Hades country, eastern border. Deserted Spring City, along the coast of the Baichun Sea Area.

Late at night.

A small wrecked ship floats on the sea, on which sits a masked man in black. There was a sack beside him, and if you looked closely at it with the help of the lamp, there was a human head hanging from the mouth of the sack, breathing with difficulty. There was a bloodstained spear beside the masked man, and this person was a guest from the Dream Palace in the barren Spring City military camp last night, the fifth-ranked killer of the second-generation disciples in the Hundred Clans Holy Palace, and his name was Prayer Tribulation.

On the quiet sea, there was a sudden impatient pursing of the lips.

"Dead or not. A woman's voice sounded coldly in the ears of the dying Sen Qian Registered Disciple.

The man in the sack moved slightly. The Prayer Daoist nodded.

Finally, after another quarter of an hour, she found what she was looking for. Not far away on the shore, a faint purple light appeared that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The Prayer Daoist was keenly aware of this, and without thinking, he picked up the sack on his back, and didn't care about the injuries of the named disciple, and flew towards the purple light. Just as she approached the purple light on the shore, a big wave hit, and then the figures of the two disappeared into the sea out of thin air.

......

"These brutes are really ruthless. ”

When the hapless named disciple opened his bloodstained eyes again. I was already in a secret room. The ceilings of the four corners of the chamber are hung with uncomfortable green candles, which are as intimidating as ghost fires.

And his limbs were tied to an iron bed with white strings. He tried to struggle, but the rope kept him from moving, hundreds of times more powerful than the rope.

And where the sound came from, the green fire could not shine, and it was pitch black. An inexplicable sense of fear came over me, far beyond the panic when I was caught in the iron cage yesterday. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the left and right sides—the wall on the left, blood-red in the light of the green fire, and only a longbow hung on it, unpretentious, and unrecognizable.

On the wall on the right, the entire wall is written in different characters. He couldn't read most of the words, but there were also lingua franca texts with several names written on them, and according to the interval between the words, the names of people should be written on this wall. Most of these names have been crossed.

Although he felt that she might have been sent by Master Sen Qian to rescue him when the woman knocked over the two guards. But now the situation is ...... It made him feel terribly uneasy and panicked.

"No one would have taken care of you. And now because of you, your guide has been expelled from the Dream Palace by Sen Qian. And I risked the leakage of the traces of the Dream Palace to save you, you listen first, it has nothing to do with Sen Qian. If you're just his registered disciple, heh, such a piece of waste, it's not worth my shot. ”

Her voice could be heard in the darkness in front of the left. There was also the cacophony of iron colliding.

"They have tortured your tongue. You won't be able to speak until the renovation is completed, and you won't have to bother to ask questions. Listen to me. Wait a while, it may hurt. After today, you will find that the little tricks of those barbarians yesterday are almost the same as tickling. ”

"Hmm!ahh before he came out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den. The scariest thing is that he has no idea what horrible things she wants to do!

"A lot of your fear comes from ignorance. Don't worry, I'll explain to you what I'm going to do slowly, and after you hear it, you may not be afraid anymore. Of course, this painful process can be long. ”

"Remember, you've been beheaded by the barbarians at this point. I was the one who saved your life, so you owe me my life now. I have the right to do what I want with your body. ”

In the darkness, a candle flame suddenly lit up. The candle flame surrounded the woman, and she gradually walked, and the light of the fire slowly moved forward with her body. The disciple saw clearly, she was holding a small hammer and a dagger with a unique shape in her hand. Still wearing a veil. In the other hand, he brought a small bottle and dropped a few drops of the liquid into his face. "Nan Kelu, you shouldn't be a stranger, don't worry, this is used to stabilize your divine sense. ”

"Ahh

Under the green fire, the ghost-like praying Taoist actually smashed his throat directly with a hammer!

However, the most terrifying thing is that his consciousness is so awake at this moment, and the pain is also unprecedentedly clear!

"The blood and turbidity of the whole body are released from here. Don't worry, even if it hurts again, you won't be able to scream. ”

"Calm down. I'll tell you how it all goes, so there's no need to be afraid. Listen to me......"

