The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

The worm of greed.

A special flying insect that likes to devour human greed, of course, they don’t just devour greed.

Hungry will swallow life.

In Xuanmiaozong's inexplicable view of the inner mountains, there are many books in the collection that can be consulted.

In these books, a lot of common sense is not very important.

Among them are some descriptions of the real world.

Wei He retracted his gaze and circled around.

He probably looked at the sea, it was all gray and black, and the surface of the sea was covered with thick ‘blanket’.

The air was like a sandstorm.

There are countless floating microorganisms, which will be blown away by the wind.

With Wei He's eyesight at this time, we can still see that there are many microbes in these winds with strange shapes, and many even have sharp mouthparts.

The thin wind and sand made him only see a distance of about 100 meters.

Farther away it was just hazy.

He walked a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the dock, only one step short of jumping into the sea.

Suddenly something floated slowly on the surface of the sea.

The thing was close to the surface of the water, but it didn't fully surface.

Wei He squinted.

It was a huge, pale beetle the size of a washbasin.

On the back of the beetle, there is a white face, sad and inexplicable, and the lips are constantly wriggling, as if to say something.

"Human Face Worm, a real beast with a fierce temperament. But if you don't actively provoke it, it will be harmless." Chang Xuezhong also opened his super-sensing eyes, explaining on the side.

Wei He nodded.

He began to move slowly along the dock.

In addition to some building fences built by Kaitian Island on the pier, you can also see some remnants of the real world.

Wei He quickly walked to a place that seemed to be a ship pile and stopped.

Ship piles are metal piles used for small and medium-sized ships to tie the ropes when docking.

This was established to prevent Haifeng from blowing the ship away.

It’s just that Wei He stopped here because...

This ship pile only exists in the real world.

He quickly turned off SuperSense, and there was nothing on the ground.

When the super sense was turned on, the dark red boat pile appeared again.

"There are many such boat piles on the entire island, everywhere. It is said that they existed before my Xuanmiao Sect came here. We tried to deal with them, but soon they will grow again, and then they disappeared. "Chang Xuezhong introduced.

"..." Wei He nodded, knelt down, and carefully looked at the ship pile.

This thing is a metal cylinder with thick thighs, and the surface is covered with thick rust-like dirt.

The dirt is wet, it will continue to squirm, glowing with a light red fluorescence.

Wei He looked around and found that there were not only a lot of these ship piles, but also crooked, not all straight.

It is not so much a ship pile, as it is some kind of ore crystal column protruding from the ground.

Moreover, he always feels like artificial.

Standing up, he looked at the pier where people came and went on one side.

On the wharf, passersby covered with thick microorganisms came and went.

Many people are like wearing a thick dust coat all over the body, all the way, all the way scum.

The dregs they dropped on the ground were all crawling around, all of them were swarm-like things.

The entire wharf, an area filled with floating objects.

There are only a few clean and translucent figures coming and going, quite clear.

"Those who have nothing on their bodies are the sense of inscription. Only the protective strength formed by the real energy can stop these floating objects." Chang Xuezhong explained.

His task is to pull Wei He out in time if he encounters any troubles when he is continuously super-sensing.

"By the way, don't look at the truth so terrible and disgusting, but in fact, there are some places that are fun." Chang Xuezhong suddenly smiled, "How about it? Would you like to experience it?"

"What?" Wei He was slightly curious.

"Come with me." Chang Xuezhong walked to the front and led the way, Wei He followed closely.

The two quickly left the dock area and came to a remote beach on Tiandao Island.

This beach, in the exterior world, is an empty, deserted beach.

But in the real interior scene, it is a completely different scene.

The two stood far away on the edge of the beach, looking inside.

On the gray-black sandy beach, a huge dark yellow snail more than three meters high, carrying a hill-like shell on its back, slowly crawled towards the distance of the sandy beach.

The snail has a dark yellow covering all over its body, and wherever it crawls, it leaves a clear wet trail.

"This is a wheel snail. A real beast with an extremely gentle temperament. It never actively attacks people, but keeps its head on the road."

Chang Xuezhong walked forward and approached the giant snail.

"The shell on the back of the wheel snail can go in and rest. It is said that they will never stop crawling forward until they reach the deepest truth in the legend."

"The deepest part of the truth?" Wei He was surprised.

"Yes, no one knows what the real end is. Perhaps only the masters will know the mystery."

He walked to the side of the wheel snail and stretched out his hand to gently touch the giant shell of the wheel snail.

Wei He also came over and stroked the snail shell lightly.

He is different from Chang Xuezhong, his left hand is super-feeling, and he can clearly feel the hardness and roughness of the snail shell, as well as the faint biting coldness.

"Now, you look back at our Xuanmiao Sect's volcano." Chang Xuezhong said suddenly.

Hearing the words, Wei He was stunned, then looked back.

The whole day the island volcano direction.

