In the next two days, Xiang Yun did not go to the training ground for morning exercises. Instead, he was supervised by his father to practice the three forms of Gongfa and Divine War in his own courtyard. At this time, he also knew that the cultivation exercises were divided into two categories, the internal cultivation exercises, and the cultivation of spiritual power to achieve the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, of course, these were also said by the elders in the clan that my father heard.

This Divine War Three Styles is an external cultivation method, which is mainly based on refining the body, although it is a remnant, it is not an ordinary low-level external cultivation method.

It is said that the ancestors used this technique to refine the means of supernatural powers. It's a pity that the follow-up about the ancestors, the narrator bit back, only leaving Xiang Yun speechless for a while.

The first type, Dingding Qiankun. With the body as the tripod, the blood is drawn to temper the limbs.

The second type swallows the sea. Take the body as a furnace, absorb the aura of the four seas, and exercise the spirit and soul.

The third type, angry battles in all directions. Break the enemy with momentum, practice to the extreme, a roar can shock all directions, and a look can break people's hearts.

The exercises are overbearing, and it is easy to cause backlash and hurt oneself, and at the same time, it is even more difficult to practice.

Although there are only three forms of exercise, cultivation can only be achieved through accumulation over time, and this process is also a combination of pain and perseverance.

Xiang Yun put all his energy into the cultivation of the three forms of divine warfare. The mind visualizes itself as a tripod, and the tripod resets the world and lays the essence of righteousness.

With their minds together, a pill-sized green tripod in the consciousness realm was born out of thin air, and a cyclone gradually turned slowly at the mouth of the ding. As the cyan ding gradually solidified, Xiang Yun himself also had a feeling as if his body had become the center of the world.

"This—this is done! Xiang Tiande saw a phantom of a cyan tripod suspended above his son's head, and held his breath for a while. He had practiced this ancestral technique, but in order to condense the void, he had practiced it for three months! Even among the geniuses of the clan in the past, no one had reached such a level so quickly.

Xiang Yun was immersed in that wonderful realm, and the bronze void tripod slowly merged with his body, and there was a trace of aura gathered on Xiang Yun's body between heaven and earth, like rain washing every cell in his body. At first, the flesh and blood were like being pricked by a knife and needles, and the pain was unbearable, but as long as you persevered, it was like a hot spring baptism.

After two days of continuous hard training, Xiang Yun endured the pain of tearing his body apart during the cultivation process, and then it was as if his body had been tempered and rebuilt. His body strength has increased a lot, and even the jet-black longbow, which was difficult to pull before, can now be pulled like a full moon.

On this day, Xiang Yun was diligent in practicing the second form of divine warfare, swallowing the four seas. It is necessary to refine the soul with the spirit of the four directions in the sea of gods, and the father is busy preparing for his son's marriage.

Xiang Yun was incarnated into a bottomless abyss, continuously absorbing the aura of the four directions into the air holes around his body. Finally, it is condensed in the sea of qi, compressed and purified, and then guided to rush towards the sea of gods, that is, where the soul of consciousness is located. Sweat soaked through his clothes, as the aura purified and compressed rushed into the sea of gods. A crisp sound echoed in the sea of consciousness, and he condensed his mind to take a look. Suddenly, my heart shook and I almost screamed, wasn't the thing that made the noise the demon beast Neidan? It's just that how did this guy run here, and it was shattered!

As soon as this thought arose, a change was born. "Ah......h......h

The screams alarmed the people in the village, and the mother, Meng Jingxue, rushed out of the kitchen and fainted on the spot when she saw her son's appearance. For a while, the nearby clansmen had already arrived, and they saw that at this time, Xiang Yun was covered in blood. It was the flesh torn and oozing blood, the whole body exuded a cyan demonic aura like a substance, the hands grew sharp nails, slowly deformed like beast claws, dancing wildly, growing fangs, and roaring fiercely in the mouth. The skin exposed to the outside of the clothes showed signs of growing scales!

The people who came from the clan retreated in horror when they saw Xiang Yun's appearance at this time. Xiang Zhijun finally arrived closer, and when he saw his grandson so abnormal, his heart suddenly changed greatly. Flash stepped forward and stunned Xiang Yun, who was already growing scales on his skin, and ordered someone to take it away quickly.

Two of the old clansmen sat on the ground for a while, crying out in horror, "Disaster, disaster is coming again......!"

Why is this happening? How could this child be like this? Could it be?...... Xiang Zhiyun looked at his grandson, who had fainted at this time and was lying on the ground, and kept guessing in his heart that his expression was anxious! After a while, he finally made such a decision, picked up Xiang Yunchong and rushed out of the house, and went straight to the back mountain.

At this time, Xiang Yun had been taken to the forbidden place behind the village, fell into a coma and was carried by his grandfather. Xiang Zhijun paused in front of a cave, then gritted his teeth and walked into the depths of the dark stone cave.

Soon, a man wrapped in a black robe stood silently in front of him, and Xiang Zhiyun gently lowered his grandson on his shoulder, bowed and kowtowed to the black-robed man.

"Ancestor, save this child!"

Only then did the black-robed man turn around and glance at Xiang Yun lying on the ground, the black cloth covered the ground, and he sighed faintly and said, "You go first!" The voice was hoarse and pale.

The corners of Xiang Zhiyan's eyes were slightly wet, and he bowed to the black-robed man before withdrawing.

