Life is like "breathing", "exhaling" is to take a breath, and "inhaling" is to fight for a breath.

This is one of Monyan's life credos.

In the wolf's brain, Meng Yang accidentally harvested a black egg-sized flesh' core.

This flesh' nucleus overjoyed Monyan.

Could this be the legendary magic crystal, that is, the unique demon pill in the body of the demonic beast?

Holding this black green magic crystal, Meng Yang's hands trembled a little, this is an out-and-out treasure!

He never expected that a second-level blue wolf would actually have a magic crystal, he heard that generally only the third-level demonic beast will condense the demon pill in the body, that is, the formation of the magic crystal, he didn't expect that this blue wolf would actually condense the demon pill at the second level!

It is conceivable that if it weren't for his trick of "turning back to catch the moon" by luck, he first cut off the two front paws of the blue wolf and gave the blue wolf who was caught off guard a heavy blow, and it was absolutely unpredictable who would die of the deer.

Meng Yang couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat secretly when he thought of this, it seemed that he would have to be more cautious when he ventured into the Fallen Soul Mountain Range in the future.

How to deal with this magic crystal, it seems that you still have to go to the Amazing God Pill Pharmacy to find Shopkeeper Li.

After all, the medicinal materials and low-level demonic beasts that Meng Yang had ventured from the "Fallen Soul Mountain Range" over the years had all been handed over to Shopkeeper Li to deal with, and this cultivator from a mysterious sect still took good care of him.

Seeing that it was still early in the sky outside the mountain temple, and that it was still an hour or two before it got dark, Meng Yang decided to fill his stomach first and rest for the night, and go early tomorrow morning to deal with the furs, claws and magic crystals, and the silver moon grass.

After practicing the knife technique for two hours after arriving at the temple, Meng Yang rinsed it briefly, and was ready to treat himself to a barbecue.

Barbecue is a life skill that Monyan has cultivated over the years of living alone, and although no one has had the privilege of tasting his cooking skills except himself, Monjan, who occasionally goes to the town to improve his life, finds that the food of the cooks in the town tastes far less delicious than the one he makes himself.

At least after eating more than a pound of the most tender hind leg meat of the blue wolf, and lying down in the pile of withered grass in the corner of the wall behind the ruined idol, wrapped in the tattered blanket sewn from the fur of fifteen tusked rabbits, Meng Yang soon fell asleep.

The flames in the sky were suffocating, and a purple-gold gourd hung upside down in the air, spewing red flames from the mouth of the basin-sized gourd!

That flame was like a fiery red dragon, constantly devouring everything in heaven and earth!

Around this fire dragon, nine golden short swords are flying, these nine golden swords are like soul seducers from hell shuttling through the world, and every time they pass through, they will take a human life!

Countless people lay in pools of blood, one after another, the blood was extremely dazzling in the firelight, and the world became a sea of blood and fire, and the strong smell of blood was so strong that people couldn't breathe.

Meng Yang looked at those familiar faces, those people who lost their lives in an instant seemed to be looking at him, those helpless and innocent eyes, making Meng Yang feel that his heart and lungs were stinging like a burning pain, it was a deep stabbing pain to the soul, Meng Yang's fists were pinched by the clenched nails, but he didn't notice it.

Meng Yang was in this place where the fire dragon was ravaging, his heart was like a knife but he couldn't do anything, what kind of torture and helplessness was that!

Suddenly, a pair of eyes that Meng Yang felt extremely familiar flashed in front of Meng Yang, he was so anxious that he hurriedly opened his arms, but unfortunately the outstretched arm couldn't keep anything, he shouted out in a hurry: "Don't ——————!!!"

Once again, Monyan woke up from a nightmare, sweaty.

Looking around blankly, the morning breeze blew in from the two broken doors of the empty dilapidated mountain temple hall like a knife, and Meng Yang was excited, and he could not completely recover from the nightmare just now.

The nightmare of the fire had been with him for sixteen years, almost once a month, but Monyan had never been able to find the cause.

Especially the eyes that appeared at the end of every nightmare, he tried his best to see clearly and wanted to keep, he always felt that those eyes were of great importance to him, but unfortunately, every time this dream came to an abrupt end, it had been like this for sixteen years.

Meng Yang was a little helpless. What exactly does this dream mean, why does he keep having this dream, Meng Yang doesn't know the reason, but over the years, he has been filled with endless curiosity about this mysterious and terrifying dream, and he believes that one day, he will unveil the strange veil of this mysterious dream, just like he is convinced that he can pass the selection of the fairy gate!

Got up and wiped the cold sweat on his face, Meng Yang calmed down, there are still many things waiting for him to do today, and Meng Yang didn't put any more thought into this inexplicable nightmare that had entangled him for more than ten years.

Thinking of his immortal selection plan, he had to put these spirit stones into the shabby cloth bag left by the old man, put those poisonous fangs in it, wrapped the complete blue wolf skin on his shoulder with a rag, stroked the tongs on his waist, took a deep breath Meng Yang walked towards Stride Meteor Town.

The reason why Ink Ancient Town is called an ancient town is mainly because of its antique architecture, which is quite different from other small towns, and it is said that some of the oldest buildings are even more than 1,000 years old.

For example, the huge castle that covers an area of more than 40 acres where Lord Situ lives is the oldest building in the town.

"The sun is setting in the west ridge, and the ravines are already twilight. The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind spring is full of clear listening. ”

This huge castle is called the "Wind Spring".

