After lunch, Luotian sat on his bed, holding the cocoon that he had held since birth, and he couldn't see it, he didn't know what it was, but it always felt important.

Looking at the circles of silk threads, white, milky white, and then looking inside, between the gaps, it seems to see colorful light, the sky quickly blinked, and then there was only white silk threads.

Thinking about it, it was estimated that he was dazzled, so he strung the cocoon and hung it around his neck, and at this time, a trace of colored light passed by, and no one knew.

Since I can remember, Luotian not only has never been sick, but has never even sneezed, he is full of energy every day, his strength is rubbing up, he works every day, and he still has fine skin and tender meat, which has caused a lot of sensation in the village.

No one could figure out what was going on, and he himself was blindsided, so he didn't wonder later.

Accidentally remembering the past, the falling angel shook his head vigorously, and if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, this is what Dad said.

Out of the house, goodbye to his parents, towards the mountains, a few years ago, the falling sky had its own thoughts, in order to find the void immortals, must work their muscles and bones, starve their bodies.

Only the stronger he becomes, the greater the chance he will find, for the sake of his parents, he works silently, no one knows.

Climbing the mountainside, there is a pair of eyes in the village, the eyelids are full of wrinkles, the wise eyes that see through the world, staring at the falling sky, like hope and helplessness, everything is silent.

At this time, the falling sky on the hillside had no idea that anyone was watching him, and he tried to climb over the mountain and cross the river, and it took about two or three hours before he stopped.

Looking at the surrounding trees and lush leaves, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds and beasts are chirping, a piece of peace, the sky takes a deep breath, the chest is doubled, and then slowly calms down.

"Let's start!" said to himself with a smile, walked over to a raised dead branch and leaf, grabbed it with both hands, and threw it aside, which revealed a coolness behind it, and as the branches and leaves became fewer.

A cave one and a half high appeared in front of the falling sky, this is his secret base, the hole is not deep, you can see the end at a glance, there are fires, bedding, clothes, and a lot of red fruits, sprinkling unknown spices of dried meat, quite moist.

He clapped his hands, got in with a familiar car, and changed into the practice clothes he secretly made, full of energy, sleeveless tops, and shorts to the knees, revealing strong muscles, really dressed and thin, stripped with flesh.

With a slight effort, the big tendons on his shoulders intertwined back and forth, and he tried to clench his fists, feeling the power filling his body, and closed his eyes for a while before opening them.

In an instant, his breath changed, his eyes were sharp, sharp, and cold, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura, forming a feeling that was diametrically opposed to his delicate face.

If he was a sunny boy before, then now he is like a wolf child, persistent, perseverance, killing, and a variety of fusions into one, turning into a cold temperament, like a lone wolf in the night.

Walking out of the hole, I came to a big tree in the arms of three people, there were obvious several large pits on it, I didn't want to cut it, it was like a hammer, and there were a few traces of dried flesh hanging on it.

"It's almost time to break through the limit, you must succeed today! Let's warm up with a thousand punches first!"

Bang! Bang! The fist bleed, the fist hit the flesh, and the sound frightened away countless pikas, rabbits, birds, and birds. Hit it deeply, the sawdust splashed everywhere, accidentally cut his face, the blood flowed slowly, the fist was no longer in shape, the bones could be seen one or two, and the pit was all bright red.

But none of this affected the falling sky in the slightest, he stared straight at the stump like an eagle swooping on it, and punched meticulously, today more than ever, in order to break through his limits.

What is the limit! It is the point that you can't hold on to your will!

It was painful, untouched, a double torment of body and mind, draining everything from the self.

Luotian is not a masochist, he has his own persistence and the belief of guarding the good.

Every time he exercised, his parents' faces appeared in his mind, and today as always.

Sweat and blood flowed down the neck, sweat all over the body rained, tight muscles, beautiful curves, steaming heat, in the sun, glistening.

A thousand punches were quickly swung, followed by kicks, then knees, fingers, back, as long as there was no place to practice.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, the sound of hitting the trunk never stopped, and the sky was desperately exerting force, constantly encouraging himself in his heart to exert all his strength as much as possible.

It doesn't matter if your hands are rotten, it doesn't matter if your legs are rotten, it doesn't matter if you use your knees, and it doesn't matter if your knees are broken, continue to find a place.

If his ruthless energy was seen by the second elder, he probably wouldn't recognize that this was still his well-behaved and likable child.

The fierce aura radiates all around, and there are no wild beasts within a mile.

Only he himself knows that he can have such an effect, and he has been like this for more than ten years, how much suffering and pain he has obtained.

The sun slowly descended overhead, and the afternoon passed, and the sky set as if in a pool of blood, and there was no good ground in sight, rotten flesh, white bones, exposed to the air, and the smell of blood wafted around, but it did not attract any wild beasts.

