At the beginning of spring, the Big Dipper turns to the northeast, the year turns, the great cold passes, the earth is angry, and all things are born!

In the beginning of spring, silkworms spin silk, cold all the time, light and unopened, crying swallows dancing in the wind, fat crucian carp flocks, and birds fly red.

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Fengshen Continent, Shennan Domain, Hundred Ghost Mountain.

Hundred Ghost Mountain is backed by 100,000 mountains, and the clouds and mist are ethereal all day long, and the ghost atmosphere is full of ghosts. In the meantime, there are countless mountain peaks rising from the ground, the main peak goes straight to the sky, the clouds and mist at both ends mean, just like the blue-faced ghost king who is unjust and angry, and the two double dragons who swallow the clouds and spit out the fog are guarded by the body, showing the image of the double dragon playing with pearls.

The mountains are lush with grass and trees, spring water flowing horizontally, birds and beasts flying, and aura rising, and it is an excellent holy place for cultivation at a glance.

The peculiar thing is that in the radius of Baigui Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, there is a wasteland and no grass, let alone any birds and animals.

This makes Hyakki Mountain even more mysterious!

As the sun sets, the boundless fiery clouds in the sky are sandwiched with a slight breeze of spring, flashing with golden brilliance, dazzling but not dazzling.

"He looks, hard, like a sick young boy!"

The silver-fanned Confucian stood in the depths of the Sixiang Wasteland, the deadly gun behind his back glowing with silver light like his eagle-like eyes, as if he had found some interesting prey.

"Looking at people is a mental work, how can mortal eyes peek through holy things!"

"I think he is a dead old man who has no life, otherwise how would he bury himself in the soil!"

The black-clothed man has always been very accurate in seeing people, his eyes are red and white with a strange light, and he can always spy on wonderful things that others can't see.

"Because, the dead aura emanating from his body?" the silver fan wondered.

"That's ancient voodoo, I have it too, try it for you?" the black-clothed man shook his head, and replied weakly.

"No!" the silver-fanned Confucian rolled his eyes, his scalp tingling.

The coffin boy just painted and ignored the two people around him, the purple brush moved lightly, on his ink paper, painted a young man in a green shirt with a face like a crown of jade, and a young man with beautiful eyebrows, the young man had long purple thick long hair, and his head was combed with a chaotic and chaotic crown of Nianjie, looking like a casual and cautious person.

The young man in the green shirt in the painting of the young man in the coffin is exactly the same as the sick young man in the wasteland!

It's just that the young man's face in the wasteland has changed abruptly, the edges and corners of his face are more distinct, multi-dimensional and three-dimensional, most of his body is buried deep in the wasteland pit, only the part of the activity above the shoulder is exposed, the right shoulder exudes a trace of black endless death, a pair of black and translucent eyes are covered by the black gas, some deep and gloomy, flashing with deep red rage, as if he can swallow the entire vast and boundless star.

The slender five fingers of his left hand held a thick hemp rope as strong as a teng bar, and the hemp rope was tied with a huge eight-treasure slipknot that only hunters could tie, and on top of it were several thick and fat, smooth as silver cabbage.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the sand dune and dirt cave in front of him, his eyes were as sharp as a hungry wolf's food, and it seemed that the boy in the wasteland was hunting!

Night fell, the surrounding was as silent as death, and the wasteland shrouded in darkness was even more eerie and desolate, like a tomb of heaven and earth!

The young man's hand holding the rattan rope tightened, staring closely at the plump cabbage in the distance, his eyes did not blink lightly, he was very patient, and had been dormant here for more than two hours, from dusk to night.

This is the moment you have been waiting for!

Under the dim curtain, with a snort, dozens of pairs of big red eyes glowed with a red ghostly light, as if under the curtain, the ghostly eyes of the walkers were staring at the endless sand dune wasteland.

Behind the mounds of the dunes, dozens of mutated rabbits poked out of the round and vigilant brown haired rabbit heads, each rabbit was the size of an adult wolf, and the big red eyes were as dazzling as rubies.

This is the mortal beast black-footed demon rabbit in the Hundred Ghost Mountain, only in the beginning of spring, full of vitality and the beginning of all things, they dare to pass by this endless desolate wasteland mound, and go to the Sixiang Mountain in the distance to find some spiritual grass containing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, so that their rabbit king can advance into a demonic beast and awaken the bloodline.

And the wasteland boy is dormant here, preparing to hunt a rabbit king and drink blood to open his veins!

"Whew!"

The rabbits of the brigade are like messengers in the wind and dust, black and pressing, running in the wasteland, passing by the Chinese cabbage on the hemp knot, many black-footed demon rabbits stayed for a few moments, the black four-legged deep embedded in the soil, sniffing the Chinese cabbage with a crimson rabbit nose, and licking the green leaves on the edge of the Chinese cabbage with a warm rabbit tongue.

There is no gluttony, just stopping, licking deeply, as if under some kind of order!

