"Hell on Earth" is a true portrayal of the eastern part of the Danyu now: the warriors of the Four Alliances and the major sects are constantly pouring into the eastern part of the Danyu, and they shuttle back and forth, and if they don't agree with each other, they will fight. Burning and looting are everywhere, but if there is the slightest suspicion, it will be slaughtered cleanly. The eastern and southern alliances even carried out dragnet searches, and everywhere they passed, not a single grass grew. The entire eastern part of the Danyu was full of mourning, and the earth was crying.

The chaos in the eastern part of the Dan Domain aroused the wrath of the bosses of the Central Alliance, and sent the First Legion of the Central Alliance to enter the Dan Domain and quickly rushed to the east, threatening that the martial artists above the Martial Emperor would destroy their sects if they attacked again, and ordered the martial artists of the Four Alliances to leave the Dan Domain immediately, otherwise they would be killed.

The armies of the Eastern and Southern Alliances, the Northern Alliance, the Western Alliance, and the martial artists above the Martial King of each sect withdrew like a tide after hearing this news, but there were still a large number of peak Martial Kings dormant down. The chaos in the eastern part of the Danyu quickly subsided, but there was an undercurrent.

After the Kongming Department of the First Army of the Chinese Alliance controlled the situation in the eastern part of the Danyu region, it immediately rushed directly to the armies of the Eastern and Southern Alliances......

Feng Ming woke up slowly, a burning pain came from his whole body, Feng Ming bit his lip tightly, and wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Looking around, I saw that it was dark and swarthy, and my body was hanging on a branch, swaying in the wind.

"Father, mother,......" Feng Ming groaned lowly, the pain in his heart and body made him faint again.

The noon sun shines through the leaves of the trees, dappled and quiet.

Feng Ming woke up again, only to see that the ground was full of broken branches, and the scene of yesterday's teleportation came back to his mind again: the high-speed friction between the void turbulence and the protective shield produced a large number of sparks, forming a huge fireball along the protective shield. The pressure formed around the shield is squeezed into the shield, causing the entire shield to twist and deform, and the energy of the entire shield is rapidly consumed. Even the protective shield formed by the two Martial Saints' burning essence blood was exhausted and shattered the moment they came out, and the residual void turbulence and spatial pressure immediately caused Feng Ming to suffer a heavy blow and pass out, while his body fell vertically from the air, fortunately, there happened to be a tall tree where he fell. The branches all over the ground indicate the danger of Feng Ming falling from a high altitude at that time, if it is directly smashed on the ground, there is only one result, that is, death.

The use of the teleportation talisman is instantaneous, which seems convenient, but it is extremely dangerous for the user, even if it is a martial saint powerhouse, he is worried about it. Moreover, the 10,000-mile teleportation charm is extremely expensive, and it is basically priceless. Otherwise, the army will still have to run away when it fights, and it will be solved by teleporting to the past.

Feng Ming took out the healing elixir from the storage ring and put it in his mouth, and after lying quietly on the tree for a while, he endured the pain and climbed down from the tree, disposing of the branches on the ground and erasing all traces. Later, he found a cave in a hidden place to continue his healing.

Ten days later, Feng Ming's physical wounds healed, but the wounds in his heart were haunted like a nightmare. Feng Ming dragged his heavy steps out of the cave.

Sunlight, trees, vines, artemisia grass, come into view. Feng Ming looked at all this in confusion, pain, loneliness, and Qingling wrapped him tightly. The wind blows, light and shadow sway, and the branches of the vines whip all around. The sound of rattling and crackling came to my ears and resounded in my heart. In an instant, everything was transforming, and the sound that came to the ears turned into a killing sound that shook the sky, light and shadow, vine branches and artemisia grass, all turned into ghosts, teeth and claws, the sun in the sky was blood-red and blood-red, and the sprinkling of light turned into blood rain, pouring down.

It was as if an invisible hand was grabbing his heart and pulling it hard, and it was as if thousands of needles were piercing his body at the same time. The pain flowed like an electric current through every inch of the body. His body trembled, then he slumped, curled up on the ground, spasmed, and convulsed.

