A pine and cypress towering, more than the ancient stone road is extremely black, and carved with the stone ornaments of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, there are few distant flickering, flickering and converging twilight beams, in order to blur into the eye, the roadside planting all kinds of fragrant flowers are lush, thousands of insects and butterflies fly in the night sky.

The warrior carefully stepped on the ancient road and walked slowly, and suddenly a dusty palace stood out, surrounded by thick ancient vines and grassy, more like an abandoned castle, all desolate.

How to hide the fear and timidity, this place is like a time retreat, but also like an ancient ruin, "Where is this, am I dreaming, or am I dead?" ”

"This is the Qi Temple, you are finally here, I have been waiting here for more than 10,000 years. A woman's voice was shadowless, and the voice was rippling, like a strange sound in the underworld, like an eternal resentful spirit crying, and like a god of death calling, so terrified that the pine leaves fell, the butterflies fled, and even the thick stone path trembled, and the sky and the earth began to swing slightly.

The panicked eyes turned around, the hair stood upside down, there was no sound except for the vegetation, although the feet were a little trembling, but they were decorated with a picture of righteousness and ambition, and said ignorantly: "I am not afraid of heaven and earth, Hugh has to pretend to be a ghost here, I am not afraid of you, you will come."

A hot wind whistling, dawn hair, an ethereal dark solitary shadow broke through the dust, so terrifying, that terrifying voice turned into a little warmth, a little affinity in the power, and whispered: "Master, I am a pre-spirit parasitic in the sword, ten thousand years ago my master ordered the slave and maid to wait for you here, teach the peerless secret, assist the monarch to dominate the spirit, and achieve the immortal star king." ”

Rubbing the flesh of the arm deeply, "Ah" the pain is long, this is really not a dream, but a real world.

More and more strange changes, like streams into the sea, ants into elephants, from childhood to inherit science education, do not be superstitious warriors a little uneasy, as Hong Han said, but not nothing, is not the world's misfortunes are the beginning, if true, and now how to be good.

Now there is only one gamble, life or death, what is the fear of death, you can really save the common people, what is wrong with being a cow as a servant, the top priority is to know the truth first, "Since you say that you are a prophet, all true and false, you have to have evidence? Do you want me to respect when I hear it? You have to give me a pious reason, if not, don't talk about it,"

The warrior arrogantly glanced at the vague shadow in front of him, but his heart was turbulent, for fear of being recognized by the other party, he took out a cigarette casually, and the trembling lighter was reignited several times before it was ignited.

The Lord is the king, the servant is the slave, and the dust is the dust, Allah is coming, no one is convinced, just like this ruffian man who has no cultivation in front of him, as the pre-spirit of the consummation of the battle saint has to bow down and pay respect, it can be said that the soul of the eternal ages, in exchange for the Heavenly Demon Star, such fears are afraid that they have long died in the spring of the underworld.

"If the master doesn't believe it, the slave can give a little bit and hope that the master will smile. ”

Then he lit a cigarette again, the smoke was sultry, and he really regarded himself as a celestial respect, proud of things, such as the rich overlord nodded slightly, "Well, since you want to show your talent so much, then please take care of yourself." ”

"Master, look at the stout pines and cypresses beside the road, I only need to wave my sleeves to break in seconds,"

Although he was a little surprised, he was still pretending to be proud, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "Please." ”

The faintly looming figure meditated cross-legged, his palms swirled in front of his chest, waving a trace of black aura like ink handwriting marks, with countless fallen leaves volleying in the air, and then quickly converged, and in an instant the palm condensed a ball of poundy and thin battle qi like a round non-oval, so blazing, no, the black battle qi is still stronger in seconds, growing rapidly, until it can be as big as a basketball court, and the terrifying aura gradually spreads, whirring, rolling up layers of air waves, a hundred flowers pour into the sky, pines and cypresses shake wildly, and butterflies and insects have been blown away.

"Bang" dark as carbon as the battle qi rushed to the pine forest with leaves, "bang bang" ten thousand pine desoiling roots, relaxed in the air, "shiver" thin fallen leaves like a sharp scimitar, the thick cypress wood cut into ashes, fluttering and falling, like snowflakes like white foam falling all over the territory, the unique Anangshi road line sandwiched until there is nothing.

