In the room, a teenager was lying on the bed, his body trembling, his sides closed, and his thin clothes soaked with sweat.

He seemed to be immersed in endless grief, unable to extricate himself, no matter how the outside world shouted, he just couldn't wake up to save him.

It's been four days, and the boy's consciousness has been sinking into another world, a world of despair, bloodshed, and death. One by one, his relatives were mercilessly killed, and the dead relatives looked at him and wept.

For him it was a purgatory, corrupting his soul little by little. Blood oozed from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

"Brother Feng, if you can't go on like this, he will die in his inner demons," a woman's voice said

"You'd better seal his memory, if something happens to him, I won't be able to explain it to the fairy lord," a man's voice said

"But if I have not come up with a way to crack it so far, he will not lose himself in the future," the woman said.

"It's even more important to save his surname now that nothing is going on, hurry up and cast a spell," the man urged helplessly

The room fell silent, save for the boy's dreams and wails.

A pleasant sound of the piano is like a pair of warm hands constantly caressing the struggling soul, this sound of the piano makes people relax, makes people forget the pain, as if there is nothing in the world that cannot be forgotten. Life and death become insignificant in the face of this voice, and everything in the world is illusory.

Slowly, the boy's painful face returned to peace and became peaceful.

The next day, the boy opened his eyes, his black eyes were empty and blank, the boy got up, looked around, and found himself in a strange room, there were two strange people in the room, one was a middle-aged man dressed in white with a resolute face, and the other was a woman dressed in plain clothes and with an elegant temperament.

The young man looked at the two of them, was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where is this, why am I here?"

The elegant woman walked to the bed and looked at the young man distressedly: "You are injured, Brother Feng rescued you"

The young man glanced at the man in white, frowned and said to himself, "I was hurt, how did I get hurt, and who am I?"

The woman said again: "You are Hanfeng, this is your Brother Hanfeng, you are his brother, I am your sister Xianyin" The young man just woke up and they didn't want to tell him what happened to him, so they reshaped his identity.

The young man got out of bed and walked to the man in white and asked, "Big brother?"

The man in white nodded and said briefly, "Yes."

"And how did I get hurt?" the boy asked, puzzled

"You had a dispute with Sanxiu and were seriously injured by others," the man named Leng Feng said very seriously

At this time, the plain-clothed woman named Xianyin said again: "Okay, Hanfeng, you still need to rest, I'll bring you some food later" After speaking, she left the room with Leng Feng.

"Cold wind, why can't I remember anything at all?" the boy racked his brains to remember everything about himself, but his mind went blank.

After a while, Xianyin sent delicious food, and Han Feng didn't think how he could be so hungry, so he ate everything he sent.

After eating, Han Feng felt that his body was slowly regaining his strength: "Sister, I want to go out to breathe"

"Okay, sister, take you" After speaking, he walked out of the room with the cold wind

After coming out, Hanfeng found that this was a very large manor, and the courtyard was full of wood flowers and spiritual grasses, exuding bursts of fragrance that made people feel refreshed.

"Cold Wind, this is the manor I built when I married your eldest brother, called Xianfeng, it is the most beautiful manor in the eastern suburbs of Liujin, you slowly recuperate, maybe you will remember everything soon" Xianyin said with a smile

"Thank you, sister, where is Brother Leng Feng?" asked the young man Han Feng when he saw that he didn't see his eldest brother

"Your eldest brother saw that you had forgotten the past, and that he might not remember the previous mental method, so he went to find a mental method for you to cultivate," Sister Xianyin explained for Han Feng

Then the two of them were immersed in the calm fragrance of flowers, this young man named Hanfeng was Lu Mu, but now he had forgotten everything about Chiyuan and started a new life.

At night, Han Feng felt the seven crimson spirits in his body in his room in Xianfeng Manor.

What kind of person was you before?

Why do I feel that I have forgotten something that I should not forget, but I don't know what it is?