Feng Ming's immature face was twisted and deformed by the great pain, and it looked hideous, his eyes flashed with a strange blood red, and his mouth roared like a beast,......

The sound of killing shook the sky, blood rained down, and the nightmare scene after scene kept flashing......

"Kill, kill, kill......" Feng Ming struggled to his feet, slapping around wildly.

Everything around was shattered, detribs and dust were rolling around, misty, and the debris and dust turned into shapes, many, many! grandfathers, fathers, mothers, elders, brothers, sisters, hundreds of millions of relatives in the sea of clouds.

The wind is blowing, and the debris and dust are drifting and scattering,......

"Don't go!" Feng Ming stretched out his immature hands, desperately grabbing, crumbs and dust sliding between his fingers. He can't catch it, he can't catch it.

"Don't go, don't go......" Feng Ming's voice whimpered, and the tear ducts were like open floodgates, and tears flowed out,......

"Come out!you come out!" Feng Ming roared and slapped his head. He hated the One Ring, and it was the One Ring that destroyed everything.

"You come out and pay back my father, mother, grandfather, relatives, and everything. ”

The sound of crackling was constant, accompanied by roars, tears and blood,......

With a bang, Feng Ming's body fell to the ground, and the crazy self-abuse made his body unable to bear it anymore and fell to the ground.

Feng Ming woke up slowly, but he didn't move, just lay quietly like that. The frenzied venting brought him back to his senses.

"Live, live......" The parents' plea echoed in their minds as they dissipated.

Life is difficult, and death is easy, he really wants to follow his parents, but between life and death, does he have a choice? No, he must live, for himself, for his parents, grandfather, for the hundreds of millions of souls in the sky in the sea of clouds.

Feng Ming got up, wiped away his tears and blood, and resolutely sneaked into the depths of the mountain.

It's very difficult to live, even if he is a peerless demon, even if he is very intelligent, he is only a great martial artist. In front of high-level martial artists, the great martial artist is just an ant. In this bloody martial arts world, when the martial artists all over the world are chasing and killing themselves, it is extremely slim to survive. But no matter how slim it is, he has to seek a ray of life in that vastness.

He couldn't make his realm break through quickly, but the strength of a martial artist was not limited to the realm. The killing of the line of life and death, the tempering of martial arts, the use of thaumaturgy, and the use of external factors can all make earth-shaking changes in their strength. He's going to metamorphose, using the bloodiest ways. He wants to make the Feng Ming in the greenhouse and the Feng Ming of the children of the wealthy family disappear and transform into another Feng Ming.

The mountains were the best place for him to train. There are many demon beasts here, and he can use those demon beasts to hone his survival ability and anti-killing ability.

In order to avoid being discovered by others, he walked day and night, and erased all traces of his past.

The great martial artist has been able to see at night through his divine sense, but the range is limited, so it is extremely dangerous to sneak in the depths of the mountains at night, and the jungle at night is the world of demon beasts, and many demon beasts like to come out at night to forage for food and rest during the day. And Feng Ming intends to use this to hone his survival skills and martial arts. He went out at night to look for demon beasts, or practiced the technique of breathing, or practiced the technique of concealment, or practiced walking like the wind and shadows, or fought with the demon beasts. During the day, they absorb the vitality in the Yuan Stone and improve their realm.

Feng Ming didn't know what this place was, but he still got deeper. In the distance, the roar of high-level demon beasts and the roar of fighting could be heard from time to time.

Feng Ming hid on a tall tree with a sigh of relief, and a third-order violent bear thirty meters away violently knocked down a small tree in front of it, and the heavy footsteps of the violent bear made the ground thump. Ten meters away from the tree, the Storm Bear fixed its eyes on Feng Ming's hiding place and immediately ran towards the tree, picking up his thick bear paw and slapping it towards the tree. Feng Ming stabbed his spear, and the gun silently sank into the heart of the violent bear, and then came out of his body. The body of the violent bear collapsed with a bang. Feng Ming quickly pounced on the wound of the violent bear and sucked the gushing blood, then cut off the flesh of the violent bear and swallowed it raw. The pungent smell of blood and the cruelty of swallowing raw meat challenged Feng Ming's taste buds and originally strong nerves, but the immersive bloodiness made his stomach tumble over, and then he hunched over and vomited. After vomiting, he pounced again, and then vomited again.......

