Chapter 1 A wave of destruction and a rebirth
“Wake up, wake up.”
A burst of noise woke Tang Yuan up. He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly in front of him. This ugly face.
"How many years has it been since I last saw him, 20,000 years or 30,000 years?" Tang Yuan stood up slowly, looking down at his hands.
Those are a pair of white, soft hands that are not stained with a trace of blood. They have not yet been trained to be a spiritual treasure harder than the copper of Shoushan.
The skin is not the skin of the moon demon, the bones are not the bones of the Buddha, the soul is single and clear, and there is no endless demonic voice ringing in the head.
The most important thing is... Tang Yuan opened his mouth and bit the tip of his index finger, tasting the warm and slightly fishy blood.
The blood is still my own blood. I have not joined the Blood Sea Sect, I have not practiced the "Blood Nerve", and I have not understood the true water of the Blood Sea.
I am still me!
Not the miserable puppet who, even if he achieved the title of Demon Lord, could not escape from being transformed into the Blood God Son of the Blood Sea Demon Ancestor.
"Kunlun Mirror really sent me back!"
"How do you feel now? You've been in a daze since just now." My companion asked with urgent concern.
"Zhang...Zhang Sheng?" Tang Yuan spent some energy before remembering his name.
"You still remember me? I thought you were knocked silly." Zhang Sheng patted Tang Yuan on the shoulder, "You scared me to death just now. How can you still walk? "Falled on the ground."
Looking at his chattering and caring expression, it was hard to imagine that this was the man who sold him to the slave trader.
As a result, he became a blood slave in the Blood Sea Sect.
Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, Tang Yuan felt a dull pain all over his body when he thought about those days again.
But he didn't have much resentment towards Zhang Sheng. After all, after he became successful in cultivation, he created this man. Has his soul been burned in the demonic fire for two thousand years or three thousand years?
There were too many people crowded into his soul refining furnace, and Tang Yuan couldn't remember exactly how many years it took Zhang Sheng to survive.
A feeling of weakness came. This body had not yet practiced cultivation. It suddenly received so much information, and its body and mind were a little overdrawn.
"I'm a little tired." Tang Yuan's face was full of exhaustion, "Let's find a restaurant to eat something and take a rest."
"If we walk further, there should be a restaurant in front of us." Zhang Sheng actually took the initiative to help Tang Yuan and walked forward.
It was this enthusiastic look that made Tang Yuan, a time traveler, deceived by him in his previous life. Until he was handed over to the slave trader, he thought Zhang Sheng was the first person he had made friends with after traveling through time. A good friend is here.
Seeing him taking the initiative to help, Tang Yuan was happy to save effort and almost put his weight on Zhang Sheng.
Even though Tang Yuan is only a teenager now, he still weighs dozens of kilograms more. Zhang Sheng stumbled under the pressure. He thought for a moment that he still needed to win Tang Yuan's trust, so he gritted his teeth and slowed down. Walk forward.
After walking like this for five or six miles, Tang Yuan regained some energy, but Zhang Sheng was almost half dead from exhaustion.
Looking at the inn in front of him, Zhang Sheng forced a smile and said, "Tang Yuan, we have arrived."
Tang Yuan then said apologetically: "It's really hard, Brother Zhang Sheng, help me "You have been carrying me for so long." Feng Qing's free and easy look.
Seeing Tang Yuan walking into the inn with brisk steps, Zhang Sheng felt that something was wrong. But he was really hot and tired, and his head was dizzy, so he shook his head and followed in.
"This, this, this..."
As soon as Zhang Sheng walked in, he saw Tang Yuan already sitting down and ordering food.
“Don’t take any of the things you pointed out just now, and take a portion of the rest!”
The sip of water Zhang Sheng just drank almost didn’t spit out.
Tang Yuan put on an innocent and apologetic look again, and said timidly: "Brother Zhang Sheng, did I order too much?"
Zhang Sheng's teeth were clenching, but when he saw Tang Yuan's pink and jade face, he comforted himself in his heart and said: "Sell this kid and you can make everything back."
"Anyway, I happen to be very hungry. You, Brother Zhang Sheng, can still afford a meal."
Tang Yuan said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Zhang."
......< br>
“Hiccup!” Tang Yuan burped, and the whole table was already in a mess.
This was comparable to the appetite of a barbarian, and Zhang Sheng was stunned and speechless. Tang Yuan ignored him and went straight to the shopkeeper and said: "Two upper rooms."