The Prayer Robbery Daoist first told the immobile and dead-faced disciple about his own experience, which had been his first encounter with his guide three months ago, and then came into contact with Sen Qian.

It turned out that before all this happened, he was just a teenager working as a farmer in Da Yadu. His parents sold him to a rich family for a long time to make a living for himself, and his status was low, but he had a very strange temper, sometimes docile as a sheep, and sometimes frighteningly irritable, which led to his few friends, and the rich businessman actually always wanted to take him anymore, but they were quite simple and never spoken.

When Sen Qian was widely looking for registered disciples in various parts of the Qinshan Kingdom, the informants he sent in various places had already noticed this young man, because he had a unique physique, but those informants couldn't see through the specific effects. It wasn't until three months ago that Mori made up his mind to give him a chance. Send a dream clan disciple he trusts to serve as his guide and try to get close to the boy.

At that time, the guide, as the son of a rich man, pretended to be drunk and went to his field to make trouble. The boy was furious and fought with him, and was beaten so that his nose and face were swollen, and the rich merchant did not dare to care, but after he was knocked to the ground, he continued to get up and rush to the guide. The guide laughed and pushed him down, threw two silver ingots to the ground, and told him to go back to the back mountain to find him in a few days.

You thought it was strange, but you listened to him and did it. But bring two firewood knives, I'm afraid he will harm you. ”

Once there, the boy automatically entered the dream created by the guide. There, like every named disciple that Sen Qian fancied, he was deeply impressed by the spells made by Sen Qian. Even if he has an unruly personality and an eccentric temper, he has to be tempted in the face of such an opportunity for a carp to jump over the dragon gate. After coming out of the dream, the guide said that he had bought him from the rich merchant with a lot of money, and then he had been cultivating with him in the back mountain. Until Shi Zun Sen has new instructions.

"You don't know how unique your constitution is. It stands to reason that it is impossible for a peasant boy with ordinary parents to have such a rare physique. When the guide took you to the third level of Qi Condensation, this kind of physique of yours was once again exposed. You didn't notice it yourself, but Sen Qian and he could see it clearly. ”

This kind of physique, in fact, is mainly reflected in the structure of bones. But the blood of an ordinary person is incompatible with the unique muscles and bones, so he has suppressed the explosion of his body for more than ten years, which is equivalent to adding a layer of seals. If this seal can be broken, his body will become almost invulnerable, and his divine consciousness will be protected within the barrier, and ordinary divine attacks will be ineffective against him. Although on the surface, the cultivation is only condensation, but even against the Shangzhu Foundation Cultivator, it will not be defeated so easily. The only side effect is that the offense is weak, which requires long-term professional cultivation to solve.

At this time, the registered disciple was about to pass out, but because of Nan Kelu's refreshing effect, after every breath, his divine consciousness was awake again. After the Prayer Daoist drove an iron nail into his kneecap, he said in a softer tone, "Don't be afraid, I'm squeezing out the blood from your body that is incompatible with your bones. Luckily, you weren't very old when we found you. Otherwise, with your physique, over time, a very small amount of blood in the blood vessels will gradually enter the inside of the bones, and if you are older, then my attack on your bones will be heavier, and the process of transformation will be more painful. ”

"Only when you suffer hardship can you become a superior person. Bear with it!"

"Let's get down to business. Because of your special physique, Sen Qian later planned not to treat you on the same level as other registered disciples. That's why, after ten days of taking you as an apprentice, he told you the secrets of the Dream Palace and the Long Night City. There are also deeds about the 'founder' Dream River. Dream River was the pioneer who escaped from the Long Night City with the pioneers and came to the Dream Clan's underground palace. One of the only dozen pioneers to survive the plague of ground worms two hundred years ago. This kind of physique of yours is said to have seen an upgraded version of it in Long Night City. ”

