The wind rises at sunset, and the lonely geese chirp.

The quiet suburbs of slaughter, the endless barren mountains and mountains. In a small deserted village in the south outside Xuncheng, smoke wafted out of the blackened chimney.

In a simple mud hut at the entrance of the village, a woman in her thirties was preparing dinner. His sallow face was covered with gloom.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......" Hearing the sound, he saw a five or six-year-old boy lying on the wooden board in the room, indirectly muttering in pain.

After a while, the boy's face was covered with beads of sweat as big as mung beans, and he kept shaking his body, and the situation was very bad.

The child's mother quickly put down her work and ran out of the door anxiously, and a moment later she brought a man over half a hundred years old.

"child, Ling Lang's pulse is stable, his breathing is normal, and he can't find any symptoms, even if you ask me to come and see him a hundred times, I can't figure out any way." This man is the only healer in the village, and he only knows some pulse-cutting and superficial medical skills, he shook his head and said helplessly.

The child's mother refused to give up, knelt down, and kept crying and kowtowing to the man.

Seeing the woman like this, he couldn't bear it, and went to the boy's bed, wanting to stretch out his hand again to take his pulse.

At this moment, a powerful force appeared in the boy's body, and a ghost mask suddenly appeared in his mind, and his body was also blown away by the earthquake for no reason.

The man was so frightened that he crawled and fled, shouting, "Monster!

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The dark ruined Emperor's mound, countless souls are suspended there, how glorious they were when the previous soldiers were not destroyed, but now they are ruthlessly discarded in this dark place, and in the future they will live forever in their broken bodies, not seeing the light of day.

Unexpectedly, just today, they made a crazy decision - to take this piece of Emperor Weapon Mausoleum to find a suitable new master to assist him in cultivating and realizing his self-worth.

And it just so happened that this good thing was touched by this boy, and the emperor's tomb at this moment was in the boy's body. And all the conversations that follow are soul-to-soul conversations!

"If I promise you, can I make my mother live a good life?"

"Of course, you'll become the best in the world. As long as you are willing to inherit the Emperor's Tomb and inherit the will of our broken soldiers. ”

"Okay, I promise you, but I'm still young and don't know how to inherit it?"

"Don't worry, it's on us! Brothers, this doll has promised us, and it won't be gathered yet!"

The countless broken weapon souls began to gather into a basketball-sized soul body, and then the soul body turned into a soul mark and attached to the boy's divine soul.

The boy glanced around, and the previously endless darkness dissipated, and his mouth opened slightly, looking at the next scene in disbelief:

First there was a bright light, then a vast meadow, and finally a steaming mist began to spread, and the scene was pleasant.

"Congratulations master, you have inherited the Imperial Weapon Mausoleum, and I am the head of thousands of souls. Please give the master a name. "There is a soul that comes out of the soul seal.

"It's so easy to see that you look like a scythe that cuts pig food. Let's call it a small sickle. ”

"Thank you for the name, by the way, your soul can't stay in this Imperial Tomb for too long. Let the scythe send you out. ”

"Okay. Otherwise, my mother would have been worried about death when she saw that I couldn't wake up. ”

The scythe soul was bubbling with black soul power, and in the blink of an eye, it carried the boy's soul out of the mist field.

The boy's spirit returned to its place, and soon after it opened his eyes, and his trembling body returned to calm.

The mother, who was on the verge of despair, was overjoyed when she saw the boy wake up, hugged the child tightly, and said, "Traces, my traces." You're scared to death. It's okay, it's okay......"

The boy's name is Ning Zhen, who originally lived in the imperial capital with his mother, but the new emperor of the imperial capital ascended the throne and issued a new decree: those who cultivate the fifth level of talent and are not children of big families, the family will move to various villages. And Ning Zhen is a fifth-level ordinary, which is equivalent to a waste wood.

"Master, wait for you to recuperate for a few days. I will bring my brother to help you cultivate. Master, don't forget to help us find a suitable soul carrier. ”

Xiao Jia's voice appeared in his mind, Ning Zhen was stunned for a moment, a fine light flashed in his dark eyes, he was no longer the stunned Ning Zhen he used to be, with the inheritance of the emperor's tomb, his mind has also been greatly improved, and he probably has the mind of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Got it. Ning Jian said in his mind.

His mother covered him with a quilt and hurried to prepare the meal with a smile on her face.

In the poor countryside, there is nothing good to eat, the meal is very simple, just a bowl of sweet potato porridge.

His mother helped him to his feet and helped him change into a clean linen shirt. Bring a bowl of rice and feed him personally.

The sweet potato porridge was sweet and greasy, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Ning Jian held back her tears, not daring to look at her mother, for fear that she would be worried again, so she ate a bowl quietly.

Ning Zhen could clearly recall the prosperous appearance of the imperial capital a few years ago, and a wave of anger couldn't help but rise in his heart, which could not be calmed down for a long time. He decided to become the most powerful spiritual master and keep his mother fed and clothed.

