The scorching sun was in the sky, but the fog in the forest showed no sign of dissipating, and the endless mist swallowed the mountains and trees, wrapped in the roar of fierce beasts, and pressed towards a seemingly inconspicuous stone city.

However, it was as if there was a chasm that divided the stone city from the outside world. Inside the city, there is a lot of people and traffic, and outside the city, there is a lot of fog, danger and strangeness.

This city is called the black ruins, and there are many families in the city, one of which is the Luo family.

At this time, among the craggy and strange rocks in the mountain behind Luojia, a stream of spring water bubbled out and merged into a small pool the size of the wellhead, and from time to time a wisp of spiritual energy overflowed from the blooming blister.

"Ah~"

A heart-rending roar burst out of the pool, like a cry of torture, echoing through the valley.

Not far away, after hearing this shout, everyone showed their complicated expressions, or pity, or indifference, or disdain, and some people rubbed their palms, and their eyes showed greed.

A thin boy struggled to crawl out of the pool, and the green tendons under his wet thin shirt burst out, and blood continued to overflow from his mouth, which looked terrifying......

"Young master, tomorrow is the clan sacrifice. A rickety old man appeared behind the young man, a light mist rising from his tired eyes, revealing indescribable sadness.

"I know. The young man's lips were tight, and his immature face carried the vicissitudes and loneliness that did not match his age.

"Let's go. Just these two words, but it seems to exhaust the strength of the young man's whole body......

The rickety old man looked at the back of the young man walking out silently, his slightly stiff eyes moved suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but he shook his head and said nothing.

Outside the Lingquan, everyone was already talking, and several young men in brocade clothes were even more unscrupulous and loud, and their words were full of sarcasm.

"Don't guess, it's definitely failed again..."

"Lingquan is for this waste, it's a fucking waste, if it were given to us, maybe it would have broken through a long time ago..."

"Who said it wasn't, is this really the son of the patriarch, won't it be ......"

The young man who was about to go out inevitably heard this heart-wrenching discussion, his steps were slammed, his heart was as if he had been slashed by a sharp blade, and a wave of pain struck, far more intense than the aura poured into his body just now.

"Father, mother, it's been five years, where have you been?

"Luo Chen, you failed again, don't participate in tomorrow's clan sacrifice. The crowd automatically parted ways, and an old man in a purple robe walked out slowly, with a majesty that could not be objected to.

"Great Elder, the clan sacrifice has always been presided over by the patriarch, and if the patriarch is not there, it should also be presided over by the young master, how can there be a reason why the young master does not participate. Without waiting for Luo Chen to respond, the rickety old man questioned hoarsely.

"Lu Jin, you're just a subordinate, don't be ignorant of humility, step back for me!" the Great Elder shouted.

"There is a qualification test before the clan sacrifice. The cold gaze fell on Luo Chen, and the Great Elder said in a deep voice, "After so many years, haven't you lost enough face?"

Luo Chen didn't make a sound for a long time, his lowered head was raised slightly, and he swept the indifferent faces of everyone in front of him, when their parents were there, they dared to look at themselves with such an expression, and they dared to talk to themselves in such a tone.

On weekdays, all kinds of deductions are just enough, but today, the Great Elder actually led everyone here to watch him laugh, this kind of bullying is simply very loud.

"Luo Chen, you still don't want to humiliate yourself, seeing you waste, the coffin board of the ancestor can't be suppressed......"

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, and a young man in a fancy costume walked in front of Luo Chen like a star holding the moon, surrounded by a group of teenagers of the same age.

Luo Chen glanced at the young man in front of him, tall and handsome, if it weren't for the thin lips, he could be described as a perfect skin, this was the grandson of the Great Elder, Luo Jian, relying on the Great Elder's pampering and good cultivation talent, he could be described as arrogant and domineering in the family.

"Do you still dare to stare at me? Do you think you are still the high-ranking young master? Without your parents, you are nothing!" Luo Jian looked grim and pointed at Luo Chen.

Luo Chen's body trembled slightly, and his tightly closed lips were bitten by his teeth because of the extreme suppression.

As the son of the patriarch, it is an indisputable fact that he cannot cultivate, but if he escapes and retreats because of this, he will fall into the prestige of his parents, and even if his parents come back, how can he see each other.

Licking the blood from his lips, Luo Chen's eyes were cold, and he said:

"Do you think that failure is a shame, isn't it a shame to fall into a well, and it is not a shame to fight with people? You all dare to go, why don't I go!"

Colliding head-on with Luo Chen's gaze, Luo Jian breathed a breath and leaned back slightly, as if an invisible wave of qi was coming.

The Great Elder's face was even more gloomy, and a trace of anger crossed his eyes.

The crowd was also speechless for a while, and there was no sound.

The rickety old man meandered down two lines of turbid tears, and muttered: "Stubborn boy......"

............

The moonlight is like a waterfall, and the shadows of the trees are shaking.

Before the night was deep, the Luo family was brightly lit and full of people, and everyone was preparing for tomorrow's family sacrifice.

In stark contrast to this magnificence, a courtyard was silent, and only the rattling of window paper could be heard.

It can be seen from the mottled cracks on the wall that it has not been repaired for a long time, and this is where Luo Chen lives.

Under the dim candle flame, Luo Chen closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and between the breaths, there was an aura slowly entering his body.

Inside the body, the aura gathers more and more, but it becomes uncontrollably disordered.

The unbearable pain spread in his body, and Luo Chen fell to the edge of the bed, blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Grass, still not good!"

In this world, if you want to cultivate Reiki, you must introduce Qi into your body and turn Qi into liquid, which is Lingxi.

The spiritual aperture is the transformation place of the spiritual stream, but its interior is separated by ten layers of barriers, and only by breaking the barriers can the spiritual stream be strengthened and the physical body refined.

The worst of the Luo family can also break a barrier and form a weak spiritual stream to nourish flesh and blood, muscles and bones.

And Luo Chen, the young master of the Luo family, has not even broken a barrier in the past fifteen years.

"Unwilling!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

Luo Chen was born into this world with the memories of his past life.

In his previous life, Luo Chen's dream was to be promoted and raised, to become a general manager, to be a CEO, to marry Bai Fumei, and to reach the pinnacle of life! The reality is very cruel, Luo Chen gets up early and works in the dark, but the promotion and salary increase are those related households who are sloppy and patter, and the girl who goes on a blind date also disdains this poor boy like him.

In this life, Luo Chen secretly made up his mind that he must live a famous life.

Here is the strength of the respect, the strong can decide a person's life and death, and even decide the honor and fate of a family, the city is full of wonderful, moving legends of the strong. In short, becoming a strong man is the dream of all teenagers and even adults here.

To be strong, you must first become a spiritual being. Opening the spiritual aperture, gathering the spiritual sea, and generating spiritual power are the spiritual ones, which are the beginning of the strong.

Countless teenagers practice day and night, just to turn into a dragon for a day, and the loser is reduced to an ant mortal, and the legend of the strong man in this world has nothing to do with him anymore.

Getting rid of all kinds of emotions, Luo Chen closed his eyes and crossed his knees again, although every time the aura was disturbed, it would cause great pain, but Luo Chen still absorbed the aura over and over again, and this scene had lasted for fifteen years......

A miracle may happen in the next moment...