The sun rises as usual outside the plug.

The blazing sun swayed into every corner of the Gobi Desert, and the earth began to warm up from early in the morning, as if the cold wind of last night was like a dream.

The strong wind makes it difficult for the sky to have large clouds, the sunlight shines down unhindered, the animals on the Gobi sand and gravel rest in the shadows or simply hide in the underground caves, the sun shines on the people and there is a slight pain, people who do not cover themselves outside for a long time are easy to be poisoned by fire, the skin is dry and even festering, which is fatal outside the lack of medical treatment, so whether it is a horse team or a resident, walking in the sun will wrap themselves tightly, and the woman who loves beauty will also wear a beautiful veil, where even a beggar will find a few rags to roll together to wrap himself。

The blue sky against the orange-yellow of the city is as beautiful as the silk paintings embroidered by the top embroiderers from the unnamed city, of course, the people of this city do not appreciate it this way, they only like the glittering gold or the more dazzling basalt gold coins.

The sun shone on the top of the flagpole, and the gates of Yilan City opened as usual, and people of different identities such as horse teams, merchants, and travelers entered and exited one after another.

The shops were filled with a dazzling array of goods, the boss was smiling and waiting for the first transaction to open, the bustling market in the center of the city became crowded, the residents of the streets and alleys opened their windows and gates, and the cold and humid houses alternated with the dry and hot air outside, and a new day in Yilan City began as usual.

But there are some small changes between today and the past, the people did not shout and fiddle with those slaves in the bazaar, but wandered around, from time to time with some unobstructed fierce men to communicate something, from time to time someone holding a swaddling cloth secretly stuffed into the hands of the people, the people took the swaddling clothes and quietly handed over the swaddling clothes to the city lord guards in the shadows of the alley corner, such a picture happened in all corners of Yilan City.

Song Lanjiang, who lives in the broken brick kiln, still maintains the posture of last night and lies motionless, the blood on his clothes has coagulated into a scab, if anyone sees it, they must think that it is another murder scene, but if you look carefully inside Song Lanjiang's clothes, the wound on the skin last night has healed, leaving only scars, and his originally skinny body is slightly bulging compared to before.

Song Lanjiang's fingers moved slightly, and his body slowly began to rise and fall sharply, and the blood scabs began to crack like chrysalis shells, falling one after another.

Sitting up suddenly, Song Lanjiang opened his mouth and coughed loudly, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen and stomach, and with a coughing sound, a large number of black blood clots from his mouth and nose were coughed out and fell to the ground.

Finally stopped coughing, Song Lanjiang looked at the black blood clots scattered on the ground, as well as the blood scabs hanging on his body, he felt as if he had been reborn, the faint pain left by the previous beating disappeared, his breathing was stronger than before, his ears heard things more clearly, and the world he saw with his eyes seemed to have lifted a blurred veil and was more real.

Song Lanjiang stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeve, revealing his right arm with chains intertwined in his flesh, he looked at the tiger wings on the chains, and thought in his heart, "If only it was a dream, such a dangerous thing can never be taken off again." ”

Yesterday, the red light disappeared from Song Lanjiang's eyebrows, and he felt as if his brain was being twisted wildly with a knife, and the pain was no longer something that words could describe.

Song Lanjiang sighed lightly, recalling the scene he saw after he passed out.

The faint Song Lanjiang was pulled into a world with only blood and black, and a towering giant beast with two wings on its back claimed to be Tiger Wing and said to Song Lanjiang,

"His physique is called the Nine Ghost Demon Body, this physique is scarce but not precious, all the people who carry the Nine Ghost Demon Body are ancestors of several generations without good thoughts, and bad luck does not become a general trend, or death in vain or death, several generations of resentment and anger and ruin plus evil thoughts, by chance converge on a descendant, it becomes the Nine Demon Body, to put it bluntly, it is like a rat living in a stinky ditch from generation to generation, there is always one that will have some differences."

The giant beast continued to tell him that the person with the Nine Ghost Demon Body could not cultivate normal martial arts and mental methods, and the more he practiced, the sooner he died, only by cultivating the Demon Skill could he be effective, and the Nine Demon Body was not the best physique for cultivation, and it could even only be said to be unsatisfactory, and it could not be compared with the top qualifications of cultivation such as the Yin Demon Body, the Blood God Demon Body, etc., and it was even inferior to the Xuan Yin Body born in the Yin Year and the Moon on the Rotten Street, regardless of good or evil, among so many generations of sword wielders, Song Lanjiang's qualifications were the worst.

Of course, there is no perfect and useless thing, the Nine Demon Body also has its advantages, just like the people often say that they live for a hundred years, all the people who carry the Nine Demon Body are very tenacious, and as long as they are not killed on the spot, and they can heal their injuries, their cultivation physique will be slightly improved.

