Zhuang Zhuang felt a slight pain in his head, and after a moment of adaptation, he slowly opened his eyes, and after looking around, a sense of speechlessness came to his heart.

I saw that I was sitting on a high platform at this moment, and what I was wearing was a thin gauze coat that could not be thinner, and the pair of crisp breasts under the tulle stood tall, and I was a little embarrassed to look solemn and blushing.

This high platform is about seven or eight meters high, and the surrounding area is black, and if you look closely, there are tens of thousands of onlookers! They are looking at themselves with excitement on their faces.

There are sika deer, there are huskies... All kinds of animals and plants spread out in circles until they were invisible to the naked eye.

Solemnly couldn't help but ask himself, what sin have I done, to go through this incomprehensible double crossing?

Seeing that solemnly opened his eyes, the creatures suddenly became a little restless, and one by one they were extremely excited, and collectively shouted loudly:

"God bless the Holy Maiden! God bless the Demon Clan!"

There was an old man with white hair who even shouted with blood spraying his mouth, but he still didn't stop, as if he wanted to call him enough before he died......

The cries did not stop, and they collectively knelt on the ground and bowed one after another in the solemn direction.

The cry shook the heavens and the earth, and resounded in the sky.

Before the echo of the voice was gone, I heard a loud shout from someone in the distance, and the voice was full of breath and very sexy.

"The remnants of the demon clan, today is your time of death!"

Before the figure arrived, the voice came first.

I saw a lotus palace lamp slowly flying from afar, this lotus exuded a light blue glow, looking slow but extremely fast, in the blink of an eye.

The ghostly light on the lotus flower suddenly amplified, burning and releasing blue-black flames that gradually disintegrated and exploded.

"Smack"

"Crackling"

As far as the naked eye can see, the sky is full of flames, wailing and crying all over the sky.

However, it was not over yet, and a bright light flew in, like through tofu, through the high platform where the solemn one was located.

The seven or eight meter-high platform collapsed like a product of the tofu scum project.

And the solemn face that was originally sitting on it was now crushed in the rubble, spitting blood.

This series of accidents really made Zhuang Yan a little overwhelmed, and he didn't even have time to think, and the whole person was confused and a little cerebellar atrophy.

first appeared on a small island, watering trees with handsome guys, and before he got used to it, he appeared here again, and the audience worshipped... In the blink of an eye, they were collectively taken again.........

It's not as simple as I've done anything wrong!!

solemnly felt the pain coming from all over his body, and secretly sighed that the matter of becoming a woman didn't seem to be so important.

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I don't know that after a few days, the solemnity of being strong-willed and eager to survive finally crawled out of the pile of rubble.

The surrounding flames have not been extinguished, and the aftermath of those two blows is still sparing no effort to tear this piece, the former gathering place of the demon clan, but it can't hurt the solemnity in the slightest.

It turned out to be the thin veil that wrapped around the whole body, and formed a thin passport around the solemnity, which protected the solemnity in it, so that the flame could not be approached.

Solemnly staggering out of the pile of stones, he leaned out with one hand, and as soon as he touched the earth, he felt an endless number of wills sweeping in, the voices of those wills were noisy, but the theme was unified.

"The revival of the demon clan is everyone's responsibility!"

Tens of thousands of five-colored rainbow lights surged from all directions, scrambling to drill into the solemn body.

The lines of mysterious runes gradually took shape on the solemn body, and the light veil that wrapped the body gradually solidified, forming a pure white coat, and all kinds of plants and animals at the hem of the clothes also slowly climbed up the corners of his clothes, vivid, as if they were substance.

On the chest, an exaggerated petal seems to bloom at any time, the petal is the size of a bowl, bright red as blood, and the style of the whole person is completely different.

A touch of consciousness arose spontaneously in the solemn heart, and countless demon clan inheritances seemed to be clear in their hearts, but they could not be touched.

Zhuang Zhuang didn't know that in the rest of the entire demon clan, under the nourishment of the power of faith, he had already turned into a god in half a step, and he was infinitely close to the true god.

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Zhuang Zheng didn't know what was happening, he just felt that he was surrounded by an extremely refreshing energy, and the whole world seemed to be clear, and the details that he couldn't see clearly in the past were now in front of him.

The petals on the chest turned into a cloud of smoke when they were fully bloomed, forming a totemic mark and a solemn skin that gradually disappeared.

All visions were fleeting, as if nothing had happened.

He solemnly looked back at the high platform that had collapsed behind him, unlike his previous thoughts.

At this moment, he felt full of anger haunting his heart, holding it in his body, and he felt uncomfortable.

solemnly took a deep breath and sorted out his emotions, this is the real first time, and he thought about it seriously.