In this world, cultivators cultivate to become spirit masters, and spirit masters can control the spiritual power of heaven and earth, improve their physical strength, and become the top existence in the world.

The lowest cultivation realm of a spirit master is the spirit realm, and a person's body has nine spirit fetuses, and each time they open up one, their strength will increase a lot.

A fifth-level ordinary person may not be able to open up a spiritual fetus after ten years of cultivation, and this is the sad place.

Ning Zhen rested for a night, and early the next morning, he twisted his round ass and cautiously came to the open space at the entrance of the village, because today he was going to do something that ordinary people of the fifth level did not dare to imagine-Soul Clearing!

"Master, there is a soul mark condensed by countless souls in your soul, and you can control your soul power to activate the soul seal and summon different soul powers. With your current soul power, you can only summon a small scythe. Master, you feel my soul power. ”

Ning Jian sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate in style. Feel the power of the scythe.

Soon he sensed a cluster of pulsating sickle-shaped souls in his soul, conveying its thoughts.

This is the little sickle?

Xiao Scythe also noticed that Ning Zhen's soul was hooking, and the beating became more and more violent. "Master, you can control your soul power and enter my soul body. ”

Ning Jian did so, and sure enough, as soon as his soul power entered the soul body of the little sickle, his soul power was greatly strengthened in an instant, and he also inherited the cold attribute of the soul power of the little sickle.

He wants to use the soul power to open up the spirit fetus, which is a unique method of opening up.

After his soul power was strengthened, Ning Jian used his soul power to explore the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

No...... No...... Or not!

Ning Zhen did not give up, and continued to comprehend the heaven and earth, he was still young, and his talent was average, if he succeeded easily, he would not have caused his mother to be driven here to live.

Until noon, although he did not feel the spiritual power of heaven and earth in heaven and earth, he felt a trace of special power as thin as silk.

"Master, this is Xuan Li! Xuan Li, which is rarer than spiritual power. Quickly control it into your body and condense and open up the spirit fetus. The little sickle's soul body trembled, and he reminded excitedly.

Ning Zhen didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly wrapped the Xuan Li with his soul power and absorbed it into his body, gathering in the dantian, forming a yellowish Xuan Li millet grain.

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"Look, isn't that a little bit? What is he doing?"

A seven or eight-year-old little chubby dun was carrying a small hoe and planning to go to the field, but he saw Ning Ji outside the village.

Chubby Dun was followed by two boys and a girl. The ages are basically the same.

The girl with the pigtails exclaimed, "Looking at this posture, it seems to be meditating and cultivating!"

At this time, a skinny boy covered his mouth, "Without a powerful soul refining technique, you can't comprehend the spiritual power of heaven and earth." ”

"Yes, we are all children abandoned by the imperial capital. It's because the soul cultivation is not good, and you can't feel the spiritual power of heaven and earth. was also crowned with a fifth-level ordinary humiliation, hateful. ”

The little fat man exclaimed softly: "Everyone, look at the light in the center of Xiao Budian's eyebrows." ”

The other three shifted their gaze to Ning Ji's delicate eyebrows. Sure enough, as Little Fat Dun said, there was a faint yellow circle on Ning Zhen's eyebrows.

This is a sign that the Xuan Force is resisting, and it will be extremely difficult for a gifted person to use his soul power to hook the spiritual power of heaven and earth and condense the spirit fetus. What's more, if you want to suppress the Xuan power, don't look at it as just a rice grain as big as a grain of energy, it is enough to be comparable to the spiritual power of half a spirit fetus. For ordinary people, the spiritual power of half a spirit fetus is average, and it is not enough to worry about, but for ordinary children who are only five years old, it is extremely difficult.

Ning Jian is not discouraged, his soul power has been blessed by the soul power, and he has already made a qualitative leap, as long as he persists for a while, he can successfully open up a small spirit fetus.

Time passed little by little, until after a stick of incense, the rice-grain-like Xuanli finally gave up resistance, shrunk sharply, and formed a small point of light, which rotated quietly and harmoniously, and the force condensed the spirit fetus successfully!

After being nervous for so long and persisting for so long, as soon as the nerves in his body relaxed, Ning Zhen fainted directly to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

"Xiao Budian fainted! Hurry up, Niuniu went to inform Aunt Zhou. I'll call the village chief. Seeing this, Xiao Fat Dun ordered a few words to hurry back to the village and call the man who was called Ning Zhen Monster before.

And the girl in the mouth of the little fat man also went back to the village to inform Ning Zhen's mother, Zhou Yan.

The other two children, Wang Yi and Yuan Hua, took off their clothes and covered Ning Zhen's body with a bare upper body, fearing that Ning Zhen would catch a cold.

These children are not very old, but they are very kind, but they are generally gifted and bullied.