Infinite Sims

Chapter 80 The Lost Year
"So hot!"

Jiang Ren suddenly felt the extreme warmth coming from his body, as if his whole body was immersed in a sea of ​​fire and was about to be melted away.

Darkness fades away.

The surrounding scenery comes into view.

With just one glance, Jiang Ren knew why he felt hot.

At this moment, he was in a pool of about ten feet in size, but the water in this pool was not normal water, but fiery red like magma, and the water surface was constantly bubbling with hot bubbles.

And his body is a long stick in fire water!
"It's really a stick, and it's still a fire stick."

Jiang Ren sensed it a little and found the strangeness of this new body.

Although the surrounding fire and water gave him a feeling that it was about to melt him, not only did it not hurt him, but it actually had many benefits.

The violent energy in the fire and water is constantly transforming his body.

"These fifty fates are worth spending, but why does the status of fifty fates feel so strange?"

Jiang Ren looked through the fire and water, and found that it seemed to be a valley.

The space in the valley is about a hundred feet in size. There is only one path for one person to go out. The rest of the place is surrounded by steep mountain walls.

Don't talk about living people around, not even a living thing.

"Judging from the traces in the valley and the bottom of the pool where I was inserted right below the center of the fire pool, this should be all man-made, but the people or forces who set it up are not in the valley."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren calmed down and focused on his newly acquired body.

The power of the soul spreads in the stick, and it is carefully sensed.

"Is this really a stick?"

"In terms of light density, it's no worse than the sword I strengthened for a month. Is this the so-called birth is the end..."

Jiang Ren threw away these useless thoughts, and began to convert the power of the soul into the power of the weapon, just like the last paragraph of Daosheng.

It wasn't until then that he realized that the new body wasn't perfect.

The weapon energy transformed by the power of the soul is almost exhausted. For the entire stick body, it is like a drop in the bucket. Compared with when the body is still a knife, the difficulty of replenishment increases several times.

but.

When the power of the soul was exhausted, Jiang Ren felt that the special energy in the fire water melted into the soul, restoring the power of the soul at a very fast speed.

In just a few minutes, it was almost completely restored.

It's not like being a knife at all, practicing for 2 minutes and resting for an hour.

Jiang Ren felt a little bit and saw that the power of his soul had been fully recovered, and he immediately devoted himself to the practice of transforming it into power.

As a weapon that cannot speak and cannot move.

The biggest benefit is that you will unconsciously devote all your energy to the only thing you can do.

Time passes day by day.

Although it is difficult to fill the body of the stick with a tool, due to the fast recovery, there have been many achievements under the accumulation.

It only took half a month, and the body of the stick was fully filled.

Jiang Ren also obtained the ability to strengthen the stick body by accident, and after putting all the power into strengthening, he started training again.

one day.

January.

One year.

In the blink of an eye, more than three years have passed.

In the middle of this, Jiang Ren's biggest reliance on judging the time is that every month, a person will appear on the path in the valley and throw a few fist-sized spar into the fire pool.

The spar contains violent energy.

It is they that make this fire pool always like boiling magma, which can continuously nourish the body of the stick.

In the past three years, no one has been absent for a month.

But in the same way, the incoming person never walked out of the path, which happened to be in the blind spot of Jiang Ren's vision. Even if he moved his eyes, he could not see the incoming person.

I have to say, this day is extremely boring.

If it wasn't that Huotan could speed up the recovery of Jiang Ren's soul power, causing him to devote a lot of time to cultivation, he doubted whether he could endure it.

"Ok?"

On this day, Jiang Ren, who was practicing, suddenly stopped and turned his attention to the only entrance to the valley.

He heard footsteps.

But today is not the monthly throwing day, and there seem to be two footsteps coming this way.

at last.

Three years after he came to this world, Jiang Ren met the first person.

It was an old monk with an old face and a yellow cassock, followed by a handsome young monk with a blushing forehead.

"A monk?"

Jiang Ren looked at the two carefully, but did not feel strange.

Although I haven't seen the person who set up this valley before, it must be known that the people who use sticks like him are usually of the same profession - monks.

"This is the pool of flames. It is because our Gushan Temple invested a lot of resources and efforts, plus the treasures given by the temple, to finally form this pool of flames."

The old monk came to the fire pool slowly, and the old voice said from his mouth, the high temperature emanating from the fire had no effect on him.

The young monk also walked to the fire pool and clasped his hands together: "It's really amazing, Master Abbot, is my body protection tool in this fire pool?"

"No dust."

The abbot turned the rosary in his hand and gestured: "Look carefully, what is under the fire pool."

Wuchen blinked, running a technique that could enhance his eyesight, and looked under the fire pool.

Under the fiery red flames, a stick-shaped phantom could be faintly seen.

"stick?"

Wuchen retracted his gaze and looked at the abbot.

"Yes, this is your shield."

The abbot stretched out his left hand and slapped towards the center of the fire pool.

beep!
The flames in the center exploded in an instant, as if being hit hard.

A fiery red long stick flew out of it, drawn a curve in the air, and finally inserted into the ground in front of Wuchen.

"Amitabha."

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "This body protection tool has been smelted to the last step. You only need to drop the blood on your fingertips to complete this last step."

Blood on your fingertips?

Jiang Ren was stunned, why did it feel a bit like recognizing the master from a drop of blood?

Before he could react, Wuxin slashed the skin of his fingertips with internal force, and a drop of blood the size of a soy bean ejected from it and flew to him.

The blood on the stick dissipated and turned into a black eyebrow-length stick.

For an instant.

Jiang Ren felt a faint consciousness on his body.

Through this awareness, he found that even if he restrained his mind and did not observe the outside world, he could sense the existence and specific orientation of the young monk next to him.

And as long as he wants to, he can easily erase this consciousness.

"It's okay, it's not a drop of blood to recognize the Lord."

Jiang Ren breathed a sigh of relief, and the integrity was preserved.

"This stick has no name, you can give it a name, Wuchen."

The abbot turned the rosary with a happy smile on his face.

Wuchen shook his head and said: "Everything in the world has a spirit, including this stick. Its name should be decided by itself, not by me."

"That's good, then let's go."

The abbot turned around as he spoke.Go to the path.

Wuchen stretched out his hand to hold the long stick, as if thinking of something, and looked back at the abbot: "Master Abbot, this disciple has been in retreat for many months, I don't know what day it is?"

"The ninth day of September."

The figure of the abbot disappeared in the path, but the voice came from far away.

Hearing this, Wuchen murmured in a low voice: "Since there is no year, it means that my retreat time is not too long, and it is still five thousand eight hundred and forty-five years."

"5845?!"

Jiang Ren's mind was swayed. He remembered that the first time he came to this world was in May 5742.

two years.

One hundred and three years later.

That is to say, this entry directly skipped the whole-"100 years!"

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