In late autumn, the setting sun is like blood, and the wind is as desolate as a knife blade.
Halfway up a towering mountain, a thin boy with a yellow complexion was lying in a field of yellow rice, with his legs crossed, his arms pillowed under his head, and a piece of grass in his mouth.
"Hey, I have been in this world for two years. I really don't know when I will survive." The man murmured. If anyone else heard it, they would be extremely surprised.
Zhou Meng, an out-and-out Chinese from Earth, traveled here because of an accident and took over the body of an unlucky guy named Zhou Meng.
Standing up, Zhou Meng dusted himself off and stared at the hazy mountain peaks shrouded in mist in the distance with a pair of red phoenix eyes, a hint of fanaticism quietly flashing through.
"When can I enter there, wouldn't I be so happy!" Zhou Meng murmured. The mountain peak he was staring at was the Jiutian Taiqing Palace, one of the four major sects in the Eastern Region of the mainland. It was in the hearts of everyone in the Eastern Region.
's holy place.
Zhou Meng, on the other hand, is a handyman of the Jiutian Taiqing Palace, responsible for growing spiritual rice. These are the yellow rice in front of him. These rice contain a trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which have been exerted by the master of the Jiutian Taishang Palace.
The magical power is dedicated to the disciples in the palace.
Suddenly, a golden bell rang softly in the distant mountain peaks. The sound was far away, as if it came from eternity. When people heard it, it could wash away all the distracting thoughts in their hearts.
Zhou Meng's withered complexion suddenly had a hint of blush. After hearing the bell, he quickly took out a golden talisman from his arms. The talisman automatically broke away from Zhou Meng's hand and floated into the air. A ball of dim gold appeared in the air.
flashes around it.
Wow.
The talisman suddenly disappeared. At the moment of disappearance, rain fell from the sky above the entire spiritual rice field, irrigating the spiritual rice field.
This is a spiritual talisman given to people like Zhou Meng by the disciples in the palace. Every day when the golden bell rings, when the talisman is taken out, it will automatically use sunlight, rain, or fertilizer to irrigate the spiritual rice fields, so that they can grow in a short time.
"It's grown, I can go to the palace again today!" Zhou Meng looked at the spiritual rice that gradually turned golden in the rain, and couldn't help but said with joy. Every time the spiritual rice matures, they will be captured by the outer disciples of Jiutian Taiqing Palace.
Leading the way to transport the spiritual rice to the palace, this was the only time Zhou Meng could enter the palace and appreciate the elegance of the important people in his eyes.
As expected, it didn't take long for a person to come to Zhou Meng's side. This person was wearing a white gown. His burly body was like an iron pagoda, and his brows were filled with majestic weapons. Zhou Meng knew this person, and he was responsible for it.
Zhang Tong, the outer disciple who collects spiritual rice, is a master.
"Zhou Meng, not bad, not bad. This time, the output of the spiritual field you are responsible for is still among the top three. Let's go, I will give you a blessing this time." Zhang Tong smiled slightly, turned his palm into a knife, and a blast of Gang Qi suddenly flew out.
, all the spiritual rice was cut off with one palm.
All the spiritual rice automatically flew to a huge wooden cart. Zhou Meng ran to the cart very well, held the handlebars firmly with both hands, then pulled the cart and followed Zhang Tong.
"Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, senior brother." While walking and thanking Zhou Meng, Zhang Tong said that he wanted to give himself a great fortune. He didn't know what kind of fortune it would be, and whether it would allow him to enter that mysterious torrent.
Zhang Tong smiled slightly: "No need to thank you, you earned these by yourself."
In this way, the two of them came to a large open space. There were already more than twenty people waiting here with carts. These were all servants of Jiutian Taishang Palace.
After Zhou Meng arrived, Zhang Tong nodded respectfully toward the blurry mountain peak in the distance. Suddenly, a large ball of white light appeared under everyone's feet, dragging everyone towards the mountain peak at a speed as fast as an aurora.
By the time everyone reacted, they had arrived at a mountain peak that looked like a fairyland.
There are towering trees everywhere here, each with floating green leaves, and the fragrance is overflowing. Occasionally, one or two white cranes fly over in the sky, crowing continuously.
"Okay, put down the spiritual rice and come with me to receive your benefits." Zhang Tong led everyone to a room and distributed some defective spiritual stones to everyone.
After everyone was sent away by Zhang Tong's magical power, Zhou Meng was the only one left. At this moment, Zhou Meng was holding two defective spiritual stones in his hands, and his heart was pounding. He knew that maybe his destiny would be like this.
Coming.
"Zhou Meng, do you want to earn more spiritual stones, open the bones in your body, and become a strong man!" Zhang Tong stared at Zhou Meng and asked word by word.
"think!"
Zhou Meng didn't think at all.
"What if, perhaps, you have to sacrifice your life for this?" Zhang Tong still looked serious.
life?
Zhou Meng's brain stagnated for a moment, but then countless thoughts came to his mind like a storm. If he lived like this all his life, without goals, just eating and waiting to die every day, guarding the thin field, and obtaining some inferior spiritual stones, these would be
Do you need it?
When you get old, what can you do to show off your life to your children and grandchildren?
"I do!"
Zhou Meng nodded fiercely, Zhang Tong smiled slightly and said casually: "In the palace, there is a group of people, called sandbags, who are used to train the brothers from the outer sect, such as some new magical powers. Of course
, Sandbag will also wear the armor and rattan clothes specially made by the palace gate, but this will still be life-threatening, but the rewards are very high, are you willing?"
