Another world, a world dominated by an ancient cultivation system.

At dusk, when Shang Shulang woke up from his coma, he found himself lying on a grassy field, weak and unable to get up.

Fooled, I was deceived and crossed, I died in the original world!

You wait, when I return as the first god of the universe, I will tear you apart!

Look down, oh my God! Where am I wearing? Oh no, it's a bit uncivilized to say that, it's disgusting...

How did I become like this? What about my body? How did I become a guy who is not tall, only 1.6 meters?

In addition to being disappointed, I found that my body was very strong, full of tendons and flesh, and I should be very strong, but now I am tired and hungry, and I am just weak temporarily.

When he was entangled in not being tall enough and not handsome enough, he suddenly found that the feeling of mental malaise, boredom and decadence in the original world seemed to be gone, and the various human emotions and emotions that were becoming scarce also returned, and the change towards the walking dead also stopped.

He felt alive again, with vitality, and most importantly, with a strong desire to survive, which was a strong willingness to overcome difficulties and get up and struggle.

He burst into tears and laughed, but fortunately, it was a mixed blessing, and it wasn't all unpleasant.

However, what he was worried about was that my body was not tall enough and not handsome enough!

Others are rich and handsome, small fresh meat, why am I inferior to others?

I swear, I will find a peerless technique to adjust my height to 1.85 meters!

Suddenly, Shang Shulang felt dizzy in his head, and then the pain was intense, as unbearable as a pinprick ......

Ahh

... ... Hunted down, flee quickly... My original family is Qiao Shan, the son-in-law of the big family... The tragedy... There were corpses and blood everywhere...... Father...... A mysterious message came out: ... Door.... Secret Spells... Imperial Capital, East Lake, XIX... .. Token...... Uncle Bu fled on his back... Uncle can't do it, young master... Alchemy, my uncle didn't practice it, so I must enhance my mind... Force...... Come on......

After the memory was read, Shang Shulang's brain almost exploded.

Shang Shulang finally knew that the original name of this body was Qiao Shan, the son of a big family, in order to escape the pursuit after the annihilation, he changed his name Qiao Qianshan and came to the abandoned city for refuge.

He realized that when he got the golden finger, the first was a mysterious secret spell, a memory of the door, but he recited it silently in his heart and whispered it several times, but it had no effect.

The second one may be more practical and powerful - alchemy! What are the paper puppets, puppets, puppets, magic puppets, and the recipe called "Heavenly Scar Liquid", the runic array sequence, the spiritual power standard... The amount of knowledge is not small, and the function is very weird.

Although he has gained, he has no way to directly deal with the pursuit he is facing, and he must flee immediately.

Qiao went to Heisong Town to sell leather goods the day before yesterday, and offended the people of the local demon extermination group, and the gang charged him with demonic desire and forcibly robbed the goods.

If it is robbed, it will be robbed, and it will be chased and killed all the way.

Shang Shulang suspects that the leader has discovered his true identity and plans to take his own head to receive a reward!

Fortunately, those people did not know that they were from the outcast's stronghold, otherwise, if they found the door, they would be displaced and embark on the fugitive journey again, which would be miserable.

The enemy is coming after him. He waited anxiously for his strength to recover, for fear that his pursuers would appear immediately.

He had seen the ruined city in the distance, and although its walls were in ruins, few houses remained.

I can't go home, and once the demon slayer recognizes that he is a person from the outcast stronghold, I'm afraid it will affect those outcasts.

His goal is the ruined city's intricate underground waterways, which are large enough to hide themselves.

After a long time, he gradually recovered, slowly got up, and staggered away with great difficulty towards the ruined city.

Around dark, arrive, otherwise, it will be dangerous to stay outside.

... ...

At the same time, a dozen miles away, a group of eight pursuers was following his tracks. They all wore skull masks, armor, bows and arrows, and scimitars, and were murderous.

At the forefront, a masked man led three hounds, whose noses sniffed the ground from time to time and barked in the direction of the ruined city.

Although the head of the man resembles a scholar, he wears a special mask, such as an eagle face made of bronze, a hooked nose and beak, triangular eyes, and arms that are longer than ordinary people.

He said coldly: "The little guy is very cunning, he runs very fast, and he knows how to lie to us in a suspicious formation!"

"My lord, no matter how cunning you are, you can't get rid of the tracking dog, so you're about to catch up!" said a tall samurai beside him.

"Quick, in the direction of the ruined city!" everyone patted their horses and left.

... ...

Entering the ruined city, Shang Shulang immediately burrowed into the sewers.

Sewers are filthy, smelly and difficult to track down animals with a keen sense of smell.

Moreover, the underground waterways are crisscrossed like a labyrinth, and it is almost impossible to find a person.

Shang Shulang found that his eyes could roughly see the road clearly, and the eyes of this body were much stronger than mine.

He walked briskly in the direction of the current, and from time to time he changed paths and continued his journey, until he did not know where he had gotten deep.

The surroundings are getting darker and darker, indicating that they have entered the depths.

It's almost like that, you need to find a place to hide. He quickly found a crack where a man of his size needed to shrink his bones and suck his stomach to barely get in, and an adult strong man couldn't get in at all.

Moreover, this crack extends downward, and the deeper it goes, the wider the space becomes.

I don't know how long I walked...

A gust of wind blew from the depths, sending chills all over his body.

Won't it go straight to the underworld, just pick a crack and go straight to the ominous place?

I can't go down, it's getting colder and colder, and my body can't stand it.

Like a blind man, he began to feel the darkness and familiarize himself with his surroundings, with stone walls on both sides, and only two or three square meters around, enough for him to sit.

As soon as he sat down, he found that the ground was full of rocks, and he was so hurt that he touched it with his hand, but he touched something bad!

I'm baking! something, it's sticky stuff... He was nauseous, and he tried his best to shake his hands but couldn't shake them off.

What was terrifying was that the mucus actually wrapped around the palm of his hand, went up his arm, and covered his whole body in the blink of an eye!

Unable to breathe, he was helpless for a while, and he was about to suffocate to death!

He desperately tore a layer of gelatinous "coat" formed by mucus, he couldn't pull it, he couldn't pinch it, his teeth bit his hands, and it was useless to pass through the film!

His mind was in a mess, he tossed and turned, and his head became more and more dizzy... A strong resentment rushed, and the crossing was so poignantly suffocated?

He rushed to the doctor, chanting a strange spell that made his head dizzy... In fact, he memorized all the mantras of alchemy, and pointed his finger at himself, because the slime was on him...

At the same time, Shang Shulang used the only strength he had left, grabbed a sharp stone with his other hand, and stabbed him in the nose!

The toughness of the film is amazing, and it is concave inward under a sharp stone, but it does not break immediately.

He didn't care about life or death, he blew suddenly, the film bulged, the stone stabbed down fiercely, and finally cracked with a "bang".

Breathing frantically, his hands were torn, and the membrane finally stopped blocking his mouth and nose. Chanting mantra sounds, mantras passed out... ...

As he tore through the film, it instantly softened into liquid, most of which seeped directly into his skin, making him feel cold.

I've been invaded by something unknown? Isn't it going to be another round of pain?

As soon as the thought came to him, he shivered coldly, trembled and fell to the ground, curled up into dried shrimp. After a while, a layer of frost formed all over his body, and the cold gradually penetrated from the outside in.

Shang Shulang felt as if the cold had entered the depths of his blood and organs, and he seemed to be about to turn into an ice sculpture and turn into eternity.

Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and fainted!