An extremely remote place with no human habitation and no trees on either side, like a place separated from the world, is strangely located in a quaint village. The simple bungalows built on loess are sparsely forested, showing that there are not many households in the ancient village.
Occasionally, a few bungalows would have plumes of green smoke coming out of the smoke vents.
This is a strange place that is not suitable for people to live.
There is no shade or green grass around the village, only a not-too-high but vast mountain peak. At a glance, you can’t see the slightest bit of what a mountain should look like. There is no green at all, and there are bare rocks everywhere.
, occasionally you can see one or two bare dead trees, and a few dark crows standing unruly and croaking. It makes people shudder. Such a dead mountain...
In front of a rock, a boy about eleven or two years old and four feet tall was violently hitting the rock. His fists, palms, elbows, knees, and all parts of his body that could be used for hitting were used to the fullest. His fists and limbs made the wind make a sudden sound.
, which shows its strength. The stone surface that should be convex and concave is instead flat, which is obviously the result of long-term beating. The rocks are covered with blood from the young man's fist, but the young man continues to beat hard as if he does not know the pain.
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On the mountain road in the distance, a girl about ten years old ran up. The girl had two braids on her head, a pair of big and smart eyes that often blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered.
The aura of agility it emits makes people feel a natural sense of closeness. It is a perfect beauty.
"Brother Yan, you have been beating for several hours, and your hand is bleeding again. Take a rest." The girl ran to the boy's side, looked at the blood on the rocks, her big eyes flashed, and she pouted her little mouth and said in distress, wishing she could use it
His little fist smashed the rock into pieces. From the girl's tone, it was obvious that this was not her first time here.
When Fang Yan saw the little girl arriving, he stopped hitting the rocks and turned around and said, "Yaya, didn't I tell you not to come? Why are you here again? You little girl. It's okay. I'm used to such a little blood. No."
"It hurts." Fang Yan had black hair tied up randomly with strips of cloth. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even though he was only eleven or twelve years old, he could not hide his masculinity.
"But I miss you. Grandma has been asking me to practice all day long, and I have already entered the realm of sharp transformation." The girl named Yaya waved her little fist and said. Fang Yan suddenly felt sad, thinking to himself, Yaya is extremely talented.
, I entered the realm of sharp transformation when I was only nine years old. Alas, but until now... I guess I will never be able to enter the realm of sharp transformation in my life.
Yaya looked at Fang Yan's sad expression and immediately knew that her words had hurt her brother. She felt extremely uncomfortable. She stepped forward and grabbed Fang Yan's clothes and said, "Brother Yan, you are the most powerful. Yaya believes that you can succeed."
"It doesn't matter even if you can't practice. Yaya will protect you from now on and protect you for the rest of your life. Yaya will practice hard. If anyone bullies Brother Yan in the future, I will beat him." Yaya waved her little fist harder to express her determination.
Fang Yan shook his head to get rid of his depressed mood, and touched Yaya's little head. He felt much more comfortable, yes, I will succeed, I must have a way to practice. Looking at Yaya, he felt heartbroken.
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Okay, then I will rely on Yaya to protect me from now on. Okay, little girl, don't be sad, I'm fine. Let's work hard together, you can't be proud, we will become peerless masters in the future."
Haha, let's go home." Fang Yan held Yaya's little hand, and the two of them ran along the mountain road towards the village.
"Dad, I'm back." Fang Yan led Yaya towards a bungalow in the center of the village. Along the way, he met several simple villagers who greeted them one by one.
The wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man who was more than seven feet tall, with a sturdy back, cold eyes, and a little gray hair at the temples, about thirty years old but looked full of vicissitudes of life, walked out and said lightly, "I'm back, the girl is here too, come in."
"Come on, let's get some dumplings, and Yaya will come and eat some." "Uncle, you have agreed not to call me girl anymore. I have grown up. Why don't you keep your word? You want to call me Lingshan."
"The girl only calls Brother Yan." The little girl said in a long voice coquettishly.
"Haha, the little girl has grown up. Why can't I see it? Okay, okay, uncle won't call you girl anymore." Fang Tian said with a rare smile. How could he not know what the little girl was thinking.
When he turned around and took the two children into the house, his eyes suddenly dimmed. Hey, this little girl is a genius. She entered the realm of sharp transformation at the age of nine. Looking at the entire continent, she is also a genius. She also comes from a peerless family, but Xiaoyan is now ten years old.
