For a moment, Yuanchen felt that everything he had experienced before he was reborn was designed.

"This must have something to do with Luo Shen Bing!" Yuan Chen thought of Luo Shen Bing for the first time, Luo Shen Bing, as the ancestor of the calculator, was naturally the first object of suspicion.

In the distant dream world, a little girl with a ponytail is seriously tinkering with her own affairs, and she is very serious, this matter is very important, it is a key part of the plan.

But the next moment, she sneezed uncharacteristically.

It was this one sneeze that made all her arrangements in the dream world invalid.

She stomped her foot angrily, pinched her fingers, her face became strange, and then murmured, "Has it been discovered?"

Yuanchen's grass has gone through another 10,000 years, and now, he is already a 20,000-year-old demon grass, but even so, he still grows very small.

Of course, he is also as weak as ever, and this weakness refers to strength!

Because of this, the demon hunter didn't look down on Yuan Chen at all, and he didn't bother to step on him when he walked past him.

On this day, the weather was a little gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain, and Yuan Chen could smell a familiar smell as far as he could see.

It seems like another storm......

Sure enough, Yuan Chen's guess was not wrong, and the darkness in the sky surged, and after a while, the sky was completely covered.

Now Yuanchen suddenly has a sense of déjà vu, all of this is familiar, and everything is human.

A little monk came running from a distance, but when he was very close to Yuanchen, he accidentally stepped on a stone, turned over, fell to the ground, and fainted.

The wind was raging, the sky was intertwined with thunder and lightning, and a scene of the end of the world was blowing in the face.

The storm came as promised, and in 20,000 years, the source dust had not encountered the same rain, but today, he encountered it.

Yuanchen stretched out his blades of grass to protect the little monk.

A faint green light emerged, enveloping a radius of one meter.

Although the space is small, it blocks the wind and rain, allowing the outside storm to sweep the torrential rain, let the big trees be uprooted, and the ground is swept away along with the waterfall.

But the little monk was unharmed.

The storm lasted for two days and two nights, during which the little monk came to his senses, his face changed in fright, and his body curled up together.

"Is this what the abbot said about the heavenly storm? It's so terrifying, and the boat is so scary. After crying for a long time, he realized that he was not harmed, and at this time, he finally found the source of dust.

"Are you a demon?" asked the little monk with a crying voice, the origin of the dust was speechless, and he was even more speechless at this moment.

His demonic power is very weak, but now he has burst out with such a powerful demonic power, it is obvious that he is burning his own life.

Others are kind to him, even if 20,000 years have passed, he wants to do something for the creatures here, even if it's just a small thing.

Even if it will cost him his life.

Yuan Chen's body exuded a soft green light, this light gave the little monk a warm feeling, and he couldn't help but put his little body against the little grass.

At a certain moment, the little monk felt that he was in the arms of a person, with indescribable warmth and security.

After the storm, the little monk left, he didn't tell the abbot the secret here, he felt that the grass demon was not bad, if the jealous abbot knew, the little grass demon's life would not be saved.

In this way, every morning he would appear by Yuan Chen's side and practice the exercises of the Wind Spirit Temple.

This set of exercises is very simple, and can even be said to be crude.

Of course, this is for source dust.

In Yuan Chen's eyes, the exercises practiced by the little monk had many flaws, so he would secretly wave the blades of grass to attract a breeze and change the movements of the little monk.

At first, the little monk thought that Yuanchen was messing around, but after practicing like this a few times, he became obsessed with this feeling.

After practicing like this, the strength of the little monk increased rapidly.

This quickly aroused the abbot's suspicions, the little monk was very young, only five or six years old, and he could be regarded as a junior in the Fengling Temple.

The little monk's strength is very weak, but his cultivation is very serious, but his cultivation time is still short, his cultivation is still shallow, and there are some things that he can't do.

But just recently, the abbot decided to let the little monk follow the older monk on a mission, slay demons, and do the right thing for the heavens.

There was a problem with the information channel of this mission, and the monster encountered by the little monk was not a Demon Cracking Pig at all, but a Flying Tiger.

This is not a monster of the same level at all, so to speak, one Flying Tiger can kill a hundred Demon Splitting Pigs in seconds!

What a gap, what a fatal omission.

The young monk's name is Wan Yang, he is just a Yu Ling Realm, and when he meets a Flying Tiger who is already in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he will definitely die.

After Wan Yang saw the Flying Tiger, he knew that he was dead, and then he ran away without reservation.

Leaving the little monk alone, he fled on his own.

"Senior brother, you wait for me. The little monk was also frightened, after all, this was the first time he had seen a monster, and when he saw Wan Yang running away, he was a little panicked in his heart.

Roar!