Standing and feeling the pain and mental exhaustion brought by your body, not to mention a little fascinating and addictive!

Luotian was taken aback by his own idea, was he really a little masochistic? Forget it, no matter, it's time to take the final step.

Turn around and walk towards the depths of the mountain, one step at a time, without any confusion, and march quickly.

Soon, they came to a small round lake, and the surrounding dense trees completely covered the small lake, and the villagers of Luoxing Village did not know about it.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a time when the sky fell to find the fruit and rolled directly here, I really didn't find it, this paradise.

The lake water is crystal clear, translucent and sweet, the stones at the bottom of the lake are scattered, the white fine sand is covered with crevices, and the little aquatic plants are swaying at the bottom of the lake, which is lovely, clean and natural in one word.

Falling in the sky, he was familiar with the road, stripped naked, stood by the lake and stretched his waist, the chest muscles and abdominal muscles, stretching to his heart's content, the back muscles and gluteal muscles, arching an elegant arc, looking like an old tree rooted, solid and reliable.

Then a fierce man plunged in, stretched his body in various postures, played, and slowly washed away the stains and blood stains on his body.

The clear water never gets dirty a little bit, as if the blood stains disappeared out of thin air, which is also the secret surprise of Luotian every time he comes to exercise.

At that time, he found that the sky was falling here, and it was unusual to be cautious, and generally places with water sources were guarded by powerful beasts, but he circled around the lake for several days without finding a single beast, and he didn't see any fish and shrimp at the bottom of the lake.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Xiao Luotian, scratching his head, jumped in, did not pay attention to the danger, and swam happily, not only was the lake very safe, but after swimming around, he found that the injuries on his body were much better.

Since then, he has been stationed here, exercising more boldly, and as for anything else, he doesn't have to care.

Until now, nothing has changed except that the sky is getting taller and stronger.

Feeling that he was almost soaked, the injuries on his body were slowly healing, and his leisurely expression suddenly turned around and became serious and focused.

Today he is going to imitate a method of exercise, the breath-holding method, which he overheard from the mouth of the village chief.

It is said that this breath-holding method was invented by capable people outside the mountains to break through their own shackles, but the danger can be imagined, and many people did not carry it and were drowned alive.

He felt that he could, but in fact, there was no other way, what if he took risks in order to become stronger, this was his true thought.

After more than ten years of training, Luo Tian obviously found that his strength stopped growing a year ago, and no matter how he exercised, it was useless, and he didn't make up his mind to use this method until today.

His mind crossed countless images, he tensed, tried to calm himself, took a deep breath as the village chief said at the time, then took a deep breath and held it, and crossed his legs.

Controlling the body, slowly reducing the buoyancy, falling straight down from the sky, sitting at the bottom of the lake, the bottom of the lake is brilliant and colorful under the sunlight.

I closed my eyes, my mind was one, my mind was blank, but there was no tension at this time, and the world became quiet, unusually quiet.

Darkness, extreme darkness, depressing, uncomfortable, makes Luotian very unhappy, wants to open his eyes, swim out of the water, and escape this cage.

Trying his best to restrain himself, forgetting the pain, forgetting the discomfort, he doesn't know how long he has to hold back to break through, and he thinks that the longest is the best.

But he didn't know that the village chief talked about the method of holding breath, which required special luck to complete.

Sight and ignorance, let Luotian try this method of nine deaths and one life, and now it is even more dead.

As time passed, the sky fell without breathing, there was a lack of oxygen, a large number of bubbles spit out of his mouth, and he wanted to die uncomfortably, but he was still enduring it, his body sitting cross-legged was tight, his hands were holding the fine sand, and he tried his best.

But this consumes more oxygen in the body, and the lack of oxygen intensifies, and at this time two voices appear in the heart.

"Go up quickly, you're going to die, you know! If you can't break through, find another way, think about your parents, your Falling Star Village!" This almost convinced Luotian, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense, his heart was shaken, and he became less determined.

Another voice sounded, "If your determination is only like this, then don't look for immortals, you don't have the heart to die, how can you become an immortal!

I don't know if it's myself or someone else, these words keep recalling in my mind, and my restless heart calms down, even if my body is in pain, my heart has no waves.

The lack of oxygen has reached the extreme, the body begins to weaken, the consciousness becomes blurred, and countless images flash in my mind, the faces of the parents, the smile of the little chubby, and the kindness of the villagers.

"What's wrong with me? Am I going to die? Death is so peaceful!" said Falling Sky darkly.

The body that sat cross-legged also slowly relaxed, floating upward, and everything was terminated under today's wrong exercise?

It's strange to die at your own hands!

But!