With this spirit of steel walls, he finally waited for the perfect opportunity given to him by God to capture Jiang Rong, and successfully sent Jiang Rong and Fan Xiaoqi to this 'Blackwater Island Air Prison' that will never come out.

After that, Yan Bing finally saved some face for himself, and he could enter and exit all areas of the upper class again with his head held high. In the search operation a few days ago, although Yan Bing did not find the 'mysterious mechanism' that everyone expected, he seemed to have received something better than sending the 'mysterious mechanism', the mysterious ceramic bottle with exquisite workmanship.

Ever since he had quietly taken the bottle home, and had not opened it despite a lot of effort, Yan Bing had hidden the ceramic bottle in a large locked wooden box under his bed. He plans to wait a while to think of a good way to open the bottle cap before trying again.

However, on the fifth day after he hid the mysterious ceramic bottle in a large wooden box, while his stomach was sleeping in his bedroom that night, an unexpected scene happened. He was half-asleep and half-awake, and faintly felt a faint fluorescence in the house. Since he was sleeping in a daze, he didn't react to the faint fluorescence at first. But as time passed, the fluorescence became stronger and stronger, and although Yan Bing was in a state of confusion, this long-term anomaly finally prompted him to gradually wake up with doubts.

When he was finally fully conscious and aware of the anomaly, he sat up straight from the bed.

Where did the light come from? Oh my God, it's incredible!

So, Yan Bing hurriedly got out of bed and quickly and vigilantly searched for the source of fluorescence in the room. It wasn't long before he found out. The growing fluorescence came from the large, locked wooden box under his bed.

What will glow automatically?...... Oh yes, that one just dug up the ceramic bottle!

Thinking of this, Yan Bing quickly took out the key and opened the large wooden box under the bed. He then confirmed with his own eyes that his guess was correct. The 'mysterious ceramic bottle' was in the large wooden box at this time, and its whole body was emitting a brighter light blue fluorescence. Yan Bing carefully took out the 'ceramic bottle' from the large wooden box, and held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The ceramic bottle is emitting a pale green light all around, especially at the mouth of the bottle, which makes the light appear brighter and more dazzling. Yan Bing couldn't help but carefully touched the mouth of the bottle, and to his surprise, the originally tightly sealed bottle mouth actually became loose at this time.

So, Yan Bing effortlessly turned and opened the cap of the ceramic bottle and looked inside. Inside was some pale green, fluorescent liquid.

Yan Bing took the bottle and looked at it carefully for a long time, and after a full ten minutes of curious looking, he finally closed the cap.

It's incredible! What is this light? Is it an unknown force, or is it ......

Yan Bing put the bottle back in the big wooden box, lay on the bed, and thought about it. Unfortunately, his speculations were unconvincing, so it wasn't long before he finally fell asleep in bed again.

When he woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that his body had become much lighter and stronger.

Oh my God, what's going on? Could it be...... That ceramic bottle, it gives me strength?

The fact that shocked him made his mind go back to the past.

It was a chilly winter a few decades ago. At that time, Yan Bing was still an immature teenager, and one day, Yan Bing hurried along the wall with a bowl of chicken soup, avoiding the disciples who were practicing.

"Huh! Isn't this Xinmu's super shit!"

Yan Bing lowered his head and pretended not to hear, and walked forward with a quickened pace. Seeing his disciples, they all snickered and pointed. Yan Bing, the stupidest disciple in the history of his family, has been practicing for more than ten years, and he has not even started the most basic quenching body foundation, he only knows how to chop wood and knife techniques, and even the disciples who have just started can't beat it, breaking the record of all the waste in the family, and becoming a veritable super waste.

"Stop!" a young man in gold put away his knife and shouted, it was the young master of the family, Hu Bo.

Yan Bing stopped, holding the chicken soup in both hands, and slowly turned his body, he didn't want to offend this person, and shouted with a wrinkled face, "Young master!"

"Bring it and I'll see it!"

"A bowl of chicken broth. ”

"Young master, this waste actually stole chicken soup!" A person next to Hu Bo stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xin Mu, deliberately provoking. "No! I don't. This is just a little bit of the bottom of the pot!" Yan Bing looked at the man fiercely, and his voice suddenly raised. Hu Bo walked up to Xin Mu and patted him on the head, "Little bastard, what are you yelling about, and you're going to see Yan Tie's old waste?"

