Under the cliff of Chiyu Mountain, the small river flows to Qingtan, which used to attract many creatures to drink water, but now in Qingtan, there is a dark red scene, and there is also a faint smell of blood in the air.

And the source of all this came from the corner of the rock intersection, where the young man who was already drenched with blood was lying, and the large patch of blood around him was actually glowing with black gas, mixed with some strange energy in the air.

I don't know how long it took, but if it hadn't been splashed, his face was wet, and he regained some sanity, it was only a matter of time before he died.

The young man's face was pale, he had long lost his former heroic spirit, and there was still a lot of blood faintly flowing out of his left arm, and his stomach was full of scars. The immature face showed a painful look, and some parts of the body were already twisted, and although it was covered by clothing, the extent of its injuries could be imagined.

"Ahem! Ahem..."

Ling Jun didn't know how long he had been soaked in the icy water, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he spit out the muddy throat blockage, which barely cleared his breath.

Last night's storm was so dangerous that he thought he would die in it, but he was swept here.

The severe pain mixed with the biting chill made him want to look up to the sky and scream, relying on the only little sense, he made a few special handprints with one hand, and quietly operated the only remaining spiritual power of his own and transported it into the red whips scattered on the side.

However, because of the serious injuries in the body, the condensation process was also extremely slow, and there were several failures in the middle, but with the gathering of spiritual energy between the whole body, the red whip finally succeeded in slowly emerging, forming a dark red python shape.

All the aura was exerted on the long whip, and a python spirit appeared on it, but the aura was also sluggish because of Ling Jun.

The python spirit seemed to feel Ling Jun's physical condition, and immediately opened the blood mouth, and the majestic suction force was exerted, which actually formed a whirlpool, absorbing all the blood that Ling Jun had lost in the nearby Qingtan, if you look carefully, there is also a faint dark red toxin in the Qingtan.

A few petite elk in the distance, their bodies began to shake, staggered straight down under their feet, and their whole body convulsed, and then the essence and blood in their bodies seemed to be summoned by the python spirit, and they exploded out, and were directly sucked into the python spirit's mouth, and the companions in the group realized that it was because they had just drunk the blood-stained Qingtan, and hurriedly avoided the surroundings of Qingtan.

The time didn't last long, because most of the blood water flowed too far with the stream, which was beyond the scope of the python spirit's ability, and when the python spirit ingested the last trace of essence blood into its mouth, all the energy was also fed back into Ling Jun's body.

"Whew..."

Ling Jun had just completely woken up at this moment, and his body was also swaying up and down due to his big gasp, ignoring the python spirit that surrounded him, and roughly felt his body, and seemed to be accustomed to what happened to him.

Looking at the black blood stains still left on his left arm, how could Ling Jun forget that his potential was once limitless, and he was known as a young leader who could continue the glory of the Ling family for a hundred years.

He once also had a life that was difficult for ordinary people to touch, the darling of the family, and the stars held the moon... Until he was poisoned and plotted, all this began to change dramatically.

At a dinner party after stepping into the realm of martial artists, after drinking a glass of wine handed by his own brother, Ling Jun's originally almost perfect starting point changed dramatically in an instant.

Not only did Ling Jun's strength fall from the martial arts realm, but even his life was almost difficult to preserve, but fortunately, his mother Bai Di cast many seals, which made it possible to suppress its toxicity.

It's just that the blood demon poison was infused in that cup of wine, which was refined from the essence of the blood of the Blood Demon Lord, who was once one of the three major demon lords of the demon race.

Its poison is vicious and weird, accompanied by the essence and blood characteristics of the Blood Demon Lord, penetrating deep into the bones of the human body, surviving on the essence and blood bone marrow, and always devouring the aura and blood to strengthen itself until the poisoned person dies.

When someone recognized the blood demon poison, almost everyone subconsciously gave up the idea of treatment, and even hurriedly retreated to prevent themselves from being contaminated.

While repaying the regretful gaze, it was more ridicule and ridicule, and he was already able to guess the fate of the family darling and feel gloating.

Not only because of the fierce name of the blood demon poison, but the name of the demon clan represented behind it.

There have been no examples of people who have been poisoned by blood demons and are still alive, but these people have basically become enslaved by the demons in the end, not only can they no longer recover their human identity, but they can only survive by devouring the blood of others for the rest of their lives.

For the sake of her son, Bai Di took Ling Jun, who was on the verge of death, and knelt at the door of the main house for five days and nights before begging the latter to make a move, and Ling Jun would never forget that person's face.

In the past, when he saw the face of the head of the family, he was so kind and harmonious, and he also called him a father, but now there is only disappointment and indifference on his face.

In the next three years, whenever the power of the seal in his body was exhausted, Ling Jun not only had to endure the pain of the blood demon poison peeling his skin, but also the moment of death.

If it weren't for Bai Di's many years of continuous action, coupled with the devouring of heavenly and earthly treasures, I am afraid that Ling Jun's grave grass would be three meters high.

