About 3,000 years ago, the alien invasion of the alien domain, the human race of the Zhongyuan Continent under the leadership of the first god Haotian rose up to fight back, in this thousand-year-long war to protect the place where the human race took root and maintain the civilization of the human race for 10,000 years, the human race withered, the fruits of civilization did not survive, and the six satellite star fields of the Zhongyuan continent, the place where the human race took root, all fell.

In the end, the human race drove the main force of the alien army from the alien domain from the Zhongyuan Continent, and a war that lasted for thousands of years caused the first god of the human race, Haotian, to suffer heavy losses, and almost fell, and was unable to recover the satellite domain, no, he did not sleep for a thousand years to recover his strength.

In order to expel the alien Yu Kou from the Zhongyuan Continent, in order to have the ability of the human race to protect itself from the poison of the alien race for thousands of years in the sleep of a thousand years, the first god Haotian shattered the armor of the gods on his body that had been fighting with him for thousands of years before he fell asleep, and turned into hundreds of millions of armor and fell into the body of every newborn.

So for the first time in the Zhongyuan Continent, a cultivator appeared, this is a far more powerful existence than a martial artist, a cultivator can use the spiritual light of heaven and earth to cultivate divine armor and exercise the soul, and the strong can burn the mountains and boil the sea between raising their hands and feet.

As the number of cultivators became stronger and stronger, the secular power of the human race was replaced by divine power, and the three major religions of the Temple of the First God, the Haotian Temple, and the Red Moon Divine Cult respectively occupied one side of the Zhongyuan Continent and began to dominate the fate of the human race.

Cultivators have also had a standardized division from then on, and they are divided into four realms from weak to strong, which are the Condensation Armor Realm, the Phantom Armor Realm, the Distraction Realm, and the Boundary Breaking Realm. Each realm is divided into nine levels.

However, because of their different understandings of the teachings of the First God Haotian, because of wealth, land, and the thousand-year-old geopolitical hatred within the human race, they accused each other of being infidels, and they continued to attack each other.

However, although the alien army of the alien domain has retreated, at the beginning of the invasion, they broke the crystal wall of the star field of the Zhongyuan continent, leaving many void cracks that still exist, for thousands of years, although the human race powerhouses have repaired dozens of cracks, there are still many void cracks that exist between the poor mountains and evil waters, and a steady stream of alien demons have poured out of the cracks, and they have never stopped for thousands of years.

And located in the Divine Realm of the Haotian Temple, the void crack under the Blood Lan Fortress is one of them!

The Sin City Camp is one of the many advancing camps under the Blood Lan Fortress, and it is said that the people living in this camp are sinners who have blasphemed the Origin God Haotian and have been banished by the temple.

However, because the camp of Sin City is the closest to the Void Rift, it is very convenient for both supply and rest, so there are nearly a thousand young demon hunters here as a foothold all year round.

The biggest difference between the camp of Sin City and other advance camps is that there is a small temple here, and in the center of the small temple stands a statue of the first god Haotian more than three meters high, there is no sacrificial altar here, there is no goddess official who sings, and there is no dome and murals decorated with lilacs, and there is just an old man who does not wear priestly clothes, kneeling in front of the idol all day long, praying silently with the most pious manners.

This temple has never displayed miracles, cannot be sacrificed for divine favors, and naturally cannot use divine graces in exchange for items or healing, or listen to the will of the first god Haotian, and the demon hunters here have long regarded this temple as an ornament.

In the side room of this temple is a bedroom full of books, and in the innermost corner separated by a curtain, there is a water tank with a light brown liquid, and at this moment there is a young man lying in the water tank, and the wounds on the boy's body that are slowly closing prove that he is not a "stolen half a day" to take a bath with the door closed in broad daylight.

With the recovery of the wound, although the boy did not wake up, he had already turned into a coma mode into a dream mode, in the dream he turned into a real armored warrior, the nine pieces of silver armor on his body were majestic, and he was at the peak of the ninth order of the condensation armor realm, and all the robbers on the road to stomp and kill fled from the wind, and roared "Thunder" turned into a silver lightning bolt and killed into the group of alien demons, and all the alien demons were knocked to pieces along the way, all the way to the dragon's treasure land... As a result, he was slapped by the dragon and slapped a piece of....

"Ah..." Fang Cheng woke up from the water tank with a low breath, there was still a trace of memories of the dream in his eyes, and there was still a trace of unwillingness on his face, and the whole person had a trace of melancholy, as if he was very dissatisfied with the ending of the dream.

Fang Cheng is just an ordinary person, a camel merchant who travels back and forth between the camp and the fortress, if he has anything special, it is that he is a profiteer among camel traders, and profiteers generally make more money.

