The hardest thing in Zhou Sheng's body is his fist, and the iron ball can also be kneaded into mud. A tree with a thick bowl mouth goes down with a palm, breaking the bark and breaking the trunk without the slightest problem.

This punch brought a lot of noise, and his goal was very clear, that is, the old man's 'Heavenly Court'.

The Heavenly Court is located between the nerve center and the temple, where the essence and spirit are located. If you are hit, you will be an idiot at least and your soul will be scattered.

No matter what kind of life it is, the nerve center is always the most vulnerable place.

Even if he was a true god, he didn't dare to let Zhou Sheng's fist smash his head, and no one had tempered his brain stronger than a lead ball.

The old man's face changed slightly, and he couldn't hide it.

As soon as you raise your hands and protect your elbows, you will firmly protect your head.

Bang~~

The green bricks on the ground shattered, and the roof beams trembled slightly.

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"Old fellow, now I can speak, I don't want to listen to nonsense anymore. You hear me clearly, I don't care who you used to be, but now you're my slave, understand?"

"Hey, why bother me with an old fellow who is dying, I am already in the mountains, I don't have a few years to live, I don't need a coffin after death, just throw it into the mountains, my rotten meat can still feed a few wild wolves......"

"Ahem~~"

The old man coughed a few times, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His internal organs were shattered by the punch he had just punched.

Zhou Sheng frowned, his spirit was on his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he felt very cool. The eyesight is much better, just like eating the snake gall bladder of the name, or rubbing mint juice and wind oil essence.

There was a faint golden light in his eyes. A breeze slipped by, and he took a closer look at the old man.

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Through the dry skin, the spirit followed the gaze and saw the old man's body.

The black rotten stomach is full of small holes, like worn-out cotton wool, which is a normal human organ.

The blood is also blue, as if it has been poisoned.

And at the Heavenly Court in the center of the eyebrows, a struggling soul was wailing, and thick chains bound the soul.

The chain is pitch black. It consists of individual skulls. Screaming, biting.

The soul is composed of eighteen thoughts, each of which has a square circle of one acre, and is composed of various vitality and essence. A mental collection of memories.

Every thought shines brightly. Appears to be a glowing diamond.

But now. Tormented by the chains, these hard thoughts are crumbling and the edges are becoming loose. Like a cloud of white clouds, soft marshmallows.

There is a trace of yang energy in the core of the eighteen thoughts, the yang energy quenched from the thunder, this is the yang god!

Yang God can leave the body and be free and unrestrained in Shijie. Further, the soul is engraved with the traces of the Great Dao, that is, the imprint of heaven and earth, and the song of the Great Dao is played, which is played to the heaven and earth, and the Taoist god is achieved.

As soon as the Taoist God is achieved, the spirit and flesh are combined, and the true God is immediately achieved.

"Good guy, the Yang God has been refined, but it's a little unfortunate, you're cursed, you're about to rot......"

This old man's spiritual cultivation has reached one step to zuihou, and it can be said that he is a half-step true god.

The body has no flaws and flaws, and the spirit is about to be perfected, but unfortunately, it is about to die!

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Zhou Sheng understands that these spirits are about to be consummated, this kind of person can get out of the body in the real shijie, leave the body, and swim with the red pine nuts, how chic.

The master's book cultivation journey is borrowed from this kind of borrowing.

A thought out of the body can do a lot of things.

For example, taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, enter the woman's boudoir, fall into a dream, and have a spring breeze. This spiritual union is not physical, but it is also unique.

You can also steal, anything of value can be stolen.

Piercing walls, handling, miraculous.

Even if the owner reports the case, he can't find anything, this is done by ghosts and gods, who can catch it?

There are gods in the head, and it is because these spiritually perfect guys wander around, eavesdropping on other people's speeches.

This shijie is like an open treasure trove to them, and there are no secrets.

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Zhou Sheng thought for a while and poured a teacup of liquor.

Biting his finger, a few drops of blood dripped in. His blood was like cheese, viscous, and full of a strong smell of holiness.

His body was soaked in the breath of the Lord all day long, and the blood had the effect of exorcism and curse.

Blood dripped into the wine, and suddenly it boiled, and the high temperature burned the teacups red.

Triangular charms floated in the drink, like little bugs.

"My blood can suspend your curse, but there is another curse of its own, and if you betray me, you will die an ugly death......"

"Those who are dying are not afraid of any curse......

He drank the wine in one gulp, and immediately became in pain, angina. At the same time, a trace of black mist also emerged in his mind, turning into various skulls in mid-air, opening his mouth and biting indiscriminately.

The eighteen thoughts were as clear as jade, and with the help of the dominant breath, not only did they suspend the curse, but they also began to condense, collapsing towards a point in the middle.

In the blink of an eye, the idea of being mu big shrank by more than half, and it became the size of a basin to zuihou. It's denser and harder.

