In dungeon 101, with the dim light coming through the small window, Lu Xing began his routine cultivation every night. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The bare upper body is covered with scars, and some are even old wounds with new openings, and the flesh and blood are blurred. However, Lu Xing was already numb from pain, and he didn't even have a trace of superfluous expression on his face.

"Bang Bang"

"Bang Bang ......"

Like a heavy piece of wood, he mechanically slammed his body against the stone walls of the dungeon. A humanoid silhouette had already been knocked out of it, and countless clouds of dust were scattered there......

After a while, under the thin muscles and bones of the young man, it was like a little mouse jumping up and down, and it was like an old cow reclaiming wasteland, constantly opening bloody wounds, bloody and tyrannical.

"Ahh

I don't know how long I have been cultivating, but Lu Xing finally roared in pain. Then he slammed his fists on the ground and exhaled a deep breath against the stone wall.

However, the moment he sat down, he skillfully grabbed a handful of grass on the ground with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth, and the juice overflowed from his mouth, and the color turned out to be blood red.

"Phew, fishy, this quenching grass is really fucking unpalatable!" Lu Xing muttered quietly, grinning in pain.

"Little brother, don't underestimate this quenching grass, it's a good treasure for martial arts cultivation outside. There is also the martial arts true scripture you are cultivating now, this is the essence of the martial arts of the Tian Yuan Continent, and when you practice to the realm of rebirth, you will become a first-class martial artist, which is much stronger than mortals. This is thanks to the fact that we have become sacrifices to the gods, otherwise we would not have been able to enjoy this treatment. Lu Xing's head suddenly came from an answer, but the voice was high and low, and if you were not used to listening to it, you could choke people to death.

"Old pervert, don't deceive yourself, no matter how good the baby is, you have to have a life to enjoy it. We are forced to cultivate by the group of pig demons outside every day, and the final end is to become the blood food of the gods. Practicing martial arts every day is not to make the flesh of the body stronger, and to make the gods chew more chewy and delicious when the sacrifice is made. The thought that I was about to be eaten by an inexplicable god when I had just come into this world made me feel like my life was miserable. Oh, I almost forgot, you old pervert doesn't even have a body, and you don't have any clothes to wear. But when the ghost fire in your head becomes a spirit bead, you can't escape the life of being devoured. Lu Xing panted as he chewed, raised his head and looked at the darkness, quite resentful.

"Who's to say it's not...... Oops...... Hurt...... 呲呲...... This damn bird cage doesn't say hello every time you call me, and it will make a surprise attack! Suddenly, the little old man wailed, and in an instant bursts of lightning rushed through the prison, and the darkness faded for a short time.

I saw that there was really a half-human-high bird cage hanging above Lu Xing's head, and a bare-bottomed little old man was locked in it. However, the old man's body turned out to be illusory, only a ghost fire flashed in his head. As soon as the little old man touched the fence of the cage in excitement just now, he was smoked by electricity, and his body was directly torn apart. Now he was shoving his head into his neck with both hands, and it lit up a lot as soon as he put on the ghost fire.

"What are you calling in the middle of the night, is it that you haven't tasted enough of cultivation during the day, and I'll let you see the power of killing sticks tomorrow." By the way, old gourd scoop, it's your turn to offer wine today. Don't rub it in, otherwise, your gourd won't be able to keep it. ”

The dungeon door opposite Lu Xing was suddenly opened, and a pig demon with a big shoulder and a round waist walked in, his expression as hard as a scoop of snow outside.

Then he carried a chubby, child-sized, mouth-opening white gourd essence, a wrinkled old man's face rubbed on it, and the two white leaves floating at the mouth of the gourd looked like the old man's eyebrows, shrugging from time to time.

"You piglets, how dare you treat my gourd god like this! If this is in ancient times, when the seven sacred gods of our gourd clan moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, swallowed clouds and spit out the moon, which turn would be your turn to show off his power here from nowhere, he would definitely kneel under our gourd giant vine and cry dad and mother, begging grandpa to tell grandma. And the fat pig's head that you killed these days, it looks so ugly, it must be a cross between your wild gods and untransformed beasts, and you want to drink the wine in Lao Tzu's stomach, so you bastards are also worthy of ...... Whining...... Tear it up...... I hurt your uncle to death......"

