hell hunter

Facing his defeated general Huang Gai, Wang Mo was frightened and even had a premonition of failure. If the premonition came true, it would be Wang Mo's first failure. Of course, he would not give in to the premonition and would not fight until the last moment.

He will not admit defeat. This time Wang Mo needs to use all his strength to make this feeling of failure disappear.

"The improvement... is not enough, we have to improve it again!" Wang Mo improved his soul power again, adding 80% of the soul power equivalent to seven million, almost thirteen million. The powerful soul power exploded the torrential river water,

Thousands of long swords suddenly appeared, forming a sword storm.

"Sword of Heaven!" This is the strongest move I can use. A fifty-meter giant sword presses down on Huang Gai's head.

"Wrath of the Sea-Breaking Sea!" Huang Gai also completed the accumulation of soul power, and smashed out a stream of soul power with the steel whip. The momentum was much inferior to Wang Mo's giant sword, but he still faced the terrifying giant sword angrily.

A huge wave arose on the river, submerging all the warships involved in the confrontation. Twenty minutes later, the river returned to calm, and Huang Gai was still squatting on the bow of the ship, panting. But Wang Mo and his warship had disappeared, and the rest of the warships on the river had disappeared.

The next piece of broken wood was a piece of wood, and two broken long swords.

"Wang Mo's martial arts is so outstanding that he is not inferior to you. It's a pity that he doesn't have the guidance of a famous teacher and doesn't know how to use this power. What a pity that God is jealous of talents!" Cao Cao couldn't help but shook his head and sighed after seeing the situation on the river.

Returned to the camp under the protection of Xiahou Dun.

"Cao Cao didn't even let you collect his body, poor man." Huang Gai watched Cao Cao return to the camp, then looked at the black river surface. Then he sighed and turned the boat back to the camp.

This is when Wang Mo really failed. He failed at the moment of fighting. The sword of Heavenly Man lasted for only three seconds, and then it was completely shattered by the sea-breaking whip. Therefore, the black long sword and the imitation green sword

All the swords were completely broken, leaving only one formation sword still there. He barely managed to hold on to the long sword and at the same time he passed out, letting the soul power in his body slip away with the rolling water of the river.

"I will die...no one will save me anymore." This was Wang Mo's last thought before he lost consciousness.

Wang Mo was like a soap bubble with a high concentration. As the river water was rushed downstream, the soap itself was quickly dissolved. When the soap bubble was about to finally collapse, it finally hit the bank of the Yangtze River. A

The old man wearing a white robe and long silver hair saw the dying Wang Mo. After watching for a few seconds, Wang Mo's body left the water with a casual move and floated in front of the old man.

"Outsiders..." The old man revealed Wang Mo's identity, turned around and left the river. Wang Mo seemed to be attracted by a magnet, floating two meters behind the old man.

The old man disappeared into the horizon in two steps, just like the legendary land god. He stopped in a paradise-like place, where you can imagine the mystery and tranquility. He placed Wang Mo on the ground of the fenced courtyard, just in time.

The strongest ray of sunlight enveloped the whole body. He took out a seemingly ordinary pill and stuffed it into Wang Mo's mouth.

"I don't know what Zhou Yu thinks. I actually saved his enemy, but he was an illusion hunter." The old man actually saw Wang Mo's identity outside the battlefield, and there was not much surprise on his face. He went to the bamboo house to read and drink.

Tea, a beautiful picture of leisurely life.

As long as he can wake up from a coma, it is just a process of his brain going dark and then brightening. Wang Mo did not dream while in coma, it was like waking up from a nap. Only two eyes could be opened in the whole body, and what he saw was

It's a beautiful scene from another world. I don't understand this scene at all in my mind, and there's no room for even guessing.

"..." Wang Mo wanted to ask out loud, but he didn't have the courage at all. It was as if he had just died and came to this world. He could only think about the worst case scenario, which was also the only space he could think of, "Could it be that I can already

Reincarnation? You must be a beautiful woman when you are reincarnated..."

"I didn't expect to save a big dick, hey!" An old but loud voice broke the random thoughts in Wang Mo's mind. The face of an expert hermit looked at him from above, stroking his beard and said, "

You are still in the foggy battlefield, and you are not dead yet, you have just been beaten to the ground and lost your cultivation."

"Can people who die on one side also lose their cultivation?" Wang Mo was surprised at first, and then he cried happily without any turning points. It was not an easy journey for him, and he wandered between life and death several times. Who can explain it?

Bitterness is something only you know.

"It's not a sin for a man to cry..." The old man said a line of lyrics that cheered up the crying Wang Mo, and his curiosity regained the high ground.

Everything in front of him was outrageous, even a little beyond Wang Mo's cognition. To soothe the grief in his heart, he asked politely, "Thank you, old man, for saving me, but what exactly happened in front of me? What can I do next?"

What should I do? Who are you?"

In fact, Wang Mo has a lot of questions, but he just doesn't have the nerve to ask them all at once.