Feng Ming's purpose is to temper his nerves and brutal killings through blood and cruelty. After that, Feng Ming cleaned up the battlefield, and then left quietly.

During the day, in a hidden resting place, Feng Ming fell into deep thought: why could the Storm Bear find his hiding place......?

Feng Ming recalled the subtle changes in the violent bear last night, bit by bit, and suddenly he remembered yesterday

The Night Storm bear has a few sniffs with its nose.

Feng Ming suddenly woke up: it is the smell, and everything in the world has its own taste. As far as trees are concerned, the camphor tree has the smell of the camphor tree, and the locust tree has the smell of the locust tree. Breath and concealment should be done if its shape, if its color, if its taste, in order to achieve real concealment. Feng Ming inadvertently touched the "Tao Law Nature".

For the next three months, Feng Ming refined his vitality during the day, and sneaked out of the rest place at night, using all things in the mountains and forests to practice the breathing technique and concealment technique. Due to the advantages of its full attributes, it has made rapid progress, and it has truly achieved its shape, color, and taste, even if the third-order demon beast is close at hand, it is difficult to detect the hidden wind inscription.

During this period, Feng Ming also killed a large number of third-order demon beasts, and the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger. This kind of hairy and blood-drinking days also made him as fierce as a demon beast, and the original graceful and elegant style was gone.

Two months later, Feng Ming broke into the middle stage of the Great Martial Division.

After that, Feng Ming infiltrated the area infested by fourth-order demon beasts. The fourth-order demon beast is equivalent to the great martial artist realm of the martial artist, compared with the same level, the martial arts of the demon beast are higher than the martial artists of the same realm, and the ferocity, bloodthirstiness, and rage of the demon beast make it more aggressive than the human martial artist.

The night sky is dotted with stars, and the evening breeze blows clearly. Feng Ming hid near a fourth-order Vajra ape, and the Vajra ape roared from time to time to defend its territory.

Feng Ming suddenly burst out and smashed a punch on the King Kong ape, the King Kong ape was hit on his back by a sudden punch and fell to the ground, and Feng Ming was also shocked and took a few steps back. The vajra ape quickly got up, raised his forehand like a ball of puffs and slammed it towards the wind, and where the palm passed, the sound was loud, and the palm wind formed a great oppression around him. Feng Ming was shocked, and hurriedly cast a shadow like the wind to avoid it. Then he played a dazzling family heirloom mastery storm punch, and the fist fell on the Vajra ape from time to time, making the Vajra ape more and more furious, and the Vajra ape slapped, tore, and pounced on Feng Ming. As soon as the attack touched Feng Ming, it made him drenched in blood and grinned in pain.

After fighting for a long time, the momentum of the Vajra Ape was still the same, but Feng Ming was already scarred, the true yuan was exhausted, and he was out of breath. Feng Ming had to use the wind to slip away with the shadow, and the Vajra Ape yelled at his figure again and again, as if to mock him for not being able to measure himself.

"His own punch is like tickling it, and its palm is about to jump up and dodge, this fight is really ****** aggrieved. Feng Ming muttered self-deprecatingly.

The family's storm fist, when unleashed, is indeed like a violent wind, which can tear apart everything and destroy the heavens and the earth, and it is a rare fist technique that is extremely imposing and destructive. But his own realm is still low, and it is difficult to exert his power.

Feng Ming recalled the playing style of the King Kong Ape, that is, the word "chaos", but the momentum and strength of moving forward won the deep meaning of "one force to ten meetings". Thinking of the so-called black tiger in the world's martial arts, the heart and double hammer piercing the ears, if you meet the King Kong ape, and put on that posture to dig out the heart and pierce the ears, it will be killed by a palm, and it will dig out the heart of a fart, and pierce the ears of a hair. Feng Ming became more and more rude, it was intentional, to change his past elegant style and the habits of the children of wealthy families, and everything was done spontaneously.

