Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 91

91 The Projection Of Bu Wenle

At this time, people on both sides were constantly shooting each other with this weapon. People continue to fall to the ground and die after the explosion. There was also a weapon that will continuously emit a burst of explosions, and the people on the opposite side will die one by one under the raging power of this weapon. That scene was even more terrifying than the attack of the monsters.

Were these the evil spirits of hell? Bu Wenle began to feel scared. So he lay on the top of the dirt slope, carefully hiding himself from the evil spirits.

On the slope, Bu Wenle could clearly see the battlefield below. Those demons with the same length as humans kept shooting with weapons of different shapes, and then kept attacking in the distance.

Other ghosts occasionally throw a smoking object, and then a huge explosion, powerful enough to blow up a house.

The people on the opposite side also fought back with these two weapons while running away, and people on both sides kept falling down and tragically died on the spot.

He didn’t know how long it took, and finally no one was alive anymore. Bu Wenle carefully detoured back to the previous battlefield.

This was not the same place where he woke up, but the scene was the same, there were dead humans everywhere. Yes, it was indeed a human being, not an evil ghost. Bu Wenle looked at the human corpse that died tragically in front of him and eliminated the fear in his heart.

Bu Wenle picked up a dropped weapon and studied it repeatedly. what weapon is this? Is it so powerful?

He tried hard to recall how the human beings used this weapon just now. Then, based on memory, he pulled the bolt and aimed at a trigger in front of him. With a bang, a bullet flew out.

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Due to his inexperience, Bu Wenle was almost turned over by the huge recoil. The sound of gunfire was unusually abrupt in the open field.

Bu Wenle immediately squatted down, and after a while, seeing that there was no movement around, he stood up again and found another weapon of another shape to study.

What a magical world to be able to invent such a powerful weapon. At this time, Bu Wenle also realized that he should be in another world. Whether it was a dream or not, the good study habits that he usually developed prompted him to immediately put his mind on the study of this weapon.

For safety’s sake, Bu Wenle moved the twenty different weapons he had collected to the distant woods. Found a place to hide and study carefully.

I don’t know how long it took. Bowen found that the night in this world can be so bright. I saw a bright moon hanging in the sky like a silver plate. The surrounding scenery is faintly discernible, emitting a soft, dim light.

On the Ziling Continent, the infinite black light radiated by the obsidian star at night blocks all light. Humans could only see through the light of fire.

What kind of world was this place? Bu Wenle lay on the grass in the woods, looking at the moon and the stars in the sky. He had never seen such a beautiful night in his life. Until many years later, he could still clearly remember the beautiful night scene he saw that night, the bright moon, and the fantastic scenery with stars.

Bu Wenle looked at the beautiful night sky in front of him, recalled all the things that happened that day in his mind, and fell asleep in confusion.

If this was a dream, he wanted to wake up soon.

Xue’er. . .

The woods in the early morning are wet, and a thin mist lingers in the woods, like a dream. The leaves of the grass were still condensed with morning dewdrops, which were crystal clear under the morning light.

He opened his eyes slowly, and above his head, a dew-covered cobweb swayed gently in the morning breeze. He felt like something was pressing under his arm, so he grabbed it and put it in front of him. It was a strange weapon brought back from the battlefield yesterday. This indicated that he had not woken up from the dream.

How was this going? How did you come to such a strange world?

Bu Wenle recalled what happened yesterday. After a long time, he slowly sat up. Picking up the strange weapon around him, he began to study it again.

What an amazing weapon. He tried to dismantle all the places where the weapon could be disassembled, and then put it back as it was. Time moved fast, morning quickly turned to noon, and he felt his stomach growl. He hadn’t eaten for more than a day, and his stomach had long protested. He had never felt so hungry since he became a spiritual master.

He stood up and started looking for something to eat around. In the distance, he heard the sound of water. That must be a river! He was overjoyed and looked for the source of the sound.

Not long after walking, he saw a wide river appearing in the woods. The river was fifty or sixty meters wide and was flowing fast, making a rushing sound. The water flow was relatively stable only in the shallow water of the river bank.

Bu Wenle walked to the river, took a few sips of water first, scooped up the river water and washed his face. The water was very cool, and he felt much more comfortable. He thought to myself, if there was water, there would be fish. First catch a few fish to eat and feed them to the stomach.

Bu Wenle looked at the water. What? He saw an unfamiliar face through the reflection in the water.

Was this him? Bu Wenle covered his face with his hands, and the reflection in the water did the same.

He was shocked. What happened? How had his appearance changed?

At this moment, Bu Wenle suddenly heard a loud bang, and the water surface in front of him slammed into a splash at the same time.

Bu Wenle sat down by the river in fright, looked up, and rushed along the upstream direction of the river, several people wearing the same strange clothes rushed towards him with that magical weapon in their hands. While running, he said things he didn’t understand.

He didn’t dare to stop, got up and ran down the river downstream. There was a constant explosion from behind, and from time to time there was the sound of things passing quickly across the air.