Lu Xing felt that he had a dream: a man wandered the mountains and wilderness looking for wild ginseng, just to pay off the debts he was carrying; Walk into a dilapidated ancient temple to rest, lean on a broken idol and sleep; entered a magical world, and was inexplicably caught in a dungeon and became a sacrifice; There was a cellmate who was naked and unclothed, and was forced to exercise his flesh and bones every day; participated in the bloody battle of God's Chosen Choice, but because of his weakness, he hid everywhere......

The image from the dream is vivid in my mind, until I am finally hit by a tengu and falls into the center of the battlefield, and then falls into endless pain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, Lu Xing did not die, but he was still breathing, his body was broken, his muscles and veins were broken, and only his consciousness was left wailing.

The body of the Ichipin-samurai is too weak. If it weren't for the moment of the tengu's impact, the small flame that had been protecting himself instantly submerged into his heart and protected his heart, it is estimated that he would have died a long time ago.

But at the beginning, he still felt that life was worse than death, and although the old gourd origin seed on his body continued to replenish his essence, it could only maintain his consciousness, which was of no help to repair his body.

The feeling of pain in the bone marrow stopped tearing at his consciousness all the time, and gradually he felt that his soul was extremely strong.

I don't know how long it took, but he tried to jump up again and again after being tortured, only to find that the last time he was really out of the flesh and body.

Lu Xing's soul became a passerby, quietly wandering on the edge of the body. This feeling is very amazing, he just watched his limbs being crushed into flesh by many prisoners, watching his head being squeezed and deformed, watching other corpses slowly piling up on his body, he watched the Chosen Battlefield become a Shura killing field, and saw the two gods face each other............

He found that he was not in pain at all, and his body and soul seemed to be separated. The small flames beating in his heart greedily absorbed the endless flames from the Tengu's corpse, stretching endlessly, feeling the nearby altar take shape, become stronger, and burst little by little.

The pace of time passed little by little, and when his consciousness met a pair of surprised golden eyes in a trance, his soul ached, and he returned to his body.

But he found that his physical body was not in command, and he was not under his control at all: he was possessed by a black-clothed god!

"Look closely, I'll give you a creation!"

The words of the black-clothed god sounded from the depths of Lu Xing's soul, and there was a soothing power, and Lu Xing nodded involuntarily in his heart.

Countless mystical divine powers began to flow in the young man's broken body like a trickle, and Lu Xing could clearly see the process of condensing every muscle, bone, meridian, acupoint, and blood vein. He even saw that after the divine power wandered through the holes, countless lightning totems were suddenly lit up, like stars in the sky, which was very charming.

The small flame in the heart beat more cheerfully, and the gourd seeds that protected the body were directly melted into a thick pulp by the divine power to nourish the body.

Eventually, these lightning totems built a dense web in Lu Xing's body, which was directly connected to the depths of his mind. Something seemed to rise from the depths, and it was a miniature altar, and the totem patterns on the altar were more delicate and cumbersome than those on the battlefield.

Lu Xing could feel that his body was very hot, and an infinitely powerful feeling gushed out!

"Fight!"

A word shook his deafening, and Lu Xing's body instantly rushed out, like an arrow off the string, sprinting towards the powerful Wood Spirit God!

"Ah...... Ah......h

The huge divine body of the Wood Spirit God had no time to dodge under Lu Xing's continuous sprint, and in the midst of the screams, the original leakless divine body instantly turned into a large funnel, and the cyan divine power erupted.

Lu Xing gulped the divine power that the Wood Spirit God had dispersed, and the lightning totems in the countless holes absorbed the divine power, all of which poured onto the altar of his mind. In an instant, four pillars were erected around the altar, and viscous divine power began to flow between the two and two, gradually forming four high walls, which actually looked like a mansion.

The prototype of the Divine Palace!

"Ah, if you break my divine body, even if I go back to retreat for a hundred years, I will let you be destroyed!"

The mockery on the giant face of the Wood Spirit God had already been replaced by extreme anger, and the giant claws flipped over, and took the lead in pressing down on the distant temple, and at the same time, regardless of the loss of divine power, his palms directly tore the huge mountain apart.

"Boom"

The temple on the top of the mountain was instantly torn apart, from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked.

The Wood Spirit God's giant palm continued to press down, as if it wanted to slap the hateful fly-sized Lu Xing to death. However, in this process, many figures were forced out, but they were all pulled away by the Wood Spirit God, who was a prisoner who had just escaped from fishing in troubled waters on the Divine Chosen Battlefield. It's just that in the end, the monk can't hide from the temple, and whether he lives or dies depends on his own ability.

As the boulders rolled down, the dust covered the sky and the sun, and the battlefield was barely visible, although this situation only lasted for a short time, but it still gave a chance to escape.

The little monk had a sad face, and fled everywhere on a rabbit among the falling rocks; The ancient nightmare girl was beaten back to her original form, and the protective mist was melted away a lot by the mountain rocks; The skeleton shelf really turned into a hedgehog, staged a mad run at the end of the road, and was knocked into the frame as he walked; Only the flames on the tengu's corpse grew stronger, but they were buried in the ground......

The city gate is on fire, and the fish in the pond are affected!

