The quiet and quiet mountain road cannot bring Yi Yan a little ease and peace.

He just thought this was an excellent place to kill people and abandon corpses.

If I die, no one knows that my mother can only wait for me to go home day and night, but she doesn't know that she is dead.

Wang Su said: "Don't be afraid. When you enter from the back mountain, you can encounter some traps at most. Be careful and you can see them. Then there will be some checkpoints. Just slow down and carefully, you can also discover them. However, over the days, the fluctuations of spiritual power on your body have become stronger and stronger. If you don't hide it, you will definitely be discovered by some bandits who are good at capturing breath. I tell you a method of concentrating breaths and hiding gods, which can prevent you from being discovered when you get close to the enemy."

Without waiting for Yi Yan to answer, Wang Su said again: "This is not a magic, and I have no sect or sect, but after I passed it on to you, if someone asked, you must not say that I passed it on to you."

Yi Yan looked at Wang Su's hard and sharp gaze, and could not say anything he refused. He immediately said, "I will never say it." But he felt a little uneasy.

A terrible light appeared in Wang Su's eyes.

He reached out to hold the hilt of the knife. In this moment, Yi Yan felt that he was on the top of the cliff and would fall into the abyss at any time.

"Don't resist, try to accept it, this will make you easier." Wang Su said.

When the words were finished, the knife was unsheathed. The straight sword light slashed at Yi Yan's forehead harshly. His sword was like cutting wood, cutting off all the textures in the wood harshly.

Yi Yan was frightened. All his original defense and vigilance were like rotten wood, shattered and splashed everywhere under this knife.

His consciousness seemed to have disappeared under this knife.

A sword lasts for thousands of years, another moment.

If Yi Yan's mental defense is a water surface, then this one directly breaks through the water surface and reveals the mud inside.

An invisible knife pierced into Yi Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, a cold voice rushed in a brutal manner: "As a thing, I am breathless and without any spirit, without any thoughts or movements."

When Yi Yan woke up from the endless fear, it was like the frozen earth finally shining on the light of the sun. He felt a sense of powerlessness and exhaustion on his body.

Wang Su didn't explain, and said, "Go, you can only grow by daring to take the initiative to move from safety to danger."

"But..." Wang Su was about to leave and said again: "You must hear the shouts of killing in front of you, or the noise, and then enter the village." After that, he turned around and left.

Yi Yan's legs were still trembling at this moment. Looking at Wang Su's disappearing back, he finally calmed down after a long time, as if someone who was almost suffocated to death came back. He even felt that Wang Su was really going to kill him at that moment.

But now he felt that Wang Su was invincible and could not be an enemy. At the same time, a space seemed to be cut from his head by the knife.

It seems to be there or not.

If he thought there was no, he could feel that place. If there was, how could the body have more space?

The extra space made his head tingle.

He came to a secret place to sit down, sensing the space in his mind that was cut by a knife. He silently recited the mantra from Wang Su.

"I am a thing, without breath or spirit, without thinking or moving."

As soon as he thought of this sentence, the tingling feeling in his mind slowly disappeared. With his silent thoughts, the empty space in his mind that was cut out by a knife actually appeared in his heart, or was truly perceived by him.

It was just a tingling pain before, but now it really appeared in his mind, just like seeing a wound on his hand and his own fingers.

He saw that place, a little blank.

In the blank space, as his consciousness immersed, strands of colorful fog slowly appeared and merged into that little space.

And his perception of his body quickly faded in this short period of time, just like his body was numb, like a tree.

His sense of flesh-and-blood connection of his body was reduced to the extreme. As his perception of the body decreased, his entire consciousness seemed to gather to this point, and the spiritual power in his body naturally stopped.

Yi Yan has always had a feeling. It feels like spiritual power is like strength. It is known that it exists in the body, but it cannot be clearly seen. The strength can be strengthened through various exercises. In the past, spiritual power increased by absorbing spiritual power, but now it increases by absorbing evil energy.

However, this spiritual power is much more mysterious than power.

After recovering from the state of concealing all of one's own breath, I couldn't help but sigh at the magic of the spell.

After looking at the sky, it was almost noon. So I ate some food and then went up the mountain.

At this time, the aura on his body could be restrained, unlike before, where the spiritual power on his body surged like a heartbeat.

Although he didn't know how much spiritual power his father passed on to him and how much had been transformed into his own, he couldn't feel that it had increased these days. Compared to the pure and rich spiritual power that emerged in Luoxiao Mountain, the ones that have appeared now are obviously only a small part.

Yi Yan was walking under the dense forest, and the forest was alarmed, and occasionally birds flew up, but it was not conspicuous.

It is late autumn, but the temperature here has not dropped much. Although a group of leaves have fallen, they are still lush. Perhaps because the forest is too dense and too high, the forest is relatively empty, but it is very dark. He carefully burrows in the forest, and occasionally raises his head to see the sky in order to determine the direction.

He crawled into the mountains at noon. At about dusk, he finally arrived at the hillside of the Greedy Lang Mountain. As the sky was about to get dark, he was thinking in his heart. The freshness after learning the method of breathing at the beginning had passed, and now he was only in doubt and fear.

Along the way, although he did not meet anyone patrolling the mountain, he discovered at least twenty traps in the forest. Wang Su and Lin Mingting from Luo Xiaoshan both said that he had a meticulous personality, and this time he truly showed it.

When one person doubts about another's feelings and motivations, he will involuntarily think about it more.

At this moment, Yi Yan was thinking: "Why did he do this to himself? Just take me to Mr. Lin, why do you need to do this in one go?"

"Is he really good for me? Why never tell me what his relationship has with his father? If he has a good relationship, why did he let me fall into danger many times along the way? If he has a bad relationship and has a grudge, why should I pass on the way to restrain my spiritual power and breath? Just throw me on the road directly, or killing it is also a very simple thing."

"If I were just ordered to come, I shouldn't have been allowed to come to this mountain today, and I wanted to join the Luoxiao Sect before."

Yi Yan couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he took a break and headed up again. When the afterglow of the sun was about to disappear, he saw a clear checkpoint, saying that it was a clear checkpoint, which was actually not correct.

On a big tree there is something similar to a small wooden house. There is no wooden board at the chest. There is no one inside, but there are cracks on the wooden board. If someone sits inside, it will not be visible in the darkness.

Yi Yan lay there motionlessly. This method of completely restraining his breath and spiritual thoughts has a major disadvantage, that is, he cannot detect danger. Because the whole person's essence is hidden.

"Will Wang Su do this?" As soon as this thought appeared, it was dispelled by him. It was obvious that Wang Su had no such flaw at all.

Yi Yan felt that he had become a piece of wood, a piece of dry wood.

Just when he was hazy and unknown, he heard three intermittent bird calls in his ears. He did not wake up completely from that state immediately, but just raised his head slowly, half awake.

Seeing a man standing up in the whistle house on the tree, he climbed down the big tree, and then another man walked down from the forest. After saying a few words, they parted. One of them came to change shifts. They didn't know what they said, because they were talking about the local language here.
Chapter completed!