached the three-armed state."

"The talent of the world, the talent of the world." Hei Mu laughed loudly, the laughter rumbled, and the whole prison trembled.

As he said that, his face became ruddy, and the more he looked at Wuchen, the more satisfied he was. He looked at Wuchen and said with a smile: "I wonder if you can be my apprentice?"

Seeing this, Wuchen smiled wryly, and said, "To tell the truth, I already have a master in my world."

Seeing this, Hei Mu looked indifferent, and he said: "You are not in that world now, and your soul is here. In this way, you do not belong to the people there now, and you are just a short-term passerby here."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen bowed to Heimu and shouted: "Master."

Hearing the master's call, Heimu's body shook, his eyes were red, and he was extremely emotional. Year after year passed, and he had practiced for countless years. He had never accepted an apprentice, but now he heard the master's call , he felt that the hard years of cultivation were worth it.

All the cultivation seems to be to wait for this moment.

He suppressed his tears and suppressed his excitement, but no matter how he suppressed it, Kuroki's body still trembled slightly.

"Don't beg me, since you call me master, it's time for me to give you a gift, and it's the last one." Heimu said with a smile.

Wu Chen was unclear, so he asked, "I don't know what gift Master gave me."

Heimu seemed to have become a lot more cordial, and he said, "Since I know your situation, this gift should actually belong to you, and it also belongs to the Daheitian tribe."

Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, and murmured: "Master."

Hei Mu seemed to remember something again, he shook his head and said, "Take off your shirt."

Wu Chen responded, and quickly took off his shirt.

When Hei Mu saw the pattern of the three-armed Daheitian on Wuchen's back, even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help being frightened.

After looking at this pattern for a while, Heimu finally said: "The process may be a little painful, you have to be mentally prepared, and you must grasp the power of the great black sky I instilled in you."

Hearing this, Wuchen's body shook, he seemed to know something, and quickly shouted: "Master, you..."

Heimu shouted: "Sit down."

He didn't see any movement, Wuchen just sat on the ground miraculously, unable to move his limbs.

Hei Mu's face changed color, and the power of the six-armed Heitian behind him emitted a blazing light. This light was not only much brighter than that of the chief and Mr. Hu, but also showed bursts of black.

The black light seemed to be more domineering and more powerful.

"Sacrifice, pardon." Heimu yelled, and put both palms on Wuchen's back.

I saw that the surroundings began to change, and singing voices appeared one by one.

A group of people who couldn't see their faces were dancing around. They held hands and danced around Wuchen and Heimu in strange dances.

Waves of pain came, and Wuchen let out a muffled snort. He felt a huge force pouring into his whole body from his back.

This force is very strong and domineering, making Wu Chen feel a burst of pain.

As this force slowly poured into Wuchen's body, Wuchen felt his surroundings gradually blurred, and his head gradually became dizzy.

Behind him, Kuroki's hair gradually turned white.

Not only that, but his face was also very pale.

Wu Chen closed his eyes, as if a long time had passed, when he opened his eyes again, Wu Chen found himself lying on the ground of the wooden house.

"Where is this?" Wuchen became confused, he remembered that he was in the prison before, but now he appeared in another place.

At this time, he found a young man standing outside the wooden house.

The young man looked into the distance, with his back to Wuchen.

However, Wu Chen felt that this young man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

He stood up, pushed open the door of the wooden house, and came outside.

The surrounding fields are full of mountain reds, one after another, blooming with their bright light.

The young man was majestic, handsome, and when he saw Wu Chen coming out, he said with a smile:

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"you're awake?"

Wu Chen looked at the young man, his head buzzed, he was shocked, and murmured: "You, you are..."

The young man naturally knew what Wuchen wanted to say. He looked into the distance and said, "I am Heimu. I am just a consciousness at this moment. After my consciousness disappears, you will leave here."

Wu Chen seemed to have guessed something, his body shook, and he said, "Where are you going?"

Heimu's eyes were clear, as if there were countless stars hidden in it, he said happily: "The sky is big, the earth is big, let me go freely, and you, where do you want to go?"

Seeing Hei Mu when he was young, Wu Chen was stunned, the Hei Mu in front of him and the Hei Mu he saw in prison were almost like two people.

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Things are so twisted.

Wuchen sighed, and said: "I don't know where to go, I still have a lot of things to do, after finishing those things, there will naturally be a place for me to go."

