Great history is recorded by future generations in ancient times. Those strong men with great strength in ancient times. They could destroy mountains and rivers with a flick of their hands. They could be tall, could pick stars with their hands, and step on hell with their feet. Their powerful power made the whole world.
of trembling.
The first god in ancient times can also be said to be the most powerful person. No one can surpass him in strength. He is the only god who can create the world.
He holds the Sky Sword, rides on colorful horses, and wears majestic armor. With one sword swing, mountains and rivers appear, with the second sword, the sun, moon and stars appear. With the third sword, all living things come into existence.
He himself didn't know how many swords he wielded, and his strength was slowly consumed. Seeing that the whole world had changed, the ancient number one god smiled, and his body that was ten thousand feet tall was torn apart. At this moment, he finally
Sitting down.
"I can create heaven and earth. Although my body and mind are dead, I can still live forever in heaven and earth. All my lifeblood turns into tribulations of heaven and earth, and my essence and blood are the energy sources of the six paths. I can open up tribulations of heaven and earth by upholding justice and evil. After passing through tribulations of heaven and earth, you can be like me.
Future generations, please remember that I am a great psychic god."
This great psychic god used his own life to bring about the first appearance of heaven and earth, the growth of all things, and the emergence of humans, monsters, and plants.
In ancient times, an earth-shattering war began. All the strong men fought for the calamity of heaven and earth. The essence and blood of the psychic god turned into six energy sources: justice, evil, creation, destruction, devouring, and formlessness.
Life is justice and death is evil. These two forces have not appeared for tens of thousands of years. The last four powers can be recovered by people. Mastering life and death can open the calamity of life and death. After surviving the calamity of life and death, the six kinds of power can be recovered.
All the energy returns to its origin, and a new psychic god is born to take charge of the psychic continent again.
After the end of the ancient war, natural disasters occurred in the Psychic Continent. It was said that the Psychic God was angry, and no one survived, whether it was humans or monsters. Until now, the Psychic Continent is surrounded by the sea, and the land is vast and boundless.
There are countless countries.
But the legend of the calamity of heaven and earth still exists...
In a small town to the north of the Kaitian Empire, a sixteen-year-old boy, whose linen clothes were all patched, could be seen to have been torn and patched, patched and torn again. Pearl-like sweat was raining down on his pale face. Hurry up.
Wipe it with your sleeve, take a deep breath, and swing the ax vigorously.
"Ah!~~~~click!"
The firewood placed on the wooden pile was directly split into two halves. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the firewood with an axe, and squatted down to pick up new firewood and put it on the wooden pile.
If outsiders looked at this, they would definitely be surprised, because the boy is so thin. At the age of 16, he is 1.65 meters tall. His weight was measured with a stone pile last month, and it was only 90 pounds. In addition,
His face was pale and he looked like a zombie.
"Click!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
An hour later, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead again, looked up at the blue sky, smiled and said to himself: "Finally the work is done."
He placed the ax in his hand upside down in the corner, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and walked out of the small kitchen courtyard.
The boy's name was Feng Han, which was actually not his real name. He didn't even know what his name was. Feng Han was abandoned by his relatives when he was very young. Fortunately, a middle-aged man passed by and took him back. He even followed Zhong.
The surname of the young person.
The middle-aged man who carried him over was the third young master of the Feng family, one of the two most aristocratic families in Fenghuo Town. When he was out for an outing, he heard the cry of a baby in the jungle. He walked up and saw that it was a baby who had not yet been weaned.
baby.
After Feng Sanye took him away, he even named him Feng Han. When Feng Han first learned about people, Feng Sanye told him that he was an abandoned baby and said that he was willing to be Feng Han's godfather and that he would spend his whole life in Feng Han's family from now on.
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After kowtowing and acknowledging his godfather, six-year-old Feng Han took part in the clan's psychic test. Little did he know that he couldn't psychic at all and was a loser for the ages. From then on, his godfather, Mr. Feng Sanye, treated him like a changed man.
He became a different person, and the number of times he met every day became less and less. Until he was ten years old, Feng Han was taken to a dilapidated thatched hut by his servants and said in a contemptuous tone, you will live here from now on.
You will no longer be the young master of the Feng family. You are now a servant of the Feng family, do you understand?
Feng Han was deeply shocked, how could he become a servant?
Time passed day by day, and Feng Han, who was already sixteen years old, faced everything with a smile. From the first day he became a servant, he was no longer a young master. He also became the laughing stock of the Feng family, and everyone recognized him.
They all point and point.
"Wind chill."