"Okay, two upper rooms, please upstairs!"
Tang Yuan walked upstairs with the charming landlady.
Zhang Sheng just feels like a domestic slave traveling with the young master.
But now he was not short of money for the room, so he gritted his teeth and took out the money.
Tang Yuan sat on the bed, thinking about the future.
If you want to embark on the road again, you must first build the foundation of the road.
Building the foundation in a hundred days requires filthy Taoism, growing evil roots, being paranoid and demonic, and getting close to the turbid air.
"Uh, why did you think about it and turned to the devil's path again." Tang Yuan shook his head.
In this life, I will never enter the Demonic Path again. Although the Demonic Path claims to be fast in cultivation, has abundant resources, and advocates plundering.
Practice the way of human beings, and the great principle is to sacrifice what is not enough but to give more than enough.
Like Tang Yuan...it only took a few thousand years in his previous life to cultivate the Demon Lord Dao Fruit. If the Taoist sect is upright, no Dao Lord would need tens of thousands of years of accumulation.
But the Demonic Way does not have to be like this. Magical powers can be snatched away, cultivation levels can be swallowed up, and resources are everywhere. All those who are not as good as you are your resources.
For those who practice the Soul Way, leave a place for them on the Soul Respecting Flag.
Those who practice strength are born with the seeds of powerful white bone gods and demons.
The people in the charming way are made into corpse princess puppets.
And those inheritances of the path of change, aren’t they just natural mounts?
Food, clothing, magic weapons, mounts, and magic sects don’t need other resources, they can all be refined with their fellow disciples.
Such cannibalistic cultivation is naturally many times faster than the hard work of Taoists.
But after eating again and again, in the end, it was just the qualifications of the two demon ancestors.
The resurgence of the Blood Sea Dao like Tang Yuan was exclaimed by both Taoism and Buddhism as the seeds of an eternal evil catastrophe, which plunged the earthly and immortal world into a situation where Taoism will eliminate demons and grow...
In the end, isn't it true that life and death cannot be controlled by oneself, and one becomes a wave in the boundless blood sea of the Blood Sea Demon Ancestor?
The devil's path is just a big pit, and I will never jump into it again no matter what I do in this life.
The hundred-day foundation building of Xuanmen is exactly the opposite of that of Demonic Gate. It requires adjusting the body and mind, getting close to the spiritual energy, and cultivating good roots.
The northern border is the realm of the Demon Sect, and the Qingling Qi here is the least among the many continents.
If you want to build the foundation of Xuanmen righteousness, relying solely on the spiritual energy in nature is far from enough, let alone this place is not a beautiful place such as Lingshan Daze.
But Tang Yuan still has a way. Human beings are the spirit of heaven and earth, and there is a breath of essence in the human body that is also a pure spirit. That is small human medicines such as Jinjin Yuye.
Tang Yuan sat cross-legged like a lotus, his mind was in concentration, and he was neither empty nor thinking. He had a mouthful of true energy, half of which passed through the Ren channel to the upper jaw, and the other half traveled through the Du channel to the lower jaw and the upper jaw. It is called Jinjin, and the lower jaw is called Yuye. When the gold, gold, and jade liquid meet, they turn into a mouthful of sweet saliva that nourishes and nourishes the body.
Taomen is also called longevity wine!
What Lu Zu said, "Who knows how happy you will be if you drink the wine of immortality." This is what Lu Zu is talking about.
But Jin Jin Yu Ye is derived from the essence of the flesh. Taking too much of this medicine will cause the body to be depleted and its origin to be damaged. Nutritional supplements are also needed.
That’s why Tang Yuanshi ate so much food just now.
With his young appetite, he naturally couldn't eat so much, so he used a barbarian secret technique that did not require magic power.
This secret technique can control your gastrointestinal tract, eat far more food than you can eat at one time, and then choose to digest it quickly or store it in your stomach.
At this moment, Tang Yuan quickly digested the food in his stomach, constantly refining the water and grain essence to nourish the deficiency of Jinjinyuye.
Although it is not as pure as the nutrition provided by the elixir nectar, the essence of water and grain is better absorbed.
Of course, if they are disciples of the orthodox Taoist sect, the water and grain they eat are all spiritual plants, unlike Tang Yuan who eats just ordinary polished rice.
But, this also works!
After swallowing three portions of "immortality wine" in this way, Tang Yuan felt that Dao Ji had already taken some shape.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
(End of this chapter)