Feng Ming carefully pondered the essence of the family storm boxing, and his understanding of boxing became deeper and deeper, no matter how the boxing method changed, everything would not deviate from its origin: the momentum of the fist, the power of the fist, the speed of the fist, and the explosion of the fist.

The momentum of the fist - the momentum of the fist, go forward, the world is the only one, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

The power of the fist - the power of the fist, one force down ten times, no matter what bells and whistles you have, I will break it with one punch.

The speed of the fist - the speed of the fist, as fast as the wind, compressed in the fist, the message is like electricity, and it is instantaneous.

The explosion of the fist - the explosiveness generated by the use of the true element, which explodes in an instant, killing with one blow.

Thinking of this, Feng Ming felt a little regretful, he lacked a body refining technique, and the use of the true element in his body also lacked a better technique.

"In the future, we must find a way to find these exercises. Feng Ming muttered to himself.

In the end, Feng Ming removed the boxing method he thought of, and there were only three moves: straight punch, hook boxing, and swing boxing. Use these three simplest, most direct, and most brutal attacks to temper the four essences of boxing.

The reason why Feng Ming made such a choice is because of his identity, if he wants to live, he must abandon his family martial arts, otherwise, his family martial arts will become a symbol of his identity, and in the face of the pursuit of martial artists all over the world, he must change.

In the following month, Feng Ming went to fight with the King Kong ape every night, from the beginning of the injury and escaped, to the evenly matched, to the last punch to kill the King Kong ape. Feng Ming's use of the power of the fist, the power of the fist, the speed of the fist, and the explosion of the fist has made great progress.

Feng Ming's last punch, murderous and unparalleled, smashed out, the fist roared away with the fist, and instantly hit the chest of the King Kong ape, and the strength of the fist and the true yuan condensed in the fist instantly exploded, shattering the chest of the King Kong ape.

After that, every night, Feng Ming went out to find a fourth-order demon beast to fight. Slowly, there is no opponent.

It was another starry night, Feng Ming was hiding in a big tree, and suddenly, he saw a fourth-order fire monkey on the big tree not far away. Feng Ming sneaked over, and when he was about to punch and kill the fire monkey, he saw the fire monkey avoid and sweep towards another tree at a very fast speed. Feng Ming hurriedly cast his shadow like the wind to chase after the fire monkey. The fire monkey shuttled through the trees and disappeared in an instant. Feng Ming was extremely frustrated, he had always been proud of his speed, but today he lost completely.

Feng Ming was about to turn around and leave, only to see the fire monkey appear in the tree not far away, and squeaked at Feng Ming's eyebrows, and then turned around and twisted his ass towards Feng Ming, as if to say: Come and chase me, with your speed, can you catch up with me?

Feng Ming was extremely angry, and he got up and chased straight away, the fire monkey seemed to be teasing Feng Ming, slowed down, and the two of them were one after the other, shuttling through the mountains and forests like ghosts, causing the demon beasts in the mountains and forests to roar, and the entire mountain and forest was in chaos......

A steep wall suddenly appeared in front of him, and he saw that the fire monkey was still rushing straight away, and at the moment when he was about to touch the steep wall, the fire monkey suddenly changed direction and rushed straight up along the steep wall. And Feng Ming, who was chasing after him, didn't have time to stop, and hit his head on the mountain wall, grinning in pain.

However, Feng Ming admired the speed of the fire monkey and its ability to turn in the air, and was puzzled.

For the next month, Feng Ming chased the fire monkey every night, wanting to explore the mystery of the fire monkey's speed. The fire monkey also longed for someone to play with it, and he was also happy to do it. Chasing, chasing, a person and a monkey chased out a trace of emotion, and in the end, the two sides were able to stop and communicate with gestures at a certain distance. Sometimes Feng Ming sat down and meditated on the starry sky with his cheeks on his cheeks, and the fire monkey also looked like Feng Ming and meditated on the starry sky. Feng Ming couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, and took out a few pills from the storage ring and threw them to the fire monkey, and told the fire monkey to eat it with a gesture, the fire monkey was a little afraid but couldn't stop the aroma of the pill, so he hesitated to eat it, and then jumped and jumped, extremely happy.