"That's a Dream Clan's power, and his own bloodline is much more unique than that of ordinary Dream Clansmen, so there is no such situation as you are now. Because Sen Qian knew this, he told Menghe about you. After discussing with him, Menghe decided to recruit you as the most promising disciple of our Dream Clan's dungeon, standing proudly above the other hundred clan disciples. You may wonder if you don't feel anything special about yourself right now. That's why, I'm transforming you like this right now, and it's a step you have to go through to get the Great Dao. I will transform you from the body of the human race to the body of the dream race, so that you can break the shackles of the mortal body and break the seal. At most, there will be an hour before you realize how much you have changed from yourself an hour ago. ”

"Spiritual transformation is a complex and difficult process. And it was once regarded as forbidden by us, because there are too few people who can withstand transformation and divine consciousness without perishing. Whether it is used for experiments by the human race, the demon race, or other hundred races, there is no one who is immortal. However, your physique inspires Mori Dive. But he also only said that there would be half the success rate. So, it's a gamble, a gamble with your life. If it doesn't work out. Prayer chopped off one of his toes, and the boy was expressionless. But he felt it, and the pain seemed to be numbing.

"If you don't, your consciousness will be gone. I trust you, though. The violent side of your personality is a perfect match for your physique. And it's what caused you to be captured by the Underworld's Defenders. Your guide was waiting for you outside, but after you were caught, he hurriedly passed it on to me. I got a general idea of the situation, and at first you had every chance to run, but because you couldn't control your temper, you fought with them endlessly, and eventually you were outnumbered. Personality is a thing that can turn you into a waste if you don't use it properly, but it can become a weapon if you use it properly. ”

Prayer had iron nails all over his legs, and the boy had no toes left. She walked back into the darkness, carrying a hollow wooden figure in one hand, almost identical to his. Holding a bottle in his other hand, he slowly poured the green liquid inside his body. The boy felt a tingling sensation all over his body. His upper body was already covered with knife wounds, and the wound was inserted with a catheter made of a unique material, but the pain was not so obvious, directing the blood inside into the wooden figure container.

At this moment, the boy's initial fear suddenly turned into a monstrous rage, and the broken vocal cords actually let out a dull angry shout. Prayer Tribulation glanced at him. This anger quickly calmed down again. Even in the midst of extreme pain, he listened to the words of the calamity. He didn't know if he could bear this painful gift from God, but he had come to this point, and there was obviously no way back, and besides, he had no choice. His only belief now is to live and gain stronger strength.

However, he found that this firm belief soon disappeared. With that, a deep tiredness. The pain is gone... It's like, I'm going to sleep......

"Be sober, sober me up! Don't do this, your consciousness will be wiped out!" Before the blood in the catheter could be drained, Qi Zheng immediately felt the blurring of the young man's consciousness. On his blood-stained face, the last shred of life seemed to be about to dissipate. Praying for a great hurry, he walked quickly back into the darkness, and the figure hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind. She quickly stepped out, a reddish soldering iron in her hand.

This is no ordinary steel after ordinary flame quenching. Iron is a rare poisonous iron produced in the underworld, which excites toxins when it sees blood, and flames, which are the real fire in the monk's body, are thousands of times stronger than ordinary flames. If this soldering iron is burned on the body, it will be countless times more powerful and painful than the kind of soldering iron in the prison camp of the Underworld Kingdom.

"Don't blame me for not being strong-willed. I can only try to wake you up in this way, before you have completely fallen asleep. Even if a toxin enters your body, it's better than just dying. I'm saving you!"

"Ahh

His mind was confused, and he was once again pulled back into the real world. The ghostly fires in the four corners changed into countless scenes in his eyes. He knew he wasn't dead, and that was the only thing he could think clearly. A terrifying imprint appeared on the left side of his face. Toxins that weren't lethal enough began to erode his body and would remain in him forever. The whole body is sour and numb. But at this time, he looked at the masked woman's eyes, but there was no anger.

Knowing that he had to hurry, the boy's vocal cords had been completely torn, but he let out a roar of divine consciousness, which meant that his divine consciousness had been in contact with the outside world, and a single mistake would disappear. "Don't worry, I won't feel it soon!"

The last pain came from a neck that was already shattered. Qi Zheng took a long knife from the shelf on the side, gritted his teeth, held the knife in both hands, and slashed it fiercely, completely separating his head from his body, and black blood flowed a puddle of black blood. She hurriedly picked up the poor young man's stumbled head and dipped it into the jar on the other side, which was full of the same green liquid as before.

