Ao Maojiu's children lick and suck the ice cubes like ice cream, and the coolness after the eruption of the volcano is always very pleasant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Why haven't you eaten it yet?" the demon dragon was a little angry, "Wouldn't it be a pity to waste such a delicious thing?"

After the appearance of Chijin, Qiao Mengchen had not eaten anything, and he was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. But as soon as he saw the walnut-sized soft feet and crumpled flesh of the pair of fat maggots, he lost the courage to make the next attempt.

"Eat, eat, eat, ......" At this time, Ao Maojiu was a little less fierce and a little more patient. But for Qiao Mengchen, seeing the smiling face of the demon dragon was like seeing the appearance of the wolf grandmother, and it was cold.

"Stupid man, if I had the intention of harming you, would I give you the choice?

"Please call me Joe Mengchen. ”

"All right, Qiao Mengchen, I order you to eat it immediately, if it weren't for your existence, I would have eaten it all. ”

Qiao Mengchen never worried that Ao Maojiu would cheat, he just didn't want to eat this ugly and disgusting thing. Now, he can only grit his teeth and swallow it, so as not to be looked down upon by others again.

A whole piece was too big for him to eat, and he hesitated, cut the remaining ice silkworm meat into four or five pieces, gritted his teeth and swallowed it. Fortunately, he didn't chew, and the flavor of the seasoning powder was sprinkled too much, although it was irritating to the nose, it also suppressed the smell of meat and prevented him from vomiting out of his stomach.

In fact, sensory stimuli are far less intense and practical than psychological disgust. In any case, from the time you put it in your mouth to the time you swallow it, the frozen and locked maggot meat is not as bad as you imagined, but has a kind of softness that has never been tried before.

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Ao Maojiu's own praise was not over, and two mud balls flew from nowhere, Qiao Mengchen wanted to dodge it, but he felt that his nostrils were plugged.

Nima, who is this?!Don't bring such a bully?

The scenery in front of him was still the same, and he couldn't see anything, as if he understood who was making trouble. He frowned, trying to remove it but couldn't—his hands were bound tightly by glowing rope loops, which walked up and down like nimble snakes.

Next, there was another lump of mud, accurately sealing Qiao Mengchen's mouth. It's terrible, I'm going to be suffocated to death by the god-killing demon dragon.

"Hahaha......" Seeing Qiao Mengchen, who was in the dark, took the initiative to fall to the ground, trying to rub the sealing mud off the corner of his mouth, Ao Maojiu laughed, "It's so funny...... Alright, alright, don't move, I'm fulfilling my promise and teaching you how to do it. ”

Your grandmother's, what the hell is this? Still teaching skills? Obviously corporal punishment of students in disguise! Qiao Mengchen thought angrily. But he couldn't inhale and could only exhale, and as time went on, his mind began to become confused, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

"I'm not a teacher of preaching, and I don't know how to teach systematically. However, that doesn't mean you can't be your master. Well, I'll only teach you three tricks: Turtle Breath, Ring Qi, and the ultimate defensive skill for everyone in case of danger - hey, that's the ...... I haven't decided on a name yet. Learn these three moves well, and you will be able to travel unhindered and live in the Wild Continent...... Now, I'm going to teach you the first trick – the Turtle Breath Technique. Before Qiao Mengchen fainted, the guy who claimed to be a teacher hurriedly finished speaking.

The beginning of all things in the world originates from qi.

The heavens and the earth, the vast and boundless universe, are all generated and constituted by the vitality. As the most basic primordial substance, Yuan Qi is not only the origin of heaven and earth, but also has a unique and irreplaceable role in the generation, development, change, and disappearance of all things. Life activity is a special form of material movement, and the physiological phenomena arising from it are also closely related to the vitality and must be inseparable for a moment. Grasp these well, break through fate, feather flesh, and be powerful against the sky.

Therefore, it can be inferred that all living beings have qi, whether it is forests, grasses, insects, mosquitoes, rats, snakes, birds and beasts, or demons of the underworld, mainland races, and aliens in the upper realm.

Because they are born differently, the flowers and trees that take root under their feet, whether they stand tall or survive for tens of millions of years, if there is no special creation, the depressed qi in their bodies will definitely not be able to catch up with a small weak fly ant. Therefore, it can be clearly said that unless it grows in a very specific area, such as Xilai Continent and Yanfu Continent, plants want to become spirits and become demons.

Moreover, because we are born different, the idea of "hearing the Tao in order" and pinning our hopes on gradual success is simply nonsense. There is an insurmountable gap between races, between humans and beasts, between beasts and monsters, and between monsters and underworlds. For thousands of years, there have been thousands of beings in the lower realm who have delusions. Envy both mandarin ducks and immortals - this is the ultimate goal of countless crazy men and women and ignorant creatures.

From the I Ching to the enlightenment and ascension, and then to the feathering into immortals. The people of the Nether Realm try all kinds of methods, whether it is behind closed doors, asking for teachers, or visiting the ancient world, or finding another way, they all want to change the evil situation through their own efforts and become among the strangers of the immortal class. For a very small number of birds and beasts that have been semi-civilized, absorbing the aura of the stars and dust and supplementing the heavenly essence and earth is the only way to refine the immortal body.

It is not difficult to know, but it is difficult to do.