The black-robed man stretched out a hand covered with cyan hair from his long black sleeves, and examined Xiang Yun's whole body for a while, and then sighed again! Turning his back to the entrance of the cave again, Xiang Zhijun came to the front with a trembling background and bowed down and asked, "Ancestor, is there still hope?"

The black-robed man did not speak, shook his head slightly, and walked towards the depths of the stone cave step by step. Xiang Zhijun burst into tears for a while, and in his heart, he had already put the hope of the whole clan on Xiang Yun. This child is the only heir he fancies. Slowly holding Xiang Yun with pale hands, he was about to turn around, but he heard a hoarse voice from the depths of the cave.

"Give him this pill to take, maybe it can last for a few days!"

......Xiang Zhiyun immediately stretched out a hand to catch a stone bottle flying from the cave, and then slowly left with Xiang Yun in his arms.

The patriarch's residence was surrounded by clansmen at this time, Xiang Zhiyun sat in the center of the hall, and Xiang Yun behind him was chained by four thick iron chains. The other end of the chain is connected to a stone wall. Although he gave Dingyun the pill as soon as he returned here, he knew that it could only protect his grandson, and he would not continue to alienate for a few days, and if these days passed, the child would become a monster. Man is not human, beast is not beast, and what is more serious is that at that time, he will become the source of disaster, lose his mind and madness, and bite and tear people when he sees them. If the injured person is infected with the demon poison, it will spread. In the end, it will become a ferocious beast and infect more people!

Xiang Tiande looked at his son's appearance, clenched his fists and smashed the ground. He really couldn't accept such a change, his eyes were bloodshot and he cried bitterly!

Why? Why is this happening, how could Yun'er become like this! For a while, he felt powerless in his heart, knowing in his heart that this was the same as the disaster of the past, once the mutation would be irreversible, his children would also become monsters and bring disaster to his clan and relatives?

Everyone, emotions can't be calm. The only way to do this is to kill Xiang Yun and incinerate him with fire before he is completely demonized. Some old people have experienced it, and the disaster thirty years ago is even more complicated, just because the demon mutant is also a member of the Xiang clan, and he can't bear to destroy it. As a result, that person was finally completely demonized, and as many as eighty-three people were infected by his demon poison, including an ancestor of the clan! But they didn't know that the ancestor had now locked himself up in a forbidden place, and used his profound cultivation to restrain the demon poison so that it would not spread. After all these years, it was still impossible to eradicate it, and the tribe only knew that 83 infected people had been incinerated by the flames.

And those who were the source of the disaster were eventually burned to ashes. That person was Xiang Tianlei's father, Xiang Tianlei was still an adult at the time, and he was protected by the clansmen at the time of the incident. But I witnessed the death of all my close relatives, and after so many years, I remember those images. At this time, he seemed to have returned to the past, his eyes were full of horror, and he trembled and lay on the ground and shouted, "You go, you are a demon...... You're not mine...... Father...... You, let go of your sister'......!"

At this time, Xiang Tiancheng came up and held him down, stunned him and took him away from here, and most of the clansmen who were still present were emotionally uncontrollable for a while, hugging their heads and crying. A deep sadness fills the heavens and the earth!

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

Xiang Zhijun pulled out a long sword, gritted his teeth and stabbed it into Xiang Yun's chest, the tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to the chest that was already covered with cyan scales, no one felt that pain, this was his only grandson, in order to prevent the clan from being infected and causing disasters, but how could he do it!

At this time, "Don't, don't kill him, that's my son......" Xiang Zhiyun stopped stabbing out when he heard this, and his long sword, which was only an inch away from his grandson's chest, turned his head to look behind his own people, and staggered into the doorway Meng Jingxue. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and fell to the ground a few times, he closed his eyes and slowly turned his body to face everyone and walked a few steps. At this time, Xiang Yun's demonic pupils closed slightly, and he shouted from him a little weakly, "Ancestor, father...!"

Hearing this, Xiang Zhiyun stopped abruptly and glanced at Xiang Yun. I saw that my body was chained and finally calmed down and stopped moving the chains. Slightly open the mouth with two fangs, and gasp a little tiredly.

"Child, grandfather is old, he can't save you! He can't hurt you! You have taken the pill to ensure that you will not continue to demonize within a few days. I will do my best to save you in the next few days!" Xiang Zhijun turned around and left in a hurry.

The night wind was silent, and no one could bear to stab the blade into Xiang Yundi's chest. Looking at Xiang Yun, who had been demonizing Xiang Yun with tears in his eyes closed, the clansmen slowly dispersed with a trace of sadness......

Meng Jingxue cried again and fainted, and Xiang Zhijun slowly walked to the forbidden place behind the village again.

Xiang Tiande kept pouring wine into his mouth alone, and everyone knew that in a few days, this young man who had just turned sixteen would be completely demonized. What will happen then? It all happened so suddenly, he couldn't face the fate of the only old son!

The night was so quiet, so quiet that it was exaggeratedly quiet, as if even the air was not flowing. I feel that this night is so long, so long that people forget the existence of time! Meng Jingxue was lying alone in the house. She wept weakly, and although she was not unconscious, what could she do? she did not dare to look, not to think, and not to fall asleep. At first, she thought it was a big joke from God, a dream, and everything would wake up from the dream. But how could this dream make her feel at ease, she didn't want to face it anymore, she just wanted to wait quietly, waiting for someone to tell her. When I wake up from a dream, everything is fake!