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The path of the trial had been forged with blood. If he was even slightly careless, he would have been split into two.

In actuality, if someone from the Crying Demon Abyss had unluckily died, it would be impossible to leave a complete corpse.

In a place like this Demonic Beast, the most ideal situation would be to be chopped into pieces, or the most miserable ? It was just that there was nothing left of him.

Due to various reasons, many warriors had come here. In the end, they couldn't escape their doom and were devoured by the Demonic Beast, leaving behind only a set of unrecognizable bones.

If not for his astonishing luck, Mo Beichen might have also followed in the footsteps of his predecessors.

But right now, Mo Beichen was no longer the same as before, and his hands and feet were no longer tied. His strength had basically recovered completely, causing his strength to soar, and it was rare for him to meet a match.

If he were to meet that war wolf again, he would definitely beat it to the point that he would have to look for his teeth and beg for forgiveness!

He would often argue with Black Lord, causing their relationship to become even more subtle. Although they weren't brothers who shared life and death with each other, they were at least friends that could be trusted.

Although the two of them were often rough, their relationship was very harmonious.

The twilight dimmed, and the setting sun shone like blood. The side of the Crying Demon Abyss seemed like a setting sun with golden edges, which was perfectly round right now, scattering golden splendor all over the ground.

The entire ancient land was covered in golden cicada wings, giving the land a mysterious color.

After a while, the sky was suddenly dyed blood-red by the setting sun. Blood-like clouds reflected on the nearby flowing waves. The entire surface of the river was dyed a golden red.

"Charcoal, where is your home?"

On a small mountain slope, with his back against a large tree, Mo Beichen looked at Black Lord who was lying on the ground beside him and asked indifferently with a small blade of grass in his mouth.

Hearing Mo Beichen's question, Black Lord tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, it shook its head, "I don't know, I'm not affected at all. I can't remember."

"Actually, amnesia is also a form of luck. You can forget many painful things and say goodbye to the unbearable past. "

The cool breeze blew, the grass in his mouth rose and fell, Mo Beichen could not help but be flooded with his thoughts, and a faint sense of worry emerged.

As time passed, the memories left behind by his previous self not only did not disappear, they had actually become even more complete with Mo Beichen. Many fragmented memories also appeared and slowly formed a complete picture.

Sometimes, the memories in the depths of that unfortunate youth's heart caused Mo Beichen to be deeply moved. Coupled with his own experiences of suffering as a child, his loneliness and longing to be away from home, he would often feel an inexplicable sense of sadness.

"Where we can't get there, it's called far away. The place I can't return to is my hometown. "

He did not know whether it was because he was infected by Mo Beichen, but Black Lord's expression was gloomy. Looking up at the sky, his eyes were filled with a desolate vicissitudes of life.

"That's right, the place we can't return to is called home ?"

Mo Beichen suddenly missed Su Qingyu a lot, she should be the only person that could be considered his relative in this strange world, right?

He urgently wanted to return to Lei Mingfeng. There were still a few close friends there who truly cared about him.

Although it was filled with many memories that were not too good, they were the only place Mo Beichen, who lived in this world, would settle down after wandering for a few years.

In his heart, it was a warm home. However, if there were no villains around, it would be even more perfect ?

"Charcoal, tell me, is there any way to increase the speed at which my strength increases?"

Keeping the heavy thoughts in his heart, Mo Beichen looked up to the sky, his heart filled with yearning for power.

It wasn't enough to just recover his strength. He had many enemies, all of whom were very powerful. This amount of strength was not enough to avenge himself and crush ten thousand enemies!

Although Mo Beichen did not tell Black Lord his origins and why he came to this dangerous place alone, after living with him for so long, he was still able to find some clues.1

Many a times, deep hatred and killing intent had flowed out from between Mo Beichen's brows.

That kind of dissatisfaction towards himself, and the pursuit of strength, was something that Black Lord had seen countless times in his life, due to his own unwillingness to be weak.

It looked straight ahead, glanced at Mo Beichen, and said with a disdainful tone: "If you were to throw away the treasures of heaven and earth, under the current circumstances, it's not that there are none, but ? I'm afraid you can't do it. "

Its disdainful gaze made Mo Beichen feel extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't like people looking down on him, so he coldly snorted and said, "Yo, you're looking down on me? You're not me, how do you know I can't do it? "

Black Lord scoffed, "Don't think that just because you're a Bloodline Warrior you can be so amazing. In this world, there were many people more powerful than the Bloodline Warrior. You are a frog in the well, yet here you are feeling complacent! "

"Oh? Based on what you said, the Bloodline Warrior does not count for much? Then why don't you tell me about it and let me have a better look? " With great curiosity, Mo Beichen didn't really believe what Black Lord had to say.

"Tsk, go play with the mud on the side. When your strength reaches a certain level, you will naturally know. It's not good for you to know too much now. "

Black Lord waved his claws, cutting off the thought of Mo Beichen wanting to find out more about it.

"Hmph, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. In any case, I will find out myself in the future, so I can't be bothered to beg you. Right, didn't you say there was a way? I don't believe that there's nothing that I, Mo Beichen, cannot do! "

Mo Beichen curled his lips, expressing the discontent in his heart.

Scanning his surroundings, Black Lord squinted his eyes, slowly shook his head, and mysteriously said: "The time is not right, you will understand when the time comes."

"Pretending to be mysterious! Actually, there's nothing you can do, right? "

Thinking that he had seen through Black Lord's trick, Mo Beichen sneered, and dispelled the thought of counting on him.

After having a rest, Little Charmer and his dog continued their journey. While the sky was still dark, they planned to travel a bit further and find a place where they could spend the night.

After his cultivation recovered, Mo Beichen's speed increased greatly, and was no longer as slow as he was in the past. He was always slow, afraid that he would fall into the group of Demonic Beast and get beaten up.

"I'm going to rest. You better be careful, don't puke, otherwise Black Lord won't let you off!"

After warning him, Mo Beichen, who was disregarding his words, turned into a ray of light and entered into the bone flute. He disappeared, and no matter how Mo Beichen called out, there was no sound from him.

"F * ck!" Then you hide in there to be lazy, and leave everything to me. Do you take me for a coachman and a landlord? "

He did not know what it was hiding but Mo Beichen was worried.

Although the bone flute was currently quietly lying inside the Storage Ring, Mo Beichen didn't feel any sense of security at all. He kept having the feeling that Black Lord had passed through this barrier and was able to see everything that he had, exposing all his secrets to it.

The goal of this trip was accomplished long ago. After a long period of restoration, the damaged Dantian had been restored to its original state, and his cultivation had once again returned to the peak of the one star soldier.

However, if he wanted to break through to two stars, he would most likely need some time. At the very least, in a short period of time, Mo Beichen felt that there was no hope.

Mo Beichen was skeptical about Black Lord's mysterious act, and did not place all his hope on it.

After all, raising one's strength still required hard work and cultivation. There was nothing in this world that could be obtained without hard work. Even if there were, they would have to pay a corresponding price. It was very likely that the gains wouldn't make up for the losses.

However, he wasn't in a hurry. He understood the principle of going step by step.

In the past, his own strength had progressed very quickly, and was somewhat unstable according to the current situation. Fortunately, in the past few days, with his diligent training, he had honed himself to the point where there wouldn't be any hidden dangers.

Even if his strength increased again in the future, with a solid foundation, he wouldn't need to worry about his foundation being unstable.

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