There was no time for Zhao Ning to think, the collision of the two thunder soul trees, and the heavy thunder sound caused by them, tore the entire void, accompanied by an extremely violent throbbing sensation in Zhao Ning's body.

Zhao Ning endured the pain, and the hidden Moon Sword jumped out from behind him, and then slammed into the power light curtain formed by the overlapping of the two Thunder Soul Trees.

There seemed to be a "click" in the dark, and the next moment, the majestic power exploded, and the whole person flew backwards.

There was nothing in the void, nothing stopped the upside-down Zhao Condensation, and at this moment, Zhao Ning seemed to have lost consciousness in the intense pain.

At this moment, her eyebrows were a little clear, and a faint scream came from it, it was the roar of the Yuan Baby, and the throbbing pain on her body spread to the Yuan Baby, and the Yuan Baby seemed to be crumbling.

Why is this happening? Zhao Ning didn't understand.

Even if this thing is the same as the shadow of the core of the Kyushu Sealing Demon Array, it is imitating the opponent's offensive to attack the opponent, since Zhao Ning can completely get out of the Kyushu Sealing Demon Array, why is it in danger under this same attack.

Xu was accustomed to the pain, the Yuan Infant cast a spell, and the breeze blew the magic trick directly on the Yuan Baby, and those pains seemed to have become vain and were blown away.

But this is nothing but self-deception, and the fragmentation of the body and the infant continues.

The alleviation of pain made Zhao Ning finally withdraw a trace of divine sense, but because of this perception, he was instantly frightened, and the shadow was three feet above.

With just this attention, the shadow moved again, swooping down, the wind around it like a dragon.

The Moon Sword was steep and bright, differentiating into seven sword lights, and the moment it was attacked, it tore through several hurricanes and forcibly devoured the wind to transform it into the power on the Moon Sword.

The wind becomes a cloud, the cloud makes a blade, and the cloud slashes!

The invisible but slashing void sword cloud rushed out, hitting the rushing shadow, the shadow froze at the moment of contact, and then shattered, the fragments scattered, gradually shattered, until they spread to a range of three feet, the sparse fragments had been completely crushed into haze, and the area where the haze gathered was like a thick black cloud.

Zhao Ning suddenly realized something, and the magic in her hand turned, and the sword light that turned into a cloud twisted and overlapped, forming a sword shield, and her body was no longer self-controlled, allowing her to fall downward.

Sure enough, the black cloud surged, extremely fast, and a sword light rushed out of it, it was the cloud slash!

The other party seems to know all the moves of Zhao Ning, and can use them to the extreme, even if Zhao Ning knows the law and operation of these moves, but ......

There was no sound of explosion, but the power was absolute, even if Zhao Ning had already fled down in advance, the power generated by the collision of the opponent's cloud slash power and the sword and shield made Zhao Ning like a feather that was easily thrown away.

In the whirlwind of the world, Zhao Ning's consciousness was chaotic, until it converged to the depths, and her only thought was "this is falsehood".

When Zhao Ning opened her eyes, she was unconscious, she didn't know her name, her experience, or her reason, but she raised her eyes and saw heavy clouds, and a few birds hurriedly passed by from time to time on the horizon, and the wind was wrapped in coolness and dampness.

She moved, but her body seemed to be tied, she turned her eyes to look, the corners of her eyes rubbed against the coarse cloth bedding, her eyes were irritated and tears were left, and her vision was blurred.

But the ear gave her a new perception, noisy, noisy, many voices intertwined, for a long, long time, Zhao Ning soothed from the pain in her eyes, and realized that it was the voice of a person.

The voices were very noisy, there was no priority, but everyone maintained the same point of view.

"The Dragon King Sacrifice is about to begin, let's see the child on the altar."

"No, no, no, that's my child!"

There was a figure rushing above, it was a woman, she was a little embarrassed, but very warm, wrapped Zhao Ning in her arms.

At this moment, Zhao Ning gave birth to the first ray of consciousness, and it turned out that I was a baby.

"Send her quickly, if you miss the Dragon King Sacrifice, the Dragon King will be angry, and our whole village will suffer."

