The Battle of Nanshan caused the five sects in Kunlun Ruins to be sharply reduced to three, among which countless masters and disciples were killed and wounded.

And Han Changsheng, who was still isolated by the Thunder Array, obviously didn't know what was going on in the outside world.

Under the moonlight, the courtyard was deep, and he was waiting anxiously for the results of the turtle pan lottery at the moment.

In the humble dormitory where the outer disciples lived, Han Changming sat on the bed and meditated with his eyes closed, he was now going to start practicing again from the second floor of the Qi cultivation period, although the progress was also slow, but it was still much faster than the waiting speed of the third layer.

It seems that the five spirit root physique, with each level of improvement, the difficulty of cultivation has increased a lot. Moreover, he now has to work during the day, and only has time to meditate and cultivate at night, so his cultivation progress is even slower.

Although Han Changsheng looks a little bohemian on the outside, he is a relatively self-disciplined person in his bones, and he usually takes the time to cultivate at night, but his talent is really wasted!

"The turtle pan said that the results will be opened tonight, I don't know if it's true?" Approaching the middle of the night, Han Changsheng suddenly suffered a little bit of gain and loss.

His chaotic mind reminded him of the past.

He was born in a small village in the south of the Zhou Kingdom, called "Hanjia Village".

Although his father has a little spare money and a few acres of fertile land at home, his attitude towards Han Changming has always been relatively indifferent, and he has not felt the existence of father's love since Han Changsheng can remember.

All this is just because his mother was originally a slave, and because his father was drunk and promiscuous, his mother conceived him. Later, although his father married his mother as a concubine, he has always been indifferent to their mother and son.

If there is a name for the most unpleasant village in the world, Han Changming thinks that it is definitely their village 'Hanjia Village', and if there is the most annoying name in the world, then he thinks it must be his own name "Han Changming".

It's even worse than Wang Tiezhu, the blacksmith's child at the head of the village, but his mother thinks that taking such a name can protect the child's life and make the child live a long life.

"When I succeed in building the foundation in the future, I must change my name, it is said that the person who built the foundation has a longevity of two hundred years, so wouldn't the longevity of a hundred years become a curse for me?" Han Changsheng thought comfortingly.

However, the reality is so cruel, not only is it hopeless for him to build a foundation, but he has even regressed in his cultivation.

Han Changsheng vaguely remembered that when Bu Xianmen recruited new disciples, he was only eleven years old when he was pulled out of bed by his mother early in the morning, dressed him in clothes that could only be worn during the New Year, and washed his face cleanly.

In order to recruit as many disciples as possible who conceived their own spiritual roots, Bu Xianmen boasted that they were among the top few immortal cultivation sects in the Zhou Kingdom, and they saw that Han Changming was a five-spirit root attribute, although they were shocked to say that the waste wood spiritual root of the five spiritual roots was as rare as a single spiritual root, but the elders of Bu Xianmen still recruited Han Changming into the sect in the spirit of 'rather making a wrong move than letting go'. Who knows that Han Changsheng is indeed as wasted as everyone expected, and after practicing for a few years, he is still in the third layer of the Qi cultivation period, and he can't enter the inner door at all, so he can only do miscellaneous work at the outer door.

Saying that when he meditated tonight, Han Changsheng always felt a little restless, and always felt that there were some strange sounds outside the door, like birds chirping and like the wind, and there was a knock on the door from time to time.

This made Han Changsheng a little suspicious, and he didn't see anything when he opened the room, which made him think that maybe it was because he was too tired from working during the day, so he had auditory hallucinations.

After a while, the knock on the door came again, from light to heavy, and when he listened carefully, the sound stopped abruptly.

"Mom, it's not really haunted, or I'll go find the elders tomorrow to change dormitories. ”

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and the night outside was dark and windy, and there was silence.

"Didn't you say that the sect was surrounded by a big array, why is it still so scary, maybe it's really too tired to cause auditory hallucinations. Han Changsheng said comfortingly.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost didn't see it, but the turtle shell in his hand suddenly heated up, so hot that Han Changsheng let go of his hand.

The turtle shell flew into the air, emitting a curtain of light, with the text written on it: "The Twenty-Eight of the Gods has been resurrected, your bet has been lost, welcome to continue betting next time!"

The light curtain was extinguished, and it was neat, and the turtle shell fell to the ground with a "click", like the sound of Han Chang's heartbreak.

"I'm ......"

Han Changsheng was completely speechless, and even wanted to cry a little.

At this time, the moonlit night outside the door was like water, which matched his gloomy face like water very well, and it was at this moment.

"Hey, it's not good!"

Han Changming secretly screamed, feeling that something was approaching his body, Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the perception of the immortal cultivator was very keen, although he tried to turn his body sideways, it was still too late. He was knocked down by a transparent object, and then he found himself crushed by it, and now he couldn't move.

"It's really hell, this ghost wants to force me to be a boy?"

Han Changming wanted to fight hard, but to no avail.

"Ah...... I've met a vampire!" Han Changming screamed, his own neck was bitten, and the invisible ghost thing was sucking his blood.

"People...... Human blood, fresh immortal cultivator's blood, I haven't sucked it for too long!" That thing can actually speak, but it speaks while sucking blood, and its pronunciation is a little unclear.

"Hey, there's something wrong with this blood, phew, phew, phew!"

That thing only sucked Han Changsheng a few mouthfuls of blood and began to vomit, spraying cheap everywhere.

"What is this blood? I remembered, this is the blood of waste materials, I can't suck it, I can't suck it!"

Han Changming has the heart to die this time, even if he is sucked by blood, he will be disliked by the bloodsuckers.

Isn't it even wrong to breathe in the waste wood?!

Han Changming was really angry, he was pressed to the ground, there was no weapon in his hand, only the damn ancestral master turtle shell. Han Changming smashed the turtle shell into the transparent 'vampire' with all his might. This smash should hit the target, because the other party is no longer spurting blood, and it is estimated that it has been smashed into a circle, after all, this turtle shell has an unusual origin, and it must be very painful to smash people.

Han Changsheng got up from the ground with a grunt, took a few steps back, and touched his neck. There was a deep tooth mark on it, as well as blood stains.

"What the hell! It's not a hallucination. "He already wants to cry without tears, and he can encounter such a flying disaster when he cultivates in his room, who will believe it?

"I am ...... Nai ......" A faint voice came from the transparent air.

"It's you bear!" Han Changming, who was extremely angry, picked up a stool in the corner of the room and smashed it on the ground over there.

With a "bang", the stool visibly hit something, and then it bounced away. If he could cast a spell, he would now have to put a big move to kill this transparent thing. But he doesn't know any spells now, so he can only use physical attacks.

"Yes...... The god man ...... twenty-eight ", the voice continued to speak, giving people a bit of a rough feeling.

Han Changsheng, who was about to continue the attack, was suddenly stunned, this is the culprit who caused him to lose the gambling game-Shenren Erba?

"Blood, I want blood, I am resurrected, but I need ...... Blood can restore ......", the moaning of the god man Twenty-eight became weaker and weaker.

It's okay not to mention the word 'blood', but when you mention this Han Changsheng, you won't be angry, and you have to dislike my qualifications if you suck my blood, is there any reason for this?