Zhao Li returned from his dream to the underground cave that was used as a prison.

He was a little confused.

One sound after another echoed in his ears, almost forming auditory hallucinations. These syllables with special rhythms reflected in the depths of his mind. Because he remembered the entire content of Tianquan's Qi nourishment, he naturally responded.

The meridians no longer have the tendency to attract the invisible qi around them into the body.

Instead, it simply forms a state similar to a vortex.

Zhao Li naturally entered the state of breathing and practicing. He was only one step away from success. The internal energy that dispersed near the Dantian reunited, and then followed the trajectory of the small circumference and flowed quickly. Due to the influence of the afterglow of Tianquan, the process was extremely smooth.

He was awakened by hunger.

When his consciousness woke up, the afterglow of Tianquan had disappeared, and a warm current in his body slowly swam. This is the forbidden area of ​​the Tiexi. According to legend, it is connected to Jiuyou and is one of the branch roads leading to the human world. Every moment, extremely cold wind will gush out from the ground.

This is naturally an absurd legend, but the temperature is indeed extremely low and the cold wind is constantly coming.

Except for samurai, no one can last too long.

Before, Zhao Li felt that his fingertips were already frozen to the point of his fingers, but now, the warm current in his body was flowing, and a stream of hot air was flowing. He was no longer afraid of the cold. He was just surprised, and his stomach twitched again, and hunger came again.

Zhao Li saw the roasted elk on the stone next to him and grabbed it. The hardness from his hands made him hesitate.

He picked it up, opened his mouth, and tentatively bit it on the barbecue.

His teeth were unable to touch each other.

Zhao Li opened his mouth and put the meat in front of him. Looking at the two shallow tooth marks on it, he was silent. He suddenly reached out and knocked on the stone with a grilled elk meat.

The stones collided with the flesh, making a crisp sound, which was heard from afar.

Well, it's very suitable for self-defense.

This hardness, with enough strength, is almost enough to knock an adult man out of touch.

Zhao Li complained silently, but then chuckled, snapped his fingers and said:

"The jerky meat that was blown by the cold wind for six hours, with an attack power of 1 o'clock."

Without resentment, howling in anger or anger, Zhao Li found a slightly leeward place this time, and used the wooden bowls he sent to serve a bowl of water, dried meat and water in the underground river, all placed on a flat stone in front, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if there was a black dining table in front.

Zhao Li nodded with satisfaction.

Then I washed my hands in the river water, waited for the water on my hands to dry out, picked up the wooden bowl and drank it to moisten my throat, and then grabbed the dried meat. In such a lonely and cold place, I don’t know how many people were imprisoned. The lonely man howled and died, but he seemed to be still in a civilized world.

He put the jerky in his mouth again, following the original texture of the meat piece, he finally tore off a tough and hard jerky with his teeth, puffing up the muscles of his cheeks, chewing hard, swallowing it hard, and saying with a smile:

"The non-polluting meat, traditional cooking methods, is made with precious Chinese herbal medicines."

"And it is worth having with the most traditional air-drying method."

He was the only one who was lonely in the cave, with a hint of relaxed laughter.

"Oh, Zhao Li, you've made a lot of money."

As if he was entertaining himself, Zhao Li took a lot of time to eat the dried meat that was blown by the wind after adding tiger blood grass. Zhao Li felt that there seemed to be a ball of flame in his stomach, burning surgingly, and the wisp of internal energy flowed faster and transported blood.

Zhao Li clenched his teeth and said to himself:

"Eat enough and eat."

Just as he was about to take a break, he entered the dream space again and added a buff to continue his practice, footsteps came from afar. Zhao Li raised his eyebrows. The last time he came was two guards, but this time the footsteps sounded three, and one more slight.

Three people came from the direction of the cave entrance.

Zhou Shuang was holding a bronze lamp in one hand. The black lamp oil inside the lamp base led out a cotton thread. The flames burned and released a stable light source. In front of him was a white-haired old man, who was a little thin, wearing erect clothes, with quiet eyes and a bronze dagger hanging on his waist.

This is the old witch in the tribe who can communicate with the gods and the spirits of their ancestors through smoke.

He is a person with status or even above warriors.

Zhou Shuang leaned down respectfully, letting the lights follow Wu Zhu steadily, and said in a humble tone: "Mr. Wu Zhu, that sacrifice is now below."

Wu Zhu nodded.

When he mentioned the word "sacrificial", he felt a pain in his chin, and he was in a bad mood. He had been following the previous generation of Wu Zhu when he was a teenager. Until now, he had never encountered a sacrificial product who dared to react that way and had a sudden attack. He remembered the eyes he turned around today and saw.

Like a tiger dealing with a pack of wolves.

His old eyes overlooked the cold cave.

This cave is very deep. The underground rivers rushed out of natural trajectory and there were rugged strange rocks. It would be difficult for people who were unfamiliar with it. If you accidentally fell down and hit the stones, you would get injured in the river. But he was different. He had walked through this cave too many times and was too familiar with it.

He had sent prisoners of war and sacrifices here many times.

After walking for a while, he saw the offering where the light could reach.

Wu Zhu stopped and was silent. He wanted to take the light from Zhou Shuang as before and go there in person. However, thinking of the fierce and heavy blow this morning, he stopped again, remained silent, and said with a cold face:

"You go with me."

Zhou Shuang was flattered and hurriedly got close to the old man and followed him step by step.

Wu Zhu saw the offering.

He had seen many enemies who were captured and used to worship heaven, and some of them would be sent here. When he learned about his fate, most of them would become irritable, angry, and even hysterical. But now, the offering was sitting in a windproof position, with food utensils placed on the stone in front of him, and his eyes were calm.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Looking at the offering, he actually felt like he was in most of Jiuli's body.

He stepped on soft satin and burning flames in front of him. The aroma of spices made people intoxicated. On the table were roasted food and green wine like the sky. In front of him was not sacrifices, but a noble man with the best teachings and noble origins.

He immediately overturned this view.

This is not an illusion.

Wu Zhu's first reaction at this time was not his previous anger and murderous intent.

He just sighed in his heart:

"Sure enough, this is the best offering."

The old man asked Zhou Shuang to walk in front of Zhao Li after five steps and said slowly:

"I am Wu Zhu from Iron West."

"My name is Han."
Chapter completed!