At this time, someone outside the room spoke: "Did the cold wind sleep?"

"No, big brother, come in," I heard the sound of cold wind.

Leng Feng walked in, took out a book from his body, and put it on the table: "This is an immortal-level heart method, although it lacks the cultivation heart method of the last two realms, but it is enough for you to use, you have to cultivate well, otherwise you will be bullied by others again if your brother is not in you in the future."

The current cold wind has no concept of mental level at all, and replied casually: "I know brother, I make you worried"

After the cold wind left, the cold wind came to the table and picked up the book to read, the book was very shabby, and the pale yellow book read "Battle Body Immortal Sutra".

Turning the first page, it is written that this sutra is known as the strongest cultivation method of the original star. Cultivate to the fullest ability to break through the void. This sutra can temper the human body to the maximum extent of the spiritual power of the force, so that the amount of spiritual power that the body can hold is also maximized. However, the biggest disadvantage of this scripture is that the requirements for spirit stones are very high, and only high-grade spirit stones can be used.

It seems that he can't cultivate now, because he doesn't have any spirit stones at all, let alone high-grade spirit stones.

The next time, Xianyin came to Hanfeng's room and gave Hanfeng a magical gift, a gray spherical sword ornament that could be used to set on the sword.

And this trinket turned out to be a space carrier, through a special law decision, Han Feng actually felt a space several feet in this trinket, and there were hundreds of high-grade spirit stones stored in it.

Han Feng laughed happily and said, "Thank you, Sister Xianyin" I was worried that there were no spirit stones available.

"Haha, why are you so polite to your sister, you weren't like this before" Xianyin, who was dressed in plain clothes, teased, she wanted to really bring Lu Mu into the world of cold winds.

"What was I like before?" asked Hanfeng

"Our family Hanfeng used to be a brave, kind, and hard-working good child," Xianyin said very seriously

When he heard others say this, he also laughed happily: "What kind of person is my brother?"

"Your brother is a man who is cold on the surface, but actually very warm on the inside" Speaking of Leng Feng Xianyin, he was unconsciously intoxicated

"Where are our parents?" asked Hanfeng again

"You and your brother are both orphans, and we don't know where our parents are," Xianyin said in deep thought

"Why is my brother always not at home? What does he do?" Hanfeng was like an ignorant child, curious about everything.

In the end, Xianyin told him that Leng Feng was the leader of a hidden sect that was flowing gold. The Lingbao Immortal Pavilion, the largest chamber of commerce in the original star, belonged to this hidden sect, and he had a lot of things to deal with every day, which was very hard. He also told Han Feng to ask him to cultivate hard, these spirit stones are enough for him to practice for a year, so that he should not be lazy, and he can share the pressure for his brother in the future.

Han Feng practiced the Battle Body Immortal Sutra for the first time, and the essence of the nine areas of his body moved, frantically absorbing the pure spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and the seven crimson spirits were also greedily devouring the spiritual energy that entered the body like a hungry beast for a long time.

At this time, the force exuded an amazing power of the primordial spirit, wandering all over the body, and the body was actually tempered to make a "crackling" sound. It's really a terrifying exercise, and what a terrifying level of physical strength will it reach in the long run.

After a few hours, the seven spirits finally stopped ingesting the spiritual energy, and their bodies were also filled with an ocean of spiritual power.

This cultivation did not change the color of the spirit, but only turned more red.

When he opened his black eyes, there was not much spiritual energy left in that high-grade spirit stone.

The spiritual power contained in a high-grade spirit stone can be worth hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones, and a medium-grade spirit stone is worth hundreds of low-grade spirit stones. It can be seen that the terrifying demand for spirit stones in this battle body immortal scripture, on the contrary, the benefits obtained by oneself will also be terrifying.

Looking back at the broken sword with a wooden hilt hanging from the head of the bed, there was an unknown urge in my heart.

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