Walking in the military cemetery, Li Mu was in a good mood.
This kind of comfort did not come from killing, but from he began to experience the carefree feeling of "roaring at the sight of injustice and taking action when necessary".
What was the purpose of practicing martial arts?
This question was full of philosophy, and the ancient sages of China on Earth had verified it again and again.
It could be for the sake of revenge, for the sake of protecting oneself, for the sake of not being humiliated, for the sake of doing whatever one wanted, for the sake of standing tall, for the sake of not being wronged … But in the end, it was to protect the people, things, and things that one wanted to protect.
Today, Li Mu experienced this kind of happiness.
He felt that there was a kind of enlightenment in his heart.
Since the battle with Heaven-Sword Celestial Being, Li Mu gradually had this kind of mentality.
And with the disturbance just now, this kind of enlightenment in Li Mu's heart became more and more clear.
This kind of enlightenment was that he realized that he did not need to and should not be as cautious as before.
Because what he practiced was the Celestial Cultivation Method, the path he took was completely different from that of the martial arts powerhouses of this world. From the very beginning, his focus was not the so-called Jiuzhou continent, but the entire universe of stars.
To put it in a pretentious way, it was that Li Mu's journey was the sea of stars.
At best, the Divine Land was just a fish pond.
If he was overcautious in this fish pond, how should he behave when he went out of the stars in the future?
The fact had always proved that Li Mu's strength was always higher than he thought.
Whether it was because of his arrogance or enlightenment, Li Mu felt that he had gradually grasped the path he should take in this world.
And this kind of enlightenment made Li Mu feel that during this period of time, he had vaguely felt that the bottleneck of cultivation finally began to gradually loosen.
"Perhaps, the change of mentality also plays a vital role in cultivation."
Li Mu walked along the deep path in the military cemetery.
If one wanted to become a strong master, he must first have a strong heart.
It was like a Lamborghini must have a powerful engine.
Li Mu felt that there was a kind of wonderful power in his body that was changing. Different from the previous two times when he watched Hua Xiangrong dance, this time, it was a kind of mysterious and wonderful feeling, which was flowing in his limbs and bones. Obviously, it was because of his mentality.
At the same time, he could feel his physical strength becoming restless, as if the Desolation Force that he had been suppressing was about to explode.
He walked among the military tombs.
The military cemetery was deep and serene.
Between the evergreen pines and cypresses, under the black tombstones, lay the souls of those who died in battle.
Some of the tombstones even had offerings placed in front of them.
In the depths of this place, one could vaguely hear some weeping. Some people were offering sacrifices to their deceased loved ones.
It was a solemn and solemn environment.
When the old faker was on Earth, he swindled and swindled people for food and drink, but he never cheated on the funeral. Moreover, every time he performed the funeral, he would be very serious and pious. In his words, the dead actually had spirits and should not be cheated. Death was also a kind of energy.
At this time, Li Mu also had a strange feeling.
He felt that he seemed to be very close to this cemetery.
This kind of intimacy came from the surrounding ancient pines and cypresses, from the rocks and weeds, from the deep path, from the tombstones, and from the graves. This feeling seemed to come from the overly keen intuition because of practicing the Xiantian Skill, but also seemed to really exist between heaven and earth.
"Does the dead really have spirits?"
Li Mu was surprised.
But on second thought, it might be true.
Because he used the Soul-recalling Skill to forcibly recall Qiu Yi's soul and put Qiu Yi in a state of ghost cultivation. Since there were ghosts in this world, didn't it mean that there would be something like the netherworld?
In other words, there were some dead people whose souls did not disappear after they passed away. Or taking a step back, there were some people who, after they died, even if their consciousness was obliterated and their souls dissipated, would leave behind a faint wisp of energy in the world?
Perhaps the intimacy he felt at this time was because some of the energy of the dead left in the cemetery was emitting kindness to him?
But why would the energy of the dead in it release kindness to him?
Li Mu walked between the quiet paths, lost in thought.
As he went deeper into the cemetery, he could more and more clearly feel that the whole environment was getting stronger and stronger, which showed that the feeling he had before was not an illusion.
Why did this happen?
"Is it because of what I said and did in front of the monument?"
Li Mu thought of the only possibility.
He could feel that this kind of energy of the dead with the power of affinity was likely to be beneficial to his own cultivation.
But how to use it?
Li Mu came to the center of the military cemetery.
He thought for a moment, sat cross-legged in front of a slightly larger tombstone, and ran the Xiantian Skill.
This was an attempt.
But to his surprise, almost at the moment when he ran the skill, Li Mu entered an absolutely unexpected state of meditation.
