In late autumn, the remnant sun is like blood, and the bleak is like a blade.

Halfway up a towering mountain, a thin and yellow-faced young man lay in a field of yellow and clear rice, with his legs crossed, his arms resting under his head, and a stick of grass in his mouth.

"Hey, I've been in this world for two years, and I really don't know when I'll be able to make a big come. The man muttered, absolutely surprised if someone else heard it.

Zhou Meng, an authentic Chinese from Earth, crossed over here because of an accident and occupied the body of an unlucky ghost also named Zhou Meng.

Standing up, Zhou Meng slapped the dust on his body, and a pair of Danfeng eyes stared at the hazy mountain peaks shrouded in fog in the distance, and a touch of frenzy quietly flashed.

"When will I be able to enter there, won't I die of happiness!" Zhou Meng muttered, the mountain he was staring at was the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, one of the four major sects in the Eastern Regions of the Continent, and it was a holy place in the hearts of everyone in the entire Eastern Regions.

And Zhou Meng is regarded as a miscellaneous servant of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, responsible for planting spiritual rice, which is the yellow and clear grain rice in front of him, which contains a trace of heaven and earth aura, which has been used by the Nine Heavens Taishang Palace to exert supreme magical powers and be dedicated to the disciples in the palace.

Suddenly, a golden bell sounded softly in the distant peaks, and the sound was far away, as if it came from the ancient times, and people could wash away all the distracting thoughts in their hearts when they heard it.

Zhou Meng's yellow face suddenly had a hint of redness, and after hearing the bell, he hurriedly took out a golden talisman from his arms, and the talisman automatically broke free of Zhou Meng's hand and floated into the air, a dull golden cloud flashed around it.

Wow.

The talisman suddenly disappeared, and at the moment of disappearance, rain fell from the sky over the entire Lingmi field and irrigated the Lingmi field.

This is the spiritual talisman issued by the disciples in the palace to Zhou Meng, every day when the golden bell rings, take out the talisman will automatically make sunlight, or rain, or fertilizer to irrigate the spiritual rice field, so that it can grow in a short period of time.

"It's grown, I'll go to the palace again today!" Zhou Meng looked at the spiritual rice that gradually became golden in the rain, and couldn't help but be happy, every time the spiritual rice matured, they would be led by the outer disciples of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace to transport the spiritual rice to the palace, which was also the only time that Zhou Meng could enter the palace and appreciate the demeanor of the big people in his eyes.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a person to come to Zhou Meng's side, this person was wearing a white robe, his burly body was like an iron pagoda, and his eyebrows were high.

"Zhou Meng, not bad, this time the Lingtian you are responsible for, the output is still in the top three, let's go, this time I will give you a creation." Zhang Tong smiled slightly, turned his palm into a knife, and a gang qi suddenly flew out, cutting off all the spiritual rice with one palm.

All the Lingmi automatically flew to a huge wooden car, Zhou Meng ran to the car very well, held the handlebar firmly with both hands, and then pulled the car and followed Zhang Tong.

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother. While walking Zhou Meng, Zhang Tong said that he wanted to give himself a great creation, I don't know what it is, whether he can let himself enter the mysterious torrent.

Zhang Tong smiled slightly: "No thanks, these are what you earned yourself." ”

The two of them came to a large open space in this way, and there were already more than 20 people waiting here with carts, all of whom were miscellaneous servants of the Nine Heavens Taishang Palace.

After Zhou Meng came, Zhang Tong nodded respectfully towards the vague mountain peak in the distance, and suddenly, a large cloud of white light appeared under everyone's feet, dragging everyone towards the mountain peak, the speed was as fast as an aurora.

By the time everyone reacted again, they had already come to the top of a fairyland-like mountain.

There are towering trees everywhere here, all of them are floating with green leaves, and the fragrance is overflowing, and one or two white cranes occasionally fly in the sky, crying again and again.

"Okay, put down Lingmi, and come here with me to receive your benefits. Zhang Tong led everyone to a room and distributed some broken spirit stones to everyone.

After everyone was sent away by Zhang Tong's supernatural powers, only Zhou Meng was left, Zhou Meng at this moment, holding two remnant spirit stones in his hands, his heart was fluttering and jumping, he knew that maybe his creation was coming.

"Zhou Meng, do you want to earn more spirit stones, open the bones in your body, and become a strong man!" Zhang Tong stared at Zhou Meng and asked word by word.

"Yes!"

Zhou Meng didn't think about it at all.

"What if, these may require you to exchange your life?" Zhang Tong still looked serious.

Life?

Zhou Meng's brain was stagnant for a moment, but then countless thoughts surged into his mind like a stormy wave, if he lived his life like this, he had no goal, he ate and waited for death every day, guarded that thin field, and obtained a little remnant spirit stone, are these what he needs?

When you get old, what can you do to show off your life to your children and grandchildren?

"I do!"

Zhou Meng nodded fiercely, Zhang Tong smiled slightly, and said casually: "In the palace, there is a group of people, known as sandbags, who are used to practice for the brothers and sisters of the outer gate, such as some new supernatural powers, of course, sandbags will also wear special armor and rattan clothes made by the palace gate, but this will still be life-threatening, but the return is very high, are you willing?"