The next night, Feng Ming found the fire monkey and told it with a gesture that he was leaving to go deeper into the mountain. During this period of time, Feng Ming has greatly improved his speed in the process of catching up, and although he can't beat the peak martial king, it is not a problem to run.

When the fire monkey heard this, he hurriedly ran over and grabbed Feng Ming's sleeve, preventing him from entering, and hit him with his monkey legs, and then the monkey fell to the ground, kicked his legs twice, and then remained motionless. The fire monkey meant that he should not go, he would die.

"What a spiritual monkey!"

Feng Ming sighed when he saw the fire monkey playing vividly. However, he had to go in, even if it was to death.

He knew that there were more high-level demon beasts in the depths of the mountains, but he had to temper his survivability between life and death, and use the tempering between life and death to improve his strength. Once he leaves the mountains, he will face a large group of mid-to-high-level martial artists. Although the hope of living is extremely slim, if there is a glimmer of hope, he does not dare and will not give up easily. He had to touch the high-level demon beasts, although he would die for a lifetime.

Seeing that Feng Ming's attitude was extremely firm, the fire monkey pulled Feng Ming towards its cave. After entering the cave, the fire monkey immediately dug out a few jars of monkey wine from the hidden place and handed them to Feng Ming, and made a gesture of drinking. Feng Ming raised the jar and drank a sip of monkey wine, and suddenly, the vitality in his body rushed along the meridians. Feng Ming hurriedly sat down and ran the exercises to refine these Yuan Qi, so that they could be turned into true Yuan and stored in the dantian. A sip of wine has this effect, and the skill of drinking these jars will definitely be greatly improved, Feng Ming was overjoyed and exclaimed: "It is worthy of the wine made by the essence of heaven and earth." ”

In the next few days, the fire monkey slowed down again to show Feng Ming his skills. Feng Ming pondered carefully, and found that the fire monkey's use of force had reached a degree of arbitrariness, and he could react most instinctively to the control of power such as charging, instantaneous, explosive, and reducing the resistance in the air and using the resistance to turn into his own power. This may be the subconscious behavior formed by the fire monkey's extraordinary talent, coupled with its long-term running in the mountains and trees, and chasing, fighting, and escaping with a large number of monsters. The brain's reaction after thinking is not the same as the knee-jerk reaction.

Instinctive reactions are also reflected in the warriors from time to time, which is "habit becomes natural", for example, the awareness of danger, some warriors are particularly sensitive, but if he wants to say the reason, he can't say. The instinctive reaction is formed over the years by putting oneself in a dangerous place, in the moment of life and death.

For the control and use of power and true yuan, since the beginning of martial arts, human beings have been tirelessly exploring the mysteries. Human beings naturally create various exercises and martial arts, which is a process of exploration from superficial to profound. And to evaluate the genius of a martial artist, the level of comprehension and the level of force are actually based on the point. But if you want to control and use your own strength and true element, you must put yourself in the place of great evil and evil, between life and death.

Feng Ming's thoughts faintly touched on the essence of martial arts, and Feng Ming was amazed, but also strengthened his determination to enter a deeper experience.

Feng Ming has been hiding in the territory of a unicorn for a long time. His breathing technique and concealment technique had reached a very high level after this period of practice, and the unicorn wandered in his territory, never aware of Feng Ming. There was an earth-shattering roar in the distance, and it was the unicorn's sworn enemy provoking it. The unicorn suddenly went berserk, roaring and slapping around, and the trees around it fell in pieces and debris flew in the air.

The unicorn's furious attack affected Feng Ming, Feng Ming jumped out from the hidden place, smashed out a fist and hit the unicorn, the unicorn saw the thing coming, roared, slapped a palm at Feng Ming, roared, applause screamed into Feng Ming's ears, and tens of millions of catties of force pressed the surroundings, the surrounding trees, mountains and rocks were instantly shattered, and the ground collapsed. Feng Ming's ears, nose, and mouth immediately oozed blood, and Feng Ming turned around and ran wildly, the speed exceeding his usual limit. The unicorn couldn't catch up and roared behind it. As soon as Feng Ming fled back to the fire monkey's cave, he fell to the ground, his whole body covered in blood and his face pale.