"No, my baby has just been born, don't!" The words were very excited, and Zhao Ning was picked up and carried away in the violent shaking.

More voices followed, accompanied by a chaotic footstep.

"She ran away! The sacrifice is gone! ”

"Grab her!"

"Auntie, there is no way for everyone, every household in the village has to go through all this."

“……”

No one compromised, the woman was stopped after just a few steps, more persuasion and snatching appeared, the swaddling clothes seemed to be about to come out, and at this moment, for some reason, there was a pause, everything in the world seemed to freeze, but the next moment it resumed functioning.

In the midst of the gossip, the woman only knew how to run, and countless people stopped her, but she seemed to be a god from heaven, and no one could stop her.

Eventually, the woman ran out of strength and fell to her knees, crying uncontrollably.

A choked mutter, "My child, my child." ”

In a trance, Zhao Ning's heart shook an unprecedented nostalgia, mother ...... Mother?

There were a lot of footsteps chasing after them, but they didn't have the momentum to stop them just now.

Some sigh, some pity, some comfort.

"Well, so be it, since you don't want the child to sacrifice, then leave her behind."

"Don't cry, auntie, we won't sacrifice her. Let's let other children take their place. ”

"Auntie, go home."

The woman looked up and wiped her tears, "Seriously, thank you, thank you." ”

So the woman stood up, picked up the swaddling clothes strangely, and shook it, "Child, great, you won't be separated from your mother." ”

Zhao Ning looked up, the woman's face was close in front of him, but it was vague and shapeless.

There was a silent disobedience brewing, a sudden change in the villagers, and the woman persevered......

But everything seemed to be normal, the woman took her home and took care of her, hummed a lullaby for her, coaxed her to sleep, and her cognition was filled with sweetness, and when she opened her eyes again, more family members appeared, and the thin man stood in front of the cradle, grinning stiffly, teasing, and saying, "Son, wake up." ”

He turned to the woman again and said, "Don't worry, the dragon king sacrifice has been canceled in the village, and the child will never experience this again." ”

The woman covered her eyes and leaned slightly to the side, and the man took her into his arms with a familiar understanding.

Zhao Ning's gaze turned, only looking quietly at the top, and the perception of absence left her blank.

In the days that followed, time went by as usual, sleeping, eating, growing, talking, and learning to walk......

The number of years in the palm of one hand, a new child was added to the house, and there were really no more sacrifices in the village.

On the New Year of the fifth year, the village was very lively, and some villagers made a lot of money in the nearby city, which coincided with the happy event and set up a flowing water feast by the river.

The villagers went to the feast with joy, and everyone gathered by the river, and everyone's face was flushed with red light.

The little Zhao Ning sat on the threshold, quietly watching the happy events by the river.

At dusk, the glow is extremely red.

The village chief staggered closer to the chairman's seat and raised his wine glass, "Come!" Drink! ”

The host got up with a smile, "Village Chief, please!" ”

He shook everyone in a circle, "Everyone, please." ”

At this moment, the villagers drank bitterly, but heard a violent sound of breaking water, and then a huge black shadow rushed out of the water, and the river water carried out was like a downpour raging, and the joy on the banquet was instantly poured out, and in an instant, fear and screams were all over the riverside.

"Dragon King! The Dragon King is back! ”

"No, no, run away! The Dragon King is furious! ”

Escape? In front of the Dragon King, where can a small mortal escape.

The dragon king's contemptuous look swept around, hissed again, and swooped downward, one person was swallowed into the stomach, the blood exploded, and even more crazy chaos spread.

"Cannibalism, cannibalism, give sacrifices!"

"I don't want to die, no, help, sacrifice, sacrifice?"

The low fence seemed to be an invisible barrier, and the villagers did not rush to the courtyard, and the small figures in the courtyard maintained a posture of spectators from beginning to end.

Until there was a collision, the fence of the small courtyard was crooked, and the woman hung on the fence, "Child, go quickly, the dragon king is coming to eat you!" ”

Zhao Ning's eyes turned to her, until now, Zhao Ning didn't see her appearance clearly, as if in order to see more clearly, Zhao Ning finally moved, she approached the woman, and the distance was close to a claw.

