After running for a long time, Zhuang Zhuang found a cave at a mountain peak on the side of the road, the entrance of this cave is covered by a dry branch, the entrance of the cave is not big, bending down to barely get in, a few shiny stones are shining with a faint essence, and the space inside is about three meters, enough to accommodate one person to live.

Zhuang Yan felt that before he had a certain strength, it was better to live in the wild, after all, he was a big goblin. It is not very safe to enter the Terrans alone.

Find a place to sit down, and solemnly begin to recall the contents of the Chiba Shenghua Determination Method.

The whole mind is based on the Hundred Flowers Totem on the solemn chest as the core, and apart from this, the other solemn ones can't understand what they are saying at all. What awakens the essence of the demon race, and the essence condenses the totem and the like.

Solemnly closed his eyes and tried to imagine the totem on his chest, the totem appeared in the sea of knowledge, when this totem appeared, he could feel that there were countless mysterious breaths surging from all directions to penetrate his body, gathering in the sea of knowledge, in the position of the most central stamen of the totem, a gray ball seemed to be breathing, a small gray ball trembled for a while, big and small.

If you carefully distinguish the aura that gathered, you can find that it is the essence of the demon clan emanating from every plant around it, entering from the entrance of the cave, and all of it is converging towards him through solemn cultivation. These demon essences were injected into the small gray ball, and it grew up by a point, and after a breath, he was like a deflated ball, and squirted out this essence, returning to its original size.

"You use your mind to control the essence of the demon clan, and start cultivating along the direction of the totem." After saying this, Dahua disappeared again and stopped talking.

Solemnly according to the description of the totem flower, try to control the gray ball with his own mind, Sure enough, the ball slowly moves along the lines of the totem with the solemn active control, and every breath, when he spits out the absorbed essence, he will leave a trace of demon essence on the totem, and the totem will become more condensed from its own ethereal.

It turns out that this is Chiba Shenghua Duel, this is cultivation! A Dharma decision is to describe such a simple cultivation process in obscure words? The people who created the magic recipe want to take revenge on society, right? If it weren't for the big flower reminder, who would have understood?

"You already have a totem, and your cultivation is a god-level heart decision, how can normal cultivation be so simple!"

Dahua actually saw through the solemn mind and said sharply.

"Beginner cultivators, you need to be familiar with the meridians all over your body, each Fa Jue has a different meridian cultivation route, and some also need auxiliary drugs and other treasures to succeed in cultivation, god-level cultivation is different, each cultivator can only cultivate God-level Fa Duel and promote to god level after comprehending the totem, you directly skipped the previous step, this is all the flesh and blood of all the clansmen, grasp the cultivation, preach the Tao as soon as possible, and fulfill the wishes of the clansmen is the right way!"

Solemnly pouted, it was really a totem, a combination of wills, and his head was full of wishes and wishes.

Zhuang Zheng couldn't help but think of the scene when he was at the altar of the demon clan. The sentence "The revival of the Yao nationality is everyone's responsibility." ”

Suddenly my heart became heavy.

It's impossible to feel it, after some tossing, he has changed from an unemployed young man to a demon saintess, and he has been thinking about it for a few days since he came out of the sea of fire, although he has nothing to do with the demon clan, but, born in this body, he received the favor of the entire demon tribe, he can't ignore their wishes, he has already decided at that time, he will go towards that goal, because, in the world of cultivation in this novel, The road that everyone walks must be a road that gradually becomes stronger, since they are destined to become strong, then, it is good to have such a small goal.

A smile appeared on the corner of his solemn mouth, and he began his first cultivation in his life.

With his cultivation, sure enough, his aura began to gradually dissipate, and even some people couldn't see it clearly, as if the whole person had disappeared, and he couldn't sense his existence.

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Above the ruins of Dawang Village, the space was distorted, and two men in pajamas appeared out of thin air from the sky.

These two people are the master Zhang Tiancheng and his new student Wang Qingshan.

Looking at the devastated Dawang Village, Wang Qingshan felt as if he had lost the ability to breathe, and the unbearable sadness pressed on his body like the sky collapsing, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't notice his master's gloomy face at all. Zhang Tiancheng unfolded his divine sense to scan the surroundings, the terrifying coercion had not yet dissipated, and he endured the fear in his heart and tried to find someone who might still survive.

This kind of coercion is even more terrifying for a cultivator like him than ordinary people, because he understands the meaning of this momentum better, it is a force that he can't resist at all, and he can't even raise the mind to resist, and in the face of this amount, he can't do anything. Fortunately, when I practiced in my early years, I learned this kind of law decision that was temporarily out of space, and I was able to escape my life today.

Looking back now, he still has lingering palpitations, Zhang Tiancheng wondered in his heart, how could all kinds of peerless powerhouses appear in such a poor and remote place? What's the point of him slaughtering such a small village?

These are all things that he can't understand, and before he can think about anything else, Wang Qingshan's cry next to him has already come.

"Sail! Sail! Son! ”

Wang Qingshan was wearing a new pajamas.

How can people in this small place have the habit of sleeping and wearing pajamas! This is given to him by the teacher today, he likes it very much, the baby is very much, he doesn't dare to turn over when he sleeps for fear of pressing out the folds, he has never seen this kind of good material.

Now Wang Qingshan still has the usual honest and resolute appearance, his eyes are red, he doesn't care about this new dress, he cries loudly and runs home.

"Son! Daddy is here! ”

Wang Qingshan fell to the ground, the white pajamas were torn out of scratches, and the junction was dripping with blood. He climbed quickly on the ground for two or three meters before he struggled to get back up, leaving a drag mark on the ground with every step he stepped out, as if his footsteps were so heavy that his strong body could not control it, and he fell on the road again after taking a few steps.

"Son! Ah~~~"

Obviously he had only shouted a few times, but it seemed as if he had been screaming for several hours, and his voice was so hoarse that it was impossible to hear what he was shouting.

Wang Qingshan felt as if his eyes had fallen into a salt pool, painful, unable to see clearly, and everything in front of him was blurry like another world. He knelt in front of the ruins, trembling and outstretching his hands.

Between the crumbling and broken bricks, a small swarthy hand stretched out its palm, struggling towards the sky, as if trying to grasp something, the scratches on the wrist and the rubble mixed with dirt and blood. Not far away, a tattered and damaged book was scattered there, and on the page was a man sitting on the ground and pointing to the sky, on which a large sun was drawn.

Wang Qingshan held that little hand, one palm could hold it completely, that little hand was amazingly cold, this coolness went down Wang Qingshan's palm to his heart, making him shiver. This is his son! As if he had suddenly come to his senses, he hurriedly began to dig people around his little hands, the hands that were used to rough work, but they were still not as hard as the bricks, and the blood on his fingers covered the already dried blood, even more red.

But there was no Wang Fan's thin body under the bricks and tiles, and his body was shattered as early as the moment he solemnly released the coercion.

“fan~~ fan~~~ fan~~~”

The trembling man couldn't cry anymore, and every time he gasped, he could only make an imperceptible sound, which made people feel distressed to listen to. Zhang Tiancheng stepped forward, hugged Wang Qingshan in his arms, and gently patted his back, his body was soft, like a stone that had been crushed into powder, and he was paralyzed in Zhang Tiancheng's arms.

The entire village of Dawang was shrouded in a dead air, surrounded by mountains, and the surrounding area was quiet, with the occasional birdsong ringing. The quiet and peaceful night of the past now makes people feel creepy and trembling.