When the seal cast by the head of the family in Ling Jun's body disappeared, he also ushered in the fate of being expelled from the family.

The seal only lasted for three years before disappearing, meaning that Ling Jun could no longer resist the Blood Demon Poison, and it was really not in the family's interest to continue to spend a lot of precious medicine to treat a person who was about to die.

The body has not yet regained stability, and the group of people who once held Ling Jun high seem to have changed their faces, and they can't wait to expel Ling Jun.

Within a year of leaving his mother's protection, including last night, if it wasn't for the sudden black storm that escaped, Ling Jun couldn't remember how many times he had secretly attacked him.

Ling Jun will always remember what his father said when he left the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years, when his mother Bai Di was ordered not to accompany him.

"You have everything that is hard for others to touch, so naturally you have to deal with all the attacks that covet it! Since you can't afford it, then you have to accept your fate! ”

"He's not my only son, and you're not the only son." This sentence was said to Bai Di, and the meaning of the threat was obvious.

The cold words were like a blade, slashing at Ling Jun's heart, even if he had endured three years of blood demon poison, there was no pain that this passage had brought him.

Holding back his ability to look at his mother, not wanting her to see the tears he left behind, it was the moment he left that Ling Jun secretly made up his mind and gave up the surname he had accepted for many years.

Feeling the many sneering eyes, seeing the faces of these people, his heart was almost cold, although his name was Ling Jun, he had nothing to do with the Ling family.

No matter if he is tortured to death by blood demon poison in the future, he will not enter the door of the Ling family again, except for his mother, the Ling family has no care for him at all.

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"Hehe, you never dreamed that the means that I was going to be killed and tortured would instead become my hole card for survival! Haha..." Ling Jun's face showed ecstasy, and he sighed that this time he had escaped death again, and some of the people mentioned in the words seemed to be filled with indelible hatred for him.

As the laughter spread, the creatures around them who had been frightened scattered away, and the previous visions had a great shadow in their hearts, and they were obviously frightened.

The sound of wild laughter drew the pain on his body, and Ling Jun covered the wound before it gradually fell, ripped off the torn shirt, and bandaged the injuries one by one.

Now the blood demon poison has long been integrated into Ling Jun's bloodline, coexisting with it.

While the blood demon poison tortured the body, it also made Ling Jun realize a trace of devouring ability, and it was also through this means that he could survive in a desperate situation whenever he was in danger.

Relying on the strange devouring power of the blood demon poison and absorbing a lot of the essence blood power of the little elk, Ling Jun recovered a lot of physical strength and survived.

Although the internal injuries are still stable, the external injuries are also very urgent, and if they are not treated in time, they will also affect his body.

With great effort, he simply fixed the injured left arm, and Ling Jun hurriedly sat cross-legged and used his spiritual power to heal himself.

After breathing for an hour, he repaired the wounds around his body with aura, and finally stabilized the injuries temporarily.

Suddenly felt that his face was a little stiff, and subconsciously touched it, only to find that he had actually become a crybaby, after laughing at himself, after wiping it indiscriminately, after looking at the sky, Ling Jun slowly got up and prepared to leave.

Although Ling Jun relied on his own perseverance to re-cultivate his aura and survived with the blood demon poison, but because of the devouring of the blood demon poison over the years, his cultivation progress was seriously affected, and now he only has the strength of the five grades of martial cultivation.

The blood demon poison not only devours the bloodline, but also draws spiritual power, otherwise with Ling Jun's talent, he would have already returned to the martial arts realm.

When the cultivation reaches the ten grades, you can break through the posture of mortals, officially become a martial artist, and step into the realm of martial arts.

The way of martial arts refining is varied, and it can be roughly divided into four categories: body refiners, qi refiners, army refiners, and array refiners.

There are four branches of martial arts, each with its own strengths, Ling Jun is the refiner, and the one who accompanies him is the python spirit of the soldier.

The refining of martial arts, the soldiers and the people, complement each other, and the people and soldiers are one. During the battle, through the state of integration of man and soldier, the combination of oneself and the spirit of the soldier is fused to produce aura and exert extremely high combat effectiveness.

The python spirit swam around, and Ling Jun was also very grateful to have this partner.

If others saw Ling Jun's python spirit, they would definitely be surprised, after all, only by reaching the realm of martial arts could they be able to refine the spirit of martial arts.

This is not only the foundation of the realm, after all, maintaining the soldier spirit also requires a lot of spiritual energy consumption.

After all, he had reached the realm of martial arts, and when Ling Jun retrained to the fourth rank of martial cultivation, he was already able to summon it.

"Chijiao, let's go." Chijiao is the name that Ling Jun gave to the python spirit, and now he is only accompanied by the soldier spirit, and the people who have sheltered him for many years have left him forever.

Although he temporarily evaded the previous round-up, Ling Jun believed that this place would eventually be discovered, so he could only carry the wounded body, one person and one spirit, walking between the mountains and forests until he disappeared without a trace.

When the next group of creatures rushed to this area to drink, Ling Jun's traces were also covered.