A sudden shout made Feng Han stop moving forward. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound. When he saw the person coming, he frowned slightly and asked, "Steward Feng, what's the matter?"
With a fat figure, he was wearing a cheap robe and a high-top square scarf. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger. He had a mole at the corner of his mouth. He held the hair on the mole with his generous hands and looked like he was smiling.
This person is Feng Er, the young butler of the Feng family who is in charge of all the servants. Because he has a little power, he enjoys bullying his servants all day long. Feng Han has also been bullied by him several times.
"Hey, Young Master Feng, look at your attitude, I thought you were the young master of the Feng family." Feng Er came over and looked at Feng Han with interest. In fact, he was filled with anger.
He was eating secretly in the granary, but was unexpectedly caught by his subordinates. He was so angry that he even gave him a lesson. He came out of the granary and saw the so-called good-for-nothing young master. He had an idea in his heart, and then he shouted to Feng Han.
Feng Han was not angry either. This Feng Er was a first-class psychic. He didn't even know how to practice, so he just had to endure it with his thin body.
When Feng Er saw that Feng Han didn't say anything, he continued to smile and said, "Young Master Feng, have you finished all the work?"
"Well, it's done."
"Huh, do you want to be lazy after you're done?" Feng Er's tone suddenly changed, blowing his beard and scolding: "Boy, the Feng family doesn't want waste, go to the stable to clean up, and then feed the horses, after you're done
You can rest later.”
Although Feng Han was unwilling to do so, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He had seen Feng Er's methods before, so he nodded slightly, turned around and left.
"Stop." Suddenly Feng Er shouted. Feng Han stopped, turned around and looked at him and asked: "Steward Feng, is there anything else?"
Feng Er snorted disdainfully: "I know you are unconvinced, but you are no longer the young master you used to be. You have been here for five or six years. Remember, if the stable is not cleaned clean, you are not allowed to eat. Huh, it's useless.
of waste.”
Watching the arrogant Feng Er walk away, Feng Han clenched his hands into fists and turned around to leave the small courtyard without knowing what he was thinking.
The stable is not far from the small courtyard of the kitchen. It is a large place with more than fifty horses. After the wind and cold came over, I first cleaned every corner of the stable. I did this for two hours, and the sky gradually became dark.
When he came down, he was the only one left busy in the stable.
"You are the one who relies on human power. If I, Feng Han, get ahead one day, I will be the first to kill you." Feng Han put down his broom and went to the warehouse next to the stable. A lot of grain and grass were tied up in a square shape.
He was pulled out in a small cart and fed the horses one by one with grain and grass. He was feeding them over and over again while whispering curses at Feng Er. Apparently, all his anger was vented on the horses.
Just when Feng Han was feeding the horse, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the night sky above his head. The crack was small and difficult to spot. From the crack, a white light flew towards Feng Han.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!" Feng Han was hit on the head by something unknown, and Feng Han held his head in his hands and rubbed it vigorously.
After rubbing it for a while, Fenghan looked around and saw a white key under his feet. After picking it up and looking at it carefully, he saw that the key was about ten centimeters long and was very tattered. It could be said that the skin was peeled off in some places. From the handle of the key
There was a strange animal carved on the key core, which Feng Han had never seen before.
"Why is there a key here?" Feng Han asked strangely.
The key in his hand was very inconspicuous, but the shape was a little weird. The rest was roughly the same as a normal house key. He looked back and forth, and then looked at the surrounding ground. There was no food and grass on the ground, not even a small stone.
Feng Han looked at the key in his hand: "Is this the key that hit me?"
Just after he finished speaking, something strange happened again. The white key in Feng Han's hand suddenly emitted a red light and hit his hand directly. The painful Feng Han suddenly let go of the key and dropped it.
"Hiss!" A small blood mark appeared on his hand, and a drop of blood flowed out and fell directly on the white key.
Feng Han was shocked. He saw a drop of his own blood dripping on the key, and a red light appeared. The white key trembled. After trembling for a few times, there was no movement.
"strangeness!"
Looking at the white key that was not moving, Feng Han thought for a while, then picked it up and looked at it carefully, and even more strangely asked: "Why did that happen just now? A red light appeared in the strange key, and then it started to tremble.
"
This was beyond Feng Han's understanding. Where did this key come from? First, he hit his head, and then, a red light stabbed his palm. His own blood dripped on it, and the key trembled. It was really strange.
After a long time, without seeing the reason, Feng Han put it in his pocket, finished his work again, and left the stable directly. He wanted to go back and study carefully where this strange key came from.
, why does it emit bursts of red light?
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