Fighting spirit world, the strong are respected, the weak are regarded as mustard, the monks can only get rid of the fate of death by constantly becoming stronger, and put their lives in their hands, legend has it that when they reach the realm of the fighting god, they can coexist with heaven and earth, heaven and earth are not destroyed, the body is not destroyed, only one hand reverses the sky, up to the nine heavens, down to the yellow spring, proud of all things.

The way of cultivation is to fight with the heavens, and to fight for the luck of the heavens to strengthen one's body, so it is not tolerated by the heavens, and after the cultivation reaches a certain level, it will rain down the heavenly calamity of suppression, and if the monks are not careful, they will destroy the gods and dissipate between heaven and earth. The path of cultivation is bumpy, and people in the last days are more yearning for the prosperous world, constantly improving their cultivation, hoping to restore the glory of antiquity.

The realm of cultivation is divided into sixteen major realms, namely Dou Disciple, Dou Shi, Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, Dou Soul, Dou Wang, Dou Ling, Dou Huang, Dou Zun, Dou Luo, Dou Zong, Dou Sheng, Dou Jun, Dou Di, Dou Shen, Title Dou Shen, each big realm is divided into nine small realms, and the small realm is divided into four stages: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, and the peak.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since the ancient battle of destroying the world, the heavens and the earth have changed, the qi of heaven and earth has begun to become thinner, and the advance speed of the monks has begun to slow down, and the generation is not as good as the generation, and they have entered the chaotic end times.

"Dai'er, send the young master out, when he cultivates to the realm of the Great Dou Master, you will reappear to meet him, if not, let him fend for himself!" A loud sound came from a high universe, and this sentence alone was accompanied by terrifying coercion, shattering a 10,000-foot sword peak where a yellow-clothed girl was located a million miles away, and the girl knelt on one knee and replied softly: "No." No one saw a line of tears left in the corners of the girl's eyes, who knew the pain and reluctance in the girl's heart.

...... In front of a dilapidated courtyard in Qingzhen of the Yunchuan Empire in the Tianyuan Continent, "Hahaha,----- who is this? My Li family's peerless genius, Li Hui? It's really ridiculous, why can't you even catch my move, weren't you crazy back then? Phew, waste, just now you still want to chase your cousin Xinrou, you are also worthy!"

"Big brother, ignore him, what is he? Now this patriarch's son is not as good as a house slave who guards the door, you can't afford to talk to him. "That's right, that's right, we can't kill this kid, it's still okay to fight, who called our Li Dashao the son of the patriarch!"

"What you kid said is right, your Uncle Li Shan, I don't remember the villain today, and let you go, as long as you kneel down and kowtow three times, I will let you go, how about your Uncle Li Shan, I am not very kind. Hahaha-" The big man who spoke stepped on Li Hui's back with one foot and sneered. The big man kept stepping on him, intent on venting something

The young man raised his head proudly, and his originally delicate face was even more blue and purple, but he didn't know where the backbone came from.

The big man then slapped his whip leg again, swept out Li Hui who fell to the ground, and the people around him also ravaged the young man mercilessly with a sneer, the young man was silent, just gritted his teeth fiercely, looked at these people, silently, and no one saw the trace of the emperor who dominated the world in his eyes.

It was dark and pressing, it looked very heavy and heavy, the wind blew up at some point, and the raindrops of beans fell drop by drop, and the strong man kicked a few feet fiercely, scolded two sentences and left, leaving the young man alone, lying motionless on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, "genius" , He is the genius of the Li family, who can compare to him, cultivating at the age of three, refining the body at the age of seven, fighting at the age of eight, fighting at the age of fifteen, the peak of the nine-star fighter, but he fell like a meteor overnight, and now he can still faintly feel that the fighting spirit he has just gathered is slowly dissipating, but he has no power to return to the sky, he can only watch the fighting spirit he has worked so hard to condense dissipate, that feeling of powerlessness, Li Hui never wants to experience it again in his life. The young man's fist was clenched tightly, and a fist slammed into the ground, and a trace of blood flowed from the fist, and he didn't care about it, just kept repeating the action, and a girl appeared in front of him, a light blue dress, and shouted behind him, "Brother Hui, come on, Rou'er likes you the most......" In the whole world, only the father and Xinrou's feelings for him remain unchanged, and the rest have long been either cold-eyed, or vicious, and have seen through the people in the world, the young man roared:" Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, if the sky wants to press me, I will go against the sky, I will break through the sky, Wu Lin Jiuxiao, whether it is the gods and Buddhas or the evil ghosts and rakshasas in my way, I will kill you one by one, in order to prove my way against the sky!"

However, in just two years, Li Hui, a seventeen-year-old boy, has experienced the ups and downs of life, from a genius admired by thousands of people to a waste that everyone can bully. Back then, the young and frivolous genius boy was no longer sharp, like a peerless sword hidden in the snow, just waiting to reappear, now there is only one opportunity left, but this opportunity has never appeared in the past two years, Li Hui is constantly searching, relying on his previous savings to buy high-grade pills, intending to reverse the situation, but countless elixirs can not slow down the speed of the flow of fighting spirit, but there is a feeling of speeding up, a small realm in one night, but a month The genius boy of the year has already passed away in history, and has become a down-and-out person who can be bullied by everyone, even the house slaves are too sloppy to follow him, and they have found their new masters, Li Hui can't even get the allowance in the family, the person who issued it to you is a waste of resources and sent him away, the original courtyard of the city, now the door is full of birds, it has long been deserted, no one cares, no one can imagine that the threshold of this courtyard has to be changed once a day, door-to-door gifts, people who propose relatives are like the tide that does not disperse, and the servants who want to see the other courtyard have to queue up for a month, and Li Hui's servants can be said to be the richest people in the Li family.

The rain was still falling, hitting the wound, hitting the young man's heart, and the young man's face was wet, I don't know what it was

Tears, or rain, "Xinrou, wait for me, I want to start all over again, sooner or later, sooner or later, I will protect you in my body."

After. In the woods not far away, a girl had tears in her eyes and whispered: "People are waiting for you, I love the most."

Brother Hui, that good brother with a big spirit, a stupid brother who doesn't understand a woman's mind. ”