In the middle of the night, instead of stopping, the wind and rain became stronger.

Outside the cave, the cold wind roared, the rain was pouring down, and the whole world was covered in darkness and rain.

The cave is filled with a strong smell of blood.

The remains of a few leftover wolves were tossed aside, blood flowing freely beneath them, and soon solidified into a colloidal form.

In addition to this, there is a shivering leopard.

Cowering motionless in the corner, not even daring to let out a loud wail.

It followed the bloody breath, and originally thought that it would be able to snatch some food from the mouth of the red-capped gray wolf, but after entering the cave in a reckless manner, it was horrified to find that the entire wolf pack was actually the source of food.

And the cause of all this is the man in white clothes and white robes, who seems to be a little abnormal.

With its extremely limited intellect, and the analysis of survival experience passed down from generation to generation, once it sees these two-legged creatures, the best option is to turn around and run away, and completely do not put itself in danger for a meal.

However, in front of him, its proud speed, its sharp reflexes, turned out to be useless.

It didn't even figure out what was going on.

I felt a gust of wind howling, followed by a sudden explosion of thunder, and everything suddenly changed.

"I've been to this mountain before."

He rubbed the smooth and soft "big cat" in his hand, and said to himself in thought, "Not only are you familiar with these red-capped gray wolves, but you also seem to have had a relationship with leopards like you." ”

"What are you shaking, can you understand what I'm saying?"

He suddenly became interested, and lowered his head to take a closer look.

He even forcibly opened its eyelids to see what kind of eyes were shining inside.

"This idiot has no intelligence at all, and I almost lost my eyes."

He sighed lowly, feeling a little disappointed for some reason, "I've killed mountain wolves and caught leopards, so my identity is just a puff hunter?" ”

"Those scenes I saw in the dream just now, the confrontation with the so-called master of life and death in the endless void, are nothing more than false hallucinations made up after cranky thoughts?"

At this point, he looked down and his eyes fell on his hands rubbing smooth fur, and a puzzled expression appeared between his eyebrows again.

Wisps of heat quietly appeared from the palm of the hand, and swam along the wrist to the forearm, finally forming a cycle of Zhou Tian.

Although he didn't know what it was, he seemed to be very familiar with the heat flow, and he didn't even need to control it, he completed the cycle again and again as if he were instinctive.

Who am I.

Where am I from.

Where are you going?

He couldn't find the answers to these questions, as if his memories were completely missing from the time he woke up.

Even the heat flow in the palm of the palm like a blood line is only known but not the reason.

But the moment he discovered the blood line hot flow, he knew that these things were very important, perhaps the foundation of his own life, and the greatest hero who could kill the wolves with one enemy.

So, he's been trying to grow it.

The gap in memory is missing, and I can find an opportunity to make up for it in the future.

But if he encounters danger in this deep mountain and old forest, only the power brought by this heat current can protect his safety and ensure that he can survive the life and death crisis.

The palm is wired, bright red as blood.

So after a moment of silent thought, he renamed it Bloodline Gong.

But once this name came to mind, it didn't feel right for him, and he couldn't convince his heart no matter what.

After another period of time, he suddenly remembered that the most used fighting method when fighting the red-capped gray wolf was the fist, so he changed it to the bloodline fist.

Although it still doesn't sound quite in line with the heart, it seems to be much smoother than the original blood line work.

It wasn't until he happened to see the red hair on the top of the wolf corpse's head, and then retracted his gaze from the scarlet lines that appeared in his palm to his arm, and a light inexplicably flashed in the depths of his consciousness, dispelling all the tangled hesitations in an instant.

The palms are wired, like blood bright red.

It's better to call it a red line boxing.

"Red line boxing, it should be called red line boxing."

"If you punch out the red line, you can turn the sky upside down, this is the name that this cultivation exercise should have."

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly became much more relaxed, and there was no longer any previous hesitation, and he was not satisfied with several names one after another.

Although he still didn't know where his identity came from, and he didn't know why he woke up in the barren mountains and forests, now that he had the means to save his life and even improve his cultivation, he could continue to strengthen his strength and try to find back everything he had lost.

And before that, the most important thing is the word survival.

The so-called one is to survive, and the other is to develop.

As long as you can do these two things well, even if you end up in such a miserable situation, you can get up from where you fall, and then hope to pursue the future you want.

Time passed quietly.

It rained all night.

It wasn't until the night passed, and the sky was about to dawn, that it gradually stopped.

Whoa!

The gravel at the entrance of the cave was cleared and pushed away.

A figure in white clothes and white robes walked out with a languishing leopard.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, looking at the clear blue sky after the rain.

As the sun rises, the light pierces through the clouds, painting the entire forest with a pale gold color.