But Fang Cheng's dream has never been to make a lot of money, in the past sixteen years, his biggest dream is just like the dream he had just had, to awaken the armor and become a cultivator, but at the age of sixteen, he is still an ordinary person, a slightly successful camel merchant.

The closest he had been to becoming a cultivator was in this dream. That's why the dream just now made him miss it so much, so inseparable, if this dream could be started all over again, he would definitely not be greedy for the dragon's treasure, so that the dream of becoming a cultivator would not be so short.

Consciousness returned to his body point by minute, the pain accumulated this day, those that he had not yet had time to feel, seemed to be all reflected in his mind at this moment, he didn't even have time to exhale in pain, and disappeared without a trace like an electric current, this kind of pleasure and feeling brought by pain, let the pores of his whole body stretch.

Fang Cheng remembered that early in the morning, he carried a basket of divine grace certificates on his back, and went out of the camp to go to the Blood Lan Fortress to exchange for gold coins, but he was attacked, this time it was not an ordinary bandit who attacked him, but a group of cultivators from the forward camp, this kind of disaster he had experienced several times in the past two years. As for who rescued him, he will know when he goes out.

He stood up, his eyes scanning his whole body, everything was so perfect, his skin was full and bumpy, his legs and arms were tight and flexible, as if there was strength and agility leaping on them.

But what's the use of that? He's still an ordinary person, at best, stronger than any other normal person.

With the strength he has cultivated in the past ten years under the torture of beasts and inhumans, he has a chance of winning against the cultivators of the second order of the Upper Condensing Armor Realm, so he dared to take the path on the way to business, and play hide and seek with the robbers and demons in the canyon, so there is today's disaster. But what about the fourth and fifth orders of the Upper Condensing Armor? The cultivator is endless, and he has already reached the limit of ordinary people.

He stepped out of the water tank, wiped off the dark brown water droplets on his body, came to the bedroom full of books, sat on the bed, crossed his legs and folded his hands, and naturally cultivated the "First God Ji Shi Jing" that he had been cultivating for eleven years!

"The Origin God Ji Shi Jing" is a popular exercise for cultivating spiritual power and then assisting in the awakening of armor, and it is also the only exercise for exercising spiritual power on the Zhongyuan Continent. The reason why it is said to be a popular exercise is because almost every household in the Zhongyuan Continent has this kind of exercise, as long as there is a child about five years old in the family, and when he is brought to the Haotian Temple in the town, he can receive a free copy, and there is a full-time temple priest to guide the cultivation.

This kind of popular exercise, even if it can't assist in awakening the armor in the end, but after long-term cultivation, it can make ordinary people energetic and live for a few more years.

Fang Cheng didn't know if he was used to cultivating the "First God Ji Shi Sutra" every day after going to bed, or if he didn't give up with the illusion of the last time to practice the "Shi Shen Ji Shi Jing", if it was the last time, in his memory, he had already found many reasons for himself to have many last times. Well, it should be used to it.

With the operation of the exercises, his sea of consciousness has occupied this heaven and earth, red is the main color of this heaven and earth, which is the resentment condensed by countless blood over thousands of years; cyan is the spiritual light of heaven and earth, which is the source of cultivators; what is it that flickers like fireflies in distant places? Is it sunlight or stars? Why hasn't it appeared before?

The next moment, this piece of heaven and earth turned into a silent torrent and rushed towards the center of the sea of knowledge. There is a black mass of stuff with circles of golden silk threads wrapped around it, this is the armor seed, it is the seed of cultivation. In terms of practice, only when the armor is awakened can it take root and sprout in the sea of consciousness.

The torrent of spiritual power rushed towards this seed to stimulate the awakening of this seed, but the next moment, the golden thread wrapped around the seed suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light, instantly dismembering and shattering the torrent of spiritual power.

"Ahh

The pain receded like a tide, Fang Cheng curled stupidly on the bed, and laughed at himself after a long time, is it still not good? What does it matter? In the future, just concentrate on being an ordinary person!

Dreams have become a thing of the past, and life has to go on.

Although the goods were robbed, Fang Cheng still had gold coins, and there was also a spare basket, but the scimitar had to go to the blacksmith shop to buy a new pair, Fang Cheng grabbed a bag of gold coins from the hole covered by the stone slab under the bed and walked out.

"Lord Qin Shou rescued you before you were dismembered by the ape demon!" the old man knelt in front of the statue of the Origin God Haotian with the most pious demeanor, and said without looking back.

