At the end of the stairs, there was darkness and a strange smell.

"If you can't stand it, go up. The old man looked back and saw Yuan Chen pinching his nose, as if he might lose his breath at any moment, "This is not the place you should be. ”

"No, I can. "Yuanchen opened his mouth, and at least a dozen strange smells drilled into Yuanchen's mouth.

"Vomit~" Even if Yuan Chendang vomited, those dozens of unpleasant smells were too tormenting.

At this moment, a token flashed with a blue light, and Yuan Chen suddenly felt as if the smell around him had been diluted and became less pungent.

"I can do it, grandpa let's go. "The source dust stepped on it first, but unexpectedly, it was wet under his feet, and a viscous feeling arose.

Yuan Chen looked at it at the moment, only to see that in the darkness, the strange smell in the surrounding space was all coming from his feet.

Yuanchen retched for a while, only feeling a toss in his stomach, but Yuanchen gritted his teeth and persevered.

"I must become stronger!" Yuan Chen's eyes were clear but deep, "Go out and find her, ask clearly!"

Yuanchen's last sentence was very low, almost inaudible.

The old man lit a torch and stuck it in the recess of the wall, and the entire underground space was illuminated.

Source dust was already short, and now it looks even shorter.

In the center of the underground space, there is a huge bronze tripod, which is already mottled and full of cracks.

All around, there are small black clay pots everywhere, and at a cursory glance, there are tens of thousands.

The old man lit a fire and burned the liquid in the bronze tripod until it was boiling hot.

"Let's get in. ”

Yuan Chen's cleverness shuddered, and after a moment of adjustment, he immediately flipped into the giant tripod with a strong step.

The hot liquid was bubbling, and the source dust had already turned red.

At this moment, the old man of the wrath detained the nearest hundred small black clay pots above the bronze tripod.

"Click!"

A hundred poisonous insects rushed out and fell into the bronze tripod, and then they all climbed onto Yuanchen's body, trying to break free, of course, their various poisons also acted on Yuanchen's body.

A huge dome lid was pressed down, and the source dust and a hundred poisonous insects were all locked inside.

The old man shook his hand and looked up at the remaining small black crockpot.

Unexpectedly, one day, he began this kind of miserable experiment again.

The first time he succeeded, that person went from a waste to an existence that could dominate almost the entire Origin Continent, and now, he began to experiment again, not knowing if the source dust would survive to the end.

Yuan Chen, with a hundred poisonous insects tied to the ground, rushed to the bottom of the bronze tripod, where the temperature was high enough.

"I'll burn you to death!"

The poisonous weapons of a hundred poisonous insects have been pierced in Yuanchen's body, and Yuanchen has gradually become numb, and his body has gradually lost consciousness.

"Are you going to die?"

The black eyes were scattered, and Yuan Chen seemed to see a woman in blue.

"Ordinary is your process, death is your destination. ”

The woman in blue said and directly grabbed Yuan Chen's neck, Yuan Chen woke up and found that he had begun to adapt to this temperature, and a hundred toxins in Yuan Chen's body, after the baptism of high temperature, seemed to have reached a balance.

After the source dust was released, I didn't know how to get back to the small wooden house.

Living alone was decided by Yuan Chen after he was one year old, and he needed a space of his own to vent his frustrations.

But today he was so tired that he fell asleep in bed.

On his face, a dark purple patch appeared, covering one-twentieth of his face, like a speck.

Yuanchen got up early to wash his face and didn't pay attention, he just felt that his brain seemed to be a little dull, and he had a flurry of chickens and dogs jumping in the morning, which made this dissatisfied and that unhappy, but Yuanchen, who has always been ghostly, was constantly arrested in the morning.

In the afternoon, I went to the underground space and started a new round of torture.

Different decoctions, different poisonous insects, the same pain, the same process.

A hundred days slipped away quietly, 10,000 different kinds of poisonous insects, 10,000 kinds of deadly poison.

When Xiao Buyuan Dust crawled out of the bronze tripod, there was no more complete skin on his body.

Yuan Chen stiffened and followed his original route to return to the small wooden house, but was stopped by the old man of the wraith.

"Wrap this up. ”

Yuanchen took the white silk in a daze, and wrapped himself from head to toe in a strong knot.

"Do you want to continue?" Looking at the stiffness of Yuan Chenmu Ne's departure, the old man of the wrath had doubts for the first time, "Is it right for me to do this?" ”

More than 200 days have passed, and Yuanchen is three years old.

In the underground space, there was a loud bang, and the bronze tripod was completely shattered.

A small figure covered in bandages crawled out of it and rushed towards the old man of the Spirit, the speed was comparable to the speed of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Two white tiger teeth were exposed, and they bit frantically towards the old man's neck, as if saliva was dripping and falling on the old man's clothes, and the clothes were corroded immediately.

With a flick of the old man's flick, Yuan Chen's body was suspended in the sky.

Even so, Yuanchen still grabbed in the air like crazy, and the long dark purple nails made Yuanchen's whole person look demonic, and the air seemed to turn purple under Yuanchen's random grasping.

"I've succeeded!"

The old man of the wrath looked up to the sky and laughed, and he pointed it out, pointing at the center of Yuanchen's eyebrows.

Yuan Chen's originally crazy dark purple eyes were clear in an instant, and at the same time, a stick of incense was lit in the distance.

"Listen to Yuanchen, you only have time for a pillar of incense. The old man of the spirit spoke eagerly, "I passed on a set of exercises to you, and I have memorized it." ”

"It's called the Funeral Charm Spell. ”

"There is no need to look back before the funeral, how to talk about reincarnation in the spiritual tomb; immortals are immortal and independent for eternity, and the common people are peaceful for eternity. ”

"Noted down. Yuanchen jotted down the spell, "I'll start practicing now." ”

As he spoke, he crossed his knees and entered a meditative state.

A stick of incense burned slowly, and the old man of the ghost spirit was indescribably nervous, and he only now realized that Yuan Chen was just a child, just three years old this year.

You can wait until you're a little older to start.

The old man sighed slowly: "I'm still too eager for quick success, if I fail, I can only ...... it myself."

"Pak~"

A stick of incense burned out, the source dust still did not wake up, and the entire underground space was quiet and could be smelled of falling needles.

The old man slowly turned his back with one hand, and a cold blue flame condensed in his palm.

The torch burned to the end, and darkness came rushing in, extinguishing the red fire, but lighting the blue fire.

The churning darkness was like an untamable tsundere mustang, frantically washing over the bandaged boy.

Yuan Chen opened his eyes, but his pupils had turned vertical, like a cold snake locking onto its prey.

The two are very close to each other, but they seem to be separated by a dark river, and it is difficult to meet again.

"Grandpa?" a strange voice came out of Yuan Chen's mouth, as if mocking, as if sarcasm.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand behind his back, and a blue fireball was so bright and so tempting.

The sudden strong light illuminated the old man of the wraith, illuminated the eyes of Yuan Chen, and illuminated the entire underground space.

"Xiaochen, do you think this fire is pure?"