In the cave, Fang Yan's increasingly blurry consciousness was about to disappear. He didn't know how long he had persisted or how long he could persist. Fang Yan only felt that he might dissipate at any time. When he saw the trace of blood in his heart, it was stronger than at the beginning.
It's just pitiful and infinitely sad. I'm afraid I'm really going to die this time and no miracle will happen.
Facing death, Fang Yan had no fear or fear in his heart. At this time, he thought a lot, including his mother who passed away before meeting him, his father who was cold but caring about him, Grandma Qinglian, and the people in the village.
Simple villagers. Especially Yaya, who wears two pigtails and says she wants to protect herself and marry her when she grows up.
There is no fear, only a deep reluctance, unwilling to die in battle and blood, unwilling to die like this, there are still too many things to do. But this last trace of consciousness has begun to dissipate, and no matter how unwilling it is, there is no way to save it.
Yan can only wait to be destroyed.
Just when the last trace of consciousness was about to dissipate, no one saw that the snow-white stone next to Fang Yan's body, which was not sticky with any blood, suddenly glowed with silver, emitting a huge source of life force, covering Fang Yan's body.
Quickly repairing Fang Yan's dissipating consciousness, nourishing Fang Yan, a trace of battle blood in his heart frantically absorbed the sudden and powerful source of life without any spillage.
Fang Yan's consciousness that should have dissipated is growing rapidly at this moment. He can't figure out what is going on. If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. It's a good thing anyway. Fang Yan is silent in this wonderful feeling and doesn't care about anything.
An Xin is reproducing the war blood. The war blood is frantically absorbing the source of life. Although it is still reproducing at a speed invisible to the naked eye, it is many times faster than before. The stone cave, Fang Yan, snow-white stone, slowly
Return to peace.
Time flies, and it has been three years since Fang Yan went into seclusion. In the calm cave, Fang Yan still crosses his legs without moving, and there is no clue. The snow-white stone next to Fang Yan is still as normal as it is, except that it is a little brighter.
Unsurprisingly, the source of life force has been withdrawn at some point.
Time is still passing by, and I don’t know how long it has passed, but the stone cave is still calm. At this moment, the snow-white stone next to Fang Yan moved slightly, and then trembled violently, as if something was about to break out of the stone, about half of it.
Around 1 hour, a crack appeared in the center of the snow-white stone, which slowly grew larger and larger, and finally cracked.
I saw a fleshy thing emerging from the cracked stone, with only a few sparse hairs all over its body. The little thing looked innocently at the cracked snow-white stone with its big, smart eyes, and its expression was really shocking.
, I don’t know what happened. Then I grabbed the broken half of the stone shell with my fleshy little paws and put it into my mouth with a click.
The little thing glanced at the situation in the cave, and his eyes were full of confusion. When he saw Fang Yan, his eyes were full of curiosity, and Fang Fu felt a close feeling. He walked over cautiously, and ran away at the touch of his little paw. He repeated it several times, but he didn't see him.
Any movement was boring. The little thing grabbed the other half of the stone shell, ran to Fang Yan's legs, chose a position that felt good to him, covered his head with the stone shell, crawled underground and fell asleep with his head covered.
Time is ruthless, and the years pass by. Another year has passed. Fang Yan has been in seclusion for the fourth year. At this time, Fang Yan is still sitting cross-legged. The difference is that he is naked now, glowing with a faint red light, and exuding hot energy.
Temperature. I don’t know when the clothes on my body were burned to pieces.
Next to Fang Yan's legs, the unknown little thing was still sleeping soundly with half a stone shell covering his head. However, the fleshy body with only a few whiskers and cold hairs a year ago had now turned into a dense purple-gold color, with a
His plump purple-gold-covered tail was casually draped over his body, and he slept in a hazy state.
Fang Yan's consciousness was still immersed in the process of multiplication of war blood. There was only a trace of war blood four years ago and it could dissipate at any time. Now it almost filled his whole body. This was simply an incredible miracle.
Fang Yan felt the flow of blood, but his heart was extremely calm. After four years of tug-of-war with death, he can now be said to be extremely determined. He silently calculated the places where the blood flowed, and he was still a little short of success.
.As long as the battle blood flows to every corner of the body, it will be successful. The battle blood returns and the battle body is reborn.
A few days later, above the lifeless barren mountains, the originally clear sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds, thunder and lightning roared, and strong winds blew up. The entire sky turned pale, and the barren mountains were filled with sand and rocks.
A middle-aged man and an old woman appeared in the void of a barren mountain. Looking at the mutated world, they sensed that the source of the world that eclipsed the sky and the earth was pointing directly at Fang Yan. Suddenly, the middle-aged man understood something in an instant. His eyes were slightly wet, and his whole body
Trembling, looking at the cave land, I was filled with excitement.
The old woman clasped her hands tightly, her eyes were filled with joy, and she murmured, "It's done, it's really done." If there were any cultivators present at this time, their jaws would have dropped in shock when they saw their expressions. What could have happened?
Let two strong men in the realm of war masters be so excited.
The dark clouds in the sky had already gathered. Thick thunder and lightning wrapped around the entire black cloud. Occasionally, a few streaked into the void. The scene was extremely terrifying. "I'll go help Xiao Yan." The old woman said as she watched the thunder from the sky coming down.
"No need, let him face it alone." Fang Tian's words remained calm.
Suddenly, a thick and unlicensed thunderbolt struck Fang Yan. The thunder and lightning revealed endless destructive power. The cave where Fang Yan was was instantly shattered as if there was nothing, and the thunder and lightning struck Fang Yan directly.
