The Prince of the World

Tianhuang Continent, the Great Cloud Empire, a corner of peace.

At the foot of the barren mountain, there was a thatched hut, the red sun rose early, a gray robe, and the hairy and fluffy old ricket walked slowly out of it. A thick sorrow flashed in his turbid eyes, and he staggered to the top of the barren mountain.

I don't know how long it took, the old man finally climbed into the vast wild mountain, but it was already setting west.

Looking at the red sun that is about to fall, he makes a long sigh that seems regretful and lonely: Under the red sunset, he will rise again the next day, but... will he have another chance after death? ?

Looking down, staring at the bottomless abyss enough to devour him, he closed his eyes in despair, flashing everything in his mind like a movie.

His name is Yanli, and his soul was worn to the heaven-continent with respect to martial arts one hundred years ago, and he was attached to a waste material disciple in the "Great Desert Palace". Perhaps the combination of souls has mutated. Genius disciples, great characters.

That year, Lin Jingyun was not a peerless swordsman who was famous on the mainland, but a black-bellied boy; that year, when Long Ziyue entered the sect, he was not a goddess admired by thousands of people.

Later, the future sword god became his younger brother, and the future goddess was successfully convinced by him, and he was loyal to him.

He cultivated ascendantly, and in just three years, he broke through the Yuan Realm and achieved the Profound Realm. The younger generation was unparalleled. The owner of the Great Wasteland Palace announced that he would be his heir in charge.

At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and did not put the world's people in his eyes, thinking that the whole world was his.

However, one night, a mysterious man sneaked into his room and broke his foundation. From that time, no matter how he practiced, his cultivation will not increase by half a point, but instead he will quickly retreat.

Less than a year, he slipped from Profound Realm to Yuan Realm.

Two years later, he regressed from Yuanjing to the gas refining period.

During this period, the masters of the palace shot out, and even the owner of the Great Waste Palace personally inspected his body, but there was nothing he could do.

Waste material becomes genius, genius becomes waste material again!

God seems to have made him a big joke.

Lonely, helpless, angry, and ashamed!

After spending countless manpower and material resources to treat him, the Great Wasteland completely abandoned it.

The ensuing white eyes, ridicule, and disdain made him discouraged, because among the people who ridicule and disdain him, many of them had patted his farts before. At this moment, he knew that this world is not his.

Only two people never laughed at him or gave up on him, one was his brother and the other was his lover.

However, he lived up to their expectations. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation practice did not increase but decrease. After a few years, he degraded to the triple gas refining, even the realm of Dahuanggong.

He gave up and became a waste man who ate and died!

However, they still did not give up. At the same time, they became stronger and stronger, and found a lot of talents and various magical pills for him, but...to no avail.

A decade later, Lin Jingyun returned with blood, and told him a message that a group of mysterious people took away Long Ziyue.

Since then, Long Ziyue disappeared, Yan Li's heart was completely dead, he quietly left the Great Desert Palace, retreating in a remote wasteland, dazzling for a hundred years, he was dead in the wind.

A drop of old tears slipped away, expressing endless sadness and unwillingness!

"Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I still love you." Yan Li planted his head into the abyss, and the darkness engulfed his figure.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his ears, Yan Li felt like a stagnant water in his heart, and could no longer lift the slightest waves, closing his eyes slowly.

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Yan Li opened his eyes hard, feeling a tingling in his chest, and at the same time, there was an intermittent girl sobbing in his ear.

Stretching his hand, he touched a soft animal skin pad, trying to prop up his body, but felt a tear-like pain in his chest.

"Ok"

He frowned slightly, and couldn't help but hum.

As he hummed, the sobbing voice came to an abrupt halt, and then, a clear voice mixed with surprise sounded, "Wu Guan, the little prince woke up!"

The breeze blew his face, and Yanli felt that there was one more person in the compartment, trying to turn his head, and a middle-aged black robe appeared in his eyes, vaguely, somewhat familiar.

"you……!"

"Little Lord, don't talk, affect the injury."

A ray of surprise flashed across his middle-aged black robe's face, and he immediately took out a snow-white pill with a fragrant fragrance and fed it into his mouth.

Yan Li opened his mouth unconsciously, the entrance to the panacea immediately melted, and immediately turned into a hot stream, pouring into his chest. At this moment, he wanted to understand what was going on, but there was a huge fatigue in his mind. Come, slowly, his two eyelids closed together.

Seeing the middle age in black robe, he let out a long sigh of relief "Ling'er, take good care of the little prince."