According to the current situation, I have crossed over!

This is a demon tribe, and he has crossed into the holy daughter of this tribe.

A righteous person with a sense of justice is carrying out the great cause of eradicating demons and demons.

Wiped out the gang that was performing some strange ritual.

Now it seems that the situation is not good, put everything else aside, and now think about how to survive in this world, in case the person with a strong sense of justice turns back, he will definitely be killed here!

However, Yan Yan is an outsider who has no contact with this world at all!

"Forget it, let's go and see! It's safer to go anywhere than here. ”

Solemnly muttered to himself, lifted his clothes, and found a relatively flat looking position and squatted down.

......

After about five minutes or so, after dealing with some trivial matters, I walked slowly towards the flames that surrounded me.

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In the direction of solemn travel, about two or three days away, in an inconspicuous ravine, a small village, today, is unusually lively.

This is Dawang Village.

Dawang Village, which is under the jurisdiction of the Beiyang tribe, is a small village, because of its remote location, few people have set foot here, and there are only a few dozens of families.

Dawang Village, which is usually deserted, is unusually lively today.

Because today, there is a cultivator who has traveled here.

The master also said that if there was a child with good qualifications in the village, he planned to take in an apprentice.

The master came early in the morning, because the village of Dawang was located in the middle of nowhere, and the sky was so dark that not a ray of sunlight could be seen.

The master felt that this environment was not to his liking, and with a wave of his hand, he dispelled the morning mist all over the sky, and hung a small sun in the sky.

In the eyes of the cultivators, this may be just an ordinary trick, but in the eyes of the villagers, this represents an incoherent superpower!

The villagers lamented the master's strength and spontaneously sent the domestic animals they kept in captivity at home to the village chief's house in order to entertain the master.

By the way, I also brought my own children, hoping to give the master a look and see if he had the potential to cultivate into an immortal.

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Wang Fan was born at the age of 12 in Dawang Village, and is one of the most unique children in Dawang Village.

He didn't learn to speak until he was five years old.

His father, Wang Qingshan, is an ordinary farmer in Dawang Village, about forty years old, dressed plainly, physically strong, honest, but with a persevering momentum, he is the most handsome man in the village.

His mother died when he was five years old, so he had very little or no memory of her.

Wang Fan was brought up by his father.

In such a small place, people have been feeding themselves with their own hands for generations, taking care of the crops and raising a few poultry. Self-sufficient, pretty good.

They don't have any skills, and they don't have any ambitions.

But Wang Fan is different, although he learns late, he loves to learn unusually much, likes to read, and he still has a dream.

No one knew that he was inspired by something strange, and he actually had a dream of becoming a sea god, and some people speculated that he might have seen Douluo Continent.

Everyone is not optimistic about his dream, not to mention the sea near Dawang Village, there is not even a big river, only some small mud ditches.

What is the use of Poseidon here?

In the eyes of these villagers, they don't care about the process of realizing their dreams, they can't see it, they just want to know what happens after it is realized.

Such a useless dream, everyone is not optimistic, everyone said, no wonder it is too late to learn.

Children of the same age feel out of place with Wang Fan because he has dreams and are reluctant to be friends with him, but Wang Fan is not discouraged because he has a father who dotes on him.

Although Wang Qingshan has never read and has no culture, he doesn't know how to help his son fulfill his dream.

But he knew that if he wanted to do something big, he had to study more, but there was no teacher in Dawang Village at all, and no one in the village knew how to read.

He had been distressed for a while, and then he had come up with a good idea.

Some of the poultry that I raise at home, save it and don't eat it. Take it to a nearby big city, exchange some money, buy some books and come back to my son to read.

Now, Wang Fan's qualifications are recognized in the village, and he is no longer the mentally retarded child in everyone's mouth.

Because, through self-study, Wang Fan can already understand the books that his father brought back from the big city. His prestige in the village has also improved a lot, and Wang Qingshan also feels that he has a lot of face.

Although everyone still thinks that it is very unrealistic for Yang Fan to become the god of the sea, there is one fact that cannot be ignored, he is now the only literate person in the entire Dawang Village.

Therefore, the villagers feel that Wang Fan is already a superior existence in their hearts, and they usually have some respect for Wang Fan, and no longer laugh at his dreams in person.

At this moment, Wang Fan was sitting in his small courtyard, holding a book in one hand and scattering rice on the ground in the other.

He was wearing a gray-black coat, which was very shabby, with obvious scratches on the corners.

Through the patches of gray-black traces, it can be seen that this dress has not been washed for a long time.

In front of him, there was a big rooster, which was leisurely spinning around, from time to time, pecking at the rice on the ground, leisurely, so unhappy.