Zhou Meng didn't think about it, he agreed directly, Zhang Tong nodded, and took Zhou Meng to a dilapidated courtyard in the southeast corner of the palace gate, where all the "sandbags" of the Nine Heavens Taishang Palace lived.

There are more than 20 sandbags in the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, the leader of which is named Li Fan, Zhang Tong told Zhou Meng that Li Fan has officially stepped into the bone realm, and even opened ten bones, if he can open to thirty, it is possible for the carp to jump into the dragon gate and become a disciple of the outer gate.

That night, Zhou Meng was arranged in this oversized dilapidated dormitory and received a set of black rattan armor, but he found that this group of "sandbags" sat cross-legged in their beds every night, cultivating, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, trying to open the bones, hoping to become outer disciples.

The next day, the sun was rising, and the red-gold luster rendered half of the sky, Zhou Meng got up with more than two dozen sandbags and came to a huge flat ground like a knife, where there were seven or eight outer disciples, all of them were extremely fierce, and there was a trace of fierceness between their eyebrows.

"Yo, there is a new sandbag, haha, yes, I want to try it, sir, to see how good his fighting ability is. One of the teenagers, dressed in purple and with an arrogant face, stretched out his finger and hooked Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng sighed in his heart, the secret way is not good, it seems that he is not good.

"Senior brother, my name is Zhou Meng. Zhou Meng said respectfully, but was interrupted impatiently by the purple-clothed young man.

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in hearing your name, it's just a sandbag, stand firm for the master!" the young man walked to Zhou Meng's side, smiled slightly, and the cold light in his eyes exploded.

"Oh my God, this new sandbag is too unlucky, my junior brother just killed a sandbag four days ago, I think this newcomer is probably going to follow in his footsteps. ”

"The junior brother has opened more than one hundred and eighty bones, and he is also a master in the bone realm, this new sandbag, I don't think it can withstand the blow of the junior brother. ”

The other outer disciples all shook their heads, and there was also a trace of fear in the eyes of the other sandbags, including Li Fan, who knew the ferocity of the purple-clothed young man very well.

"If you can block the master's palm, you won't die, it's your fate!" The purple-clothed young man sneered slightly, and then his white palm was raised and shook in front of Zhou Meng's eyes.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a majestic and vast momentum burst out from the purple-clothed young man's palm, and the white palm seemed to turn into a huge mountain, which had reached Zhou Meng's chest in the blink of an eye, and slammed into his body.

Click.

The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded, Zhou Meng's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, he fell and fell, a full dozen meters, and then smashed to the ground, the rattan armor on his chest had been broken, his shirt had become powder, and his chest was a huge palm print, black and blue, and Zhou Meng's mouth was overflowing with black blood, and the whole person was lying on the ground as if he was dead.

"It's dead, the junior brother's Qingshan palm has been practiced, and this young man doesn't complain when he dies!"

An outer disciple muttered, and a trace of disgust rose in the purple-clothed young man's eyes: "Hmph, sweeping the surname of the young master, what a waste, you throw him to the back mountain!"

As he spoke, Zhou Meng's body suddenly moved, and then he sat up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

Just now, Zhou Meng felt the call of death, and when the purple-clothed young man slapped him, he felt that his body seemed to hit a train that was speeding rapidly, and after hitting himself with a palm, he felt that his body was torn apart by a powerful force.

Fist violence, palm restraint.

Palm, most of the blows were internal injuries, Zhou Meng felt that all his internal organs were shattered, but at that moment, he actually felt that there was a very familiar and kind thing in his body, and he was about to be awakened, and the palm he received, the damage was also converted into a heat to make up for his body.

Fantastic!

Never before!

"Haha, good, good, what a sandbag, it can actually block the master and my palm, no, this is barberry pill, take it to take it to nourish your body, tomorrow the master will come to you again, haha!" The purple-clothed young man flicked his fingers, and a milky white pill shot directly into Zhou Meng's hand, and the outer disciples walked away.

Barberry Dan!

Zhou Meng's pale face was excited, this is a good elixir, after a mortal takes it, he can directly step into the bone meridian, as powerful as a cow, and he can directly open the first bone, it is really a great disaster to not die, there will be a blessing in the future!

Just when Zhou Meng was extremely excited, suddenly the barberry pill in his hand was forcibly taken away by a person, Zhou Meng raised his head and looked at it fiercely, it was Li Fan, the sandbag who was most promising to become a disciple of the outer sect.

"How can you have this thing?" Li Fan smiled disdainfully and turned to leave.

Zhou Meng was suddenly furious: "Bastard, this is what I bought with my life, give it back to me!" As he spoke, Zhou Meng was about to get up and rush towards Li Fan, but he was kicked back.

The already weak body was injured by this heavy blow again, and Zhou Meng fell directly to the ground, but the force of that kick entered the body, and it turned into a trace of weak strength to supplement his body.

At this moment, Zhou Mengleng was stunned, could it be that he could devour other people's attacks and replace them with his own strength?

"Haha, you kind of waste, you can't say anything!" Li Fan laughed with a group of sandbags and left.

Zhou Meng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were scarlet, like a barbarian beast, staring at Li Fan's departing figure: "Li Fan, I will definitely kill you with my own hands and let you be torn to pieces!"

The voice was eerie, like a ghost asking for his life, turbulent in the bleak wind.

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