With a blurred vision, the Xiantian Skill ran to the limit, and the Third Eye seemed to open automatically at this moment. The world in front of Li Mu suddenly became different.
Everything in sight was dyed with a faint layer of red.
The scene changed.
It seemed that he was still in the military cemetery. The scenery was generally the same, but there was a layer of blood, and what sounded in his ears was no longer the sound of the wind blowing the leaves before, nor the faint sobbing sound near and far, but the sound of fierce fighting on the iron-blood battlefield.
At this time, Li Mu suddenly felt that time and space had changed, as if he had come to an ancient battlefield.
There were thousands of soldiers and horses fighting crazily around him.
The collision of weapons, the neighing of horses, the whistling of arrows, the agitation of bugles and military drums, the roar of soldiers, the roar of generals, and all kinds of long sighs at the moment of death bloomed …
He saw many voices, which were like the afterimages of blood-colored mist, appearing in the surroundings.
They were all the images of some soldiers.
Some had broken hands and arms, some had long swords in their chests, some were full of arrows, some were decapitated, some only had half of the body left, some were wearing broken armor, some were riding headless horses, some were waving giant axes, some were raising flags high, some were carrying broken knives, some were supporting each other, and some were burning with flames …
"These are … the souls of the dead?"
Li Mu was shocked.
"What's going on?
"What did I see?"
These blood-colored mist shadows, could they be …
"Are they the souls of the soldiers who died in the war buried in this military cemetery?"
But … so many years had passed. The wind and rain had blown, and the years had attacked. Why would the dead soldiers still leave behind so many souls?
"They seem to be still fighting on the battlefield."
Li Mu felt very shocked.
"What's going on with this strange phenomenon?"
"Did the Third Eye see through the void and see the world of the dead, or did the souls of these dead soldiers not really disperse, but always exist, but ordinary people can't sense their existence?"
He saw that there were more and more shadows in the bloody mist around him. They were all sergeants in the armor of the Qin people. He could be sure that they were the soldiers who died in the battle buried in this military cemetery. Moreover, they did not seem to be unconscious, but they all gathered in the direction of Li Mu, as if they had heard the bugle call to assemble.
The dozens of phantoms walking at the very front were all wearing the armor of a general. Some were decapitated, some had weapons sticking out of their bodies, and some had damaged armor that was burning with flames. Clearly, this was the way they had died in battle.
Compared to ordinary soldiers, the blood-colored shadows of these generals looked more solid. Their energy fluctuations were stronger and clearer. If it wasn't for the difference in color, they wouldn't look much different from living people.
"After sleeping for a hundred years, I didn't expect that today, someone could trigger the geomancy of this cemetery and see us …" said a leading general. He was wearing a suit of armor, which was very simple and unadorned. It was the style of more than a hundred years ago. His whole body was covered in flames. He must have been burned to death by the raging flames when he was alive. The long broadsword in his hand was also covered in flames. He stopped 10 meters away from Li Mu.
He raised the long flame broadsword in his hand to the sky, and all the shadows of the dead soldiers around him stopped.
Strict execution!
The dead soldiers were also an army.
Li Mu remained silent and watched the changes.
"I am Ning Que, the commander of the Divine Blade Battalion under the command of Emperor Guangwu. Young man, who are you?" General Flame's voice sounded in Li Mu's mind.
He could communicate with the living, and his forehead was perfectly preserved.
"Is he a soul or a ghost cultivator?"
Li Mu was confused.
"Ning Que?"
"This name is a little familiar."
"Right, he seems to be the ancestor of the Mighty General Ning's mansion in Chang 'an."
It was said that Ning Que of the Ning family was one of the bravest generals under the command of Emperor Guangwu and was put in an important position. Later, he died in the battle and was conferred a title by Emperor Guangwu. The largest memorial arch in the military cemetery of Chang 'an was dedicated to him.
"It turns out to be him."
"I am Li Mu, the county magistrate of Taibai County of the Western Qin Empire." Li Mu activated his spiritual force and replied.
"A county magistrate?" General Flame seemed confused. "Not a member of the Holy Clan?"
"Holy Clan" should refer to the top nine Holy Clans.
Li Mu shook his head.
"If you are not a member of the Holy Clan, how can you see us?" He looked at Li Mu with confusion.
Then, he looked around at the other companions who were also dressed as generals.
The shadows of the other generals were wearing different armors, and they were in different styles of the Western Qin Empire. Obviously, they died in different times. The energy fluctuations were extremely strong. General Flame took the lead and was discussing something in a low voice.
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