Time passes, like a white horse.

Half a year has passed quietly.

This is an era of information explosion, but also an era of forgetfulness, when a person dies for half a year, there are things about him, and they are gradually forgotten.

When a man is dead, what is the use of mentioning him and remembering him?

still remembers Zhang Heng, only those who love him and those who hate him.

The anger of those who hate him is still not gone, and they are hostile to those who love him, although he is dead, but the dark tide against him has not calmed, but is becoming more and more turbulent!

Africa.

On a plain with light green grass, a few thin negroes lay bored on the ground, the fiery sun shining brightly, draining almost all their strength, hiding in the shadows, and talking weakly.

"It's been half a year, how long are we going to stay here?"

A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old chewed grass roots in his mouth, and his eyes were full of boredom.

"We can only stay here until the High Priest doesn't let us go. ”

The older black man said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and smashing it twice.

"What's the use of these broken stones?" the young man threw a crystal stone in his hand, his eyes full of complaints: "I haven't seen my mother for half a year in order to guard these broken stones." ”

"Where did you get this stone?" The middle-aged man's face changed, and he hurriedly snatched his stone, stuffed it into his pocket, looked around vigilantly, and said: "The family has long stipulated that these stones are strictly forbidden to be carried privately, if you let the priests know, your flesh and skin will be indispensable!"

The young man also seemed to know the seriousness of the matter, and shrunk his neck in fear, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"What is this broken stone, and why does the high priest value it so much?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man's eyes full of curiosity, sighed, and said.

"Once, when I went to the toilet, I accidentally overheard the priests talking, and I knew that this stone, in fact, is called a spirit stone, which is a great treasure!"

"Baby?" the young man's eyes widened, "That's it?"

He had already studied it, this thing was not as shiny as a diamond, and it did not have the color of agate, except that it looked crystalline, it didn't look like a treasure at all.

Besides, even if this is a diamond mine, it won't let them keep it secret, right?

They are members of the Vlad family, although they have no talent and cannot become a sacrifice, but they are also residents of the Sand City, and their status is respected.

"Hmph, don't underestimate this thing, for us, the spirit stone is useless, but for the cultivators in the East, this spirit stone contains the power to make them stronger, do you remember the Chinese man who once killed all sides in Africa half a year ago?"

"You mean, Zhang Heng?" the young man pronounced in broken Chinese.

"Yes. There was a look of awe in the middle-aged man's eyes: "The Chinese people are too powerful, even the Pope, Prince Dracula, and the Wolf God are not his opponents, and even the High Priest's Supreme Soul Banner was forcibly taken away by him, and in order to kill him, the High Priest even launched a nuclear weapon, and in the end, he finally let him perish!"

"And why did he die? It has nothing to do with this spirit stone, if it wasn't for his covetousness of the spirit stone, how could he fall into the trap of the high priest?"

"Even this kind of spirit stone vein that a strong person is willing to fight for to the death, how important it should be, I don't need to say more. ”

The middle-aged man said in a low voice, and the expressions of the people around him also changed after hearing this.

Zhang Heng's name has long spread throughout Africa, and everyone was naturally touched by things related to him.

"In this way, the spirit stone is really a treasure. The young man muttered.

"Of course, the high priest is going to use it to make a trade with the Orientals in exchange for some precious things, alas, alas, we don't know how to practice, how much God treats the Orientals......" the middle-aged man said enviously.

The young man nodded, and his heart was also a little fascinated, if he could also practice, would he be as powerful as Zhang Heng?

Speaking of which, it's a bit of a pity.

Such a young, powerful figure was actually killed by a nuclear bomb......

It's just that no matter how stupid he is, he also knows that he can't show this emotion, you must know that the Chinese man is the enemy of the Vlad family!

"What would have happened if he had lived?"

The young man looked in the direction of the spiritual vein, and suddenly his brow furrowed.

Vaguely, he seemed to have a very strange premonition.

……

In the cavern beneath the spiritual veins, a thin man sat cross-legged.

From his body, there was not a trace of life breath in sight.

His clothes had long been torn, only a few strands of cloth hung in his vital places, his flesh was charred and tarnished, and the exposed bones had also turned into dry bones, and dust had accumulated over time, forming a thick crust of mud on his body.

Whoever looks at it will think that he is already a dead man.

However, a green point of light suddenly spread out from his chest, like a tender seedling in the scorched earth, and suddenly broke through the ground.

Pounding, pounding, pounding......

The orderly and powerful heartbeat sounded gradually, and in the end, it was like a cowhide drum, being beaten with a giant hammer.

The dry bone, which had long since died, suddenly trembled slightly.

Click!

The mud shells accumulated on the body were peeled off layer by layer, and then the old skin on the body was peeled off together...... The blackened, dry old skins fell off one by one.

The new skin, on the other hand, is full of crystal color, just like crystal.

"Boom!"

It's a very slow process, and when all the old skins have fallen off and the new skins have regenerated, there is a loud bang, and all of a sudden it explodes in the ground.

The man opened his eyes, and his eyes burst with brilliant light!

The explosion just now came from his body, like thunder.

After the blast, all the dry bones cracked, and the new, stronger bones were reborn, reassembling his entire body, so that the sound of bones rattling together continued to come from his body.

The man's hands pinched the seal, and an invisible wind suddenly spread out from around his body.

At the place where his Heavenly Spirit was covered, a huge whirlpool was formed, and it unleashed the greatest devouring power towards the heavens and the earth.

"What's the situation?"

The hundreds of people guarding the land of the spiritual veins all stood up, and above the sky, the clouds gathered, and under the sky, the wind was fierce.

Those spirit stones buried deep in the spiritual veins suddenly became uneasy, constantly impacting, moving, and finally, they actually floated up and were suspended in the air!

And more spirit stones in the soil are constantly trembling, as if they have been summoned by some kind of summons, and they are about to break out of the ground!

"Why is this happening?"

The two black-robed priests had serious faces, and they didn't understand why such a strange thing had happened.

"Inform Didier of the sacrifice, there is a change in the spiritual vein!"

Someone sent a message quickly.

However, in the underground, the huge whirlpool was constantly spreading, like a giant beast opening its own bloody mouth.

Click!

Those spirit stones that were suspended and about to break out of the ground, numbering more than 10 million, suddenly exploded and turned into powder, falling with a splash.

And their aura was swallowed by the whirlpool, forming a long river of aura, which was unceremoniously swallowed by the whirlpool!

Thundered!

This is a very amazing picture, the aura is like waves, wave after wave, the spirit stones in the spiritual veins are constantly broken, in the blink of an eye, there are tens of millions of cracks, the aura is like the sea, endless, mighty into the whirlpool!

"One thought becomes a pill!"

In the underground, Zhang Heng's eyes were bright, the seal in his hand changed again, and the terrifying aura suddenly poured into the dantian.

Rumble!

In an instant, he saw his Jindan barrier again, like a city wall, which made people desperate.

However, Zhang Heng was not surprised, he stared at the city wall and shouted without hesitation.

"Break it for me!"

The aura occasion seemed to have found a cathartic point, like an ancient battering ram, crashing towards the Jindan barrier!

With this collision, the barrier shook, and Zhang Heng's soul was also in severe pain, almost torn apart.

However, his eyes were always firm.

Blessings and misfortunes depend, today, he wants to come to Ji Tai and break through the golden pill with the help of spiritual veins!