This is incredible, the power is terrifying and chilling, what was originally a domain with lush vegetation and charming flowers has been reduced to a debris pavement, and the warrior has a burst of hair, and quickly gets up, obviously losing color, "You are really a foreshadowing?"

"Slave and maid are indeed, what does the master command?"

If the real gold is not fake, get this slave against the sky, how can there be no reason, why not do it, in the future, there will be this slave who is not comparable to the magic to call, then it is not allowed to laugh at the world, let alone the day of the beast, thinking of the beast, the warrior can't help but grit his teeth: "Now I order you to kill the fierce beasts that are doing evil on the earth, and leave no one behind, until they are slaughtered." ”

The beast is so arrogant and terrible, it can really kill but the world is peaceful, everything seems to be unsatisfactory, and the foresoul has more than enough strength to say: "Master, it's not that the slave doesn't want to obey the fate, it's just that my body is a spirit, and I can't come out of the sword to the world, otherwise not only can I not get rid of the beast, but the slave himself will be scattered,"

The appearance of the foresoul is hope, that is, the vitality of mankind, and the whole situation can be reversed in a second, and now it is like a thunderbolt from the sky, the savior has disappeared, and the bloody killing fields will be endless, how can the warrior not be angry: "Hmph! ”

As a premonition, how could he not realize that the warrior was eager for revenge, He Zeng didn't want to share his worries for the master, and sighed because of the limitations of the origin, "Master, I can parasitize on your dantian to help you repair the war and help you break through the bottleneck, which is also the mission of the slave family,"

Although he was born with a tiger body and a dragon body, he was muscular, but he was too weak in the face of fierce beasts, and there was really a spirit of exterminating heavenly beasts parasitic on himself, although he couldn't slaughter the beasts, but why not.

The word "cultivation war" seems to be extremely bewildering, what is the spirit of war? How can it be cultivated? Like a novel or a science fiction, it is more like a myth, not to mention a myth, these are not all embraced by the virtual world, and how can they exist in real civilization. Full of doubts: "I don't understand what you're talking about, what kind of weapon is the cultivation war? What is the bottleneck? Can you come one by one?"

A human at the bottom of the well, how can he know the immeasurable heavenly dome, the sea is difficult to explain: "Master, you will slowly know these in the future, the battle qi can move the stars and change the moon, and the strong are even more dominant in the galaxy, and the slave now beats the one-ten-thousandth of the heaven and earth aura stored in the sword of the previous master into your dantian, helping you to enter the beginning of the cultivation war, you can know why you are cultivating the war." ”

Maybe we're just another creature, we don't know each other, and if what the forespirits say is true, there's no way to try it: "Tsk! One in 10,000 is too small, but the black cat and the white cat are a good cat if they catch a mouse, brother, wait, although it is,"

"&&&" She seemed to be chanting some incantation, and the fonts that seemed to be like characters from the shadows crowded back and forth all over the space, shining with all kinds of fiery red beams, like starry sky, like stage lights.

"Ah, let me down. A super tornado struck, screaming like thunder, rolling up the entire rune and wooden pillars, and the ignorant warrior did not get rid of the ignorant warrior, his eyes turned around, his head was dizzy, and he shouted hoarsely.

The whirlwind is continuing, the dross is swept away, only a black shadow and the ancient road still belong to the ground, and the rapidly rotating characters rush into the warrior dantian in a very orderly manner one by one, like a huge night pearl shining under the umbilicus, and is still slowly expanding, with the potential to spread the whole body.

There was a loud "click", as if some porcelain had broken and broken.

"I can't stand it, it hurts so much, you slave keeps saying that I am your master, how can you treat your master like this. "The warrior's dantian swelled and cracked, and the characters were like a huge container filled with 10,000 degrees of high temperature, magma and molten iron suddenly collapsed, quickly flowing through every limb, and quickly turned into a fire man with teeth and claws in the whirlwind, obviously in pain, unable to survive, and unable to die.

The size of the dantian can measure the talent of each cultivator, and it is related to the cultivation in the next life, whether or not he can cultivate a king of all people, and the reason is very important.

However, if the dantian is broken or cracked, it will not be able to save the aura of heaven and earth, resulting in a lifetime of no cultivation, and what will come will be a bloody slave life, and if you are beaten, you will not be able to backhand, and you will be slaughtered by others and become the soul of others, and you will wear a robe of waste and shame for the rest of your life, and live a low-level life.