Su Bian Cultivation World

It is said that last night Dui Yunpo suddenly dropped a night of fire.

The flame did not go out when it fell to the ground, and it burned for a whole night. The sky was so bright that it could be seen clearly even hundreds of miles away.The blazing flame had a cold and strange color, as if it could burn through the darkness.

In the early hours of the morning, the fire was gradually extinguished, and there were small groups of bold little demons around, planning to come here to catch some dead things before any big king organized a large-scale cleanup.

Originally, the person who made the decision to build a village on Duiyunpo was a colorful pheasant spirit, who had five layers of foundations, and he was able to cultivate well.But under this vast fire, even if he has 34 colors, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he should be burned bald.

The four little demons walked all the way, and all they saw was scorched black marks on the ground, the vegetation on the entire cloud slope was almost burnt, and there was a choking smoke in the air.Occasionally, I saw a corpse, which was burned badly.As for the original artifacts on the corpse, most of them were distorted and deformed. If so, the artifacts that can survive are at least treasures.

In this team, there was a particularly sharp-eyed skunk monster who picked up a few mistakes, and the weasel monster on the side looked at the hyena monster jealously, and kept yelling that everyone had a share, and almost twisted him to force him to spit out good things .It was the warthog at the side who saw that the situation was not going well and smoothed things over, otherwise the four little monsters would fight among themselves on the spot.

The cultivation of the Yaozu is different from the standards of the human race. It was originally divided into nine levels from small to large.It's just that after thousands of years, the two races have gradually changed from being incompatible with each other to integrating with each other, and they can learn from each other's useful things and methods.The boundaries set by human beings in terms of cultivation base standards are clearer, and the demon race in recent years has also become accustomed to this statement.

There are still some monks or monsters who still habitually classify according to nine levels, but most of these monks use the old almanac from a hundred years ago.

According to the division of human beings, the monster race can only maintain the monster body when refining Qi, and once they step into the foundation building, they can cultivate a human form.It's just that this human figure is not neat, and some parts such as tail, ears, horns and hooves are inevitably missing.And when the monster race breaks through the foundation building and reaches the golden core, it can completely transform into a human body, no different from everyone in the world.

These four little monsters are all cultivated between the first and second floors of the foundation building. Although they have turned into human figures, their hooves and horns have not faded.They searched around all the way, but did not encounter any living creatures, so they walked up to the top of the mountain.

While the other three were still looking for the owner of the pheasant villager, the hyena demon found a figure whose life and death were unknown, lying naked in the scorched grass, and immediately blurted out: "Who is that person?"

The fire burned the grass and trees withered, and the rocks changed color. This young humanoid monster didn't know what it was capable of, but it wasn't turned into black charcoal?

As soon as the weasel spirit turned his eyes away, his gaze straightened in a daze.His saliva was dripping down, and his scarlet tongue kept licking his lips: "Why do you care who he is... Seeing that he can survive the wildfire, he must have a good cultivation level, if he can be taken advantage of when he is seriously injured After eating him, it will be just around the corner for me to advance to the fourth level of foundation building."

There are many brutal and bloody habits of the monster race, one of which is to increase their cultivation by devouring other monster races that have turned into human forms.Presumably, although they have cultivated a human form, they rarely have a human empathy for a while.

The four little demons felt very reasonable when they heard this, and they rushed forward to chew the comatose boy alive.The warthog demon turned the boy over, smacked his tongue and sighed with a smile: "Good boy, if you talk about this color, it is comparable to the mother of the clan."

The young man's face was still spotless even after a fire, his appearance was so elegant and beautiful that it made people feel refreshed just looking at it.If it hadn't been for meeting these four little demons who have not opened their minds and only feed on their appetites, no one would have wished to dress him up with colorful clothes and beautiful decorations, and put him on a soft bed for him to wake up, just to see when he opened his eyes. look like.

The food was right in front of him, how could the weasel have the mood to see whether this person's face was good-looking or not?Immediately he picked up the boy's arm and was about to bite off it.Just when the tips of his teeth were about to touch the young man's flesh, the young man on the ground suddenly moved his fingertips slightly and moaned softly: "Jiujiang..."

The four monsters were caught off guard, and they raised their eyes and looked at each other in blank dismay.The next moment, the weasel made up his mind, lowered his head and gnawed, but wanted to bite off the man's throat directly: If he didn't tear him alive before the man woke up, where would there be such a great opportunity in the future?

Just at the critical moment, the boy opened his eyes, the pupils were tinged with a touch of blue.He pressed his chest with one hand, and his voice was extremely suppressed, but filled with deep regret, he called out again: "Jiujiang!"

The emotion in this call seemed to burst at the throat, and when it came out, it was already so rich that it couldn't be added.Therefore, although the young man looked dazed and his eyes were dry, the hearts of others trembled for no reason when they heard it, and they were almost moved to tears by these two words.

However, accompanied by this deeply affectionate whisper, the young man struck out like lightning, his movements were as fast as a gust of wind, and he was extremely fierce. Before the lingering sound of the word "Jiang" fell, he strangled it with one hand without blinking. Weasel's throat!

The skunk demon let out an exclamation, and turned to look at the weasel demon who was thrown on the ground by the teenager, but saw that his neck was limp and bent at an unbelievable angle. Kneaded into a handful of soft mud powder.

This young man is naturally Han Qianling who came from the transformation of a dragon.

