In the remote firewood room, Demon Zangfeng closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His heart, which had been beating wildly, had regained its composure at some point, and it was even getting slower and slower, so slow that people thought it had stopped.

With a dense layer of gray-black keratin, constantly oozing out of Demon Zangfeng's flesh and blood, his whole body exuded a disgusting fishy smell, like a dead corpse.

Demon Zangfeng still hasn't woken up, and at this time he is at the critical moment of building a foundation and killing immortals!

In his mind, the translucent villain with his soul condensed was using a pair of immature little hands to quickly and steadily make one handprint after another.

The steps of building the foundation of the Immortal Killing Decision seem very simple, as long as you sense a wisp of pure qi in the heaven and earth, guide it into the divine soul, and run a great week in the divine soul according to the mysterious running route.

But it's not an ordinary difficulty to do it.

Whether it is sensing the clear qi, playing a cumbersome hand decision, or guiding the clear qi to run in the soul, in between, even if you make a wrong gesture and pause for half a breath, you will lose all your efforts and have to start over.

Demon Zangfeng skillfully played one seal after another, and he couldn't remember how many times he had done it all over again, maybe a hundred, maybe a thousand.

If you are an ordinary person, you may have already worn out your patience, and you frequently make mistakes because of anxiety.

But instead of giving up, Demon Zangfeng continued to summarize his own mistakes after every failure, and went further in the next foundation.

This almost stubborn persistence makes him like a worm that has turned into a butterfly, constantly transforming.

Three thousand handprints, now he has perfectly typed one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and at the same time, in the translucent divine soul of Demon Hidden Front, a trace of clear light also follows the trajectory of the mystery, slowly and methodically.

This time his state is surprisingly good, it is better to say that he has been restarted again and again, pushing him to the peak state, and the images that are familiar in his heart continue to turn into skillful handprints, which are beaten out by the demon hidden front.

Two thousand, two thousand...

Two thousand two, two thousand three...

...

...

Two thousand eight, two thousand nine!

However, just when his handprint was about to reach three thousand, there was a sudden "sizzling" sound on the translucent body where his divine soul was condensed, and then a large amount of mist continued to evaporate from his body.

Two thousand nine hundred and thirty, two thousand nine hundred and thirty-one...

Feeling the pressure of his fingertips gradually increasing, the hands of the Demon Hidden Blade became slower and slower, and his whole body was like a fire.

He finally realized what it was like to have human meat skewers made into char siu by the cannibal tribes.

As waves of pain continued to impact Demon Zangfeng's reason, his consciousness gradually blurred.

No, let's start over.

Next time, next time I will definitely succeed.

Once this thought was born, it was like taking root in Demon Zangfeng's mind, constantly devouring his remaining sanity.

The speed of the seal on his hand became slower and slower, until he was about to stop at the end, when suddenly a weak figure quietly crossed the bottom of Demon Zangfeng's heart.

Gritting his teeth, there was a stubbornness in his heart for no reason, supporting the demon hidden front alive, and continuing to play the seal in his hand.

Torment, every minute, every second, and even every moment, is incomparably torment for Demon Zangfeng.

The taste of tormenting the soul is more crazy than the soul being torn to pieces at once.

Nervous, Demon Zangfeng felt that he would collapse at any moment.

In fact, his originally condensed consciousness body was already illusory at this time, as if it would not be able to withstand the pressure in the next moment and completely dissipate.

It's just that Demon Zangfeng can't take care of so much anymore, and he only has one thought now, which is to punch out all the seals in his hand.

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-one, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-two...

Each mudra, while tormenting him, also leads to the last hope.

...

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine

In the end, only the last seal is left, as long as this handprint is played, Demon Zangfeng can successfully build the foundation of "Killing Immortals"

However, the last remaining seal was like a mountain in front of Demon Hidden Front, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift even a little.

Demon Zangfeng was desperate.

The translucent consciousness gradually dissipated, and bursts of light were visible to the naked eye, constantly detaching from the Demon Hidden Front's divine soul, and then turning into nothingness.

This time, even the four small swords that were fused into his body lost their movement, as if they would dissipate with the soul of Demon Hidden Blade.

The divine soul became fainter and fainter, and when there was only a faint outline left in his entire consciousness body, suddenly a faint light lit up from his body, which was what remained of the body of the repairing demon hidden feng.

As if sensing the danger of the master, the remaining clear mangs poured into the soul of the demon hidden feng with a rapidly converging light.

Well, at the moment when Qingmang melted into the divine soul, there was a faint coolness, which suddenly made Demon Zangfeng's divine consciousness slightly sober.

He felt an extra glimmer of strength in his body.

This power is faint, but it is also incomparable, and with this last bit of strength, Demon Zang Feng made the last handprint.

Boom, when the demon hidden feng formed the last handprint, the hair-like fine and clear qi in his soul also drew the last mysterious trajectory, completing a whole Great Zhoutian.

The void space, which was originally only the size of a room, spread wildly towards all directions the moment Demon Zangfeng completed the foundation building.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang...

The void space expanded rapidly, until it became the size of a pond, and then gradually slowed down.

The spirit that was about to dissipate was like a puffed tire, quickly recovered, and it was more condensed than before.

"Succeeded?", Demon Zangfeng looked at his body a little unrealistically, and the wisp of clear qi with the thickness of a little thumb in his soul was running Zhou Tian in his body on his own.

Suddenly, he felt something, and the demon hidden feng raised his hand slightly, only to see four rays of light shoot out of his soul violently, turning into four small swords and quietly falling on his hand.

The little sword is still the same as before, still without quality, but compared to before, there is a faint sense of reality.

It feels faint, negligible, but it's there.