The tiger roared and shook the sky, and the ape cried accordingly.

After the Flying Tiger, another huge giant ape came out of the woods.

The giant ape blocked Wan Yang's path, and he slapped it out, shattering Wan Yang's body.

The little monk stopped, a little at a loss.

The palm of the giant ape was like a mountain, pressing down, trying to crush the little monk.

The little monk closed his eyes in fright, but his body reacted subconsciously, only to see him tie up his horse and punch forward.

Above the small fist, mixed with the power of the wind, his strength is not strong, but the power of the wind is very strong.

Before the giant ape touched the small fist, the whole person flew into the sky, and then smashed right on the flying tiger.

Then the two monsters flew together.

The little monk breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully buried Senior Brother Wanyang, and after all this, the sun was already hanging directly above.

The little monk was covered in blood and went back.

Just after the little monk left, a rain of blood fell, mixed with bones and smashed down.

Back at Fengling Temple, the little monk had collapsed, and he fainted at the door.

When he woke up again, he saw the calm eyes of the abbot, whose voice was soft and inaudible.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing now?"

The little monk hurriedly got off the bed, knelt at the feet of the abbot, and said in a low voice: "Master, Senior Brother Wanyang is dead. ”

The abbot's face was still calm, and he didn't seem to be angry at all in the face of the little monk's answer.

"Tiny, I already know. After the abbot helped the little monk up, his face became very kind: "Xiaoxiao, you were picked up by me in the snow when you were a baby, and now it has been five years, and I have always believed that you have no memory of when you were born, but now it seems that you still remember." ”

"Master, I don't remember anything, I really don't know anything. The little monk suddenly felt the breath of death from this kind man.

"Xiaoxiao, if you know some things, you won't be able to live. ”

The little monk took a few steps back and shouted, "Master, since you don't believe me, then I can only die to make my will." ”

After speaking, the little monk slapped himself to death with one palm.

The crimson handprints were so hideous and terrifying on that little face.

"It was actually a mistake to save you back then, otherwise, how could my Wan Yang die. Tears flowed from the corners of the abbot's eyes, tears of regret.

The little monk was buried at the feet of Yuanchen, is this fate or something else?

When Yuanchen saw the death of the little monk, he was completely furious.

While preserving the body of the little monk, he worked hard to cultivate, and he wanted to transform as soon as possible to avenge the little monk.

Until the little monk died, he didn't know the other party's name.

Just like the little girl picking mushrooms, he didn't know the other person's name.

Ever since the source dust has turned into grass, time has become worthless.

If you follow the usual cultivation method, Yuan Chen only needs to wait another 10,000 years to transform into a shape, and then he can completely find a way back step by step.

But now, he can't afford to wait.

If you wait any longer, the people who forced the little monk to death are all dead, then how can you take revenge!

Yuanchen never believed that the way of heaven was good for reincarnation, and the heavens spared anyone, he only believed in himself, not in heaven!

Then he chose an extreme, and he decided not to grow anymore, but to self-destruct and cultivate.

He wants to change back into his original seed.

It was undoubtedly painful, and in the near collapse of the source, it was hard to turn into the first seed.

Then the seed flew into the body of the little monk, the little monk was already dead, and even if Yuan Chen kept the other party's body, he couldn't hold the other party's soul.

Since coming to this world, all of Yuan Chen's previous methods have disappeared, and the only thing he has is memory and this inconspicuous grass power.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ten years is a long time for ordinary people.

Ten years or so, people have changed a lot.

This is the case with the little monk, he was originally only a five-year-old little monk, and after ten years, he has grown into a handsome and flowing boy, and not only that, but his long black hair is also open.

During a thunderstorm, the little monk crawled out of his grave.

After coming out, he did not hesitate and went straight in one direction.

Today's little monk is just born for revenge.

Although it was thundering, it did not rain, but it snowed heavily.

The heavy snow came into contact with the little monk's skin, but instead of melting, it covered the little monk's body.

The monk who cleared the snow saw that someone was coming, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, Yuan Chen said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "I want to ask if this is the Fengling Temple?"

The sweeping monk didn't see the person in front of him at all, it was the little kid who was chasing behind his ass and called Uncle Shi.

"This is Fengling Temple, what is the reason why the donor is here? Is it to worship the Buddha or make a wish?"

Fengling Temple is located in the depths of the Fengling Forest, and it is almost impossible for anyone to come, but now, someone is coming, so the sweeping monk will be a little stunned.

"I'm here to make a wish. ”

Yuan Chen said emotionally.

His eyes had already passed through the Fengling Temple and saw the great monk of the treasure **.

The abbot, who was in retreat, suddenly opened his eyes, and just now, he sensed a kind of indifference.