Feeling the power of thunder and lightning, Fang Yan opened his eyes, and there was a blood-red light in his eyes without a trace of fear. This does not mean how powerful Fang Yan is, it is just an intuition, a kind of immortal domineering power brought by the blood of battle. Fang Yan did not
Not sure whether he could withstand this destructive sky thunder, it was just a kind of inexplicable confidence. Fang Yan's right fist glowed with blood-red light and suddenly hit the purple sky thunder in front of him, and the void exploded.
Fang Yan stumbled back a few steps, and the thunder dissipated, leaving no scratches on his body. Looking at the lightning strikes again, Fang Yan's blood-red eyes were full of fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, punched and elbowed the thunder.
, leg strikes, as long as the body can be used, he will do whatever he can. Although he was struck several times and his naked body was covered with scars, Fang Yan seemed not to notice it. He only felt that every time the thunder struck his body,
Fang Fo's own body gained a little strength, and Fang Yan suddenly became very heroic.
Crazy thoughts lingered in his mind. Fang Yan opened his hands and faced his chest, letting the thunder hit his body and completely cleansing his body. As we all know, blood is the most important support for life and the body. Fang Yan fought with blood every time.
Completely densely covered throughout the body, the reason why the war blood is called heaven-defying is that it not only has destructive power, but also has the ability to regenerate.
Now Fang Yan can say that as long as his body is not reduced to dregs, his internal organs are reduced to dregs, and the battle blood can be repaired, it is just a matter of time. This is the real horror.
At this moment, an unknown little purple beast was sleeping on the ground not far behind Fang Yan. The little beast's little head was still covered with half a stone shell. The sky thunder was raging mercilessly and the movement was very loud. In such an environment
, the little beast was still asleep, with no sign of waking up, which shows how big this beast is.
Suddenly, in the sky covered with dark clouds, a huge purple thunder struck directly at the little beast, as if God couldn't bear to see it sleeping so peacefully at this time, and it was simply contempt for the power of God.
Thunder and lightning struck in the sky, but the little beast was still sleeping peacefully without noticing it. When the lightning exploded, the little thing flew three meters away and rolled several times on the ground. The little thing rubbed its hazy eyes with its little paws and put it on its head.
The stone shell, eyes full of innocence, looked around blankly.
The little beast who was hit by the sky lightning didn't feel any discomfort at all, and not even a hair fell off. The sky thunder would not let the little beast go, and struck at the little beast one after another. He watched the sky strike towards him.
There was a huge thunder and lightning, and the little beast finally understood what was disturbing Qingmeng. He suddenly became angry, covered his head with a stone shell, and rushed towards the thunder.
Next, an incredible scene appeared. The little beast grabbed the thunder with both claws. After catching it, Houhao put it into his mouth without hesitation, with a look of satisfaction on his face. The rest of the thunder struck the little beast, and not only did he not see any
It works, and it is completely absorbed into the body of the little beast, which is simply unbelievable.
In the distance, Fang Tian and the old woman were stunned when they saw such a scene. What kind of human beasts are these? One opened his chest to let the thunder strike, and the other made people collapse. He directly grabbed the thunder and put it into his mouth.
No matter how calm the two of them were, they were still amazed at this time. Although this was just a thunderstorm with thunder louder than raindrops, there was no way to survive the disaster. The two guys who used the thunder as a tonic were monsters. Monsters.
The thunder still continued, and people and animals continued in a speechless way... After about half an hour, the thunder stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sunny sky and the scorching sun appeared again. The barren mountains returned to calm.
At this time, Fang Yan came out of the strange feeling. Although his body was covered with scars, he did not feel any discomfort. He only felt that his body was much stronger than it was now after being baptized by the thunder.
At this time, after four years of seclusion, Fang Yan was already a fifteen-year-old boy. He had long black hair reaching his waist, sword-shaped eyebrows with starry eyes, and was already over six feet tall, showing his strong aura. Fang Yan looked at
Looking at the rocky ground around him that was ravaged by thunder, he shook his head and was speechless.
The little purple-gold beast looked at the clear sky again, with no trace of the thunder. His face was full of regret, one paw pointed at the sky, and the other held the stone shell, jumping up and down on the ground and chirping, expressing his gratitude.
It disturbed its sleep and suddenly disappeared, making it extremely dissatisfied.
Fang Yan heard a strange sound coming from behind, and Meng turned around. He was shocked. What was this? He clearly remembered that there was nothing here before the retreat. He didn't know how long he had been in retreat. When did this little thing come from?
Appeared. I have lived under the barren mountains for ten years. Apart from a few crows derived from death energy, I have seen no other living creatures. Now that such a psychic and unknown living creature appears in front of me, how can I not be surprised?
Fang Yan carefully looked at this little thing that appeared out of nowhere. He saw that the little beast was standing on two legs, about the height of his own calves. It had shiny purple-gold hair all over its body, except for a small patch of silver light on its head.
At this time, the little beast was opening its big spiritual eyes and flashing its long eyelashes, curiously looking at the creature that was finally alive not far away. The little beast put the stone shell back on its head and ran to Fang Yan's legs.
He raised his little head towards Fang Yan and called out chirping. Fang Yan felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the little beast. He paused and said, little guy, can you come with me? Fang Yan's expression at this time
He is exactly the same as the shrunken old man who deceives children on the roadside.
The little beast was so angry and arrogant that he ignored Fang Yan's questions and continued to tweet something to Fang Yan. Fang Yan didn't care about it, and without waiting for the little beast to respond, he grabbed the little beast and threw it on his shoulder.
The little beast stood on Fang Yan's shoulder, dancing and chirping with dissatisfaction, its eyes full of resentment, and its claws vigorously playing with Fang Yan's hair. After a while, Fang Yan's dark and dense head had obviously become a chicken nest...
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