Record of Chaos

　　 Even knowing that falling into the gorge will not die, it would be helpful. Looking at the puppet's sharp blade, Gouzhu and the others still shuddered.

　　 Knowing that you will not die, but if you are stabbed with a knife a hundred times, any normal human will feel chills.

　　 Compared with the endless torture mode, death is nothing more than a painless enjoyment.

　　 Gouzhu even wanted to accept the old man’s transmission, and immediately left the transmission tower.

　　 can not only get a lot of benefits, but also avoid this endless dilemma of adding oneself to one another. But in this way, you won't be able to reach a higher level of the power transmission tower.

　　 Gouzhu stands on the bridge like this every day, experiencing endless tortures in his heart.

　　 This is also a kind of cultivation, which is more difficult than the cultivation of true energy, the cultivation of the flesh, and the cultivation of swordsmanship, and the cultivation of courage.

　　 He knew that he still had a lot to do.

　　 He wants to save the peerless woman who has saved herself many times from the shadow of death.

　　He is going to find the woman named Lan Ruoshuang, to let her know what is truly sinister and despicable...

　　He wants to kick off the stumbling block of Tang Su who threatens his Wuyuan brothers!

　　He wants to break through the nine foundations in five years, and he wants to survive from the dead!

　　 "Did you figure it out?"

　　 A deep sarcasm came from the empty mouth of the puppet.

　　 The ruthless puppet seems to be the incarnation of the ruthless world. It teaches all the sword tricks in every detail, while leaving a way back into the canyon to rebirth the flesh, never killing people.

　　Life becomes such a cycle. Gouzhu constantly tempers his courage at the bridge, overcomes the fear of physical pain, and then practices swordsmanship at the bridge.

I have to admit that Gouzhu’s swordsmanship is very sophisticated. It used to fight against the puppets with three strokes and will hurt. Later, I can gradually fight more than ten strokes without falling into the wind. Then, he was brutally tortured and fell into the canyon, and his body was reborn. The condensing of zhenqi, and the stability and upgrading of realm.

　　 Whether it is Song Ruhai, Fat Cow or Wood, under the example of Gouzhu, he has overcome his inner fear and entered such a terrible cycle of cultivation.

　　 Everyone is almost reborn.

　　 Song Ruhai was originally talented. Within a month, he continuously surpassed the mid-term, late-stage and peak state of the base building triple, and even vaguely launched an impact on the fourth level.

The state of Fat Cow has also reached the late stage of the triple stage of foundation building. These puppets are proficient in a total of 287 swordsmanship, and their ability to move and unload moves is so precise that humans can’t match them. Fat Cows are obsessed with swordsmanship and death fighting. Below, the swordsmanship has obtained the greatest diligence, and can even fight hundreds of moves with the puppet without losing the wind.

On the contrary, the benefit of wood is the least. Because of the innate tree, once it is stabbed by the sword, it will automatically activate the defense of the tree, so the injury is the least. Even if you fall into the canyon, you will not get much. Benefits of fairy tree aura.

　　 As for swordsmanship, Mu Wu was not accustomed to this weapon by nature, he would rather use a bow and hatchet. It's a mess.

　　 But even so, the wood has reached the triple peak state in the temper.

　　 They practiced their swords and their bodies day by day. Everyone forgot how many days had passed until they suddenly felt hungry and took out the bigu pill and swallowed them. Then they suddenly realized that one month passed.

　　 For them, this month is not a waste of time.

　　 A four-tiered foundation building and three triple-foundation first-level wuyuans, although far behind Tang Su, are infinitely close to those perverted genius wuyuans.

　　 But Gouzhu also discovered that the green wood aura at the bottom of the valley can give them less and less benefits. Although they can regenerate their bodies every time they fall into the valley, it is more and more difficult to improve their realm.

Because of repeated blood changes and rebirth, their bodies have become more and more the same as the fairy tree, and the fairy tree's interest in their blood has also decreased. If you continue to practice here, you can only improve your swordsmanship. Up.

