(The book is slow-prototyping, although the writing is not good.) But I hope that the vivid and bloody story can be enjoyed by everyone. The first tens of thousands of words of the plot have not yet been launched, and I hope you can read it patiently. ）

After hundreds of millions of years of evolution and progress, the Lingyuan Continent has changed from many tribes to one city after another. After years of fighting between cities, the people were miserable, and the Lingyuan Master withered. Finally, that year, the Tang family, with the assistance of the five major sects, unified the Central Plains and established the Tang Kingdom.

One hundred and thirty-five years of Tang Kingdom, after a hundred years of operation, the Tang Kingdom presented a prosperous era, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the earth was full of flowers. In this starry city, the strong are still respected. The strength of one person will determine the status and power of the entire family in the city.

In Tuyong City in the south of the empire, a young man about fifteen years old in the backyard of the Xiao family was sleeping deeply. His brow furrowed, and his head was drenched in sweat. His hand grasped the corner of the quilt tightly, and his head kept shaking, as if he was struggling desperately.

"Ahh ”

He suddenly let out a loud scream, and his entire upper body sat up directly. Pale and palpitating, he wiped the sweat from his head. I kept wondering: It's this dream again. Why do you always dream that you are floating in a sea of blood, what is that like a sea of blood?

He vaguely remembered that when he was five years old, he was the eightfold spirit gathering realm. It was called the first day talent by the entire Tuyong City, because at this rate, he could break through the Spirit Realm and cultivate the Spirit Sea at the age of six. Embark on the path of the Spirit Master. But this year was also his nightmare.

From this moment on, he began to have this nightmare, and his cultivation did not advance but retreated. Now fifteen years old, he has retreated to the second level of the Gathering Spirit Realm, which has made his and his parents' status in the family decline day by day, and he has lived in a side house in the backyard of the Xiao family.

He couldn't do anything about all this, and sometimes he felt that God was playing with him. wiped the tip of his nose and said to himself: "It's better to die than to live, I don't want to." ”

Standing up and walking out of the room, a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting at a table in the living room, dressed modestly. Another woman in her thirties was walking into the hall with a meal.

"Daddy. ”

"Yao'er, get up. Just in time for dinner. The woman smiled and said that this was his mother, Deng Lianzhu. The man was his father, Xiaojing. He is Xiaoyao.

"Where's my sister?" Xiao Yao asked as she looked around.

"Smile and laugh here!" As soon as Xiaoyao's voice fell, a girl about twelve years old poked her head out of the door and said with a smile. jumped in, there was no beautiful and gorgeous clothing decoration, and it couldn't cover her cute and delicate face, slightly developed body, and girlish atmosphere. This is Xiaoyao's sister, Xiaoxiao.

"Alright, let's eat." The man said in a gentle and calm voice.

A few simple vegetarian dishes on the table, light as water. This kind of life, their family of four has become accustomed to it, the hard life has made the family emaciated, but it has not affected the growth of Xiaoyao Xiaoxiao, fifteen-year-old Xiaoyao is already one meter seven tall, and her sister is only half a head shorter.

Xiaoyao still remembers the treatment of his family when he was five years old. In and out of the main gate of Xiao's house, the servants served. Wearing luxurious silk, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas. It's just because of his own cultivation that he plummeted. After eating a little casually, he decided to go out to cultivate, because it was the hope of the family.

"Brother is going to the back mountain to practice again?" said Xiaoxiao Shui Ling's big eyes as he looked at Xiao Yao.

"Hmm. ”

"Brother, come on. You can do it. The smiling tone was full of blessings to his brother.

Xiaoyao stretched out his hand and touched Xiaoxiao's head, and said to his parents, "Daddy, I'm going to cultivate." ”

They didn't speak, they nodded. watched Xiaoyao's figure slowly walk out. His father, Xiaojing, was a little sad, and his son's amazing talent when he was five years old made him overjoyed. But God is not beautiful, as a father, he has not become a great Lingyuan Master, and he doesn't want to force his children, he only complains that the sky shouldn't tease him like this.

"Do you think Yao'er will be the legendary Blood Crystal Spirit Yuan?" the mother saw Xianggong's thoughts and said questioningly.

"That's just a legend, who knows." Xiaojing said calmly, no one knows what this legend is about. Legend has it that every 10,000 years, there will be a Lingyuan Master of Blood Crystal Lingyuan, who will unify the Four Domains and become the master of heaven and earth, and the Four Domains are the east, west, north and south, and the Four Directions God Domain.

"Then why did Yao'er's cultivation plummet?" the mother was puzzled, she felt that something must have happened, and this legend was the only explanation.

"According to legend, the blood crystal spirit yuan is like blood, even if you see the spirit yuan in the bowl when you gather in the spirit realm, you will be the dragon among people, but it is not said that the cultivation will decrease. Xiaojing was also a little difficult to figure out, and he didn't know why his son's cultivation had dissipated.

Watching her parents talk with a smile and a puzzle, she didn't understand at all, and continued to eat without any worries.

"If that person is still around, maybe Yao'er still has hope to go on another path. It's a pity...... Ay. Xiaojing said helplessly, and sighed halfway through.

"Are you talking about that Master Luo Yezi of the Divine Feather Sect?" Mother Deng Lianzhu's eyes lit up and she hurriedly asked. She saw that her son was cultivating every day, but his realm was getting lower and lower, and she just wanted to find a way for him.

"Alas, alas. I heard that he suddenly died in the Divine Feather Sect ten years ago, and apart from him, there were no other powerful beast talisman masters at all. Xiaojing nodded and said. Deng Lianzhu also sighed repeatedly, frowning for her son's future.

The Beast Talisman is another powerful martial art that uses the mind to carve a beast on a spirit rune and summon it to help the Beast Talisman in battle, while also requiring a powerful mind to control it. And the powerful beast talisman master can even summon divine beasts, heavenly spirit beasts.

Xiaoyao walked alone to the back mountain, and there was a stream in the middle of the mountain peak. They continued to pour into a pond, and he walked to the grass and sat down slowly, glancing around.

As usual, a white-haired old man was sitting in the distance fishing. Behind him was a thatched hut, where the old man lived. Xiao Yao didn't know him, but remembered that when he was six years old, due to the ridicule of his peers in the clan, when he came here to practice alone, he was already the master of this place.

Xiaoyao didn't care about him, and cultivated his own as usual. Closing his eyes and concentrating on his body, a stream of aura surrounded him, and slowly the aura became weaker and weaker, but after a few minutes, the aura had disappeared. Xiao Yao didn't have a good breath, this situation was already commonplace, and he continued to try to try to integrate the condensed aura into himself.

The white-haired old man glanced at Xiao Yao, and when he saw his appearance as if he was one with nature, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile. Then he shook his head and said to himself: "Breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly, the time has not come." ”