Soon, the rabbit king in the rabbit group found that on the wasteland, there were more than a dozen rabbits abnormal, it stood behind a pile of mounds in the distance, poked out a fierce rabbit head the size of a ball, a pair of big dark black eyes, two red sparks enough to vigorously raise the sand and dust in the soil, and several stern howls erupted from the hoarse mouth.

Hearing the rabbit king's several angry shouts, the black-footed demon rabbit in the distance didn't dare to covet the cabbage anymore, and hurriedly followed the team and obediently jumped in the direction of Baigui Mountain.

"Black-eyed and red-footed, that's the red-footed rabbit king!"

The ordinary demon rabbits in Sixiang Mountain are all black-footed, red-eyed, and red-blooded, and only the rabbit king is red-footed, black-eyed, and black-blooded.

Gently putting down the rattan rope in his hand, the young man picked up the red willow knife under the soil pit with his left hand, and his whole deeply buried body came out from under the soil and sand, and his body was light and flexible, like a little cheetah galloping in the wind, fast and ruthless.

It's just that I don't know why I don't use a knife in my right hand, I'm probably left-handed!

The boy touched the night like ink, and walked cautiously towards the mound behind the rabbit king, walking lightly and dexterously, like a night walker in the wind, walking on the undulating barren sand pile!

The rabbit king was still urging the rabbits to quickly cross the wasteland, his two black eyes stared directly at the forest in the distance, and his two big gray ears were a little lowered, completely ignoring the hidden danger behind him...

"Do you think he can hunt that rabbit king?" asked the silver-fanned Confucian with a spear in his hand, the corners of his mouth a little playful, and a sinister smile.

Before the black-clothed man could answer his question, the boy had already given him the answer!

With a hiss, the young man's black eyes locked on the red feet of the rabbit king, his feet stepped into the earth, and his half-bowed hands slammed into the rabbit king, like a pecking goshawk, fast and skillful, accurate and ruthless.

The rabbit king just noticed the abnormality behind him, the young man's willow knife had already come to him, directly cut off its elongated hard rabbit neck, the hot black rabbit blood stained the willow knife, like a landscape ink painting flying under the night, the rabbit head with black eyes on the mound, gurgling and rolling, you can vaguely see a pair of black eyes staring wide.

Blood is ticking, mixed with the sound of frantic swallowing in the throat!

The young man held the two red hind feet of the rabbit king in both hands, and with a ghostly light in his eyes, he directly blocked his mouth to the broken neck of the demon rabbit, like a vampire zombie, greedily and desperately sucking the hot black rabbit blood.

The black-footed demon rabbit is a kind of beast, belonging to mortal beasts, the blood is red, but the blood of the rabbit king is black, and the blood of the rabbit king is flowing with the blood of some ancient demon beasts.

There are many races in the Fengshen Continent, and their strength is respected.

For the purpose of alchemy, various cultivation methods emerge in an endless stream, such as a hundred flowers competing for beauty!

There are spiritual cultivators who practice spirituality, corpse cultivators, unpredictable yin and yang cultivators, clever demon cultivators, righteous Confucian cultivators, Buddhist cultivators who are kind to others, etc., all kinds of things!

All the laws of the same sect, no matter how they cultivate, are all in order to become a god that the world looks up to, to gain eternal life, and to live forever.

The boy is a common spiritual cultivator in the Fengshen Continent, and this time he secretly came to the wasteland to hunt and kill the demon rabbit just to drink blood and open the pulse!

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The night is like a flower, and the stars are dotted.

Soon he sucked up the rabbit blood, through the bright moonlight, he could vaguely see his front teeth stained with inky black rabbit blood, drinking Maoru's blood in this ten-mile wasteland, he was more like a bloodsucking devil in the night.

Casually throwing the shriveled skullless rabbit corpse aside, the boy began to spit out naturally, sinking into the dantian, condensing and opening the pulse!

He is now at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, although the Qi vein meridians have been refined to the point that there is no trace of acquired impurities, but he is still only a sorcerer, and only by opening the magic vein or spirit vein can he step into the Open Pulse Realm and cultivate the pulse technique!

Relying on the power of the demon rabbit's bloodline, the boy soon felt that the blood vessels and meridians in his body were spurring, like a huge furnace between heaven and earth directly put into the body of hundreds of limbs, scorching, the majestic earth veins and the hidden veins in the wasteland, quickly surging towards the young man's seven orifices towards his body, condensing into colorful veins!

Everything has qi, and when you are full of qi, you will open your pulse!

The young man can absorb the veins in the earth and the veins buried deep in the wasteland, and he is obviously an earth-based spiritual cultivator!

The sand and dust within three feet rolled up, circling the young man's body in a spiral, and at the same time, the young man's skin shone with a faint layer of bright aura, like a jade out of a stone, hiding the colorful breath of lotus blooming, and the whole person was in the dark wasteland, like a shining Buddha statue.

