This is not the first time Zhang Yang has been a Jiang Long, nor is it the first time he has come into contact with Jiang Long.

It's not the first time he's traveled through time and space.

Once in his opinion, the so-called time travel, heroic trials, are just a flash of white light, swish, the next moment has arrived at the world he wants to go.

But at this moment, he realized that things were so wrong, and at the same time, he was secretly ashamed of his carelessness.

If he had had enough awe of time and space travel earlier, he would not have despised Zhao Xianyu, who could take out a mountain god trial divination talisman at will.

That's right, at this moment, Zhang Yang did not flash in white light, he appeared at the destination with a swish, he was just sitting on a boat.

The boat is long, narrow, like a willow leaf, and there is no water under the boat, only countless shadows shuttling through, and if you listen quietly, you can hear whispers.

There was no crew on board, only passengers, and counting Zhang Yang, there were ten passengers in total.

But they couldn't see each other clearly, and all they could see were gray cloaks.

There were six of the Grey Cloaks who were awake and four who were unconscious, and without exception, the four who were unconscious had a sober companion in their care.

There was a starry sky on his head, a dazzling starry sky, Zhang Yang had never seen such a gorgeous starry sky, but he didn't dare to look carefully, because there was originally an eleventh passenger on the boat, he looked up at the starry sky maybe he was too engaged, and suddenly a claw came out of nowhere and grabbed his neck and carried it away, just like carrying away a chicken cub.

The ship was moving on its own, the direction was unknown, but it was certainly moving, and the road was not desolate and boring, and from time to time the same ship would suddenly fly out of the shadows below, yes, just fly.

The boat was more or less carrying some passengers in gray cloaks, in different directions, fleetingly.

Sometimes, there are also some larger boats, faster and more stable, and the passengers on the boat do not have gray cloaks, they just stand on the boat in a daze, as if looking at the scenery.

This makes Zhang Yang think that the passengers on this kind of ship are legal?

There was also a much larger ship, very strange, with no end to sight, dragged by an incomparably tall giant, in chains, walking slowly, so slow that the little boat that flamboyed them floated over at once.

Zhang Yang didn't dare to look at the situation on the ship, nor did he dare to look at the giant, and no one else dared to look at the other passengers.

Occasionally, there will be a meteor that will streak from one end to the other, and then explode into an even more brilliant spark.

Occasionally, there would be behemoths, floating from the shadows, huge as a mountain in their mouths, and it seemed to be a world.

Occasionally, there would be a lone strange man carrying a blood-red coffin with a constant sound of scratching and crying, and the strange man would go far along with the flamboyant boat, and try to talk to the passengers, and one of the boatmen would take something out of the stranger's coffin.

But the strange man ignored Zhang Yang and the others, and seemed to know that they were all poor ghosts.

The journey was so long, so long that Zhang Yang thought he had spent his whole life here, and then he suddenly arrived at his destination.

He didn't know how he got off the boat, and he didn't know if the other passengers saw him, but he did.

A crack suddenly appeared in front of him, and in the crack there was a cyan wind, golden lightning, and a black shadow, oh, this black shadow was the background.

He didn't even have time to think about it carefully, the oncoming cyan wind almost blew away his three souls and seven spirits, and he had to forcibly gather a soul force field to fight it.

And the golden lightning struck him, hurting into the bone marrow, and at this time he could even see the bones all over his body cracked and shattered, watching his meridians and flesh tear away.

At this time, it seemed automatic, and Zhang Yang knew how he should resist.

Shou Yuan: 527 years, consume one year of life to withstand a golden lightning bolt / a cyan wind.

Soul: A+, consumes one level of strength to resist a golden lightning bolt/a cyan wind.

Bloodline: Sacrifice each of your direct descendants to reach a golden lightning bolt/a cyan wind.

Wronged Soul: Sacrifice the full soul of a deceased person to withstand a golden lightning bolt/cyan wind.

Mana: Arbitrary.

Natal Aura: Consuming a mouthful of Natal Aura, you can resist a golden lightning bolt/a cyan wind.

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"So I actually only have 527 years of lifespan left?"

Zhang Yang immediately understood, he was only 19 years old, a good year, why did he only have 8 years left to live, so this must have been consumed by that Zhao salted fish when he was Jiang Long last time.

"Consume natal aura!"

This is the only acceptable way for Zhang Yang.

The next moment, his natal aura was consumed in one gulp, and in just a few seconds, 82 natal aura was gone.

"Whew!"

The black crack finally closed, and the cyan wind and golden lightning dissipated after a few strokes.

Zhang Yang had a thrilling pass, and at the same time, he also secretly called it a fluke, thanks to the difficulty of the Qi training period, otherwise if it was replaced with a golden lightning similar to the golden lightning of the Jindan period demon cultivation, I am afraid that it would kill him all at once.

The golden lightning he endured was only three inches long, and the golden lightning that the Jindan stage demon cultivator endured was more than five feet long!

"Bang!"

Zhang Yang's whole person plunged into a forest, and he was dizzy when he fell, Venus was scattered, and dozens of bones were broken, but as long as he didn't fall to death, it didn't matter at all.

After lying in place for more than ten minutes, Zhang Yang fully recovered.

"Here—Lao Tzu didn't come to the wrong place?"

Rising from the ground, Zhang Yang looked puzzled, because the last time he came, the aura here was still abundant and everywhere, but now, the concentration has dropped five times.

Of course, even if it drops fivefold, it is still much richer than the ostentatious world.

Silently released the soul force field, searched a radius of three kilometers, Zhang Yang retracted, and then swept in one direction.

Five minutes later, he stood on the top of a hill and looked around, seeing a dense forest and no human structures in sight.

"Is there such a large primeval forest near Storm City?"

Zhang Yang opened the village construction order, and there were already several messages in it.

"Warning! You've successfully invaded the target world. ”

"From now on, you will be under the spotlight and struck, and once the gods/prophets/emperors/heroes of this world know of your existence, you will have no way to live. ”

"Hint: Your Core Village Order won't help you much in the future. ”

"Hint: You seem to have a connection to this world, so it's recommended to explore it on your own. ”

"Hint: The village building order of the god you bound seems to have something to say. ”

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