Facing the warm and bright sunshine, looking at the sun like a golden disc, he couldn't help but feel his heart swaying and flying, and he was stunned on the spot.

In the depths of his consciousness, he also seemed to feel a ray of pale golden light, as if it was about to break through the darkness and rise, illuminating a large area of the sea of knowledge.

However, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten for a long time, and he could still cast a warm and bright golden glow like the morning sun.

Little by little, time passed.

He stood on the cliff in silence, as if he had merged with the stone mountain under his feet, and turned into a lifeless stone statue.

What the hell would emit a golden glow.

And it's what he has.

Why did I search all over my body, but I didn't find the slightest clue?

He pondered and meditated, and although he was still confused, he always felt that this thing was very important to him, even more important than the cultivation method called Red Line Fist.

It must be found at all costs.

It wasn't until near noon that he suddenly woke up from his musings.

Looking down at the bottom of the cliff, his eyes followed the source of the rustling sound, and soon found a bald man in a big red robe, coming all the way south along the mountain forest path.

The strong man stopped and looked up.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance of dozens of meters.

The void of sight is intertwined, and they touch each other.

He didn't know why, the moment he saw this red monk's robe, he felt a little disgust in his heart, and it seemed to be mixed with a strange hostility, and at the same time quietly rose in the depths of his consciousness.

It seems that in the distant past, he had contact with characters who were also dressed in the same clothes, and the relationship between the two sides was still life-and-death hostility.

But then again, as a hunter begging for a living in the mountains, what happened to make him provoke a similar red-robed monk?

The strong man in the red robe clasped his hands together, and a cold smile appeared on his face, "The Great Brahma is in the sky, and Lao Wei didn't expect that this secret southward journey was so secretive, and it would be able to let you, the Southern Zhou warriors, get the news, and send people to wait in ambush among the mountains in advance." ”

"Great Brahma?"

"Southern Zhou warriors?"

"It sounds familiar, but I can't find any memories associated with it."

"Who are you, do you know who I am?"

He listened silently, and couldn't help but raise his hand to press his eyebrows, to relieve the sharp headache that suddenly exploded.

Blood poured out happily from the seven orifices, dripping down his cheeks, and in an instant, the whole person was as weird and terrifying as a ghost.

"Pretending to be a ghost, thinking that this can scare the old man?"

The strong man in the red robe sneered again, "If you don't know who you are, then let the old man send you to the underground to be a ghost, so that you can break all the obstacles to knowledge, so that you will never fall into confusion again." ”

Swish!!!

Before the sound fell, a red cloud shot out.

One moment it was in the distant forest, and the next moment it was already on the cliff.

The big hand that poked out from the sleeve of the big red robe pressed with the momentum of a landslide and a crack.

The wind howled, and the solid rocks were cut and separated, and a large cloud of smoke and dust was raised in an instant.

Blocking the figure in it, as if it was about to be crushed into powder by the palm that fell from the cover in the next moment.

Rumble!!!

Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion.

The rapidly falling red cloud burst open without warning.

Turned into a flying shredded flesh and bones, as if a rain of blood had fallen around the shattered stone wall.

But this is not the end, but only the beginning of a more violent impact.

Immediately afterwards, the tough and heavy cliff wall shattered inch by inch, and collapsed with an irreversible momentum.

The majestic shock wave spread in all directions, sweeping through a large area of mountains and forests in an instant.

The place where he passed was a mess, all the trees were uprooted, and together with the roaring rocks, they shattered and disintegrated in mid-air, and a large mountain forest was instantly razed to the ground.

After a long time, the thick smoke finally cleared.

A white outfit is revealed.

In the afternoon sun, it still looks neat and new, without even the slightest stain of filth and blood.

"That's it?"

"The tone of his voice is not small, and the movements of his movements in the air are quite swift and ethereal, and I thought that how powerful this person could be, and whether it would cause mortal threats and injuries to me.

And that's the result? Mo said that I couldn't even catch a punch in my weak and tired state, and even just a little punch was rubbed by a little fist wind, and it turned into a blood mist in the sky and was directly exploded by me. ”

He slowly withdrew the punch he had struck, and his eyes were not filled with any joy, but with a deep sense of regret.

If I knew this, I should have reined in some of my strength just now.

It's best to capture this person alive so that you can pry his mouth open and get more useful information from his mouth.

Instead of sending this guy to the western sky with one punch like now, he even wiped out a mountain in an instant.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but fall silent again.

There seems to be a slight deviation in the speculation of his identity.

After all, if it was just an ordinary hunter, it would be difficult to smash a large area of mountains and forests with one punch, let alone be able to survive this kind of impact unscathed.

Therefore, his real identity is not Orion, but the Southern Zhou General disguised as Orion?

If you don't understand, put it aside for the time being.