There is a thick layer of gray-black floating objects, which surrounds the entire volcano.

They are flying, spinning, like a black tornado.

At the center of the volcano, a ray of light like colored glaze slowly penetrated from between the gray and black floating objects. Like a series of searchlights, illuminating this weird and doomsday world with a touch of vitality.

"Did you see it? That is the blessed land of our sect." Chang Xuezhong smiled.

"..." Wei He raised his eyes, and could still vaguely see some special smoke haunting in the light.

"Let's go. Let's change place." Chang Xuezhong continued.

"Yeah." Wei He nodded.

He lifted his foot and was about to move forward, but suddenly he paused and stopped in place.

His gaze was in another direction on the island.

In the gray black mountain forest, there is a spire that is obviously a man-made structure protruding out of the woods.

Chang Xuezhong took a few steps and found that no one was following him. He looked back and saw Wei He looking at the steeple building.

"That's a secret realm. It's also where the super-powerful real beasts that our Xuanmiao Sect seals and suppresses are in. The gates are guarded by real people, and they are not allowed to enter or exit."

"Really?" Wei He squinted.

"Well, come with me, I'll tell you some common sense." Chang Xuezhong said seriously.

"Since you have a sense of your eyes, then some things can be identified with your eyes. Like the wheel snail just now, the snail shell on its body can get in and rest, but be careful not to stay in it for too long. Otherwise, you Will slowly fall asleep, and then unknowingly be taken to an unknown place.

Someone had disappeared because of this before. After getting in, they were taken away by a snail and never came back. "

"Yeah." Wei He remembered every word of Chang Xuezhong.

But there are still those ship piles just now in his mind, as well as the spire of the building that he just saw.

That spire.....

General Wei He felt that he seemed to have seen it somewhere.

The kind of spire resembling a traditional Chinese ancient hall, the surface is covered with thick activated adhesive, and there are tiny flying insects flying around.

You can feel the stench even without looking.

"Let's go, don't be in a daze." Chang Xuezhong urged in front.

"Okay." Wei He regained consciousness and quickly followed.

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Wang Shaojun lit the fuel lamp, then put the gauze lampshade up, sighed, and sat back down again.

Outside the window is a shady shade, the full moon hangs high, the moonlight is like a gauze, and the courtyard outside is quiet and quiet.

But in Wang Shaojun's heart, there was no peace.

The heavy pressure from the wind and rain made him feel like his chest was being held down by a heavy object.

He was breathless and exhausted physically and mentally. Worried about the future of the family, my own future.

In the darkness, from the arch of the courtyard, there was sound of singing from far away.

It was the old man at home entertaining himself in his yard.

In recent years, the old man has become fascinated by singing, and he will come to a few paragraphs every day. The proficient is proficient, and he can sing well.

But Wang Shaojun didn't like to listen to the drama himself.

He sighed, turned around, and saw his wife getting up from the bed with sleepy eyes.

"Young Master, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Thinking about the future." Wang Shaojun sighed.

"In the future? What else can we do in the future? Let's take one step as one step." His wife has a gentle temperament and is considered a good match, just because she is not high in height, she doesn't understand many things, and she can't see that far.

Looking at his wife's ignorant expression.

Wang Shaojun didn't know who to talk to about the stuff in Wang Shaojun's heart.

"It's okay, you go to bed first. I'll read the book and come in a while."

"Hmm..." The wife knows that she can't help, as long as she is well-behaved and sensible, it is best.

Watching his wife fall asleep, Wang Shaojun sat back at the window again and poured himself a glass of wine.

The fight at the top level of the Wu Jun is a battle at the level of inscription.

It's far from what they can mix with the masters of dirty practice.

Ming sense, that level, is beyond reach.

Wang Shaojun once hoped to be able to touch it, but he gave up. He chose another path.

But now, he regretted it again.

But unfortunately, now he has no room for regret. Because there will be no additional opportunities for him.

Originally, he thought that he would just stomped on like this, drifting with the flow, ups and downs with the general trend.

Until a letter from Haizhou ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ let him regain the hope that he once gave up.

Should I go or stay...?

Now the so-called martial arts in Taizhou, in the so-called rivers and lakes, the legend about Wandumen has long since disappeared.

Instead, the new Taizhou four beauties, as well as three top genius masters, are popular on the streets and alleys.

And even for him, he has long since become the yellow flower of yesterday, reduced to a reference object for comparison and comparison.

People in the rivers and lakes, mentioning him, would only say one of the king's backbone masters.

Perhaps some people will call him by his nickname: Yumianlangjun Wang Shaojun.

Maybe someone still remembers him, but the real focus of the people in the rivers and lakes and martial arts is no longer him, but the grievances and hatreds between those young geniuses.

Even if the army of Wu Jun suppressed the realm, the so-called quack martial arts is still as usual, you kill me and I kill you.