　　 The improvement of swordsmanship is also a time-consuming process. It is a foolish dream to kill Tang Su with swordsmanship without ten or eight years of effort.

　　 How can I leave this layer?

　　 Gouzhu have also tried for a long time. Although they can go down to the gorge, they can't go up the other side anyway.

　　 Not only the cliffs are smooth and pathless, but also the powerful repulsive force they encountered when they forced many people to cross the bridge.

　　 Obviously, from the bridge is the only way.

　　 But when you cross the bridge, you must defeat the puppet alone.

　　 Time is getting closer and closer to the Wuyuan ranking battle, they can only challenge the puppets one at a time.

　　 "You have begun to embark on the path of real sword repair."

　　 Every time they see them crawling out of the valley along the ropes, the old carpenter smiles with a rare satisfaction.

　　 After dawn again, the old man will ask if his life is nothing but the first sight: "You want to learn swordsmanship?"

　　 Gouzhu even doubted whether he was a real human being. He believed that real humans must have weaknesses...

"Senior, I still have a few pure Yang Pills here," Gouzhu tried to take out the immortal lotus. Of course, it was borrowed from Song Ruhai. "Senior is a little urgent. If you want to go to the other side, as long as Senior is willing to raise your hand, Show us which bridges to cross—"

　　 "This is not the real way of sword repair."

　　 In the gray eyes of the old man, there was no fluctuation at all, he just shook his head.

　　 Gouzhu was anxious, and even took out ten heavy Profound Yin Pills. This was the maximum price he could accept in his heart, and the old man still did not respond. His hollow eyes seemed to really have no interest in money.

　　The same goes for an old man who lives here all day doing carpentry. What is the use of asking for money?

　　 Only enough wood is needed. However, the most indispensable thing on a small hill is wood.

　　 This makes Gouzhu mad.

　　 He even wanted to design, hang the old man to have a fight, and torture the way to cross the bridge. But to deal with a god-man who can step on the void and do not know the depth, it is better to deal with those puppets.

　　 But he can't beat those puppets.

　　 Gouzhu suddenly discovered that at this point, real living people are far inferior to puppets.

　　 People always have weaknesses, wealthy people die of wealth, lustful people die of sex, and righteous sacrifices to righteousness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Only puppets, they have no weakness.

　　Because they don't have any desires, they only do one thing-not let others cross the bridge.

　　 Gouzhu once had four people fight the same puppet every day, hoping that this damage would accumulate until the puppet was completely damaged.

　　The swordsmanship of the fat cow or the violent impact of wood can also cause some damage to these puppets.

　　 But the old man is extremely loyal to his duties. As long as these puppets are slightly damaged, even if only half of their fingers are cut off, he will come to recycle the old ones and replace them with new ones he made, so that the efforts of hooking pigs will be completely wasted.

　　 Gouzhu can only stare at him every day, wishing to find a chance to choke the old man to death.

　　 Every night, except for this wooden house, other places will fall into that kind of intense darkness.

　　 That kind of darkness drowned all human feelings, but there was a faint light from this wooden house, expelling the darkness and maintaining his own existence.

　　 The old man doesn't mind if they spend the night in the wooden house.

　　 The ground was covered with sawdust, but there was no bed. There was only a ten-foot-long platform on which was covered with parts and tools of the puppet made by the old man.

　　 They either lie on the sawdust, or lie down on the platform and get lost all night, dreaming of the comfortable life in the Wuyuan tree house.

　　 All the tactics of Gouzhu are useless, unable to sleep, and can't help but want to come out and walk.

　　 The wooden house is not small, with many rooms.

　　 There is a dim light in the room, and it is this dim light that is driving away the darkness.

　　 But there was no light in the room. The fairy tree seemed to naturally hate fire. Everyone tried to chop branches to light a bonfire at night, but they couldn't light it.

　　Darkness is enough to swallow all flames and make them return to nothingness.

　　 This dim light is a kind of aura, coming down from the ground.