At this time, Lu Xing was like an ant crawling at the feet of an elephant, watching the violent and unbridled wood spirit god digging three feet into the ground in a frenzy. A god who goes mad despite the loss of divine power is terrifying.

"Not good!"

Lu Xing tossed and turned from boulder to boulder, dodging the boulder overhead. His soul was bearing the impact of the force, like a well-fed drunk, and some of them could not bear the feeling of vertigo. Suddenly, he heard the warning voice of a black-clad god.

"Beware, he's also looking for the right body."

The altar in Lu Xing's mind was passively running, and it seemed that he wanted to make a desperate bet, but unfortunately the plan couldn't catch up with the changes at all, and the wood spirit god over there was already looking up to the sky and roaring, and he was overjoyed.

"Be my God's servant, and I will give you eternal life!"

The dungeon under the original mountain range was completely destroyed by the giant claw of the Wood Spirit God, and after the smoke cleared, a young man in white stood in the boulder pile, standing with a sword.

"Han Ting, it turned out to be his ......"

Lu Xing's soul heard the black-clothed god muttering to himself.

It turned out that this white-clothed young man was Han Ting at the entrance of life and death, the proud son of the sky who was trapped in the dungeon, cultivating sword veins and martial arts, and the pearl was covered with dust!

It's a pity, looking at the situation, it seems that he was going to be forcibly accepted as a divine servant by the Wood Spirit God, and borrowed his body to fight with Lu Xing.

"Give me back my body, give it back to me!"

The white-clothed young man's eyes began to be cloudy, glowing blue from time to time, but his body swayed violently, as if he was strongly resisting the invasion of the Wood Spirit God.

"Born with thousands of things, human beings, if they are really a weak but powerful race with advanced abilities, I have lost my eyes. This is an excellent seedling, and it can resist in this situation. Okay, you servant of God, I'm going to decide! God, Pro! ”

The voice of the Wood Spirit God spat out from Han Ting's mouth, and he completely compressed the divine power of the Divine Mansion and forcibly let the Divine Soul descend and land. At this time, Han Ting became the second doppelganger of the Wood Spirit God, and the young man in white was haunted by green light, and his originally thin body doubled, one size bigger than an adult.

"Han Ting", who was completely restrained, had blue eyes, and the next action was even more terrifying, he directly swallowed the sword he was holding alive, and the battle had just begun.

"Die!"

The young man's hand is as red as a rainbow, and his body is moving, with tens of millions of swords around him, and he is always swallowing cyan sword light.

"It's not good, he's sacrificing the sword with his thoughts, he must stop it, otherwise as soon as the divine soul sword qi comes out, the piece of armor will not remain!"

As the voice of the black-clothed god sounded, the divine mansion that was originally in the depths of his mind rose from the ground, directly breaking through the void in his mind and appearing in the palm of Lu Xing's hand.

At this time, the altar was full of vitality, and a vague idol loomed in the center of the altar.

"Go, fight to the death!"

Lu Xing's soul could feel the deep attachment of the black-clothed gods to this world.

In an instant, the altar statue was golden, sacred, and brilliant. Every ray of light breeds the courage to break through the cauldron and forge ahead. Where the golden light passes, everything changes. With the land as the center, the surrounding boulders instantly turned to ashes.

"Ah, you've burned your soul! Are you really willing to go back to the ruins? Damn, damn it, the vision of the divine law, come out! ”

The Wood Spirit God was furious, and as soon as it was too late, he instantly sacrificed thousands of cyan sword qi to resist the invasion of golden light. At the same time, his body swelled again, regardless of the danger that Han Ting's body could not withstand the explosion of divine power.

A giant tree of the sky appeared directly behind him, and the vision connected the heavens and the earth, and it was the body of the wood spirit god!

This time, the little monk, the ancient nightmare girl and other prisoners who escaped death began to flee for their lives, and now the gods and spirits have been summoned from the divine domain, and it is clearly a real fire, and it is definitely an endless situation.

The golden light shone brightly, thousands of sword qi were vertical and horizontal, and there was nothing around Lu Xing and Han Ting. The boulders that had been piled up directly turned into ashes, almost filling up the lake at the foot of the original mountain, and the whole land was devastated like the end of the world.

Lu Xing had reached the end of the strong crossbow, and the lightning energy in the acupuncture points in his body had been completely drained, and the palm altar had shrunk little by little. Han Ting on the other side was also uncomfortable, plasma gushed out all over his body, and he almost became a bloody person. However, the giant tree behind him was attacking like a tide, forcing the golden light to retreat.

Can't hold it!

"It seems that this world has really changed, the road is one foot high and the magic is one foot high, this world is really not the world I am familiar with."

"But don't be complacent, this heavy blow will keep you in retreat for at least a hundred years, no matter what conspiracy the gods behind you have, at least cut off one of his arms, it's worth it."

"If I can come back once, I can come back from Guiru a second time. You, evil gods! Give it to me, wait! ”

After countless roars, the heavens and the earth fell silent.

Lu Xing felt that he had already reached his limit, and the pain of his soul tearing made him sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious. In a daze, he felt his body crack again.

The black-clothed god seemed to have said something to himself, many words were unfamiliar, he couldn't hear or remember clearly, and finally the picture scroll in his soul stayed on a golden light, and then fell into endless darkness again......