One year old, and there is still no sign of the bloodline awakening. Can the two children come together? Hey, I think that the war blood of my son's generation will soon fade away. If my son's generation can't awaken the bloodline, what will happen in the future?
The blood of war is about to completely wipe out the world. Does God want to destroy our Fang family? Fang Tian is furious in his heart, but there is nothing he can do.
After the meal, Yaya sat on the stool with her back against the wall, patted her belly with her little hands and said with satisfaction, "It's so delicious, I'm exhausted."
"Little girl eats so much, even more than me. I don't know how you can fit it into your little belly, haha." Fang Yan looked at Yaya's satisfied expression and said with a smile.
"I ate too much, but you ate too much. You ate the most, and it was all yours." Yaya pouted her little mouth and said shamelessly.
"Lingshan likes it and comes often." Fang Tian put away the bowls and chopsticks and said succinctly. "That's good, uncle, I'll come to eat every day from now on, hehe, uncle, let me clean it up." The little girl ran up to grab the food.
Help clean up the dishes and chopsticks. "It's getting dark, let's go back." Fang Tian took the dishes and chopsticks and shook his head.
"Uncle, can I play a little longer? I have to practice again when I get back." The girl looked at Fang Tian pitifully with her eyes wide open.
"It's getting dark, let's go back." Fang Tian repeated flatly.
"Humph, uncle, you don't love me at all, I knew it was like this. Okay, I'm leaving then, uncle, goodbye brother." Yaya kept her mouth shut and was not angry.
Fang Yan walked to the door and shouted, "Yaya, slow down, don't fall..." Seeing Yaya running away, she couldn't laugh or cry. How could she be so arrogant and leave as soon as she said she wanted to? It was really a ghost.
The night wind was blowing, and the dead trees on the bare mountain were swaying in the distance, and a few crows were croaking, making the mountain even more lifeless.
Fang Tian stood on the bald rock at the top of the mountain and looked at the stars with his hands behind his back. For a long time, he sighed and strangely said to himself in the air, "My family has been here for thousands of years and has gone through dozens of generations. Now we are here in Xiaoyan."
In this generation, the war blood is about to fade away, and we still can't find a way to break the curse. Could it be that my war blood line is about to be wiped out. I am unwilling to accept it."
"Hey, Xiaotian, don't be too discouraged. Xiaoyan is not yet twelve years old. Maybe a miracle will happen." An old voice came from the void, and an old woman appeared silently next to Fang Tian.
.as if it had already been there.
Fang Tian was not surprised at all when the old woman appeared out of thin air. He was used to it. He said in a low voice, "Aunt Qing, there is only the last trace of war blood in Xiaoyan's body. I am afraid that the next generation will have no more war blood. Our war blood lineage has been the descendants of generations since ancient times."
It has been passed down from generation to generation that the peerless and heaven-defying one back then is about to be wiped out now. How can I face my ancestors? I’m not willing to accept it." Fang Tian paused and continued, "For so many years, you sword cultivators have been guarding my bloodline. It’s not worth it."
"It should be like this. Without the war blood, there might not be the sword cultivator today. It is our job to protect the war blood. What you said is wrong..." the old woman said calmly.
Fang Tian looked at the starry sky, his eyes full of struggle, as if he was making a difficult decision. After a long time, his eyes slowly turned firm, and he said loudly, "Okay, let's use that method."
As soon as Fang Tian's voice fell, the old woman next to him trembled and trembled in disbelief, "You don't want Xiao Yan to use that method, do you? You can't do it. It can be said that there is no life in ten years."
There are not many people in your lineage who have tried it, but the result is that the fighting blood in their bodies is too much thicker than Xiaoyan and they all failed, let alone Xiaoyan... be careful."
Fang Tian was reluctant in his heart, but had no choice. His son was Zhan Xue's last hope, and Bo was the only one, so he waved his hand firmly and said, "Aunt Qing, don't try to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind. This is Xiao Yan's fate.
It is also his responsibility. If Xiao Yan fails, I will accompany him to hell." After saying that, without giving the old woman a chance to speak, she flashed and disappeared into the void. It was as if she had never appeared before.
