Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The ultra-high-speed crystal orbital train flew past, “waves” sounded like eggs were broken, the mysterious old man was hit by a positive landing, and within a thousand seconds it split apart, under the surge of spiritual energy bombardment, the limb broken arms instantly vaporized, even the most basic cells were extinguished with ash and smoke, and there was no survival!

Li Yao only saw the red light flash and the mysterious old man completely disappeared!

He sighed helplessly in his heart.

Growing up in such a dangerous and horrible area as the grave of Fabao, the dead man was a family member, not to mention he experienced death in his dreams countless times, so Li Yao did not have the feeling of extreme fear and maladaptation for death.

In the end, however, it is a living life, but in such a tragic way it passes away before itself, which is somewhat different.

“The old man was probably a magic fixer who went mad to do such a strange thing.” Li Yao thought to himself.

The crystal rail train was not disturbed by this little accident and was still racing at high speeds. Once it was gone, it quickly disappeared into view.

Li Yao knew that the security guards on the train must have informed the local police department, and even the military, that a large number of military guards would soon arrive.

As a garbage bug picking up waste in Fabao's tomb, his behavior can be described as swimming on the edge of the law, he has always been taboo with the military police, Li Yao did not want to get into trouble, tightened his clothes, accelerated his footsteps, and crossed the culvert.

But he didn't know that, at the level he couldn't see, on the crystal rail bridge, where the mysterious old man just stood, a clear crystal figure appeared, just like the mysterious old man, some doubtfully weighed around, and finally his eyes lit up, locking in his angry glow.

The clear crystal figure bursts suddenly, turning into thousands of invisible crystal fragments, reflecting the pure moonlight, like tens of thousands of speckled butterflies, winged and silently disappeared into Li Yao's body!

“It's cold! ”

Li Yao felt the shadow wind stinging. It seemed like something was whispering in his ear. In a very ancient and subtle language, he spoke of unspeakable horror, and he couldn't help but strike a chill.

Weird, really weird, he's a little creepy, tight in his uniform, just running all the way.

According to theory, once a person runs, all limbs are active, and his body should be hot. However, no matter how Li Yao runs, he even rushes to the limit, and he must vomit when he runs. But the coolness of the frozen and thorough door is always shadowed, such as the maggots of the bones, swallowing him every inch!

When he fell and crashed into the house, the whole person had frozen into ice, but from the outside, it looked like it was red, sweaty, foggy, steaming hot air, unspeakable weird!

“Blackie, Blackie, I think I'm sick. Help me to bed, and find some fever medicine spirits from the medicine box!” Li Yao vaguely said, his eyes were black for a while, his eyelids couldn't hold up a fight, he didn't wait for the black-wing sword to fly, his legs were soft, he had fallen on the ground, he snored, and he slept completely to death.

As if stuck in a deep swamp, all five senses were stripped away, he was in absolute darkness constantly * *, * *, indefinitely * *.

Finally, when he was about to go mad, praying that the hundreds of millions of gods of the world in nine days and ten days would simply give him a break, his body was loose, the darkness retreated like a tide, and he breathed fresh air again - a hundred times more fresh than he had ever breathed!

“What is this place?” Li Yao looked around somewhat confused.

In his subconscious mind, he knew he was caught in a dangerous "nightmare”, but unlike his past “strange dreams”, it was a dream with a distinctly strong classical style.

He was standing on a vast campus surrounded by huge blades of soldiers and bronze statues of Fabao soaring into the clouds, and a huge campus of more than 100 acres lay flat on a floating hill.

Down below is a black ocean of unseen, giant waves rolling!

The smell of smoky sweat and masculine blood ran straight into his nostrils, almost didn't kill Li Yao, standing around him thousands of developed limbs, muscular swelling, flesh-faced strong man, each strong man carrying a seemingly kilogram hammer on his shoulder, practicing hard.

Boom! Boom!

Thousands of giant hammers hit the ground together, and the whole floating mountain shook slightly.

Then, Li Yao was surprised to discover that he had also become a nine-foot-height puppet. Even his appearance had changed completely. With a touch of his hand, he pulled his beard on his chin, and the steel needle was similar!

He also had a huge hammer in his hand, and the grip was wet with the blood of his hand!

In front of the campus, a round bigger than all the giants, unlike the “giant spirit god” of mankind, stared at the bronze bell, such as thunderbolt drinking: “You three thousand five hundred and twenty-seven wastes have officially come under the door of" Hundred Refinery Sects "to become low-level servants of the Hundred Refinery Sects, this is your ancestral virtue, the blessing of three lifetimes! Our Hundred Refinery Sects, the strongest refiner sect in the ’Great World of Flood', have strict rules. Even a small junior handyman at the door will be desperate to practise! ”

“As junior housekeepers, you pick three kilos of water every day, cut fifty trees, and hunt at least ten ‘spine sharks’ in the ‘Abyss' below, which is your food! ”

“But most importantly, we need to practice the basic method of our Hundred Refining Sects, the 108-Hand Cloak Hammer Law! Listen up, you bastards, you have to wave 10,000 iron hammers every day, no less. When can you blow this floor in front of you with 'golden stone’ out a foot deep hole, you can improve it into ‘iron slaughter', cultivate a better practice! ”

“Practice! Play with my life! Ou Yaiming, what are you standing there for? Why don't you practice? ”

Li Yao had not yet figured out what was going on, but found that all the strong men measured themselves with a merciful look. When his heart was cold, a fierce cyclone appeared in front of him. The giant spiritual god outside of Hundred Fathers opened his eyes and his kung fu appeared in front of him. He stood high and stared at him violently.

“Ou Yaiming, yesterday when eating nonsense, said that you must be the madman of the" Hundred Refining Sects "too. Why, do you think the" Cape Hammer Law "is too low-level to be suitable for your" future owners "practice? All right, I'll show you today. One hundred and eight hands of cloak hammering. Whoa! ”

The Giant Spirit God's hands froze, the black air in his hands condensed, illusioned a giant hammer bigger than Li Yao's head, danced tiger, splitting his head over his head and smashing his head. Before Li Yao had reacted, he felt his ribs twin wings, and his head seemed to be as big as ten. He couldn't help but scream: “What the hell is going on here?! ”