He descended from the sky with flames all over his body, and the flames burned fiercely in the middle of the night, and his spirit also struggled for a long time in a trance.It wasn't until his consciousness was a little clear just now that he was awakened by the undisguised malice and covetousness of these four little monsters.

The reins that had been holding him back invisibly all this time no longer knew where to go, but most of the situation was caused by him himself.Thinking of the past, Han Qianling felt that malice and deep hatred were rising repeatedly in his heart, and the dams he built for himself in the past could no longer stop him.

In his eyes, the blood mist that had been much thinner suddenly evaporated, and the fishy smell in his nose was so strong that it almost made people sick.Even though the land under him was scorched black, it still couldn't hide the blood that was once soaked here.

It was all his father's blood, and it seemed to be his own blood, which had once dripped down and dyed the sea into the most vivid red, and the soil that was full of blood and became blacker covered the entire Kyushu.

Han Qianling once again felt the dizziness and hunger that almost made people lose their minds.

He's stronger and can swallow more.Even if this world is thousands of times bigger and tens of thousands of times stronger than the seven islands, if he persists, he can turn this place upside down.

It seems that only if the fertile soil for thousands of miles is barren, the scars that tear the entire sky run through, countless rivers and seas are flooded, causing the world's creatures to die, and spitting out every drop of blood that was owed, can the hatred in his heart be a little bit less. reduce.

He wants to listen to those people's confession and begging for mercy before they die, and the death debt owed by blood must also be repaid inch by inch with blood.Han Qianling's pupils dilated slightly, and for a moment he felt in a trance that he had been pulled out of scales and claws, and countless blood spurted out from the wound, and his blood splashed into his eyes while struggling and shaking, and everything he saw in his eyes was overwhelmed. A layer of bright red.

Han Qianling's rationality was still struggling weakly, but the hatred in his heart had already disturbed his whole brain.In addition to the malice imposed by his head since he was born, there is actually a rebellious bone in his heart that cannot be ignored, gritted his teeth and struggled out a burst of pain and joy like a whip.

——Could it be that he didn't have any expectations for the result of being killed by a sword or being killed by the person who encircled the evil dragon?

He thought of the layers of fire surrounding him when he fell from the sky—wasn't Han Qianling born for this?

Why do you want to do what you want?Why is it necessary to swallow the sky and destroy the earth and get out of hand?It is far better to let him crash here halfway than to have a barren ending in the end.

Life does not depend on him, hate does not depend on him, but death should always belong to him.

Without looking at it, Han Qianling crushed the weasel that wanted to bite off his throat, and stood up slowly.Just when he opened his left hand, a foreign object that he had been holding tightly in his palm before fell out of his hand, and he grabbed it again.

It was a Buddhist bead with a faint woody fragrance that had been rubbed repeatedly by him all the year round until it became patinaed.

At that time, the string of the string of Buddhist beads was broken by Han Qianling's wrist that had turned into scaly claws, and the wooden beads splashed all over the ground, lost and scattered in the turbulent flow of space, and they would never be found again.Only this Buddhist bead seems to have a special relationship with Han Qianling. It got stuck between the newly transformed dragon scales of Han Qianling. The unclear Han Qianling grabbed hold of it and never let go.

The entire pile of clouds and slopes has been turned into a piece of scorched earth, but this prayer bead is still clean, not even a trace of floating ash.

This prayer bead awakened a certain existence that was imprisoned by freezing, and the name that had been deliberately suppressed by evil thoughts in the depths of memory poured out like a flood. This memory carried the laughter, nostalgia, and the first time that made him feel happy. The joyful past flooded through Han Qianling's mind with an unstoppable force. In the blink of an eye, Han Qianling's rationality turned over and took over the key sovereignty once again, panting with difficulty.

...Jiujiang, Jiujiang...

In the eyes of the hyena demon, the young man seemed to be insane when he saw the Buddha beads in his palm, the muscles on his face couldn't stop beating, but tears seemed to flow from his eyes, his lips moved slightly, as if he was thinking about something long ago. A name engraved in my heart.

While the boy cut off a strand of his own hair and threaded it through the braided rope made of prayer beads, the hyena and warthog exchanged glances, and they both rushed through the empty door of the boy's vest.

In just a blink of an eye, the boy had already moved away from the spot.The three little demons present all heard him say in a low voice: "Yes, and you."

The next moment, two lines of blood wrapped around the necks of the hyena and the warthog respectively, and the skunk demon kept chattering its teeth. Seeing that the two accomplices who had just discussed how to carve up the boy in front of them did not say a word, their heads froze. Falling off the neck neatly.

He raised his head to look at the boy in fear, only to see that the boy was concentrating on tying a knot with his hair, closing his palms leisurely, and holding the bead in his palm.

The splashed blood fell on the back of his hand, but not a single drop touched the Buddhist bead.

And the young man's snow-like jade face was stained with some blood at some point, and the corner of his lips was slowly licked away by the tip of his tongue.

The boy's eyes turned to the skunk, and those beautiful eyes with a ray of faint blue seemed to be a death knell at this moment.The skunk demon only listened to him politely: "It's your turn. Please remember to stay away when you die, and don't dirty my beads. I'm sorry."

These were the last words the skunk demon heard in his life.

And the Buddha beads were warmed in Han Qianling's palm, just like when Luo Jiujiang handed them over.

Han Qianling carefully put the strand of black hair strung with Buddhist beads around his neck. He pinched the wooden bead on his fingertips, looked at it again and again, and finally put his lips on it slowly.

I will find you, Jiujiang, and I will eventually return to your side.