Comfortable! Extremely comfortable! This was Zhang Ran's first feeling.

The sweet juice of the dragon's blood fruit quickly slid down the throat into the abdomen, and then seeped into the internal organs, moisturizing every corner of the body.

Zhang Ran was drowsy, as if his body was soaking in a hot spring, and he was touched by the warm spring water inside and out, and there was no place on his body that was not comforting, and there was no place that was uncomfortable. Zhang Ran just closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to wake up for the rest of his life.

The spiritual power contained in the dragon blood fruit is too huge, so huge that it is difficult for the body to absorb it, and it is even too late to absorb it at all. These huge spiritual powers are like the sea rushing into a stream. The spiritual power was rampaging in Zhang Ran's abdomen, venting wantonly, stirring up the displacement of the five internal organs and the confusion of the six internal organs. With a "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhang Ran's mouth.

It hurts! It hurts more than cutting meat!

His body soon looked like a ball that had been beaten to his feet, his skin was tense, and traces of blood oozed out like earthworms. The spiritual power continued to expand, and Zhang Ran's body was about to explode like fireworks in the sky!

Blessed to the soul, Zhang Ran came up with "Breaking the Acupoint and Passing the Pulse". The only thing you can do is to run the mantra over and over again. Zhang Ran clenched his teeth, and his hands tirelessly pinched the complex seal according to the mental method. At first, it was jerky, and later it became skillful and even smooth, and the hands that pinched the seal, like butterflies through flowers and trees, danced according to some peculiar law.

At this time, the violent spiritual power was not like the headless collision just now, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and introduced into a pre-set track. The swollen body gradually returned to normal, and there was blood all over the body.

Feeling that the danger was gradually leaving, Zhang Ran thought that he would not experience such pain again.

Immediately, there was a slight itch in the palms, feet, legs, arms, waists, hearts, and shoulders, but soon, the pain became stronger and stronger, and these places were like being pierced by sharp bamboo sticks, and it was like ants gnawing at them, as if they were not enjoyable, and a red-hot soldering iron was constantly burning. Tingling, tingling, burning. Zhang Ran was about to go crazy, the mental formula was running wildly, and the acupuncture points were finally opened.

Finally, ** finally came as scheduled.

There was an invisible blunt knife, which was tearing along the meridians connecting these seven acupuncture points, little by little, without hesitation, and the meridians in this place were opened, and the next one was immediately started. Zhang Ran was already in pain, roaring loudly like a beast. The hands that pinched the trick, completely relying on the last little will to survive, unconsciously knotted the handprint.

These meridians are like a dry riverbed, full of cracks that bloom, longing for the moisture of a spring rain. One silk, two wires, three wires...... Countless air currents converged into a great tide, whistling and rushing in the meridians that were connected to each other. This new power quickly repairs the ruptured wounds left in the meridians, strengthening and strengthening these newly opened meridians. When this unprecedented power flowed through the meridians for seven reincarnations, they suddenly discovered a new world that they had never been before, and rushed to the dantian.

The dantian, which had been silent for many years, was boiling.

This majestic force, like a boulder, smashed into the small puddle with all its might, splashing in all directions. The narrow dantian could not withstand the impact of this huge force, and the barrier that had been held for many years suddenly collapsed and the boundary was broken. They regard the dantian as their own home, and while unscrupulously expanding the territory of the dantian, they don't care about the death or resurrection of Zhang Ran, the master, and on the other hand, they care for and repair it with warmth and tenderness. The whole dantian is crystal clear and tough. The originally small dantian was only the size of a peach pit, but now, it was as big as a fist.

The mental method of "Breaking the Pulse Method" works to the extreme. A vigorous vitality radiated from Zhang Ran's body, and Zhang Ran woke up. When you open your eyes, they are as bright as the stars.

Whew, it's over, is this cultivation? If he had known that cultivation would be so painful, he didn't know if he would have the courage to persevere. Fortunately, it was passed safely and unscathed. What he didn't know was that this cultivation had almost destroyed the foundation, and even God was favoring Zhang Ran.

That's the bad thing about not being guided. Other people's cultivation usually starts with opening one acupoint, but he opened seven unbelievably it, which can be regarded as unprecedented. He didn't know that the spiritual power of the dragon blood fruit was so huge, if he had understood it before, he wouldn't have swallowed it in one gulp. The unique secret of "Breaking the Pulse Technique" and the dragon blood fruit fabulously helped him perfectly open the seven major acupoints and open up the three canons, laying a supreme foundation for his future cultivation.

Zhang Ran, who had been sitting for a long time, got up, and was embarrassed to find that his clothes had become strips of rags, and his bare skin was covered with gray dirt and bloodstains, as well as an unpleasant fishy smell. He jumped into the small clear pool of water and washed himself vigorously until he was satisfied. Open the package and take out a black robe and put it on. His eyes widened suddenly, and the dragon's blood incense tree was gone, leaving a small trace of ash on the ground.