"Don't scold my dad!"

"Phew, he's your father, I'm still your grandfather!" Hu Bo spat at the faintly oily chicken soup. This bowl of chicken soup was made up by Yan Bing who finally picked up some pot bottoms in the dining room, mixed some water, and prepared to give it to his father to try, but he didn't expect to be spit on by Hu Bo, and he couldn't help but be angry, and scolded "You die!" Splashed a bowl of chicken soup on Hu Bo and waved the bowl.

"You are looking for death!" Hu Bo is the young master of the Southern Wilderness Gate, he is arrogant and willful on weekdays, no one dares to provoke him, how can he be insulted like this, he scolded angrily and kicked Xin Mu. "Wow!" There was a muffled sound, Yan Bing gritted his teeth and stuck in place, and threw the bowl out. Hu Bo turned to one side, easily dodged, secretly urged the Yuan Force of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and flew up and kicked Yan Bing's abdomen. Yan Bing flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground, a trace of coolness with a faint fishy smell flowed out of the corners of his mouth, his eyes turned black, and he fainted.

"Rubbish! vulnerable, and dare to fight me. Hu Bo scolded, walked to Yan Bing's side and kicked a few times, venting the anger in his heart. Everyone looked at Yan Bing, who was vomiting blood, shook their heads and sighed again and again, and turned around and dispersed. No one came to support him, no one cared about his life or death, because no one wanted to be in the company of waste.

In the middle of the sound, Yan Bing got up, slapped the dust on his body, and in the laughter of everyone, walked to the corner of the South Wilderness Gate, walked into a dilapidated house, lifted a wooden plank, and walked in. This is the dungeon of Nanhuangmen, but there is no one to guard it, and there is only one person locked up in the dungeon, whose name is Yan Tie, Yan Bing's father.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Well, I've told you how many times you don't have to come to see me every month. A small window of a large iron door in the dungeon showed a half-old face covered in scars, "Are they nice to you?"

"Very well, Daddy, tell me about you. ”

"Hey!" Xin Tie sighed, and his ugly old face disappeared into the darkness.

"Dad, why don't you tell me? Why are you locked up here?" Yan Bing shouted at the iron gate, but when his father didn't answer, he could only walk out of the dungeon with a depressed face and come to the Nanhuang River where there was no one. The river is sparkling, and the leaves on both sides are rustling, making it even quieter. He sat on a stone and scolded himself for being useless, "I can't remember anything, I can't learn anything, is it really a waste? No! I'm not a waste, I'm not a mongrel!" Yan Bing roared, jumped into the water, threw himself into the gentle embrace of the river, savored the comfort of this moment, and slowly swam into the distance.

"Ahh Xin Mu was curious for a moment, and swam past the voice, and the voice became louder and louder, as if something painful happened.

Yan Bing plunged into the water suddenly, diving towards the birthplace of the sound, under the stone arch bridge, Xin Mu stretched out his hand and touched the shore, poked his head out with a "bang", a slightly red face in front of him, his eyes were blurred, his nose wings were slightly open, and his lips were slightly open, and the voice came from here!

Cui Die, the wife of the master of the Southern Wilderness Gate, bent over and bowed, propped up on the stones by the river with both hands, and the one standing behind him was not the master of the Gate, Hu Xiaoshan, but Ye Fei, the senior brother of the Southern Wilderness Gate. Yan Bing was stunned, and a fool could see what was going on, so he reflexively swam back.

"He saw it!" Cui Die gasped, his face panicked.

"Don't run away!" Ye Fei roared. Yan Bing dared to hesitate, desperately fetched water with his hands and feet, climbed onto the riverbank, and ran back to the dining room with a smoke.

When the people in the dining room saw the wet Xin Mu, they scolded, "Waste firewood! Run to the wilderness again! Hurry up and light the fire." Yan Bing didn't say anything, turned around and went out to pick up a bundle of firewood and came back. After a while, I heard the voice of Senior Brother Ye Fei outside, "What about that waste! I'm happy today, come and teach him a few tricks." ”

"Senior Brother Ye, how can you have time to come to the dining room of the Black Tiger Hall today!" Everyone in the dining room except Xin Mu ran out to pay respects. Senior Brother can't afford to offend, no matter his status or the cultivation level of the Rehmannia Realm, he is absolutely authoritative in the Southern Wilderness Gate. When a few people heard that the senior brother was looking for waste, they hurriedly ran into the house and pulled Xin Mu to the courtyard.