The old woman looked at the place where Fang Tian disappeared, sighed, and thought to herself, I hope Xiao Yan can succeed. The old man's body disappeared into the void, the top of the mountain returned to calm, and only the night wind was left...
Early the next morning, Fang Yan was meditating in the room. Although Fang Yan had been practicing meditation since he was six years old, and it had no effect until now, he still never thought of giving up. Fang Yan opened his eyes, with a lost expression, and thought, ugh
, still no response, am I really not able to practice?
He got up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom, passed his father's room, and saw Fang Tian standing by the door looking at him, so he said, "Dad, why are you standing here?" Fang Yan was surprised.
Fang Tian looked at his son steadily, his expression still calm, but his eyes were complicated and he said, "Don't you always want to know the past of our family? I will tell you today."
When Fang Yan heard this, his face was full of excitement. In the past, Fang Yan only knew that there were very powerful people in his ancestors. He always wanted to know about it, but his father wouldn't tell him. He didn't expect that his father would take the initiative today, but Fang Yan was very happy.
Fang Tian brought his son to his bedroom. The two of them sat along the bed. Fang Tian looked at the roof with his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "Tens of thousands of years ago, which is what people call it now.
In ancient times, our first generation ancestor had magical and special blood in his body and could not practice cultivation. He was a genius and through hard work, he developed a blood-based cultivation method. Later generations called it the battle blood transformation. This method is infinitely powerful.
, when it is completed, it will sweep across the entire continent, unstoppable, and invincible in the world."
Fang Tian paused for a moment after saying this to let his son digest it, and then continued, "When our clan was at its most glorious, three generations of warriors gathered together at the same time. No one dared to challenge them, and they fought in many holy places in the world. They were victorious.
It can shake the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth can reverse it. It's just sad. For unknown reasons, the ancestors suddenly disappeared between the heaven and the earth without any warning, and the war blood was cursed for some reason. Each generation became less pure than the last, until it was completely wiped out.
By your generation, the war blood has faded to almost nothing. If you can’t awaken your bloodline, I think the war blood will be gone.”
Fang Yanci's heart was like a huge lang, full of doubts, and endless pride filled his heart. It turned out that my ancestors were so powerful, and they could fight against all the saints in the world and win. There was such miraculous blood flowing in my body that it made the sky tremble.
But why did the ancestor disappear when he was so powerful? Who could have the power to curse and fight blood? Fang Yan was puzzled by too many mysteries.
Thinking of what his father said, if Zhan Xue doesn't awaken, he will face annihilation, so he said anxiously, "Dad, can it be saved? Zhan Xue cannot disappear. Maybe the ancestors are waiting for Zhan Xue to reappear, and the mystery of Zhan Xue will still be revealed."
Yan was unexpectedly firm.
Fang Tian looked at his son and felt extremely happy. He thought to himself that his son has this heroic spirit and wants to recreate the blood of the war and uncover the mystery of the blood of the war. As a father, I can't hold him back, so he said decisively, "There is one
The method is to kill oneself and retain the blood of the battle. This secret method is very dangerous. Our ancestors have tried it in the past dynasties, but there has been no success. All of them died without exception. Do you dare to gamble?"
When Fang Yan heard this, he didn't take the words of death to heart at all. Fang Yan thought to himself that his ancestors would never let the secret method of death be passed down. Since it was passed down, there must be a reason. Thinking of this, he suddenly said with pride, "Bo, it's just one death.
Why should we be afraid?" This is not only for myself, but also for the bloodline. It is a responsibility.
Seeing his son's heroic spirit, Fang Tian spoke firmly and said happily, "It's great that you can make such a decision. Regardless of success or failure, at least you did it. You are worthy of your ancestors. I support it." Fang Tian gave Fang Tian a rare compliment.
Yan,.
"Dad, don't worry, the war bloodline will not be wiped out. I believe it will succeed." Fang Yan's heart was full of determination.
"You can start tomorrow. There is nothing to prepare. You can only rely on yourself to destroy your own blood and generate battle blood. External objects are useless. This is a long and difficult process. Our lineage is the one that continues to defy the heaven and shake the earth.
, or annihilate the world, it’s up to you.” Fang Tian looked at his son, and then said, “I’ll say goodbye to everyone later, and go see Lingshan, maybe for the last time.” After Fang Tian finished speaking, he walked out of the house with heavy steps.