Humanity's desire to survive has always been strong.

Qian Duoduo walked out of the Hei Mo with amazing perseverance and lay on the ground and gasped.

Looking at the towering barrier at the entrance and recalling what he did, he felt like an ant, dispensable, but he could not die.

The bizarre experiences these days are like lightning flashes slashing at him, making him nervous and exhausted.

He looked at his thigh again, the wound there had been healing, and there was no scar left. He wondered if he was a monster.

He stood up and continued to walk out. The sky was still as bright as the immortal stars hang and flowed.

When he walked out of the Black Desert barrier, it was snowing heavily in the sky. He didn't know where it was. There was a vast white patch of white everywhere. It turned out that the snow had been falling, and he didn't know the years.

Inside the barrier is a terrifying desert kingdom, and outside it is a country of ice and snow.

He thought to himself where I should go? I don’t know what the village is going, grandpa is okay, did Wang Shier practice with the immortal master? Zhang Xiaohua will be happy to dance with joy when she sees this snow...

There has never been snow in Mobei Village. It should be said that there has never been snow in Mobei Yanguan. This is also the only place in the entire Zhaoxue Country where there is no snow.

Qian Duoduo gradually drifted away in this snowfield until he fell into the wind and snow.

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Mobei Village.

A lot of things have happened in the village these days.

The biggest one is two. One is Wang Shier’s apprenticeship and the other is Qian Duoduo’s burial in Heimo.

When the snow sword immortal master Wang Yufeng saw Wang Shier, he immediately understood the whole story and was about to rush to recruit disciples with his senior brother. All kinds of temptations were used together, but later Wang Shier still rushed to join Master Bai's seat.

The news of Qian Duoduo's death made Chen Erye, who was already seriously injured, unable to afford to be ill. Fortunately, he has improved greatly under the treatment of the immortal master.

A few days later, the Xuejian Mountain imperial edict came, and the Xuejian Immortal Master Li Murong and Xue Yinghua left the rest to return to Xuezhuang.

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What I fear most in those days when I was alone is loneliness. Loneliness is like you sitting in the corner of the wall, and I will be unable to stop missing you once I leave.

Mr. Chen was standing under a chirp tree and was stunned, with gray hair and hunched.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the silver tree trunk, and whispered: "It's been ten days... Duoduo, have you really left Grandpa like this?"

He remembered the scene of planting trees with his grandson when he was a child, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"That year you planted this tree at the age of three. Grandpa asked you at the time that time that Citroen Tree would grow up in the future...what weapon would you like to use?"

"You said you want a flying sword, you want to fly around like those immortal masters, you want to take your grandpa to travel around the Immortal Star..."

"But now...you're back!...you're back!!"

"Grandpa casts you...Grandpa casts you..."

In the empty courtyard, two lines of turbid tears flowed silently in the old man's murmur. The Cialis tree stood up in the cold wind, and the white buds bloomed in an instant, with redness in white.

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Qian Duoduo woke up in the darkness, to be precise, he was in a snow cave.

I saw an oil lamp emitting a glimmer of light in the darkness, and the flames were as dark as if they were about to go out at any time. A middle-aged man wearing a gray monk's robe and a buzz cut sat cross-legged beside the oil lamp, opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "My friend, are you awake?"

Qian Duoduo looked at him with a vigilant look and asked, "You saved me? Where is this?"

"Dongmo Snow Field." The gray-clothed monk said lightly.

As if he saw his vigilance and anxiety, the monk in gray said, "Don't panic, my friend, I am an ascetic monk from Xuankong Temple, and my Taoist name is Wuxin. I was practicing in the snow field, and by chance I found a coma. I wonder how my friend, a mortal, would appear in the snow field in the East Desert?"

Qian Duoduo didn't know anything about Xuankong Temple at all. He just immediately told his own experience like he found a life-saving straw, and begged the immortal master to send him back to the village.

Of course, the secrets on themselves were not mentioned, but they just said that they were taken into the black desert by the demon man and then rescued by a dark green voice boat.

"Molu Yinzhou, what Mr. Qian said should be the Yinzhou from Tianyin Pavilion." The monk in gray-clothed clothes called Wuxin said.

After a pause, he looked at Qian Duoduo with a strange expression and said, "It is a blessing that my little friend can walk out of the Black Desert with his mortal body."

Tianyin Pavilion? Qian Duoduo heard of this name for the first time and remembered it silently.

"Mobei Village is thousands of miles away from here. My friend is resting and I will give you my best tomorrow."

"Master Xie Wuxin." Qian Duoduo said respectfully. Then he saw the other party sitting in meditation with his eyes closed and ignored him.

Qian Duoduo looked at Master Wuxin who was meditating with his eyes closed and thought of the Qianying who was playing the flute in the middle of the black desert, and suddenly knelt down and asked, "Master, can you teach me how to practice?"

The monk Wuxin opened his eyes and looked at him for a long time. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes and said, "My friend does not have any spiritual root color required for practice. I am afraid there is no possibility of becoming a monk!"

Qian Duoduo felt a basin of cold water pouring on it, and it was cold from head to toe.

His wish since childhood was to become the immortal masters flying around Xuejian Mountain. Now, an immortal master told him that he did not have the qualifications to practice and could not practice at all, which made him very uncomfortable and difficult to accept!

The expression on Qian Duoduo's face was clearly visible by the unintentional monk. He had seen too many such expressions in the world and practiced hard for decades, especially in places where sects recruit new things. Those young people who walked out of the spirit test stone were very similar to Qian Duoduo at this moment.

It seemed to be to make Qian Duoduo feel good, but he continued, "Do you know how many mortals can have someone with the qualifications to practice?"

Without waiting for Qian Duoduo to respond, he continued: "Pick one in a thousand!"

Then he said: "The most important thing in practicing is the spiritual roots. The colors of the spiritual roots are divided into seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple. The lowest one is the red spiritual root, and the highest one is the purple spiritual root. As for the indigo and purple spiritual root, it is all legend. Now I know that the best spiritual roots for practicing on the continent are the blue spiritual roots."

Suddenly, the monk Wuxin paused, looked deep in the snow field, and said, "My friend Qian is lucky and has a great life, and he is destined to be with me, so I have a good eye for me."

After saying that, he saw his monk's robe move, and sat cross-legged in the void, reciting the nameless scriptures, and his body began to become empty. Then a crescent-shaped thing floated and floated in his dantian, emitting golden lights, which instantly enveloped his whole body.

He looked like an ancient golden Buddha, emitting thousands of lights illuminating the entire snow field. The powerful aura of the Guiling Period spread to the vastness of the snow field.

The snow wolf that was approaching quietly on the snowfield hurriedly disappeared in fear.

"Is this... the origin of spiritual roots for monks' practice?"

Qian Duoduo opened his mouth wide in horror and said in shock. Although he had seen the mysterious and dangerous Hei Mo in the monster, he was no longer the ignorant boy, but he could not stop being amazed after suddenly seeing the original spiritual roots of the monk's practice.

A moment later, the monk Wuxin returned. Qian Duoduo asked unwillingly: "Master Wuxin, can you really not practice without spiritual roots?"

The monk Wuxin looked at the expectant look in his eyes and said with a complicated face: "In addition to the seven spiritual root colors I mentioned, there are two kinds of spiritual roots in the world that we cannot see with our naked eyes. Maybe my friend is the pride of that day."

"What kind of spiritual roots are they?!"

"Black and white spiritual roots! Rare spiritual roots that can only be measured by spirit stones!"

The unintentional monk didn't say anything, and he even chose one of the owners of the black and white spiritual roots.

"Master Xie answers the doubts!"
Chapter completed!