"Senior brother, I didn't see anything!"

"Little bastard! What nonsense are you talking about! Senior brother saw that you were not successful, and he felt uncomfortable, so he came here today to teach you a few tricks. Give him a knife!"

Several people hurriedly found a broken knife and handed it to Yan Bing. Ye Fei raised the gilded knife, flashing with contemptuous golden light, slashed at Yan Bing, the shot was a killing move, this knife is not much stronger than the broken knife in Yan Bing's hand, in fact, one is a fourth-grade gilded knife, and the other is just a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron, which cannot be compared at all.

Yan Bing was already angry, Ye Fei came to ask for his life again, he was really a weak person who was bullied everywhere............!

The stars are full of sky, and the night is like water. Xin Mu lay in the firewood room, through the broken window of the firewood room, quietly watching the bright full moon in the sky. Stretched out his hand and took out a ring-like pendant from his chest, dark and heavy without a trace of light, no texture can be seen, not stone or wood, like iron and stone, slightly exuding a faint fragrance.

"This is the only relic your mother left you. When Xin Mu first found out that he had this ring around his neck, this is what his father, who was locked up in the dungeon, told him.

"Why are you locked up in the dungeon?Who is your mother?How did she die?" Xin Mu asked these three questions countless times, and the father in the dungeon always shook his head and said, "You are still young, and there are many things that you still don't need to know!"

Granny Hao, who raised him, once told him, "Your mother died in childbirth, and your father is a big hero!

Later, his mother-in-law died, and Xin Mu completely became a wild child who no one cared about and no one loved, and suffered from being snubbed, sneering and insulting, and the only thing that silently accompanied him was the ring left by his mother. Since he was a child, he has hung it around his neck with hemp rope, treating it as a treasure and cherishing it as his life.

"Is it that it protects itself today, is it the mother who has appeared? By the light of the moon, Xin Mu carefully measured the ring, and there were no words or drawings on it, only some extremely thin and strange lines that twisted and twisted.

Xin Mu stroked it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it, and couldn't help but gently put it on the thumb of his right hand, and then raised his hand to his mouth and kissed it.

The strange ring suddenly buzzed, and the black threads floated out, flowing up the body along the thumb and arm, and where it passed, it was like falling cold ice, Xin Mu was startled, and quickly picked it down, but found that he had lost this opportunity, his body suddenly tightened, and the cold breath had instantly flowed all over his body, and his arms, legs, feet, and fingers suddenly lost their vitality, and the skin, blood veins, and muscles froze layer by layer, and before he could feel the pain, he lost consciousness.

In the moonlight, Xin Mu's whole body was shiny, and his hair, eyebrows, and clothes were covered with hoarfrost. Then the cold air was retracted and drilled into the body, and the internal organs, muscles, bones, and bone marrow instantly froze into a glacier, "Click! click!" The small voice echoed softly, as if it sounded outside the body.

Xin Mu's brain is still awake, but he can't perceive his body, just like the body doesn't exist, only the awake brain remains, and he doesn't know if he is dead or alive, this feeling is indescribably weird. Minute by second, moment by moment, time is as slow as a snail, which makes people maddened.

Suddenly, the ring buzzed again, and a stream of golden sè air, with a scorching breath, rushed out of the ring, forming a house-sized ball of gold sè light to wrap around Xin Mu, slowly rotating, and all the firewood and grass in the firewood room floated, like a huge formation, slowly rotating with the heat flow of Jin sè.

The heat of gold slowly seeps into every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone. Xin Mu felt that his whole body had begun to melt and melt, little by little, inch by inch, the flesh, blood, muscles and bones, and even the hair, all that was gone! Only a vague consciousness remained, wondering if everything that had happened was a dream or an illusion!

The broken window of the firewood house in the south wilderness gate revealed a golden light, fortunately no one came to this broken firewood room at night, otherwise I don't know what kind of turmoil it would cause. A huge golden silkworm cocoon in the firewood room rotated rapidly, emitting a dazzling golden light, slowly tightened, shrinking smaller and smaller, shrinking smaller and smaller, the outline of the Xin Mu gradually appeared, the bronze skin showed robustness, the rigid body lines exuded strength, and there was a faint trace of Yuan Force fluctuations announcing the end of a realm.