Xuzhu was dazed, and he seemed to hear someone shouting something like 'Succubus Ecstasy' and 'Big Dream Soul Searching Method', and he shouted many times.

Shouting and shouting, he remembered Shaomuro Mountain, and remembered his mother, who had been dead for many years.

Xuzhu remembers that he was born in a small town near Shaomu Mountain, and since he was a child, he was ostracized by other peers in the town because of his ugly appearance and poor speech, and he was often ridiculed as a wild seed without a father.

Whenever this happened, he would cry and ask his mother, "Where is my father?" ”

At this time, my mother would give herself some meat, and then leaned against the dim oil lamp and said in a daze:

"You're not a wild seed, your father is a big hero! He's just gone far away, he's going to come to you, definitely. ”

Strange to say, my mother made a living by maintaining the gears on her body for the people in the town, which did not earn much money, but when she was a child, the family always lacked food and clothing.

Later, Xuzhu grew up slowly, and he would no longer ask his father's name and origin at every turn.

He knew that every inquiry was a disservice to his mother, and he was willing to wait slowly with his mother for his father's return, even if he didn't know what his father looked like.

But he still didn't wait for his father to return.

When he was eleven years old, the Shaolin abbot Zhida 'Daohua', turned into a metal monster of seven or eight feet, broke out of the siege of Shaolin monks, and slaughtered several towns.

The town where Xuzhu was was only destroyed by him when he turned into an iron bird and flew by, and most of it was destroyed with a single blow.

Most of the people in the town died, and his mother died, leaving him alone to cry over the ruins until he could not shed tears and fainted.

When he woke up again, he had been brought into the Shaolin Temple full of copper and iron by Xuan Ci, who had come to relieve the disaster.

It's very good here, there are brothers and sisters to practice together, there are elders to teach and discipline, and there is a majestic and gentle, father-like abbot Xuanci.

He stayed in the mountain for more than 30 years, practiced hard, and rarely went down the mountain......

Li Hao then flipped through some of his memories of cultivation and meditation, and then turned his head to look at the benevolent brother of the beggar gang next to him.

This Baishan Mill used to have sarcomas on his face, which was scary to look at, but now the sarcomas on his face are gone, and he is an ordinary middle-aged man.

Seeing the demon who knocked out the Shaolin monk with this flat burden, Baishan Nian secretly complained bitterly, and wanted to say something to beg for mercy, but before the words came out, he had already eaten a flat burden.

Five bags of disciples, henchmen of the rudder master, and accidentally discovered that Chao Gai and others were going to rob Huashigang......

After searching the memories of the two, Li Hao probably pieced together the situation of this world.

All I can say is...... This world is no longer a magic change, but a collapse in the midst of collapse.

Before the middle years of Tang Xuanzong (about 850 AD), the trend of this world was quite normal.

According to historical inertia, the country, which has formed a local division, will struggle to survive for a few more decades and then completely extinction.

The decline of the later dynasty seemed inevitable, and this was the time when a fierce man from the sky was needed.

He's coming!

An immortal who claimed to be a disciple of the [Secret Demon Heaven • Star Confucian Sect • Emperor Confucian Sect] has descended! (Road Sign Exploration)

This Confucian disciple debated all the way and persuaded people with martial virtues, swept away all the warlords in two years, returned to the Western Regions in defeat, reopened the road to the Western Regions, completed the policy of "hypocrisy", and realized an alternative constitutional monarchy.

Seeing that the revival of the Tang Dynasty and the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism are coming, the gods have returned to heaven. (Return of the road marker)

And then there was a catastrophe in the world.

Less than half a year after the gods returned to heaven, the heavens and the earth changed greatly, the sun and the moon shifted, and there were one hundred and eight magic stars around the heavens and the earth, which were visible day and night.

In order to elevate this world, Su Xinghe sacrificed one hundred and eight corpses of the sixth energy level at one time.

A yellow-level world, even if it is upgraded to a Xuan-level world, how can it eat so many sixth-level worlds?

It's like a foal, even if it grows into a big horse, it can't pull a hundred and eight carriages!

The world had no choice, so it cut the origin of these Sixth Realms into countless small portions and sprinkled them into the entire world.

If you don't digest it, you have to swallow it in your mouth first.

This allowed some beasts that had similarities with these corpses of the Sixth Realm to evolve, and also allowed countless martial artists who were struggling to find a way forward to find a shortcut:

Pick one of these gods and demons scattered between heaven and earth and incorporate them into your body, and immediately transform into a martial arts wizard, and practice for thousands of miles.

The price is nothing more than the growth of cat ears, fox tails, mechanical prosthetic eyes, deformed arms, tentacles...... That's it.

This is the "Source Qi Martial Dao" of this world, or in Li Hao's opinion, it should be called "Family Martial Dao".

It's very, very good value! At least in the first realm.

When the martial arts of this world reach the second realm, that is, the "mimicry" realm where Xuzhu and Liu Tang are located, it is necessary to continuously further absorb the origin of gods and demons.

The cultivation of the mimic realm is to fuse one's own true qi with the absorption of the origin of gods and demons, and then use this fused "source qi" to transform oneself and get close to the gods and demons to which it belongs.

But with the improvement of cultivation, in the middle and late stages of the second realm, something happened!

More than 100 years ago, a Buddhist monk once wrote in despair in his last book:

"Ancestor King Kong broke the sky first and woke up in my body!"

Then the senior lost his mind, turned into a giant robot, and went on a killing spree.

This is the "Daohua Tribulation":

While the origin is transforming the body of the warrior, the will that remains after the death of the gods and demons is also constantly converging, polluting the soul of the warrior until it completely loses its mind and becomes a monster with only instinct.

Many warriors made countless sacrifices and attempts in that wild exploration era.

Finally, someone found the answer from the method of "poem" handed down by the original true immortal.

In this ascending world, a highly active aura is enough to turn one's weak emotions and will into a force that can affect objective existence.

This is called the power of faith.

However, a second-realm martial artist directly receives the power of faith gathered by countless people, and as a result, he becomes a puppet of faith and a madman.

People can't directly absorb the power of faith, so find a replacement!

"Poetry" refers to a person, but not a person, with some methods given by the immortals, you can make the "poetry" an "anchor" for a person.

A warrior can inject the power of faith gathered by countless "shallow believers" who know their poetry numbers into the poetry number.

In this way, the warrior can use the power of the poem to fight against the will of the remaining origin of the gods and demons, and even if he is completely transformed into the family of the gods and demons, he can maintain his sanity.

In this way, this world gave birth to a powerhouse named "True Form" in the third realm:

Even if every cell has become a god or demon, it still maintains its will as a human being!

Of course, even with the assistance of the poem number, in the process of breaking through from the second realm [Simulacrum] to the third realm [True Form], the losers are the majority.

Only those who have the firmest will, the most fearless spirit, the firmness to the twist, the firmness to the insane, can achieve the [True Form].

"In other words, the mad in this world are not necessarily strong, but the strong must be crazy?"

Li Hao showed his special smile for looking at the guinea pig,

"I really want to dissect one and see what they are in their skulls!"

(There is another chapter)