And for the four small swords in front of him, Demon Zangfeng no longer felt a trace of jerkiness and strangeness, as if a flesh-and-blood body was acting with his thoughts.

Looking at the "Immortal Killing Decision" in the void again, the content of the foundation building chapter has disappeared, and the clear color font that can be seen has more than ten lines.

"Nine yuan of kendo, one yuan and one day, the first yuan, out of the body!"

Demon Zangfeng read silently, he roughly understood that the entire immortal killing duel was divided into nine yuan.

Building a foundation is just stepping over the threshold of cultivating and killing immortals, which is equivalent to getting a pass and laying a solid foundation, without bringing substantial changes to yourself.

The first element --- out-of-body chapter that Demon Zangfeng saw now was the first step in the true cultivation of the Immortal Killing Duel.

One yuan, the popular point is the first layer of the exercises, and when you cultivate to the ninth level, that is, the nine yuan consummation, you can achieve great success.

Since the foundation of the Immortal Killing Decision, he has understood a lot at once, whether it is for cultivation or for himself, he has a faint understanding.

It's like condensing the sword vortex in the lower abdomen, and fighting through the absorbed heaven and earth elemental power, but the cultivation of immortal killing is to strengthen the divine soul and fight through the divine soul.

It sounds incredible, but it's true.

Moreover, although the cultivation method of killing immortals and condensing the sword vortex in the lower abdomen was completely different, Demon Zangfeng always felt that this cultivation method was faintly familiar, as if it was not strange in his memory!

Pressing the impulse to continue cultivating in his heart, Demon Zangfeng waved his little hand, and the four small swords suddenly turned into streamers and merged into the body again, which can not only nourish the divine soul, but also sharpen the four small swords, which are also naturally comprehended by Demon Zangfeng after building the foundation.

Taking a light breath, I looked around at the much wider space and the scroll of paintings floating quietly in the sky, and it was time to get out of here.

Demon Zangfeng's mind moved, and then his entire consciousness retreated from his mind to his entire body like a tide.

Just as Demon Zangfeng's consciousness had just entered his body, he suddenly felt a weak little hand wiping it on his body.

was shocked in his heart, and when he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him directly made Demon Zangfeng stunned.

Her whole body was half open, and Lin Yuechan looked depressed, and she was helping her wipe her body mechanically.

Suddenly reacted, and the demon hidden feng almost rubbed his body against the bed board, like a chick.

Sandwiching his legs, Demon Zangfeng looked at Lin Yuechan with a flushed face, and said, "Yue, Yue, Sister Yuechan, what do you want to do." ”

But soon, he noticed something wrong from Lin Yuechan's eyes, and the expression didn't seem to be looking at a living thing.

Lin Yuechan looked at the demon hiding feng who sat up blankly, and the cotton cloth in her hand slid to the ground.

The two looked at each other like this for a long time.

Demon Zangfeng went from cheeks to ears, and from ears to neck.

"Xiao Feng", Lin Yuechan covered her lips in disbelief, her soulless eyes were instantly filled with tears, and then she stepped forward and hugged the demon Zangfeng tightly.

Before he could react, Demon Zangfeng was violently hugged into his arms by Lin Yuechan's weak and boneless body.

Feeling the faint fragrance coming from the tip of her nose and the unique touch brought by her soft body, Demon Zangfeng froze in place for a while.

This, what kind of fuss is this.

Although he is still very young and Lin Yuechan is his child daughter-in-law, he never even held his mother's hand in his previous life, let alone being held by a young girl like this.

Rao is demon Zangfeng is very adaptable and calm, and his brain can't help but be paralyzed at this moment.

"Xiao Feng, I'm scared to death, I see that your whole body is stiff, there is no heartbeat, I thought, I thought..."

Lin Yuechan hugged the demon hidden feng tightly and couldn't cry for a while.

Demon Zang Fengping raised his hands, not knowing where to put them, he just wanted to say something, but he felt the deep anxiety and concern coming from his delicate body, and all the words he said turned into a hot stream and flowed into his heart.

"Sister Yuechan, I'm fine"

Gently hugging Lin Yuechan, Demon Zangfeng only felt that his whole body was like an electric shock, and a wave of warmth ignited.

It was the warmth that he had forgotten for more than ten years.

After being hugged for a while, Demon Zangfeng walked out of his churning emotions, and looking at his body, he gradually noticed that something was wrong.

When did your body become so relaxed, and there was still pain, could it be that you were used to the pain?

"I, I'm going to boil the medicine, Xiaofeng, you rest first, and my sister will help you wipe your body", hurriedly let go of the demon hidden feng, Lin Yuechan suddenly remembered that he was still seriously injured, but he couldn't toss like this.

After speaking, without waiting for Demon Zangfeng to react, she picked up Demon Zangfeng with difficulty, put him back on the bed, and covered the quilt.

Has Xiao Feng become heavier?

Looking at the young man on the bed, Lin Yuechan shook her head, hurriedly picked up the medicine on the shabby small round table, and staggered out of the firewood room.

Maybe she was too surprised that Xiao Feng could wake up, or maybe she was too worried about Demon Zangfeng's injury, she seemed to have forgotten that Demon Zangfeng's series of natural movements and tone just now didn't look like a seriously injured person at all.

"Yue...", Demon Zangfeng came back to his senses suddenly, and just as he wanted to speak, Lin Yuechan's hind feet had already stepped out of the door.

Smiling bitterly, looking at the already dark sky outside the window, he wanted to say that he didn't need to help himself wipe his body.

Body, smelling the faint fishy stench on his body, Demon Zangfeng sighed in his heart.

Raising his right hand, he remembered that his body was no longer the same body, and he couldn't even move now, how...

Well?

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