The curse on it, like the marrow of tarsal bones, is still there, but the rate of corrosion has slowed down a lot.

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The lame old man's eyes were cold, revealing a strong color of survival.

He looked at Zhou Sheng's gaze with a hint of greed, a few drops of blood have such a big effect, can't he lift the curse after eating it all?

"Humph!"

As if he knew what he was thinking, Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, this kind of wolf dog that can't be fed is the most hateful, and if you save him, you will bite you back.

The old man's body suddenly erupted with a large white holy gas, and the whole person seemed to melt like snow meeting sunlight.

How can the aura of domination be so desecrated?

If it weren't for the books that originally came from the Master, even the True God would not be able to absorb the Master's breath, and would only explode and die.

"Be honest. If you dare to do anything, I'll kill you!"

"Yes, the owner", the lame old man suppressed the greed in his heart and had to give in.

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Night.

Several bright moons can be seen in the sky.

The moonlight sprinkled in the courtyard, and the bamboo shadows were spotted.

The crickets and frogs came, croaking ~~

The moonlight accumulates on the green bricks, like a pool of water.

Zhou Sheng drew his bow and shot an arrow, and a mosquito hundreds of steps away was as big as a wheel under his eyes, and an arrow shot out, hitting the mosquito's wings. Nail it to a wooden board.

Mosquitoes are still alive~~

Shook his shoulders. He is now also a sharpshooter with a hundred shots. Without it, practice makes perfect, and the practice of bows and arrows has been several epochs, countless billions of years. If he can't practice anymore, he will hang himself.

Malaysia. Longbow. Sharp arrows.

Having a good horse can also make a big difference.

Good horses are hard to find.

The real shijie, Bole is too much. Maxima is rare.

And tamed horses are not wild, and it is difficult to make a difference. Only untamed wild horses can uphold the unruly nature and travel millions of miles a day.

"It's time to catch a wild horse tomorrow~~"

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I ate hundreds of kilograms of supper, most of which were meat, and the rest was also fruits supplemented with amino acids. There are basically no cereals.

Millet is still less oily and cannot be supplemented with adequate nutrients.

Enter the house, turn off the lights, go to bed, undress, and sleep.

Getting into the quilt, I suddenly felt my hands hold a soft and warm thing, and I pinched it, and it felt good.

But he immediately woke up and whispered, "Who?"

The quilt was lifted to reveal a naked body. The moonlight shone on her body, like a moon goddess.

Tall twin peaks, beautiful faces.

"It's you~~"

Zhou Sheng knew this woman, a slave he bought, who seemed to be called Moyu.

"What are you doing here?"

"Master, I was bought by you, don't you need a warm bed?"

She closed her eyes and looked like she was picking.

"Get dressed and get out. Now, immediately, immediately, ......"

Zhou Sheng has been busy all day, and he is so tired, how can he still have this thought.

When Mo Yu heard Zhou Sheng's cold words, her eyes turned red, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Slowly put on his clothes, wrapped the beauty haode ketone body, and then covered his mouth and ran away crying.

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In the courtyard, Mo Yu lay on the stone table, crying.

"Damn, you'll regret it", she looked at her hands, but now she had to do the laundry.

The body of the young lady, the life of the maid.

Originally, she was born noble, but she had never done rough work, but now that she has become a slave, she can only live like this.

This is still good luck, bad luck, can only be tired of being played by the master, and then rewarded to those lowly grooms, little boys......

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"Hmph! I don't know how thick the sky is, and I dare to show off this little cleverness......"

Zhou Sheng shook his head, he has lived for so many years, what can't he see?

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He slept peacefully, and he didn't meditate.

The body has now reached a limit and can't store much energy. As for meditation and cultivating spiritual power, he was a little reluctant.

I really don't want to improve my cultivation like this!

Has the body really reached its limit?

He wants to squeeze a trace of potential out of Zuihou.

The next day, early in the morning.

He took dozens of servants, heavily armed, and prepared to go to the wasteland to catch a wild horse on the haode.

Wild horse herds are also dangerous, thousands of wild horses have to be trampled into meatloaf with a single impact.

Once there are too many things, it is all trouble.

If there are many ants, they can be stacked up to the sky.

The lame old man Lao Tian naturally also carried it, this is a big killer, and it should be used well.

The Black Tower held a giant shield and protected it to the side. His weight was so great that when he rode on his horse, the horse was crushed and he could not stand up on all fours.

Zuihou had no choice but to find him a big truck carrying this big guy.

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"Let's go, catch the horses, Fluttershy, wait for me to come home for dinner......"

"Got it, father......"

The little girl who bought a slave, Zhou Sheng has been accepted as a goddaughter, so she can be regarded as having a sustenance.

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PS: Chapter 2, it's still runny nose, so uncomfortable. (To be continued......)