That unicorn was a fifth-order demon beast, and compared to a fourth-order demon beast, it could be described as a difference between cloud and mud. The fifth-order demon beast is equivalent to the martial king realm of the martial artist, and the martial king is compared with the great martial artist, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

In the entire Ten Realms of Qi and Martial Arts, the Martial King Realm is a hurdle, and it is a qualitative leap from a great martial artist to a martial king, a leap in the level of life. Wuwang Dantian Chengdan, known as Wudan. From the Great Martial Master to the Martial King, there has been a skyrocket in terms of True Yuan, Strength, Divine Sense, Speed, and Shouyang, and the difference between the two is at least ten times or more. Therefore, the comparison between the two is comparable to that of ants to elephants. Feng Ming is now fighting with the Martial King Realm, just like a mayfly shaking a tree. That day, the fire monkey made a gesture and immediately fell to death, although it was extremely ridiculous, but it was extremely realistic.

After Feng Ming recovered from his injury, he tried his best to temper himself, almost crazy, savage, and even self-harm, as if his body was not his. Because he knew that he had to have the ability to survive in the hands of the martial artists of the Martial King Realm, although it was difficult to kill, at least he had to make sure that he could shake a few times and pass the move without being injured. If a martial artist in the Martial King Realm could get him injured with a wave of his hand, the chances of him surviving when he returned to the martial world were too few and too few. Because in the world of martial artists, there are the most people in the realm of martial arts.

Every time Feng Ming cultivated for a period of time, he would go out and shake the fifth-order demon beast, then return injured, then recuperate, cultivate, and then go out, and then return with injuries, and then recuperate, and so on. Feng Ming knew that it was unrealistic to enter the Martial King Realm in a short period of time, and it was extremely dangerous to enter the Martial King Realm from a great martial artist, and the slightest mistake would lead to death.

In the past three months, Feng Ming's various skills have improved rapidly under the tempering of life and death. Gradually, he was able to fight a few tricks with a fifth-order demon beast without being injured and was able to retreat with his whole body, Feng Ming was greatly satisfied.

On this day, Feng Ming ran out, but who knew that this time he would provoke a fifth-order green eagle flying beast. The speed of the green eagle flying beast is not an exaggeration to describe it as galloping, Feng Ming used all kinds of terrain to stimulate all his potential and desperately escaped, but the green eagle beast was like a bone gangrene, so that Feng Ming brushed shoulders with death countless times, chasing Feng Ming to the sky and the ground, and finally had to risk jumping from the cliff into a deep pool under a waterfall to get out.

After escaping, Feng Ming was both scared and excited. The fear lies in the fact that he almost died, and the excitement lies in the fact that after this training, the control and use of strength and true yuan have faintly touched the threshold of the fire monkey's control of strength and speed, and the adaptability has also been greatly improved. Therefore, I can't help but feel a little eager to try. After that, Feng Ming went to provoke the green eagle beast every now and then, and every time he was chased by it to ascend to heaven and the second Buddha to the ground. But the experience between life and death also made Feng Ming grow up quickly.

After that, Feng Ming dived deeper into the mountains and hid near the sixth-order demon beast or seventh-order demon beast, tempering his calmness and adaptability on the verge of death......

Time was in a hurry, and on this day, Feng Ming entered the high stage of the Great Martial Master. He knew it was time to leave, this mountain field could no longer allow him to grow quickly, he had to go to the outside world to find opportunities, not to mention that he still had a two-year appointment.

He counted the time, he had spent a year in this mountain wilderness.

This year, he spent the year in pain and pain,

This year, he wandered between life and death,

This year, he grew up in blood and tears.

He knew there was a storm waiting for him outside, but he walked out without hesitation.

This time, go to the moon for nine days, catch turtles in the five oceans,

This time, bloody and bloody rivers and lakes,

This time, laughing and talking about thirsty for the blood of the enemy.