At dawn, the first line of dawn in the sky, the people who woke up on the night were still asleep.

On the night of awakening, through the awakening ritual, humans can awaken the Soul Piercing.

Soul stabbing is different for everyone. The person who awakens the soul assassination, the most basic, will become extremely powerful, and in the early and late stages of ink, he can have the power of ten thousand catties. If you cultivate more powerfully, then you will be more able to control your vitality and demon soul into your body, and obtain all kinds of powerful abilities, supernatural powers, and battle spirits.

In the gray, there was a fairly tall figure, standing on the side of the village road, carefully looking at the doorrail of the house opposite, gesturing.

Strangely, he was holding a gourd in his hand. This gourd is pale yellow, with mottled brown spots on it, and at first glance it is an old gourd, and the skin is dry and hard.

Holding a gourd in one hand and his arm stretched straight, he closed one eye and looked ahead.

"Brother Liang, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a small little fat man came out from behind and asked in a low voice.

"Golden Tiger, why are you here?" Mo Liang was startled and asked quietly.

Xu Jinhu glanced around, and asked, "Brother Liang, what are you doing at the door of Ma Xiangdong's house?"

Looking at Xu Jinhu, who was pretending to be puzzled, Mo Liang groaned a little.

Seeing Mo Liang's expression, Xu Jinhu smiled and said, "Brother Liang, I know that you can't swallow this breath! ”

Mo Liang stared at Xu Jinhu's smiling face, a little moved.

Ma Xiangdong and him, one is a family and three tigers, three brothers awakened the soul assassination, the other has been sunk for four years, it is regarded as a joke, and the son of the Mahatma is even more a laughing stock, no matter who knows how to choose! But this stupid boy has already awakened the soul assassination, and he will not look back.

"Golden Tiger ......"

"Eh, Brother Liang, what are you doing with a gourd?" Xu Jinhu hurriedly diverted the topic, not wanting Mo Liang to distract him.

Mo Liang smiled helplessly. This kid is not as stupid as others say. "This gourd, but it's a baby!

"Golden gourd?!" Xu Jinhu whispered, "Where is this golden gourd?

"Hehe~" Mo Liang smiled incomprehensibly, picked up the gourd and shook it in Xu Jinhu's ear, "It's all gold!" said and pulled the lid on the top of the gourd in front of Xu Jinhu.

Suddenly, a foul smell emanated from the gourd, and it was so smoky that Xu Jinhu staggered backwards, his face full of disgust, "It stinks!"

"Brother Liang, what kind of golden gourd is this! it's all ......" he said, he suddenly remembered Mo Liang's strange posture before, revealing a strange look. "Brother Liang, you're really bad!"

Mo Liang smiled and covered the gourd in disgust.

sighed silently in his heart, if he could awaken the assassin soul, who would want to do such a dirty thing...... However, then his eyes turned cold, insulting his father, whoever must pay the price!

Xu Jinhu on the side, looking at Mo Liang's faint smile, holding the golden gourd in his hand silently, he shivered inexplicably. He couldn't help but think of the scene where the gourd smashed on Ma Xiangdong..."hiss~", he was really hit by the diaphragm.

......

The sky is getting brighter, and the morning dew is not yet dawning.

The people who woke up on the night woke up late, but the sun was rising, and they had all woken up. Especially for the children who are exercising in the morning, they should get up early and swallow the essence of this first day. Adults prepare for a day of hunting, wiping their weapons and polishing their arrows at home.

Ma Xiangdong got up early to practice and poured out his vitality for four years. He is not diligent, and now he is about to break through to the first product of ink.

The first product of ink has the strength of 100 catties, and the second product of ink has the strength of 200 catties. For children of this age, through hard exercise, they may be able to achieve the strength of entering the ink, but it is a bit reluctant to have two hundred catties of strength.

This also makes Ma Xiangdong work extra hard recently. Mo Liang failed to awaken in the fourth year, and he was almost a wasted person, as long as he advanced to the second rank of Mo, he could completely defeat Mo Liang. Perhaps it was because Mo Liang's aura was too dazzling when he was young, which made Ma Xiangdong extremely eager to prove himself by defeating Mo Liang.

"On that day, I must make it visible to everyone!"

The light of wild hope flashed through his eyes, and the horse Xiangdong stubbornly tied the bandage on his calf. The tiger jumped up vigorously, and he walked towards his door in great spirit.

......

"Why hasn't he come out yet!"

Xu Jinhu paced anxiously, looking up at Ma Xiangdong's home from time to time, and then lowered his head and picked his fingers restlessly. After the initial response, he was a little faintly looking forward to it, and now he can't wait.

"This lazy! No wonder I haven't been promoted to the second grade of ink for four years. Golden Tiger muttered and cursed.

Mo Liang was not in a hurry, and stood quietly. Looking at the sky, it's almost ......

Squeak~

"Come out!" In the corner, Jin Hu immediately shook his spirits, and the cat's waist stood behind Mo Liang.

Mo Liang raised his arm and glanced at it, this movement had been practiced many times, and he was extremely proficient.

Sou~

With the appearance of Ma Xiangdong's figure, the "golden gourd" was also thrown out by Mo Liang's control strength. The gourd was dry and brittle, and if it hit the body, it must have broken immediately. After adding materials, the gourd was a little heavy, but it was also more stable, and it flew in the direction that Mo Liang had targeted.

