Blood, killing, things that are bound to be repeated every time a war starts. Dazed, numb, and cold, this is the appearance of every fighting man after a long time of killing. Every battlefield is a struggle for life, and everyone is barely alive.

"When did I become so numb, how long has it been since I sank into the sea of knowledge, how long has it been since I thought about my future?" asked Chuanting to look up at the blue sky, his body was still on the camp ground by the two of them, the wound on his left abdomen that was pierced could no longer be controlled, and blood burst out, staining the ground red.

The lame man on the battlefield, accustomed to the knife in his left hand, where the person is, there will be a rain of blood. This is recognized by both sides of the battle, the members of the cannon fodder battalion expect to be in a group with him, but the soldiers on the coalition side are hiding in the direction where he is, on the battlefield, who will not spare their lives ?!

His presence affected the balance of the battlefield, and the alliance sent masters to besiege, yes, besiege, and five people mixed with ordinary soldiers to encircle and suppress him. In a battle, the members of the cannon fodder battalion who followed him were lost, and the five masters of the other side also fell under his sword, and the tragic fight caused him to suffer heavy injuries in the arm and pierce his abdomen.

The pain in his body woke him up from his loss. The numbness in the killing made him forget his own roots, skills are only a means to protect himself, not an end, and his own fundamental strength is powerful.

"If it weren't for the heavy injuries I suffered this time, I might still be immersed in the cultivation of my skills. Wen Chuanting curled up in the camp of the wounded soldiers that no one cared about, slowly mobilizing his qi and blood to relieve the pain of his body. After thinking about it, the mind opened up at the same time, the battlefield was always killing, life was being destroyed, blood was spilling, and the soul was wailing.

"Human life is the least valuable thing here. Ask Chuanting sighed helplessly. It has been a day and a night lying in the wounded barracks, and no one has come to visit during this time, and no team doctor has been sent to help the wounded and clean their wounds, and this place seems to be a forgotten corner. Also, here are the wounded soldiers of the cannon fodder battalion, not the regular soldiers of the Dawu Dynasty, this is the place where the royal family and the major tribes are cleared of threats, and the cannon fodder battalion is originally the object of purging, how can they care about the wounded of the cannon fodder battalion.

Pure, no one cared about it, and it also gave him time to cultivate, he sank into the depths of his heart and thought carefully. "Wailing souls, spurted blood, fallen corpses, endless killings, and vanished lives......" He thought, yes, he was inspired, he thought, these were resources available to help him move forward.

"It's a pity that the five aggregate gods and demons have lost their ...... Damn the Boneless Tribe!" asked Chuanting with a hateful curse in his heart.

Consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge, the vast three-life sea level was not rising, and the nine-turn glazed pagoda stood quietly in the center of the ocean, looking up, looking up and looking over the towering tower, where the true spirit was hidden by the four divisions, and the soul guarded the four directions.

The door of the first floor of the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda is open, and Wen Chuanting steps into it, the Sansheng Sea is like being thrown into a stone, the ripples echo, and countless silk threads hang down above, falling on the level of the Sansheng Sea, the ripples are as flat as if they have been smoothed, a figure appears, the blood vessels on the body are the slightest, the blood vessels are indignant, the qi and blood are gurgling, and the dense crowd is quietly cultivating, moving with the consciousness of Wen Chuanting, there are surging blood all around, some of the bodies are red, and some are skinny...... With the change of consciousness, the original form of the same body appeared in different forms, and even a misty gray mist appeared around some bodies, and everything was becoming different.

The two exercises in the Demon Martial Secrets, "Blood Demon Skill" and "Blood Devouring Technique", were decomposed and modified, and Wen Chuanting was trying to add the two blood-related exercises to it by modifying the Fighting Secrets. With such a huge amount of essence and blood swaying on the battlefield, watering the earth is just a storage of lush wild grass, so why not take advantage of it?

There is no concept of time in the sea of knowledge, there is no sunrise and sunset, with the modification of the exercises, the huge figure group on the sea level of Sansheng has changed, the skinny figure or reverse change, obesity abnormality, or continue to be thin, and finally turn into ashes, the surging qi and blood around the body are surging and disappear in the expansion of their own qi and blood, and they are more like a big devil in the smoke, and even the surrounding figures are devouring, and some of the bodies are red and ignited with raging flames...... There are many forms, and so on.

Wen Chuanting's consciousness was as immobile as a mountain, and as the figure decreased, the exercises slowly ran in. The secret of fighting is the backbone, and the branches appear one by one, which is an extension of the exercises, and it is also a separate method. If a single one is taken out, in this primitive world, it is a top-notch existence, but he is abandoning it, as long as it does not match the main line of the secret of the fight, it will be excluded, no matter how wonderful it is, no matter how powerful it is.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer figures, and the exercises became more and more perfect, except for those who carried visions and those that had an impact on the body. The main consciousness sitting in the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda opened its closed eyes at this time, waved its hand, and the ten figures on the sea level of Sansheng disappeared. Rows of fonts appeared on the wall of the Nine Turns Linglong Tower, as well as figures, there were just a few hundred words and long ones, and the figures configured when the figures were configured, and each set of exercises had graphic configurations, which were clear and clear.

Wen Chuanting was happy in his heart, not only did he successfully modify the exercises, but he was able to use the blood on the battlefield without wasting them, but he also deduced a method of using essence blood to repair the body. According to the deduction, as long as you practice this exercise, the broken body will slowly be completed. Rehabilitation of the hands and feet of the set is promising.

"It seems to have taken less than an hour. Ask Chuanting opened his eyes, the sky outside had been darkened, in the sea of knowledge, there was no concept of time, but it was not an hour that could be deduced, in the process of deduction, but it felt that the time of the previous year had passed.

Maybe it was the conscience that someone finally remembered the wounded of the cannon fodder battalion, and the two of them carried a big wooden barrel to bring rough food, and no one cared about the food, gobbling it up, and the small portion in each person's hand was quickly eaten, and they looked at the food in the bucket that had not yet been distributed.

"Get out of the way, and then rob Lao Tzu and kill you. "A man with his hands on the ground crawled towards the barrel, only to be kicked away by the soldiers who handed out the food. The soldier was not relieved of his hatred, and went up and kicked him twice. In a short time, someone rushed forward, the barrel was overturned, and the soldier drew the long knife at his waist and slashed at the nearest person.

The chaos came and went as fast as it came, ending with the wounded soldiers ambushing the corpses. There was not a single one in the camp of wounded soldiers, blood filled the air, blood moistened the earth, and mud made the earth. Wen Chuanting curled up in a corner, narrowly avoiding the slaughter. He was a survivor and an eyewitness to the massacre, bloody, cruel, and merciless, and once again struck his soul hard.