Zhou Mengmeng didn't even think about it and agreed directly. Zhang Tong nodded and took Zhou Meng to a dilapidated courtyard in the southeast corner of the palace gate, where all the "sandbags" of Jiutian Taishang Palace lived.
There were more than twenty sandbags in Jiutian Taiqing Palace, and the leader was named Li Fan. Zhang Tong told Zhou Meng that Li Fan had officially entered the Bone Realm and had opened ten bones. If he could open it,
For thirty yuan, it is possible for a carp to jump over the dragon gate and become an outer disciple.
That night, Zhou Meng was arranged to this large and dilapidated dormitory and received a set of black rattan armor. However, he found that these "sandbags" would sit cross-legged on their beds every night, practicing.
, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, trying to open the skeleton, hoping to become an outer disciple.
The next day, the scorching sun rose, and the red-gold luster illuminated half of the sky. Zhou Meng got up with more than twenty sandbags, and came to a huge flat ground as sharp as a knife. There were seven or eight outer disciples standing there, all of them extremely capable.
, there is a hint of fierceness between his eyebrows.
"Hey, there is a new sandbag, haha, not bad. I want to try it, young master, to see how well it can withstand a beating." One of the young men, wearing purple clothes with an arrogant expression, stretched out his finger to hook Zhou Meng.
Zhou Meng's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself that something was wrong with her.
"Senior brother, my name is Zhou Meng." Zhou Meng said respectfully, but was impatiently interrupted by the young man in purple waving his hand.
"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in hearing your name. It's just a sandbag. Stand firm for me!" The young man walked to Zhou Meng's side, smiled slightly, and a cold light exploded in his eyes.
"Oh my gosh, this new sandbag is so unlucky. Junior brother just killed a sandbag four days ago. I think this new guy will follow in his footsteps."
"Junior brother has opened more than 180 bones and is considered a master in the bone realm. I don't think this new sandbag can withstand junior brother's blow."
The other outer disciples all shook their heads, and there was a hint of fear in the eyes of the other sandbags, including Li Fan. They were well aware of the ferocity of the young man in purple.
"If you can block the master's palm without dying, you will be lucky!" The boy in purple sneered slightly, then raised his white palm and waved it in front of Zhou Meng's eyes.
boom!
Suddenly, a majestic momentum burst out from the palm of the young man in purple. The white palm seemed to turn into a giant mountain. In the blink of an eye, it had reached Zhou Meng's chest and hit him hard.
Click.
The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded. Zhou Meng's whole body was like a kite with its string broken. He plummeted and fell for more than ten meters before he hit the ground hard. The vine armor on his chest had been broken, his shirt had turned into powder, and there was a
The huge palm print was black and blue, and Zhou Meng's mouth was overflowing with black blood, and he was lying on the ground as if dead.
"Death, junior brother has mastered Qingshan Palm, this young man will die without regrets!"
One of the outer disciples murmured, and a trace of disgust rose in the eyes of the young man in purple: "Huh, Mr. Sweeper is such a waste, you throw him to the back mountain!"
While speaking, Zhou Meng's body suddenly moved, and then he sat up, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.
Just now, Zhou Meng felt the call of death. When the boy in purple slapped a palm, he felt that his body seemed to have hit the speeding train. After the palm hit him, he felt even more...
His body was torn apart by a powerful force.
The fists are violent and the palms are restrained.
Most of the hits were internal injuries. Zhou Meng felt that all his internal organs were shattered. But at that moment, he actually felt that there was something very familiar and kind in his body that was about to be awakened.
, and the damage from the slap he received was actually converted into a heat that replenished his body.
Unbelievable!
Unprecedented in the ages!
"Haha, ok, ok, what a sandbag, it can actually block my slap. No, this is fern, take it and take good care of yourself. I will come to see you again tomorrow, haha!" Then!
The boy in purple flicked his finger, and a milky white pill shot directly into Zhou Meng's hand, and the outer disciples walked away.
Barberry!
Zhou Meng's pale face was full of excitement. This is a good elixir. After taking it, a mortal can directly enter the bone meridian. It is as strong as an ox and can directly open the first bone. It is really a disaster.
, there will be blessings in the future!
Just when Zhou Meng was extremely excited, suddenly the Foniudin in his hand was forcibly taken away by someone. Zhou Meng raised his head and looked at it ferociously. It was Li Fan, the most promising sandbag to become an outer disciple.
"How can you own this thing?" Li Fan smiled disdainfully and turned to leave.
Zhou Meng was immediately furious: "Asshole, I paid for this with my life, give it back to me!" As he spoke, Zhou Meng got up and rushed towards Li Fan, but was kicked back by him.
Zhou Meng's already weak body was injured by this heavy blow. Zhou Meng fell directly to the ground. However, the force of the kick entered his body and turned into a weak force to replenish his body.
At this moment, Zhou Meng was stunned. Could it be that he could swallow other people's attacks and replace them with his own power?
"Haha, a waste like you has no future!" Li Fan laughed loudly and left with a group of sandbags.
Zhou Meng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were scarlet, like an ancient ferocious beast, staring at Li Fan's leaving figure: "Li Fan, I will kill you with my own hands and cut you into pieces!"
The voice was eerie, like a ghost calling for life, turbulent in the bleak wind.