Xu Jinhu only felt that the flesh and skin on his body tightened, and he immediately bared his teeth.

On the other side, Ma Xiangdong had just gone out, only to feel a black shadow flashing in the afterglow, and under alertness, he immediately found Mo Liang and Xu Jinhu in the corner. "Hmph~! ridiculous, carving insect skills!"

With a sneer, he used his strength to enter the peak of the ink grade, and blasted out with a punch.

Syllable!

Boom!

The golden gourd exploded suddenly! For a while, the pale yellow gourd skin flew all over the sky, and even more golden soup and water slashed and exhaled over. The stench spreads......

Xu Jinhu's eyes bulged, and one hand was stuffed into his mouth in shock, hanging on his chin. "It's so fierce!" Fortunately, Mo Liang reacted quickly, and rushed into the alley with Xu Jinhu in his arms, so as to avoid the stench.

Vomit!

Ma Xiangdong retched, a little dazed. There were patches of gold on his body, which made his brain buzz. Spread out his palms and wiped his face, and the heavy stench of returning to his snort made him completely collapse.

"Mo Liang!! Lao Tzu killed you!!"

The voice, like a roar in the sky, full of anger and humiliation, immediately alarmed the surrounding neighbors. Looking at them one by one, when they saw the filth on the street, they all frowned.

"Let's go~. It's not good for him to make a commotion like this now!" With a low shout, Mo Liang looked back at Ma Xiangdong, who was frantically picking off his clothes, and he was also fighting a cold war. With Xu Jinhu, he turned around from the alley and disappeared.

At the same time, in the other two corners of the village, there was a roar like a horse heading east.

Wang Yongcai and Wang Yongwen, one of them had half a gourd on his head, his face and chest were full of stains, his hair was still dripping, and a strong smell of urine went straight to his nose.

Far away, Mo Liang heard the voice and said to himself: "Silver gourd, it worked!"

"What silver gourd?" Xu Jinhu asked, looking at Mo Liang with bulging eyes, "Brother Liang, and Brother Liang, why didn't I ever find you so bad!"

Mo Liang smiled slightly, and couldn't hide the sigh in his heart. If you awaken the Assassin Soul and have great strength, why do you need any means?

......

Mo Liang's home is made of the bones and skins of a fierce saber-toothed behemoth, and there is a small courtyard in the back, surrounded by heavy cold stones. Such a specification is unique in Kitamura, and it is the only thing his father left him.

In Mo Liang's memory, there is very little content about his father, only that he didn't know what happened back then, his mother had no choice but to run away, and his father took on the mission of the Mahatma in a fit of rage, acting as a formation spirit and being isolated from the world. This was all what happened when he was ignorant, so that he didn't have the slightest impression at all, and it was all heard from the mouth of the elder.

Separated from Xu Jinhu, he had not slept all night, and he still did not have a trace of sleepiness.

Sitting on a stone bench in the corner of the backyard, looking at the wooden stakes, stone locks, and giant trees that have been around for a long time, I was in a trance. These things were left behind by his father.

The wooden stake, I don't know what material it is made of, he has been playing here for four years, and he has not seen the slightest damage, but has more and more faint brilliance; the stone lock, he tried his best to only pick up the first 100-pound stone lock, and only a few breaths, the rest is engraved with a gravity array, and the weight is doubled; the giant wood, even the first 100-pound giant tree he wielded the unfavorable rope......

Mo Liang had never seen these things in other places, even in the Beicun Martial Arts Arena, there was only a small one-rank gravity array, and there was no such fine cultivation at all.

He looked at it, as if he had seen his father lifting the stone lock and waving the giant log.

"Father's ......"

He whispered softly the name of his father, who couldn't remember what he looked like, and he became disappointed in himself at the thought of disappointing his father.

"Ahh

Mo Liang, who was in a depressed mood, swooped out, grabbed a hundred-pound stone lock with one hand, and waved it vigorously. It can be seen that he is very struggling, and his steps are staggering. After all, there is no awakening of the Soul Piercing, and at this moment, with only brute force, it is already very good to be able to dance the stone lock.

Huhuhu~~

After a few breaths, Mo Liang was already out of breath. Dropped the stone lock and gasped for air on his knees.

"Ah~!"

Drinking again, forcibly lifting a breath, Mo Liang took a stride and rushed to the stake. One punch and one kick, frantically raining down.

"Ahh~~"

The straight fists and feet were numb and unconscious, and the sturdy wooden stake was thumped.

For four years, all the pressure and anger deposited in my heart seemed to be vented in an instant.

"There's no way I'm without the Assassin Soul~!!"

Bang!

In a rage, he slammed his fist on the stake, leaving blood stains on it, and the skin on it was already peeled open.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the mechanism rattling, perhaps he had inadvertently touched the mechanism.

Click!

It's the "rustling" of dirt again.

Mo Liang, who was gasping, looked sideways and stood up straight in shock. Not far behind the stake, a small hole rumbled open, revealing a dark cellar. After living here for more than ten years, he never knew there was such a mystery in the backyard!

"This, what is this!"