Suddenly, the dirty trash that came out of the old gourd's mouth came to an abrupt end.

Lu Xing took a closer look, and it turned out that the old gourd had been split in half by the impatient pig demon, and it really became two gourd scoops, and the pig demon also cruelly tied the old gourd's mouth, so that he couldn't open his mouth.

At this moment, the scoop was filled with a golden liquid, and the smell of wine wafted in the air. Then a row of pig demons came over in the corridor, one by one carrying broken bowls, scooping wine from the gourd scoop and drinking, and also carrying out the wine order, not caring about the life or death of the old gourd below.

"Man is a sword, I am a fish. The old gourd's mouth is really poisonous. But his life has been ruined on this mouth, if it weren't for the fact that he could brew some gourd wine every month with his natural skills, I'm afraid he would have been fried into a dish and eaten by them, hey......" The old pervert seems to have long been accustomed to this scene, sighing.

However, he glanced at Lu Xing, who was silent, rubbed the ghost fire in his head with his hand, sighed, and stopped talking.

The night began to get deeper.

Lu Xing covered his face with his hands and curled up in the corner of the dungeon, but his mind began to wander away. It's been a month, and he's been in this strange world for a whole month.

Lu Xing does not belong to this world at all. He just turned 18 years old this year, and when he was a child, he was born with a heart disease, and his biological parents cruelly abandoned him.

When he was six years old, he was abducted by human traffickers in a welfare home, and he worked at the bottom of that filthy society for 12 years. Although I have just become an adult, I have already experienced a big scene: I have seen street fights, I have seen the lights, I have seen all kinds of things, and I have seen the side doors...... It can be said that he is accustomed to seeing the cold and warm in the world, and has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

As for his coming to this inexplicable world, it stemmed from the fact that when he was digging wild ginseng in the deep mountains and old forests to sell, he inadvertently broke into a dilapidated ancient temple. He slept leaning on the idol and then came to the Tian Yuan Continent. As soon as he left the temple gate, he had not had time to breathe a few breaths of the air of the new world, but he was unlucky enough to be caught in the dungeon by a patrol of pig demons, and gloriously became a sacrifice to the gods.

This month, he gradually learned about the situation outside from the mouths of the old pervert and other prison mates.

The Tian Yuan Continent is a dark world where evil gods reign and the weak eat the strong, with gods as their respect, and there is a clear hierarchy between gods and spirits. But the true god and the righteous god are gone, the faith is withered, and demons and monsters are rampant, often enslaving human beings as blood food.

There are all kinds of strange countries such as the country of dead corpses, the country of ugly people, the country of daughters, and the country of dwarves, and they are divided into five levels: duke, marquis, uncle, son, and male.

The martial arts of the human world in the Tian Yuan Continent are extremely prosperous, but the number of first-grade martial artists is the largest, and the higher you go, the fewer people cultivate. After the second-grade warrior dantian gathers qi and condenses qi, he can condense the tricks around the body. After cultivating one hundred acupoints, he will be automatically promoted to a third-grade martial artist, two hundred acupoints will become a fourth-grade martial sect, three hundred and sixty-five main points will be cultivated to be a five-rank martial artist, and then one hundred and eight dark points will be able to sit on the ground and achieve a six-rank martial god.

The martial arts cultivation as a whole is arranged in a pyramid, and the six-rank martial gods definitely belong to the mortal national treasure-level figures, and only exist as royal family worship in the four major principalities. There are also some of them are the masters of the martial arts holy land and the inheritance sect, and even rarer are to live in seclusion in inaccessible places such as deep mountains and old forests, overseas god islands, etc., and devote themselves to studying martial arts, and it is easy not to leave the mountain.

Above the martial arts of the world, there are all the heavens and all the races. In the Tian Yuan Continent, all races such as demons and monsters have their own innate instincts, and they are born superior to humans. The cultivation exercises are even more blooming, but they can't get rid of the grade order of one to six grades. This is true even for the highest supreme Shinto, which is divided into six levels of one to six grades, but Shinto is a legendary taboo law and cannot be treated as a rank. Anyone who dares to get involved in Shinto cultivation, no matter who they are, will be hunted down by the gods in the major jurisdictions and will not rest until death.