This time I practiced, and my merits were complete.

It was time to go back, and he was sincerely grateful for the opportunity that the master had left him. He cautiously touched the secret exercises in his bosom, and if someone else found out, he would die with no place to bury. And that little black black, no matter what method is taken, it still can't be opened.

The fog in the valley is gone. Outside, green mountains and green waters.

It's almost time to get to the cottage, and a bad feeling rises in Zhang Ran's heart.

The wind blowing from the valley lingered on the smell of blood. Is there an accident?

Zhang Ran didn't dare to move, hid in the low jungle, secretly brushed off the leaves, and peeked towards the cottage valley.

In the distance, the figures were scattered, running in all directions, as if something was chasing after them, and one after another screams came from afar.

In mid-air, there was a figure floating, holding a black banner in his hand, laughing wildly, and his voice was full of infinite hatred.

In the black flags, large balls of black gas flew out, transforming into grimaces with open mouths, constantly chasing people who were desperately fleeing for their lives. The grimace's movements are eerie and agile. Those with knives and guns seemed to be fighting with the shadows, and the swords went down, as if they were slashed in the air, and the grimaces could not be killed at all.

People are desperate, what the hell are these grimaces, are they really evil ghosts? There was no hope, so everyone had to throw away the weapons they usually regarded as treasures, and flee as far as they could. In the end, they were all caught up by Grimace one by one, and in this unpredictable method, no one could escape with their lives.

The person floating in the air just kept pinching his hands, and there were words in his mouth, and countless black air masses were released from the black flag.

The smell of blood in the air was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and the valley stream, which was originally as clear as a promise, became a river of blood.

Where does Zhang Ran dare to escape now, if he is found by a grimace in his heart, then he will be doomed, he can only hide motionless. Zhang Ran was lucky, he happened to be hiding downwind of the cottage valley, and his aura was not detected by the grimace.

Immortal cultivator? Zhang Ran suddenly had this thought, he must be an immortal cultivator, otherwise how could he float in the air, this is not something that a martial arts master can do. The old man sitting in the cave reminded him that in front of the immortal cultivators, mortals were just lambs to be slaughtered, and no matter how powerful the means he had, they were not worth mentioning.

An hour later, the immortal cultivator holding the black banner looked around with satisfaction, and with a loud laugh, he rose into the air, gradually turning into a black dot and disappearing in an instant.

Zhang Ran never dared to make a move, and he would not make more moves without being sure that he was 100% safe.

The methods of the immortal cultivators turned the joy of the success of the cultivation at the beginning into endless worries. If one day, I meet an immortal cultivator with bad intentions, what should I do? Just like this bloody cottage, can I still save my life?

What puzzled Zhang Ran was, how could an immortal cultivator come to slaughter these mountain bandits for no reason, did they have a grudge? He suddenly thought of the old man in Xuanyi who was killed last time, could it be? Zhang Ran shuddered, if this was the case, then he would be too dangerous, could that immortal cultivator be tracking down himself, or everything related to him? Also, how could there be an immortal cultivator in the territory of the Hengshan Empire?

For the first time in his life, Zhang Ran saw the killing methods of immortal cultivators, and to put it mildly, there was no close physical contact entanglement at all. Zhang Ran currently only has three suspected swordsmanship to save his life, and he doesn't have any hole cards, so it seems that it's time to find this sword cultivation technique.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ran's face was gloomy.

Two hours later, the immortal cultivator did not return, and Zhang Ran was relieved.

The corpses on the ground were messy, nearly 100 corpses, and a large hole was cut in the throat of each victim, and no one survived. Zhang Ran desperately hoped to find Wang Yuan's body, but he didn't want to really appear on him. This strange idea shocked even him. Wang Yuan did not return to the cottage.

Zhang Ran returned to the stone house where he had stayed.

The destruction of the cottage, the death of countless people, blood and slaughter, it is incredible that it did not bring too much mental fluctuation to Zhang Ran. Are you used to seeing life and death, or have you become cold?

On the stone platform, which is called the bed, there are stacks of silver tickets of varying amounts, all of which Zhang Ran has scavenged from the cottage treasury and the deceased, with a total of no less than one million.

Zhang Ran is almost sixteen years old this year, and there is no moment when he misses home as unforgettable as he is now. Zhang Ran sorted out the package and found the gray robe that his mother had made for him, and he couldn't wear it. The mysterious animal skin and the black box, he hid them in his arms.

Zhang Ran picked up the green steel sword and rushed in the direction of Gushan City.

He didn't want to bring any variables to his home, and there were some things that shouldn't have appeared, including Wang Yuan.