"The ones with the most problems are teenagers, and teenagers will all fail. You just failed because you didn't have the guidance of a famous teacher. How pitiful!" The old man stroked his beard with a look of great regret on his face, "You were beaten to death by Lao Huang Gai.

, I found you by the river, and I tried my best to save you here."

"Have I become an amateur again?" Wang Mo felt very lonely when he spoke, as if he was about to die. "What does all the struggle in the past mean? Why did I lose to Huang Gai, who has lower soul power than me!"

"I am unwilling..." Wang Mo shouted hoarsely, with too much unwillingness and anger in his chest.

"Because you don't understand what soul power is or how to use it. You only used 30% of your soul power at most, so your loss is not unfair at all." The old man gave Wang Mo an answer he didn't understand.

, and then said a big puzzle, "Do you think that people come to the spirit plane after death? But have you ever seen or heard of those people with great knowledge in history appearing in the plane? Don't you wonder at me?

Who is it? How do you know what is going on outside the battlefield?"

The survival of human beings or the progress of society are inseparable from curiosity. This old man suddenly threw out so many puzzles, and it was difficult for Wang Mo not to be curious. But the result of looking at the old man longingly was that the other party spoke lightly.

He said, "You are still a hunter and start studying again. If you can graduate from me, I will tell you most of the answers."

"Feel the soul power in the world, absorb it into the body, and regain new soul power. This is the first lesson." After saying this, the old man walked into the hut, drank tea, played the piano, closed his eyes and rested, as if there was no king at all.

This guy exists.

"I originally had no talent. I gained my first soul power by eating a giant wolf soul beast, and now I'm reincarnated again." Wang Mo's heart was full of mixed emotions, as if he had returned to his childhood, everything.

You have to adapt and learn again.

"It should be easy, right?" Wang Mo encouraged himself in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and then began to absorb soul power. But he didn't know where to exert force in his whole body, and he couldn't absorb any soul power. It was like a person with a stuffy nose.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't absorb any air, and the taste was very unpleasant.

"ah……"

Wang Mo tried countless times, but the failure made him unable to calm down. The heart-wrenching frustration made him mentally collapse. Only his voice and eyes could move, so he started roaring crazily to vent the tightness in his chest.

But this is of no help, and nothing seems to improve after coming back.

"It feels a bit cold today. It's different from how it looks. Hey!" the old man said calmly in the room, then leaned on a chair and took a nap.

"Feeling..." Wang Mo opened his mouth to vent, but at this moment he seemed to touch something. After pondering for a while, a very stupid question suddenly appeared, "I can't feel the existence of soul power at all now, why?"

Is it possible to complete the absorption of soul power?"

"Calm down, I need to feel everything around me again. I can do it!" Wang Mo kept encouraging himself in his heart, but his body didn't know what to do. He could only close his eyes and start meditating, and began to outline the surroundings in his mind.

Everything is like a white canvas, feel it and paint it bit by bit.

"Can he?" The old man closed his eyes and took a nap, but he knew everything Wang Mo did, so he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "His body has almost been broken up. According to common sense, he should not be able to feel his soul power. Could it be that I am acting against him?"

It’s God’s will?”

The darkness in Wang Mo's mind was as solid as steel, and no matter what, he could not outline anything. As night and day alternated, Wang Mo never thought of giving up. But he began to change his thinking, and he could not feel or perceive the outside world.

.Then start to perceive your own existence, with his body as the center point, and then start to perceive the outside world.

The sun and the moon rotated rapidly, and one month passed by in a hurry. But nothing seemed to have changed in the small courtyard. Wang Mo was still lying in the middle of the courtyard, and the old man never came out of the house. But something had changed in Wang Mo's mind, and it was dark.

A piece of light appeared in the lacquered space, which was emitted by Wang Mo's body. Wang Mo successfully felt the existence of his body, and began to perceive everything around him with this as the center.

"The old man won't get me a bed or anything. It's better to change my position." Wang Mo complained in his heart, but his meditation and perception did not stop for a moment. Everything in the small courtyard slowly appeared in his dark mind.

, like a complete picture. But it took a full six months. During these days, he had been meditating with his eyes closed, never giving up or relaxing for a moment.

"The boy is really perseverant and has a good idea, but there is still a difficulty waiting for him. Don't be careless." The old man knew everything in the house and was always paying attention to Wang Mo's movements.

"It's too rough. It needs to be more detailed." Wang Mo hadn't sensed the soul power yet, so he was sensing the microcosm. From the trees and flowers in the small courtyard, he could sense fallen leaves and dust, all the way to the path of the wind towards the light.

It was all felt. All this took another six months, but none of it was a waste. A picture of a small swimming thing appeared in my mind, and everything in the picture instantly turned into such small dots.

It seems like little dots make up everything.

"That's it, I've caught you with the soul power..." Wang Mo couldn't wait to absorb it, but it became a matter of course. His stuffy nose began to breathe, and a large amount of soul power was absorbed into his body in an instant.

My body started to move again, and it felt so good to have my soul power again.

"It took one year to regain form. No one has ever achieved this miracle, but he seems to have made a mistake." The old man opened his eyes and looked at Wang Mo in the courtyard.