Nine days later, the young man could already feel that the limbs and internal organs in his body were also operating in an orderly manner with the blood and qi pulse, and he could breathe freely!

"Single-mindedness, earth magic vein!"

Sensing that the time had come for the veins to condense and form, the young man accelerated his aura, and the power of the qi veins at the large vertebral acupuncture points in the backbone of his back quickly condensed into a solid earthy yellow earth vein, slightly glowing with the silver light of the earth.

With a snort, when the earth magic vein was first formed, the mud and sand around the young man gathered more and more, wrapping his entire body, like a peerless treasure buried in the deep darkness of the earth.

Within three feet of the wind and dust, countless cyan mud phantoms surged towards the boy, flying back and forth in mid-air, the light of the green mud and water spirit flickered, which was very strange!

In the twilight, I don't know if it is the effect of rabbit blood or the blood of the boy himself, a crimson vein aura flew out of the boy's body, just like the magic that came out of the earth, and as dazzling as the sun in the middle of the day in the small city!

"The sunshine buried deep in the ground in the dark night, the green mud flying in the air!"

"This boy is the man we're looking for!"

"It's just, can he succeed in opening his pulse?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the smile on his face quickly retracted, his eyes opened as much as the head of a deadly gun, his body trembled slightly, and he exclaimed.

But the black-clothed man smiled, smiling very gloomily, his detached eyes burst out with deep meaning, and said softly: "No! Voodoo can only suppress me, not eradicate it!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words of the black-clothed Xiangshi fell, when the earth magic vein was about to take root in the bone marrow, the young man's right arm shook uncontrollably, the white gauze tied to it fell off layer by layer, a large amount of black blood rolled, and endless death qi floated out from his right arm, and then, quickly devoured the spirit yuan vein points condensed on the big vertebral point at the young man's backbone, and then slammed towards the earth magic vein.

The boy is not left-handed, and he doesn't use his right hand because he has been infected with voodoo, and his right arm has been eroded to the point that only skin and bones remain, and it is difficult to exert great strength.

The young man guarded his heart, as if he had been prepared, took out three red vein stones from his arms, and swallowed a soul-fixing pill into his mouth, relying on the earth spiritual power contained in the gangue stone and the strange medicinal power of the elixir, he could barely resist the terrifying devouring of voodoo in a short time.

It's just that with his small apprenticeship cultivation, he has to distract himself from condensing the magic veins, refining the spiritual power of the vein stones, and distracting himself from resisting voodoo, and he can easily break his heart veins and die!

"Damn, are you going to give up?"

The young man cursed secretly, and he was unwilling to see that the voodoo was about to devour the earth veins that he had worked so hard to condense.

It's not difficult to give up, it's hard to pick it up, it's hard to know that you might die, you may not have a result, but you have to live up to it, and you don't hesitate to do it.

"One heart and three purposes, earth magic pulse condensation!"

The young man shouted angrily, while violently absorbing the spiritual power of the vein stone, while resisting the devouring power of voodoo, he transformed the earth veins into veins and condensed them into the earth veins!

One heart and three uses, the dantian is buzzing, and the seven orifices are bleeding!

Finally, as soon as his throat was hot, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out of his mouth, and the boy finally collapsed due to exhaustion, lack of pulse, and lack of mental strength.

The boy chose to persevere, but in this bizarre cultivation world, persistence may not necessarily lead to the end.

The night was like fog, strange waves, just a hundred zhang away from the boy falling, a black-clothed monk rushed towards the boy, wrapped the boy and galloped towards the Hundred Ghost Mountain, in this desert of Liao, like a ghost.

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"The sunshine buried deep in the earth in the dark night, the green mud flying in the air!"

"The man we are looking for has appeared, how are you going to calculate him? like a cat or a dog, or like a flower or a tree?"

The silver fan Confucian looked at the boundless wasteland under Sixiang Mountain, he was very curious, he really saw the sunshine in the dark night and the green mud flying in the air!

"Calculations, don't you see something about him that you don't have?"

The black-clothed man glanced at him, and his red and black eyes could always see something special that was different from ordinary people!

"What I don't have? You mean death?"

Silver Fan Confucianism is suspicious, his qualifications are still shallow, and he is still very ignorant and stubborn, only to see someone looking for death in the dark night of the wasteland!

"It's something precious and valuable, such as painting, such as playing chess, such as hunting!" The young man who stepped on the coffin had not spoken for a long time, and at this time he put away the purple pen and drawing board in his hand, and obviously finished copying, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Something precious, so, how do you calculate him?" The silver fan Confucian still doesn't understand, he doesn't care about what he doesn't have at all, but other people's things, he calculates it more accomplished and possessive!

The dawn is about to break, but the sky is still very dark, the chess pieces are still chess pieces after all, the black-clothed man looked at the boundless night, and said: "Like the little dragon who does not regret the abyss, like the emperor and the emperor!"