Compared to the probability of frequent monsters, the human world in the Nether is not too sad. Since the appearance of the bone inscription, the people who can change their fate and become gods in the first war have been counted in a slap. It is believed that the last human god was Xiang Zuqiu, who led the human alliance against the invasion of the underworld a thousand years ago.

However, after Xiang Zuqiu, there is no more Xiang Zuqiu!

From this point of view, the only person who can change his fate and save the human race in the lower realm should not fall on Qiao Mengchen, a native of the earth? The proud son of the sky, the cook who has not yet become a climate, and the unlucky child who has been plotted by others, a combination of "three sons", can Qiao Mengchen do it? Can he do it through the darkness and the underworld, and the arrogant immortal?

Before it was verified, Ao Maojiu's small abacus played a little fast, because it had its own intentions and intentions.

Its experience has made it preconceived that if ordinary human beings want to escape the shackles of the outside world and yearn for freedom, they must first cultivate their physical qi.

In the cities of the countries inhabited by human beings in the Litian Continent, there are all kinds of crash courses, cram schools, and improvement classes. Of course, these classes will never be Olympiad classes, interest classes, or anything. Mainlanders who advocate freedom, happiness, and equality know that it is useless to learn these things, and if you have to sign up, even if you succeed in learning, there will only be more **** in this world at best.

So, what are they interested in?

The answer, of course, has to do with "cultivating righteousness" and "tempering one's strength."

Since the beginning of chaos and the creation of heaven and earth, the Nether humans have played the most difficult role for most of the time. When the wind and rain are smooth, pray for the benevolent monarch to govern; the spring and the scenery are bright, and we look forward to the peace of the four seas; the sea is clear and the river is clear, and we yearn for the great harmony of the world. In short, there will always be a heart that can't be.

Since the middle of the Xuan Ancient Period, bewitched by the ancient demon lord of the otherworldly space, the terrifying power of the underworld palace poured out. It seems that overnight, the flames of war have reached the doorstep of mankind. It is conceivable that the demons and demons nourished by the Yin River and the Dark Moon are dancing wildly, which is very fatal.

After this wave of attacks with bloodthirsty **** devouring and killing gods, and with the purpose of destroying the family and destroying the family and destroying the country, this is the most concise and concise thing left by the demons to the bone chroniclers and inheritors.

From a certain point of view, "thousands of miles of white bones, ten thousand mounds of lonely remains" is indeed condensed enough, and a few numbers are enough to convey the traces of the spirit, which is in line with the aesthetics of historians.

It stands to reason that time can digest all suffering and obliterate all details. For the tragedies that have occurred for a long time, the sentient beings in the upper realm know it, and there are people in Zhou Shan Yingtian City, and the depths of the earth are even more snickering and longing, but the mediocre people in the lower realm have no way of knowing, and they don't know that another killing cycle is slowly approaching. It wasn't until one day, about 200 years ago, that these old things were discovered by a careful inheritor of bone scripts. He desperately traced the source, and finally, between the lines of the only remaining bone book and the ancient lost bone book that was rewarded, he deduced a creepy conclusion: a thousand years of reincarnation, and the day when the underworld demons in the depths of the earth will return to the world is not far away!!

As soon as the news was revealed, a wave of panic learning spread. For a time, learning the art of practicing Taoism and learning to control the Qi Enlightenment Realm has become a shortcut to get rid of the shadow of death and directly transform into a transformation. It seems that all the laws related to vitality, divine consciousness, magic, marrow washing, etc., have been praised as oracles by young people with ideals and pursuits.

The legend of murder leads to unlimited business opportunities!

The so-called Zhengshuo famous schools have a unique vision, and they have put down their shelves and transformed to open classes related to them, and their fame is enough to make the most powerful and wealthy wealthy families squeeze their heads and bend their waists. The buyer's market is so broad, and it also makes the charlatans and sidemen who make a living from it suddenly full of ambition and have the capital to pick and choose. Both the official and non-governmental parties have worked hard at the same time, and in this way, a large number of colleges have sprung up and are full of vitality.

Learn to gather Qi, learn to wash the marrow, learn everything that can change the physique and stimulate the potential.

A Jiazi has passed again, but there is still no indication that there is a talent like Xiang Zuqiu in some cities in a certain country. Of course, there are many reasons for this, and the factors of concealment and secrecy must be taken into account. However, the most important factor is that the Heavenly Continent is so big that even a dragon clan like Ao Maojiu can't tell how big it is, and maybe there are more people who don't know the dark history of the Netherworld slaughtering the city, and maybe there are already a considerable number of talents lurking.

Ao Maojiu went around in such a big circle, aiming to tell Qiao Mengchen about the importance, necessity, and arduousness of mastering a skill.

His hands and feet were tightly tied, but as a disciple, he met such a second-class master, which should be Qiao Mengchen's unluck. In the more and more fluent narration of the second master, the unlucky disciple gradually became unconscious.

"It's really not helpful," Ao Maojiu pinched his fingers, feeling that Qiao Mengchen really didn't last long. Its long dragon whiskers curled, and it was clearly not satisfied with the performance of its new disciple.

It sniffed, turning its mind to cover the mud from its mouth and nose. It believed that the dragon breath it emitted was still very useful, whether it was the killing intent that destroyed the world or the purple qi that nourished the living beings.

The purple qi was a little stronger, and Qiao Mengchen woke up with a bang.