"Ninth level exercise "Mutation Thunder Jue" ......"

Wang Renmu stood in front of the inheritance stone tablet at the east entrance of the village, what? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhat a joke. He didn't hear a word of the rest of the explanation.

As a genius of the time, Wang Ren learned to walk at the age of three, to speak at the age of five, and to climb trees at the age of seven...... Well, he's not a genius.

What now? God lifted the door of his room and sealed his window again.

A poor little beggar, who also wants to live with dignity.

When I opened my eyes, was everything yesterday just an empty nightmare, why didn't I have any memory?

There was a small space in front of him, and he couldn't even stretch his limbs, Wang Ren turned over, his forehead hit the wooden board on the left side, and there was a heavy muffled sound, and there was no feeling on his face.

If there is no pain, is it a dream? Only in a dream there is no pain.

Wang Ren tried to remember, but he couldn't remember anything, what was this place? Who was he?

Pushing away the plank in front of him with great force, it was much easier than he imagined, and the pouring earth buried him, moving his stiff body, Wang Ren struggled out of the dirt.

The cemetery, this is a cemetery, the eye is large and small tombstones, under the washing of the years, some of the tombstones have been weathered, and some have been unable to see the words on them.

Wang Ren lifted up a stone slab in front of him, which was supposed to be a tombstone for himself, and he wanted to see who he really was.

From one to thirty, the crooked thirty numbers were engraved on the slate, occupying most of the slate, what did these mean, and what did it have to do with him, he couldn't figure it out.

Shaking off the dirt on his body, Wang Ren crawled out of the grave, and he didn't know what kind of clothes he was wearing, and he wouldn't leave any dirt behind.

Looking at his gray fingers, Wang Ren was startled, he only now realized that he had no breathing, no pulse, no heartbeat, not even a sign of life, he was standing in front of the cemetery in a daze, he was already a dead man, but why was he still alive.

Located in the northeast of the Amber Continent, Shattered Seal Mountain was once the first of the world's top ten sects at its most glorious time, but now it has declined, but it is still among the world's top ten sects.

The post station is the most useless organization in the outer courtyard of the Broken Mountain, managing a crane, and no one cares about it for a hundred and eight years.

Wu Wen has taken over the post station for six years, not to mention the stewards and disciples in the sect, and he has never seen a cat or a dog.

But today, after six years of unchanging life, a small blister was provoked, and an outer disciple actually walked into his small courtyard.

Wu Wen was very curious and happy, and finally ushered in the first guest in the six years of history.

In front of him was a young man, dressed in a silver-white robe marking his identity as an outer disciple, and he sat quietly in the courtyard motionless, as if waiting, more like thinking, with a pair of eyes......

It's these eyes.

Wu Wen was stunned, gray, dead gray, no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only bottomless gray, what is that?

Could it be immortalism?

There are many exercises for cultivation in the cultivation realm, which are roughly divided into two types.

Rank exercises and immortal arts.

Graded exercises are divided into ten levels, from one to ten, with one strongest and ten weakest.

There are two types of hierarchical exercises, non-attributed and attributed.

Attributeless exercises, which convert the absorbed heaven and earth aura into pure spiritual power, are very common.

Exercises with attributes can convert the absorbed heaven and earth aura into different attributes, which is very rare.

Wang Ren's "Mutated Thunder Technique" is an exercise with attributes, thunder attributes, which are very rare, but the ninth level is still very weak, really weak.

Immortal art is somewhat complicated, but it is impossible to meet.

In the early days of the universe, there were many races, and a hundred flowers bloomed, and each race had its own inheritance exercises.

Over time, their race has slowly settled in history, but their legacy has remained in the Inheritance Tablet. Even today, a few years later, there are still human beings who have comprehended their exercises, and these exercises that do not belong to human beings are called immortal arts.

Immortal art can change the system, structure, and even soul of human beings, and the power of immortal art is between the first-level exercises and the third-level exercises, and all of them have attributes.

"Who are you?" Wu Wen clenched the shovel in his hand vigilantly, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, and the young man in front of him made him feel a chill in his heart.

As if awakened, and as if deliberately waiting, the young man turned his head and glanced at Wu Wen expressionlessly.

The sky swirled, just a glance, Wu Wen felt a shock from the depths of his soul, his gray eyes were like dark clouds before a storm, depressed and gloomy, the shovel in his hand slipped without force, and the young man in front of him made him unable to raise any fighting spirit, which was an instinctive look.

The young man is none other than Wang Ren.

Crawling out of the cemetery, Wang Ren crossed a few mountain roads, and saw the small courtyard in front of him, a small vegetable patch enclosed by several grass houses, instinctively, he liked it very much.

"Who are you?" asked Wang Ren calmly, like a crawling wireless puppet, without the slightest emotion.

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"Who am I?" After a pause, Wang Ren asked again.

Wu Wen didn't know how to answer, he was stunned in place, cold sweat crawled all over his forehead, and the hairs on his back stood upside down, what kind of person is this, wearing the clothes of an outer disciple, but no matter how you look at it, it is a monster that comes out of the inner door, like an indifferent corpse, revealing the corrupt breath of harvesting life.

"You don't know who I am?"

"I don't know. Wu Wen was already stupid, he really didn't know who the young man in front of him was.

Wang Ren shook his head and stood up, his life experience is quite complicated, it seems that he needs to go to more places to ask, nodded calmly towards Wu Wen, and Wang Ren walked out of this small courtyard.

Until Wang Ren walked away, Wu Wen fell to his knees limp and fell to the ground, he was just an ordinary person, with no ambition and mediocre qualifications, the sect would not waste resources on him, he was just a victim of the family, in order to be involved with the Broken Seal Mountain, he was forced to a discarded son of the Broken Seal Mountain.

He is not interested in cultivation, nor is he interested in life, he can live as long as he can, and he has nothing else to ask for food and drink.

Taking a deep breath to relieve the sense of oppression in his heart, Wu Wen stood up and patted the dust on his body, everything today is a dream, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't see it, he doesn't hear it, he wants to be a good little person in his duty.

"Hey, can I stay with you?"

An indifferent voice sounded behind him, Wu Wen shuddered, and he didn't need to look back to know that the plague god who had just left had returned.

Going out from the post station, Wang Ren didn't take a few steps, he found that his body was becoming more and more disobedient, and his stiff limbs seemed to have an indescribable attachment to the dilapidated courtyard, like a wanderer who had been away from his hometown for many years, and suddenly found a sense of belonging to home, which not only made him wonder, could it be that the small courtyard hid his vague life experience.

With this doubt, he turned back again.