But the woman's appearance was more blurred, stained with blood, and red and dazzling.

The woman stretched out her hand to Zhao Ning tremblingly, "Let's ......"

Behind her, the Dragon King slaughtered wantonly in the crowd, flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and blood and water gathered in puddles and puddles.

Zhao Ning's eyes reflected the color of blood, but as if she didn't see it, she responded to the woman and reached out to take her hand.

The moment it touched, what was perceived was not the warm fingertips, but the erosive and loose skin.

The skin collapsed at this moment, and the back fell apart like a scene, and finally disappeared with the curvature of the corners of the woman's mouth, and the vague cognition made Zhao Ning unable to distinguish whether it was relief or sarcasm.

The shattering scene slipped away like flowing water around Zhaoning, accompanied by the fragmentation and distortion of time and space.

The outstretched hand was empty, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the slender fingers seemed to pierce the skin that was clinging to the phalanges, and the gesture was extremely weak.

When you raise your eyes, there is a steep mountain wall in front of you, and there are traces of rubbing down on the mountain wall, and you follow the traces all the way to your feet, and at your feet is a bamboo basket, which is stuffed with various medicinal herbs.

A rare herb that has been eaten most of it falls aside, the leaves of the herb are thin, and the golden veins on it are wandering, which is a three-leaf golden grass.

Zhao Ning picked up the three-leaf golden-veined grass, as if she remembered that she was bitten by the black snake associated with the herb, was poisoned, fell off the cliff, and ate it to save herself before fainting.

Strangely, she didn't feel fortunate that she had picked up a life, she bent over and hooked up the medicine basket, and looked up at the cliff again, remembering something, as if something had disappeared.

There was silence for a long time, until he was regained consciousness by the empty stomach, and Zhao Ning lowered his head and walked down the mountain.

The steward guarding at the foot of the mountain is still oppressive, and the partners in the same room are still mean, and when they return to the gang, the dark tide in the faction is surging, and the disaster is lurking.

It's just that before she could survive the night, she was dragged to the ancestral hall by the disciples in the gang, and was forced to pour a large bowl of strange soup, and within a moment, her head seemed to explode, her body seemed to be burned by high temperature, and the blood and qi surged up layer by layer, and the fragile blood vessels in her facial features burst first, and blood flowed down from the seven orifices.

I'm going to die.

This realization did not make Zhao Ning feel frightened, she seemed to have lost her emotions, and she was like her own bystander, calmly waiting to faint.

As always, there is a sense of disobedience.

The corpses discarded in the back mountain in recent days are all over the ground, she has no consciousness, only the instinct to survive, when she is breathing, she crawls forward on the corpses all over the place, until she catches a handful of bloody mud, the bloody breath comes to the nose, disgusting, but the ancient books say that the burial place will form a bloody soil, which is a strange thing that changes when the dead is thick, and the living take it and die instantly, and use it to bring the dead back to life.

The process of eating soil is painful, and the instinct of throat contraction and esophageal rejection makes the process even slower.

However, Zhao Ning did not stop, until he swallowed, and this action never stopped.

It was as if after three quarters of time, the blood was in the abdomen, and Zhao Ning fell to the ground, and the treacherous power contained in it volatilized little by little, and the vitality was reawakened.

Zhao Ning opened her eyes, she was confused, silent after the memory of pouring medicine and throwing corpses was gathered, her eyes fell on those corpses, and she slowed down for a long time, burying the corpses one by one.

A few days later, she climbed the back hill and stumbled towards the villa, which was so steep that there was no way out but to go around the villa and descend from the front mountain.

Leaving the villa, the sound of gang fighting came undisguised, and the outsider's intention to seize the treasure was not disguised, and she paused a little as she left.

The subsequent choice was to be admitted to the hospital, kill people, and seize treasures, which was a repetition of a certain story, but Zhao Ning didn't know that she only experienced that after getting the rejuvenation formula, she came into contact with the shadow of the magnificent cultivation realm, and devoted herself to cultivation without hesitation.

The first time she entered the meditation, it was unusually smooth, and the aura of heaven and earth was like a tamed spirit pet close to her.

The ubiquitous sense of disobedience has finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.