Every day, there is an endless stream of people entering and leaving the "Fengquan" castle, and the young Meng Yang has long been accustomed to the rule that power derives wealth, not to mention, if you want to be successfully selected into a certain immortal gate this time, it is absolutely impossible to use your brains without making great efforts.

Looking at the wealthy nobles who came to the town from afar to participate in the selection of the Xianmen, and drove the gifts of the big cart into the wind spring, Meng Yang felt more and more pressured.

No matter what, if you don't try it with all your might, Meng Yang will never be reconciled!

Rather than just stay in this small place and wait for old age to die or accidentally die in the Fallen Soul Mountains, Meng Yang was not reconciled.

It's not that he has a lofty ideal in his heart, he always feels like an old man who has never walked out of Ink Town in his life, has never eaten a good one in his life, and has never worn a good one, and his life is really boring to the extreme.

Entering the Immortal Gate to cultivate, on the one hand, he was certainly influenced by those divine stories, but more importantly, Meng Yang had happened to see those strongmen who flew with the sword several times, which simply made him admire the five bodies to the ground.

While walking towards the Shocking Elixir Pharmacy, while greeting the owners of the shops on the left and right of the street, Meng Yang secretly thought to himself.

I heard that Lord Situ's wife was the behind-the-scenes operator of this Xianmen selection, but when he saw the gifts that people from afar sent to Fengquan's cart and cart to make Meng Yang embarrassed, he was not at all sure at all, and he didn't know what gift to give Mrs. Liu to impress her, but unfortunately Meng Yang, who has always been alone, has a good reputation in this town, but there are very few people who have really interacted, maybe this time he has to find a way to find a way for the shopkeeper Liu.

Shopkeeper Liu is not only from a certain secret sect, but the most important thing is that he has always been good to Meng Yang, he is knowledgeable and knows almost everything, so maybe he can find a way?

Walking into the shocking door, a young man greeted him with a smile: "Little Brother Meng is here, what is the big gain this time?"

Meng Yang smoothed the cloth ball on his shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't make fun of my little nail, by the way, is the shopkeeper Liu there?"

The little nail circled around Meng Yang, and finally didn't lift the cloth ball to see what was going on, pointed to the back door and whispered: "The shopkeeper got up early in the morning to make something in his room, I don't dare to provoke him, haha, anyway, he likes you so much, you go in and find him yourself, I still have to count the goods, so I won't accompany you in!"

"Thank you, little nail, please eat roast chicken in the evening, I'll go first!" Meng Yang said loudly, pushing open the back door and walking towards the room where Shopkeeper Liu was.

"Forget it, you guy talked too much?———— "Little Nail muttered stupidly, and went off to work.

Walking to the door of the shopkeeper Liu, Meng Yang put down the cloth ball, tidied up the clothes, and after realizing that there was nothing wrong, he knocked on the door lightly and asked, "Is the shopkeeper Liu there?"

It was only after a long time that a clear bass voice came, but he was a little tired, "Is it Xiaomeng? Come in————

Meng Yang then carried the cloth ball and gently pushed the door in.

Meng Yang has been to this room many times, but he has always been quite polite in front of Shopkeeper Liu, mainly because Shopkeeper Liu is a person he sincerely respects, and he is also one of the few people who treat him very well, although Shopkeeper Liu has never shown his unique methods of immortal cultivators in front of Meng Yang, but Meng Yang is more and more full of awe of him.

Walking into the house, Meng Yang saw that Shopkeeper Liu was busy in front of a Dan stove in a small room next to the living room, and he didn't dare to disturb, so he stood outside and watched quietly.

Shopkeeper Liu said to himself: "It seems that if the most important introduction is missing, this Dan is a waste." Oh, Xiao Meng, why is it so early today?"

Meng Yang bowed down and hugged his fists and said, "Old Liu, are you always alchemy?" Meng Yang, who looked curious, saw the scene of alchemy for the first time.

Shopkeeper Liu stood up, nodded, and then stood in front of Meng Yang, and glanced at Meng Yang a few times with some regret, "It's a pity that my door rules are too strict, otherwise the old man really wants to accept a disciple like you, yes, the old man has been refining a new elixir recently, no, it failed again." By the way, is there anything important about finding the old man?"

Meng Yang followed Shopkeeper Liu to the living room, and after Shopkeeper Liu sat down, he waved his hand very casually and said, "Sit down and talk, you don't have to be so polite in front of the old man." ”

Meng Yang didn't dare to hit the snake and sat down on the ground with the stick, and even said that he didn't dare, so he opened the cloth and said, "Old Liu, what do you think of this piece of fur?"

A very intact iron-backed blue wolf fur appeared in front of Shopkeeper Liu's eyes, which made his eyes light up, and he stepped forward a few steps forward and grabbed the fur and praised: "Tsk, yes, yes, this should be the iron-backed blue wolf who is about to advance to the third order, Xiao Meng, you kid is good at kung fu, such a fierce guy dares to hunt alone, yes, how about giving you fifteen spirit stones?"

Originally, I thought that this piece of skin would be three or five spirit stones at most, but I didn't expect that Shopkeeper Liu would give the price of fifteen spirit stones, Meng Yang blushed and said: "Old Liu, don't always take care of me so deliberately, this..." Where is this fur worth so much money?"

"Haha, you kid, I like your sincerity. It's not the old man who takes care of you, this beast seems to be about to be promoted, and there is a lot of aura hidden on his fur, you don't understand this, so if you give you fifteen spirit stones, the old man will take advantage of you, by the way, your kid is not injured, right?"

Meng Yang's heart warmed, shook his head, and then carefully took out the poisonous claws from the cloth bag on his waist and handed them to Shopkeeper Liu.