The giant beast said that its last sword-wielder was four hundred years ago, and it combed Song Lanjiang's body this time and pulled Song Lanjiang into the blood-colored space, and it had used up its little remaining strength, and in the future, Song Lanjiang would continue to become stronger, hunt the blood and soul of the strong and let it absorb it, it would slowly regain its former demeanor, and dominate the world with the knife-wielding man.

Hearing such a dangerous thing, of course Song Lanjiang would not agree, if it weren't for this unknown place, Song Lanjiang would have escaped a long time ago.

The giant beast was very displeased, and fiercely told Song Lanjiang that he would not be strong enough to hunt the strong so that it could absorb blood and soul, otherwise the chains and black knives on Song Lanjiang's arms would suck Song Lanjiang's flesh and soul out after ten years, and the giant beast could wait for the arrival of the next knife wielder.

Then the fierce beast took care of himself and explained the division of martial arts levels for Song Lanjiang,

"Get started

Beginner

Warrior

Not into the stream of masters

Fourth-rate master

Third-rate master

Second-rate master

First-class masters

The best at it

Acquired masters

Innate master

Grandmaster"

The fierce beast continued to say to Song Lanjiang, this division is the way it was four hundred years ago, Song Lanjiang is not even a beginner now, and there is no need to tell him how the grandmaster will divide it in the future, and when he arrives, he will naturally know one day, and it is not good to know now.

After the first glimpse of the door, even if you can officially be called a martial artist, you will feel that as long as the martial artist is not born with a deficiency before, there will be no bottleneck, but the martial artist will not advance so quickly and need to be boiled slowly, so each stage is divided into five sub-levels: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the Great Perfection and its peak, and there will be an approximate basis between the benefits of this division among the same level.

Thinking about the time when he passed out, the black and blood-red world was also instilled with a primary knife technique that was said to be suitable for Song Lanjiang by the fierce beast, and Song Lanjiang was repeatedly practiced in that space The basic moves of the knife technique, I don't know how long it took, even he felt that he almost became crazy, and the giant beast released him.

Song Lanjiang shook his head in frustration, as if he wanted to get rid of these troubles, when there was a cry, and the little baby girl on the dry grass bed woke up.

Standing up and walking to the little baby girl, Song Lanjiang bowed down, thought about it and turned around to break off a piece of the scone on the fire, first bit half of it in a few bites, ate it to replenish the empty stomach, and then chewed the remaining cake into a paste, took it in his hand, and fed it into the little girl's mouth little by little.

Maybe yesterday the little baby girl was too hungry, but today after eating a few bites, the little baby girl was full, Song Lanjiang hung the remaining cakes back on the shelf in the fire pond, brought the treasured clean clothes, went to the river to prepare for a bath, and washed off the bloodstained clothes along the way.

Just as he was taking the clothes, the little baby girl started crying again, and at the same time, Song Lanjiang smelled some smell in his nose.

Returning to the little baby girl again, Song Lanjiang looked at the little baby girl and sighed, he really hoped that everything was a dream and everything would return to its original state.

Song Lanjiang clumsily cleaned up the little baby girl.

Song Lanjiang climbed out of the entrance of the broken brick kiln, turned around and carefully covered the entrance, found a branch and turned around to wipe off the footprints one by one, and then quietly checked what flaws were in the distance, and after looking at it for a while, he found that everything was normal, and Song Lanjiang walked gently to the river.

The water quality of the small river not far from the broken kiln of the Song Bar River is very good, the small river is the main water source for most people in Yilan City, Song Bar River chose a remote location where basically no one will come, took off all the clothes inside and out, and began to wash the clothes one by one in the river water naked.

There was a hideous scar on Song Lanjiang's back, and the knife wound went from the shoulder to the lower back, which looked very infiltrating, and almost killed Song Lanjiang back then.

The people of Yilan City do not eat the black tooth fish in the river water, because this kind of fish is very cunning and difficult to catch, the mouth is sharp and sharp, and the fierce temperament often attacks people or animals who enter the water.

A teenager like Song Lanjiang should not even want to catch the black toothfish, it is likely that he will not catch the black toothfish but will be eaten by it, and the black tooth fish has a very high hunting wisdom.

What Song Lanjiang didn't expect was that the smell of the blood scab in the water in his clothes attracted a huge black tooth fish., which quietly hid behind a big stone in the water, and it looked like an ordinary stone from the surface of the river.

"Nine extremes are secluded, and people are more lonely than them.

The military revolution is four xing, before the noon.

The demons are connected, and the heavenly spirits are lifeless.

Baihui is crowned, and the ghost cries and cries.

Turning the void into the vulgar and the body into the natural ......"

Song Lanjiang was washing clothes in his hands, because of last night's drill, Song Lanjiang was still echoing the knife mantra in his mind, but what he didn't know was that danger was coming.