In the Tian Yuan Continent, the gods rule the country, and the royal family rules the territory. If the quantity and quality of the royal sacrifices of each level of the country are satisfactory to the gods, they can enjoy the gifts and protection of the gods.

Moreover, the gods who protect the country will select royal children and folk geniuses to take refuge in the gods, call them divine servants, walk the world in the name of gods, and spread brilliance. It's just that since ancient times, people have sacrificed to various gods in order to seek peace, but the righteous god and the true god never show their true deeds in the world, but between countries often carry out divine wars under the will of the gods who protect the country, and the world is often filled with gunsmoke and devastated lives.

The area where the land dungeon is located belongs to the southern county of the Jiangnan sub-country, and the original protector god was a tiger god, but later it was cut down by the domineering god who appeared out of thin air, and even the soul was swallowed up. At the same time, he defeated all the nearby demons and monsters in a row, unified the Nanjun Shinto in one fell swoop, and confronted the wood spirit gods of Jiangnan and Beijun across the river, and the divine war was about to break out. Shocked, the royal family of Jiangnan Ziguo went north overnight to ask the suzerain, but unfortunately in the end, it didn't work, and no one seemed to know where this domineering god was.

In addition, each dungeon exists for a long time, and no matter which side of the god is occupied, there will be no mercy for the people in the dungeon, and they are all sacrifices of the gods anyway. There are all kinds of prisoners held here, and the dungeon of each god's residence is generally held in two types of people, one is the blasphemer who offends the majesty of the gods, and generally has the ability to reach the sky, and is the sworn enemy of the resident gods.

There is also a kind of sacrifice that is about to be placed on the tribute platform like a land trip. It is said that the conditions for becoming a sacrifice to the gods are not low, and it requires amazing muscles and bones and extraordinary talents. For example, the old pervert belongs to the ghost clan, and the ghost fire in his head can make the gods salivate as long as he cultivates the ghost spirit bead. There is also the old gourd spirit with a poisonous tongue and a black belly, which belongs to the spirit category, and has natural abilities from birth, and is a great tonic for the healing of the gods.

Either way, it is a sacrifice of the gods, and there is no escape from the fate of being devoured by the gods. Unless he can break through the six life and death entrances in a row to be promoted to the resident divine servant, but according to the old pervert, the probability of success is one in ten thousand, and each of them has achieved an iron-blooded legend in the Tianyuan Continent.

"Ring, ring, ring, ......" rang at the end of the corridor, and Lu Xing's thoughts were interrupted. He pricked up his ears, bewildered, the dungeon dumbbells would easily not ring, unless there was a major emergency.

"What's the matter, don't let people sleep in the middle of the night and have a sense of public morality, it's not good, this is ...... Oops...... It's not good to ......" As soon as the old pervert heard the stimulation of the bell, his body, which had just been installed for a short time, directly touched the edge of the cage with trembling, and a burst of lightning flashed, and he broke up sadly.

The cup-hungry patrol pig demons outside threw the bowls and stood up one by one, their eyes looking up and their bodies straight, as if offering their absolute devotion to their gods.

"Xuanzi dungeon, Han Ting, break through the three products, fight life and death!"

"Victory, promotion to servant of the gods; Defeated, refined into blood essence! ”

"Tomorrow, the battle of the chosen one begins, life or death!"

Three bells in a row resounded through the dungeon, and there was no sound after that, but the dungeon exploded, and the people were boiling. The patrol pig demon outside threw the old gourd into the opposite prison and went to maintain order.

In the dungeon, Lu Xing looked blank and looked at the old pervert, but found that he was not even in the mood to assemble his scattered body.

"Brother Lu, something is wrong. This time, you're really going to die! Maybe not even a whole corpse. It's a pity for your white body...... Gee...... If only you could possess me. ”

By the starlight, the old pervert turned his head and glanced at Lu Xing's body, sighing with regret, his eyes full of greed. But Lu Xing clearly saw something from his flashing ghost fire, this old pervert, he was clearly scared!

The Battle of the Chosen One, what is it that can make the old pervert so afraid?

The night seems to be deeper.