Heimu smiled, and he asked: "I have wandered around all my life, and I have seen a lot of things. The last thing I want to tell you now is to teach you how to summon your treasure box."

Wuchen was shocked, and said in disbelief: "The box was taken away by the ghost market, how can I get it back here?"

Hei Mu took a deep look at Wuchen, and said, "I've practiced the Mahakala Dharma Gate for so long, don't I know how to get back the treasure box?"

Wuchen was taken aback for a moment, smiled, and said, "Please enlighten me, Master."

Kuroki smiled and said, "You're fine."

Wuchen was stunned, but he didn't understand what the other party meant, only to see that at this moment, Heimu nodded towards Wuchen, and there was an extra memory in Wuchen's mind out of thin air, this memory was about a tough way to get back the treasure box .

Wuchen felt something bad at this time, when he suddenly raised his head to look at Heimu, he found that Heimu's body was slowly falling apart, but the appreciation revealed in his eyes was undisguised.

When he left, he had no regrets.

Feeling bitter in Wuchen's heart, he murmured, "Master."

After he finished calling Master, the whole world began to shatter, as if a certain person was about to leave, leaving only the last bubble.

Chapter 179 Hell on earth, thoughts of ending

"It's time to leave." Wuchen closed his eyes in grief.

After that special feeling left, Wuchen opened his eyes.

A foul smell emerged from the tip of his nose, Wuchen sighed inwardly, and he returned to the cell.

Seemingly thinking of something, Wu Chen quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

At this time, Heimu was already lying on the ground, his whole body was dry, his hair was gray, his eyes were white, and he still seemed to have a breath. Heimu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Master." Wu Chen hugged Hei Mu and shouted hoarsely.

Heimu shook his head with a smile. He has lost all energy now, and he exhausted all his strength before he could say: "Did you see him?"

Wu Chen obviously understood who he was talking about, Wu Chen nodded quickly and said, "Master, I saw him, he looks very similar to you."

Hearing the words "September [-]", Hei Mu smiled wryly and shook his head, saying, "Did he not hate me?"

Wuchen's tears dripped down, he lowered his head and shook his head and said: "Master, he didn't hate you."

Hei Mu's heart knot seemed to be completely opened, without a trace of regret.

He smiled and said, "That's good, that's good."

As he said that, his gaze gradually became lax, and he fell into Wuchen's arms, lifeless.

Wu Chen did not dare to look at Hei Mu, even if it was half a month of friendship, it was as deep as the sea and as bright as stars, illuminating Wu Chen's road and Hei Mu's last knot in his heart.

"Master." Wuchen cried out in pain, his voice rumbled.

Wuchen's cry was heard in the entire cell, this cry was so sad, it made people feel so sad.

Letting the tears run down his cheeks, Wuchen said in pain: "Master, you can rest in peace."

Wu Chen hugged Heimu, and walked out like that, ignoring the wooden pillars of the cell, step by step towards the outside.

At this moment, the Daheitian tribe seemed to have been invaded by the enemy, and there were continuous shouts of killing, and there were also countless cries. These sounds mixed together and resounded through the entire sky.

It's like hell on earth.

Wuchen looked like a walking corpse, holding Heimu and heading towards the altar of the Daheitian tribe.

The shadows of swords and swords beside him, and the phantoms of tribal gods continuously appeared in midair and collided with each other.

The aftermath was like a gust of wind, sweeping through the entire tribe.

The vegetation on the ground has already been reduced to ashes, and nine out of ten houses of the tribe have been damaged.

The flames tore through the sky, reflecting the horror of the entire tribe.

The chief with scars on his chest was floating in the air. Opposite him were three men from other tribes, all looking at the chief with a sneer.

"Wanqiu, it's already this time, do you still choose to resist? Look at the sea of ​​flames in the world below, they are all your compatriots. If your tribe is willing to submit to us and be willing to be our subsidiary force, we can consider it." Let you go." One of the middle-aged men in green clothes said.

The chief's face was pale, and he said coldly: "Our Daheitian tribe has been fighting for a long time, and you let me submit to you, which is more uncomfortable than killing us."

Another bare-chested man said gloomyly: "Don't toast, don't eat fine wine, you don't want to give you face, I think we don't have to say anything more to him, kill him quickly, and wipe out this tribe. "

The third old man with skeletons hanging around his neck nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean."

The three of them walked towards the chief tacitly, and the images of the gods on their backs radiated various lights.

They held flames and lightning one by one, and headed towards the chief.