As soon as she put his head down, she picked up his wounded body and loaded it into the wooden figure container in a seamless manner. Then he sat down cross-legged, and with a slight wave of his hand, the green flames in the four corners of the ceiling were immediately extinguished. In the complete darkness, only a glimmer of white light was beside her, flying towards the container.

She felt that as the spell progressed, the head of the young man in the jar was disfiguring and gradually floating, and the most obvious change was a faint green light on the wooden man's body, and a subtle sound that only the monk could hear.

This is the voice of rebirth. Pray silently and chant the mantra, thinking in my heart.

When the consciousness that had long since disappeared returned to his unfamiliar body, the boy opened his eyes.

He lay on an iron bed, but there was no rope to bind him. He rolled over, and somehow his current appearance appeared in front of him. His mouth opened wide in astonishment, and he didn't have the pain of tearing the base of his tongue before—it was a completely different shell. It doesn't seem to be fully healed. The flesh of the lower body, which is still blood-red, turns white at a rate visible to the naked eye. And his whole body is so white. The white one is even terrifying. The face is delicate, and the body of ** is full of muscles and extremely strong. Even the lifeblood below has actually become huge, but there is a tingling feeling on the body from time to time, which is quite uncomfortable. He sat up sharply, cleared his throat, and as if he hadn't spoken in years, he said tentatively, "Dao... Where's the Dao Chief?"

As soon as the words fell, the green fire on the ceiling lit up again, the illusion in front of him disappeared, and the voice of the Prayer Daoist sounded calmly, "This is your new shell, you have been reborn." ”

"Li Fugui, Qin Shanguo, and the hired farmer of the wealthy family of Zhang in Dayadu. In the early morning of October 10, he was beheaded by officers of Deserted Spring City for his identity as a spy. Now, you're a whole new person. Put on this new set of clothes and follow me to the Hundred Clans Holy Palace to meet Menghe. He will give you a new name, a new identity and status. ”

Prayer Robbery pushed open the iron door of the secret room and threw over a clean robe. The boy quickly put on it and followed her out.

"From now on, you can have a greater opportunity to vent your heart, follow me and Menghe, your character will become your biggest weapon, and your physique will become your most powerful capital. We, the Dream Clan, are your new home. ”

The boy didn't say a word and walked out of the secret room. The outside world was not what he imagined the dungeon to look like, there was a sky overhead, but it was blood-red, and it felt very close to him. Beside him was a small forest, and the Prayer Daoist stood in front of him, and behind him was a gate that radiated spiritual light. Prayer didn't look at him and walked in. The young man followed, and the two were directly teleported to the main hall of Menghe in the Hundred Clans Holy Palace.

There was no one in the temple. The enclosed interior is resplendent with a layer of gold plated on all the walls. But the décor is a bit monotonous. There is only a uniquely shaped platform in front of the main hall, and there is a beam of fire on the circular table, which has been burning. The surrounding ceiling and gilded walls are filled with paintings of different styles, ranging from landscape paintings to portraits. And the portraits of the characters in it are very delicately made, as if you are meeting a real person.

Prayer motioned for him to move lightly, and cautiously walked to the platform. In the middle of the main hall, the portrait in front of the platform depicts a young man on his side, with a forest of flowers in the background. At this time, the flames on the platform hissed and burned, and the person in the portrait suddenly moved, startling the boy. Qi Zheng bowed his head slightly and retreated to the back.

The handsome, even somewhat bewitching man, turned around and smiled slightly. The young man understood that this person should be the person he had come to visit, thought about it, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head.

"I am the Speaker of the Holy Palace, Dream River, in disguise. Grant you permission to enter my holy palace and become a member of the council. Give you the surname Huang as the surname of the dream clan, and give you a name with a single word. Enter my holy palace as a disciple, follow the cultivation of this second-generation disciple of the fifth stage of the Prayer Dao, and directly obey my dream river. ”

The boy only responded to his words. The person in the painting suddenly sighs and turns his back. The picture freezes.

"I can feel that the real storm is coming......"