Green skirt and white sleeves buried in blood Chapter 3 Ning Zhangxing

Sixty years after the eight emperors of Kyushu, the emperor fell.

In the same year, Meng He left Qiongyao Prefecture and went north through Gulong Prefecture, Jin Yong Prefecture, Shizhi Prefecture, and Shuren Prefecture to reach the northernmost state of Kyushu and abandon his life. From the seventeenth heaven of the abandonment state, all the way down, and finally reached the first heaven of the abandonment state.

Meng He, who walked out of the Heavenly Teleportation Channel, looked at the back that was already waiting for him at the entrance of the passage, and understood that his whereabouts had been exposed.

"The emperor has fallen, I just want to know, what did he tell you before he died?" The figure just stood there, and it put a lot of pressure on Meng He.

Dark Emperor!

"Heavenly Dao restricts the Great Emperor and makes a move on me, I think, this is not your wise choice. Meng He said with a smile, without hiding his sarcasm in his tone. At that time, Meng He's father fought with the Star Emperor and unified Kyushu, which was recognized by Kyushu Heaven. After his father's death, he carried the Heavenly Dao will left by his father, and if the Dark Emperor shattered his surrounding will, he would be devoured by his own Heavenly Dao will.

"But searching your memories, I think I can do it. The Dark Emperor turned abruptly, the power of darkness surging in his right hand.

"It's late!" Meng He's palm surged with the power of runes, and he slapped it fiercely on his temple.

The power of the forbidden poured in, and the memory crystals in Meng He Zhihai shattered under the mystical runes. The Dark Emperor sensed the fragments of crystals in Meng He's sea of knowledge, his face was gloomy and terrifying, he couldn't kill Meng He at the risk of being attacked now, after all, now the foreign race was eyeing him, if he was injured, the battlefield might be hit hard by the foreign race.

"Anyway, if you lose your memory, life is better than death. ”

The Dark Emperor disappeared into the black mist, and in an instant, the black fog dissipated, and the Dark Emperor disappeared.

In the sixth year of the Eight Emperors of Kyushu, a six-year-old baby boy died in his sleep on the first day of abandoning the state. Every six years, at the same time, a six-year-old baby boy died in the state. The Forsaken Continent is too big, and only the people in the clan know about the death of each baby, so there are no powerful people who have discovered this pattern.

In the sixty-sixth year of the Eight Emperors of Kyushu, the death of a six-year-old baby has never happened again.

In the seventy-first year of the Eight Emperors of Kyushu, the first heavy heaven of the Abandonment Continent, Wuyu, East Nine District, Anzhao Dynasty, Ningfu.

"Ning Zhangxing, Ning Yuyue, Ning Xu, Ning Zi'an, there is less than a year left, and they will awaken again. If you still don't have the source mansion in your awakening this time, my mother won't let me play with you. ”

On the edge of the artificial lake in the courtyard, a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children sit on a rockery, boredly looking at the pavilions in the distance, or staring at the fish in the water.

After being silent for a long time, it seemed that everyone was avoiding this topic, and the child named Ning Ziwu who spoke said aggrievedly: "I also want to play with you all the time, but my father and mother said that I had awakened five years ago, but I haven't cultivated much in the past five years, and I have been playing with you guys, if I don't practice again, they will apply for me to enter the family ancestral hall for compulsory retreat." As he spoke, he seemed to have a great fear of the family ancestral hall, and his voice was filled with tears.

"Actually, I didn't understand, why cultivate?" muttered a little girl named Ning Zi'an, who was Ning Ziwu's younger sister.

The old family head of Ningfu Ning has three sons, the eldest son Ning Ying, the second son Ning Qing, and the younger son Ning Long.

Ning Ying has two sons, the eldest son Ning Xu, the younger son Ning Yuyue, Ning Qing has a son and a daughter, Ning Ziwu and Ning Zi'an, and Ning Long's son Ning Zhangxing.

"Dad said that cultivation is to make yourself stronger, so that you won't be bullied. My mother said that only if I can cultivate, the elders in the family will like me. Ning Yuyue said.

Ning Xu said: "Grandpa told me that only the strong can protect the continuation of the family bloodline and strive for more benefits for the development of the family. ”

Ning Ziwu frowned and said, "My mother told me that if you cultivate stronger than others, you can only find the best looking when you find a daughter-in-law in the future, and you can eat the best ...... when you eat." Ning Zi'an hurriedly said.

Everyone said it, but Ning Zhangxing was still silent.

"Ning Zhangxing, why is it so difficult for you to say a word? If it weren't for your words, everyone would think you were dumb. ”

"Yes, grandpa said that from the time you were born to the age of one, you cried every day, and the crying was so loud that you may have made your voice hoarse. ”

Listening to what they said, Ning Zhangxing looked back at a few of them. He was extremely thin, with only bones in his arms, and there was no doubt that a gust of wind could easily blow him away. His face is thin, and his eyes seem to contain hundreds of millions of stars. Anyone who sees him will only have the impression that he is thin, and other than that, there is nothing special about it.

"They're all right. Ning Zhangxing spat out a few hoarse words in his mouth. With that, he got up and jumped off the rockery.

Ning Yuyue stared at her eyes suspiciously, and said, "They're all right." What do you mean?" "Stupid to you, he means that what Daddy and Grandpa said is right." Ning Zi'an said with a smile and jumped off the rockery.

"Ning Zhangxing, wait for us. ”

The breeze blew and the lake rippled, and this scene was recorded by later generations.

Ning Zhangxing returned home, walked to his room, closed the door, lay on the bed, and fell into deep thought.

When he was five years old, he learned from his parents what cultivation was all about.

Everyone awakens the source mansion when they are six years old, and the number of source mansions awakened at the time of innate time determines each person's qualifications. Of course, the source mansion can increase the number of cultivated the day after tomorrow. It's just that the resources and time it takes to cultivate a Source Mansion are immeasurable.

One source is a one-yuan realm, two one-yuan realms are dual-realm, and so on.

Through the source house, you can perceive the rules, elements, prohibitions and other forces between heaven and earth, so as to obtain various origin powers between heaven and earth. A Source Mansion can carry a Source and strengthen the power of the Source through gradual comprehension and cultivation.

The power of the source is also known as the source power, and the cultivation of one origin in a source mansion can be divided into nine layers, if the origin cultivation in the first source mansion reaches the ninth layer, the second source mansion can be opened.

Therefore, if the people of the Innate Multi-Source Mansion have a strong understanding, they can cultivate the power of multiple origins at the same time.

Ning Zhangxing has always had a secret, and he didn't dare to expose it.

At the age of five, he woke up on his own. Moreover, he is the Innate Ten Source Mansion! And the first Source Mansion contains an Innate Origin!

In the Ningfu Library Pavilion, he rummaged through all the classics, and only found that the most known powerhouses on the continent at present were five. And it's not the congenital five, it's the acquired five.

The strongest person between this heaven and earth is only the five-yuan realm, but he is now the ten-yuan realm.

How to say how ridiculous.

So in the six-year-old arousal test, he didn't really put his hands into the test instrument.

"Xiaoxing, come over for dinner. ”

A voice interrupted Ning Zhangxing's thoughts.

"Here, mother. ”