Once upon a time, the young Fang Cheng also followed the old man to pray in front of the idol, but when he found out that no matter how he prayed, he couldn't change the fact that the beast put him in a cage to fight the ape demon, and his five-year prayer was over, and he even scolded in front of the idol, "Go to his X's Haotian!"

Qin Shou is the head of the camp, perhaps in order to live up to the homonymous term "beast", Qin Shou worked hard to turn himself into a beast. So all the people in the camp called him the beast.

Fang Cheng nodded, the old man said this to tell him, he should go and thank the beast, it is not good to talk in front of the beast, you have to pay money, save a life of five hundred gold coins, this is the price of Fang Cheng in the eyes of the beast.

Then he pushed the door open...

Dark red clouds, like a purple canopy, crowded this side of the sky, making the golden sunlight turn into blood-colored light, as if dense red cotton wool filled the sky.

Countless canyons divide the long mountains into fragments, and from a high vantage point, it looks like the earth is covered with dense scars, a world without sunlight, wind and rain, and no obvious day and night.

In the center of this heaven and earth, a black cloud hangs upside down from the sky, like a mushroom cloud rising from the ground, linking the sky and the earth, wisps of blue light like an electric arc in the clouds, and occasionally the figure of a giant dragon can be seen, releasing a crazy and bloodthirsty coercion for a long time.

This is the Void Rift, the Void Realm that rushes out of the Void Rift, affecting this red world at all times, making every mountain, every tree, every grain of sand and gravel here tremble all the time, like purgatory.

One by one, the huge Dapeng birds passed through the dark red clouds and circled and landed towards the tall Blood Lan Fortress, each Dapeng bird carried a huge boat cabin on its back, and in it sat cultivators from all over the continent, and the young cultivators came from the golden world to this world like a sea of blood in an instant, they had a moment of trembling, a moment of distraction, everything was the same as what was recorded in the book and the legend.

Then, looking at the demon hunters in the canyon around the void crack who were fighting with the hordes of alien demons, listening to the roar of the warriors and the screams of the aliens, as the patrons of the Origin God Haotian, they had an incomparable freshness and pride in their minds, the blood was already burning in their chests, and the fighting spirit was instantly high, and they began to sing:

For the dream in my heart,

Under the protection of the first god Haotian,

The bloody battle is like a gust of wind,

Let the corpses of the alien demons be placed on the altar of Haotian,

Let the bloody night release light,

The legend of undefeated,

Scars are the spark of bravery...

...

Such songs are sung in the sky, in the Blood Lan Fortress, in the surrounding fifty or sixty advancing camps, in the thousand canyons that connect the void cracks under the camps, the frustrated sing for the courage to fight again, the proud singing for the harvest...

Fierce demons poured out of the cracks in the void all the time, and the demon hunters raised their butcher knives in their hands in the canyon, for faith, for glory, for growth, for the protection of this land, and for the sake of divine grace, there was only one word in the hearts of the cultivators who incarnated as demon hunters

- Kill!

A lot of people died, and more people came.

....

Fang Cheng, who walked out of the temple, carried two newly bought scimitars made of fine iron, carried a basket on his back, and a money bag full of gold coins in his hand, standing in the center of the camp, squinting at the Dapeng hovering above the Blood Lan Fortress in the distance, and a cheer came from above his head and from the fortress...

"Xuelan, we're here..."

"Demons, here we come"

"Hahaha..."

Then Fang Cheng's gaze turned to the door of the camp tavern, where eleven people were lying... Or it would be more appropriate to call it a meat ball, and anyone who has gone down to the canyon to fight the alien demons can basically see how these people on the ground have suffered.

The snake demon is a fourth-order alien demon with a human head and a snake body, the whole body is green and slimy, and it makes people's scalp numb, and the lethality is not particularly strong, but it is better to be sensitive and fast, and it is highly poisonous, and the skin is also thick.

Obviously, the eleven demon hunters on the ground, after being exhausted by the snake demon and unable to use the divine armor to protect themselves, were bitten and poisoned by the snake demon, and finally the bones of the whole body wrapped around the snake demon's solid and soft tail were scattered, and only one breath was left to be fished out by the beasts, as for whether they were bred by the female snake demon, it was left to the imagination of the people watching, anyway, these people are now placed at the door of the tavern, obviously to kill chickens and monkeys.

Every demon hunter who came and went to the camp was shocked and trembling when they saw this scene, holding their breath and bypassing it as quickly as possible, and glanced at the beast sitting at the door of the tavern drinking from a distance, and said in their hearts that there was no one who could torture people, and the beast really lived up to the word "beast".

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng looked at the sky again and whispered, "Welcome to hell!"