Returning From Level 900

Wang Wen said to all the black men who were digging the pit: "You all come up, I will help you dig."

The black man who spoke up seemed to have finished resting.

Wen Yan looked at Wang Wen's not-so-strong body, the thinner boy beside him, and a fair young man dressed in not luxurious but clean clothes.

There is even a girl behind.

He smiled.

Pick up the tool and keep digging.

Zhu Xingguo spoke unhappily: "Why didn't my master ask you to come up? Why don't I have to catch you up?"

"Master?" The black man glanced suspiciously at the middle-aged man next to Zhu Xingguo, his eyes stopped for a moment on the broad palm, and he said a little suddenly, "You are all sons of nobles, this kind of rough work. It's not really hurting the body, you better stay away and don't implicate us on the charge of colliding with the nobles, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah?"

As he spoke, the man screamed.

It turned out that Wang Wen didn't talk too much, just waved and lifted them all up.

The black men were so frightened that they were lying on the transparent platform tightly, not daring to move, until they were placed on the ground by the shore and kept their prostrate posture.

Wang Wen did not explain.

A few people lifted themselves up to the top of the pit to observe for a while.

This deep pit is a very common river and lake, with an obvious estuary in the lower reaches. The large and small pits distributed around it should have been one body, but now the lake has dried up and the bottom bed has been revealed.

Wang Wen first tried to use his energy to transform into a giant blade that could reach the sky and dig down the bottom of the pit.

Large chunks of earth and rocks were dug out.

Together with many strange bones and impurities, they were placed on the shore where there is no one.

When those black men saw such a great supernatural power that moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, they were so frightened that they lay on the ground and kept kowtowing, shouting immortals or something.

The young man was also frightened by Wang Wen's sudden appearance.

He thought that his estimate of the other party was high enough, but he didn't expect to have to pull it up.

Even if it is an immortal, this kind of skill must be a very high-level immortal. How can an ordinary immortal have such a waste of mana!

Wang Wen did not care about the mood of the people on the shore.

Continue to dig deeper.

This kind of energy consumption can’t be said to be reduced at all. Even the natural recovery of the spiritual recovery method can more than make up for it, and even because the energy has no upper limit, it is constantly reaching new heights every moment.

The metal **** from the Super Empire really helped him a lot.

Wang Wen felt that he had to thank the kind person who ordered the metal ball to be given to him when he had the opportunity.

Just say a few words to the tablet.

No metal balls.

He really can't use energy as freely as he is now.

Repairing with the Force of the World at the integer tier costs a huge amount of points.

Recovering with skills also consumes the number of [Heaven and Human Unity].

It takes a lot of time to recover one's own fitness and nothing else can be done.

It doesn't take long to restore that mere 100% of the energy.

Extremely inconvenient.

Which is increasing anytime, anywhere like now.

Don't be bound by "100%".

Wang Wen waved his hand and continued to dig to the bottom of the pit.

Until the shore can no longer pile up.

The bottom of the pit has also become a hard rock that is difficult to dig.

Then he slowly stopped, returned to the shore and said to the black man, "Look, there is really no water underneath."

The man stared at Wang Wen blankly, repeating the word "immortal" in his mouth unconsciously.

Wang Wen was unable to communicate.

Ignoring the black man, I took the replica [She Shuizhu] from Zhu Xingguo and tore it apart, and threw it into the deep pit.

A waterfall-like roar came from far below.

One [She Shuizhu] filled about half of the deep hole.

Muddy muddy water came up from the bottom.

The air was filled with moist moisture.

This kind of voice that had not been heard for a long time, and the wetness that had not been felt for a long time, awakened all the sluggish and numb people.

Groups of hands and feet climbed to the shore and probed into the pit.

Seeing that there was really water at the bottom of the pit, the people on the shore went crazy.

Jump straight down one by one like dumplings.

It doesn't matter how high you are and whether you can swim.

Wang Wen reluctantly caught the people, brought them back to the shore, and put them away, and then used a transparent barrier to stop the excited crowd.

The movement of the hand kept tearing open the 【She Shuizhu】to the bottom of the pit.

Until two more [She Shuizhu] were dropped.

The deep pit finally showed the appearance of "water surface".

The water flowed downstream along the looming channel.

Fill in small holes of different sizes along the way.

The living quarters gathered around the pit seemed to come alive. People struggled to get up from the ground and scrambled to tumble into the muddy water.

It doesn't matter how muddy the muddy water is.

Take the water and pour it into your stomach.

Some people simply bury their heads in the water and take a gulp.

The group of black men digging the pit near Wang Wen saw the muddy water gushing from the bottom of the pit.

Tears flowed down one by one.

Listening to what they said, thanking the gods is more for helping to dig holes.

As for where does the water come from?

Having experienced too many nerves in a short period of time has been dulled, and consciousness has been blurred.

I couldn't tell or see the small beads that Wang Wen had dropped in his hands.

I thought the water was really dug from the bottom of the lake!

They wept with joy.

hug each other and cry.

The people around them also surrounded them like heroes.

These assholes, thought they were right.

I thought there was actually water at the bottom of the lake.

Even if there are no immortals, they can dig out the water if they continue to dig.

They thought that their perseverance and efforts were correct.

The future is really promising.

The arrival of the immortals is only to advance hope.

The black men cried like children in the moon, but their faces had a divine brilliance that transcended life and death.

It was the satisfaction of touching hope with one's own hands.

Zhu Xingguo watched the people cheer, listened to the words from their mouths, and wanted to tell them that there was no water at the bottom of the lake.

Nothing at all.

Water is also transformed by "immortals"!

It has nothing to do with your efforts!

You **** are absolutely wrong!

Wang Wen stopped him.

He looked deeply at the tears and sweat on the faces of the men.

Hold up everyone and leave silently along the restored waterway.

he thinks.

It's good to have hope.

It seems good that some misunderstandings are not exposed.

At least those black men will have memories of their lives that they are proud of.

Wang Wen did not want to shatter their beautiful dream.

Just let them fall asleep.

Waking up doesn't necessarily make you happier than you are now.

Everyone respected Wang Wen's decision, and no one was going to debunk that beautiful misunderstanding.

Go down the river, and if you encounter the terrain where the water is not strong enough, go in and add more water.

When the river bed has been dry for too long, it has been deformed and blocked, and the place where accidents are prone to be dug through again and again to ensure that the direction of water flow will not be easily changed.

Going back to a small village that I passed by before~www.wuxiahere.com~ Those scrawny people sitting on the ridge waiting to die in a daze seem to have discovered the humidification of the land.

Grabbing a small clump of dirt and stuffing it in his mouth.

After a long while, he suddenly looked up at the river in the distance.

Then he shouted like a heartbreaker, and danced and rushed towards the river. He fell several somersaults on the road and became bruised and swollen, but he didn't know it.

He ran to the river in one breath, and looked at the muddy mud like feces, and wept so hard that he couldn't even shed tears.

After crying for a while, he buried his head in the water and drank.

Drink for a while and then look up and cry.

Wang Wen and his party, "flying" in the sky, silently looked at the various creatures below.

The mood is complicated, and there is an indescribable taste.