When the conditions are not sufficient, resolutely do not do stupid things that drill the horns of the bull.

He quickly put the matter aside for a while, and with a faint feeling in his heart, he soon found something glittering in the ruins.

It is a disc of dark gold color.

The texture is as warm as jade to the touch, and even has a hint of warmth.

It gives a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.

But that wasn't the point, what really caught his attention was the line of golden handwriting that silently appeared in front of him the moment he touched the dark gold disc.

The sunlight slanted down from the sky, reflecting on the disk, almost making him think it was a scene refracted by the dark gold disk.

But as he turned to the direction of the backlight, the small golden print was already there, and he had to overturn his judgment.

"If the Brahma gold (broken) is found, do you want to complete it?"

He stared at the incomparably familiar subjugant, and did not respond for a long time.

Little by little, time passed.

I don't know how long it took him to slowly wipe away the blood gushing out of the seven orifices, and sighed secretly.

I still can't remember, I can't remember at all.

Even as long as you follow the trail and think deeply, you feel like your soul is immediately in pain.

However, when he saw this line of small golden letters and the interface that appeared behind the handwriting, he immediately understood that this was an extremely important thing that he had recalled for a long time and could not find.

It can even be said that this is his deepest hidden hole cards and secrets.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

"Golden waves, dark nothingness, supreme domination; The mountain and forest hunters, the Great Brahma Shengtian, the Southern Zhou Martial Artists, these unrelated descriptions of wind and horses and cows, actually gathered together in one place on me at the same time, which made me more curious about my identity. ”

"If the Brahma gold (broken) is found, do you want to complete it?"

He once again focused on the golden handwriting, and after a long silence, he finally chose no.

Mainly because of memory loss, even if he wanted to complete this dark gold disk, he didn't know where to start, so it was better to skip this step and see what follow-up could occur after making a choice.

Swish......

The golden handwriting disappeared in an instant, and the illusory interface behind it suddenly became blurry.

Immediately after that, a new line of handwriting manifests.

"The Brahma gold (broken) is found, and whether it is absorbed."

He exhaled slowly, and this time he chose yes without hesitation.

Dingdingding......

In an instant, the crisp sound was endless.

It was as if the most beautiful music in the world was quietly echoing in the depths of his consciousness.

Wait until everything calms down.

He suddenly discovered that in the same golden illusory interface, there was a large gray existence that could not be touched, let alone perceived.

It's like being cut off, or covered up, erasing all the content of that area.

And he has an inexplicable feeling that this gray area has a very deep relationship with himself, and losing it is like a skyscraper being cut off from the skeleton and foundation, no matter how strong and solid it is, it can only fall apart and enter the end of collapse.

But on the edge of this chaotic gray cloud, he suddenly made an exciting discovery.

"Red practice double line, break the limit of the final stage."

"It's actually about the description interface of Red Line Fist."

"Therefore, the name I gave to that punch in the dark is not a flash of inspiration at all, but a reproduction of the content imprinted in the deepest part of my memory."

However, in the description of the red line, what does this sentence mean by improving based on the Hongmeng Dao body?

Could it be that in addition to the Red Line Fist, there is also a cultivation method called Hongmeng Dao Body? ”

His brow furrowed slowly, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the small golden letters that reappeared.

"Whether to consume a status bar gold coin to increase the progress of the Red Line Fist cultivation."

"Spend gold to improve your progress?"

"Isn't it already practiced red and broken the end of the limit, can you still break the boundary and continue to move forward, and even reach the level of thousands of lines?"

Driven by some indescribable sense of urgency, he held his breath and nodded toward the yes option.

Swish!

The Unreal interface is blurry again.

An aura that immersed him deeply and felt unusually familiar poured into his body at this time.

The heat flow starts in the palm of the hand and becomes much thicker to the naked eye.

The body, which is weak and tired to the extreme, also seems to be injected with a trace of vitality.

He took a deep breath of moist and cool air, felt the meandering and extraordinary heat flow, and the words "Qi and Blood Martial Dao" suddenly appeared in his heart.

"The heat flow is qi and blood, the stronger the red line, the stronger the qi and blood, the stronger the strength."

"So, in order to get rid of that inexplicable sense of urgency and deal with possible dangers, we must seize every time to raise the red line boxing."

With this in mind, the second coin quietly disappeared.

Time passed quietly, and the gold coins continued to be put into the cultivation one after another.

Suddenly, a few days passed.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the inky sky.

Although the missing memories have not been recovered.

The grey area in the status bar is also not visible.

The blood-colored network in the body, which seems to have been destroyed by a typhoon, has also not been repaired.

But compared to when he just woke up in the mountains, he had a little more confidence in his heart.

And all of this is brought by the red practice of the hundred lines.