"Follow your orders." Linger nodded busy.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Li regained consciousness again, but he didn't open his eyes, his chest was still in pain, he tried to merge another memory in his mind that did not belong to him.

In a flash, three days passed.

Yan Li opened his eyes slowly, a strange and complicated light flashed deep in his eyes. In the past three days, he had sorted out and merged another memory.

He exhaled heavily, but he couldn't calm down his emotions for a long time.

He was born again, born to Li Li, a deceased prince of the Great Cloud Kingdom Li Wuming, who was supposed to die a hundred years ago.

"God, did you hear my call and give me another chance?" Yan Li's eyes seemed to penetrate the carriage and came to the clear blue sky.

"Lin Jingyun my brother, Ziyue my lover, I am back, this life will not let you down again, I will accompany you on the peak, smile at the wind and cloud, the person who destroyed my foundation in the previous life, I also I won't let you go... I will make you pay a terrible price!"

Things are impermanent, and the heavens are unpredictable.

Crossing is an extremely ridiculous thing, but I did not expect that he who died after crossing was actually reborn again. At this moment, Yan Li had a deep awe of God's will, and he was even more curious. What is the reason for the crossing and rebirth?

"Ling'er." Yan Li called softly.

"Little Lord."

A small hand rested gently on his waist and lifted him up.

Yan Li's eyes fell on this 14-year-old but intimate, pleasant girl, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'm hungry."

"Little Lord, wait a moment, Ling'er will prepare the porridge for you."

Yanli nodded his head lightly, then leaned his body against the carriage, closing his eyes to recuperate, and he who had recovered from his serious injury, still needed to rest in order to restore his vitality.

The Tianhuang Continent respects martial arts. After tens of thousands of years of development, both the martial arts realm and various martial arts have been classified and divided in detail.

The realm of martial arts is divided into the realm of Qi refining, Yuan realm, and Profound realm.

Among them, gas refining is divided into ten levels, and Yuan realm is divided into three realms of Ningyuan, Shenyuan, and Poyuan;

Xuanjing is subdivided into three realms: human mystery, earth mystery, and heavenly mystery.

All martial arts are also divided into categories, from low to high, namely: Huang, Xuan, Di, Tian, ​​Sheng, and Shen six ranks, each of which is subdivided into upper, middle and lower ranks.

Yan Li is no stranger to the division of state and martial arts grades. He has systematically studied it in his previous life. While the little maid Linger is preparing food for him, he slowly senses the cultivation of this new body.

Afterwards, he nodded with satisfaction. "Well, yes. It was only 14 years old, and he has already achieved a complete refining of gas, which is also a rare genius for cultivation."

What makes Yan Li even more unexpected is that the foundation of this body is quite good. Although the vitality in the Qihai is weaker, it is very pure.

In the Tianhuang Continent, the warrior can absorb a kind of gas called "Yuanqi" between heaven and earth to strengthen itself.

Refining gas!Refining gas!

It is the process of absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and refining and refining it into Qihai, which is used to strengthen itself and improve vitality. In the words of the earth, it is to use vitality to change the genetic structure to make the gene chain more perfect.

Yan Li once compared the people of the Earth and the people of the Tianhuang Continent and found that the average life expectancy of the residents of the Tianhuang Continent is higher than that of the earth.

The reason for this result is that there is vitality on the Tianhuang Continent, but not on the earth. Before crossing, he was a graduate student in the history department.

For a period of time, he was very curious about Chinese martial arts, and he specifically contacted some martial arts practitioners who practiced Chinese martial arts. There is no so-called true spirit god in their body. They rely on physical strength and explosive force for fighting. High, even shorter than ordinary people, and even some masters of national martial arts will die suddenly for no reason.

After thinking about it, Yan Li believes that the reason for their sudden death is too much overdraft of human vitality to cause short life.

But it is different in the Tianhuang Continent. There is vitality here. Absorbing the vitality can enhance vitality. The higher the state of the warrior, the longer the life expectancy.

It is said that the master who has reached the Profound Realm can reach at least two hundred years old. In the previous life, even if Yan Yan was destroyed, it was degraded to the triple gas refining, and he still lived for a full hundred years. If this is placed on the earth, it is absolutely Can be called longevity.

"Little prince, the porridge is here."

Linger was carrying a bowl of fragrant, golden-colored porridge into the compartment, holding Yanli in front of him, interrupting his thinking.

"Coo."

After not eating for a few days, his stomach has begun to rebel. For a while, under the eyes of Linger's strange eyes, Yan Li's old face was slightly hot.

His eyes fell on the porridge in the blue-and-white bowl. He knew that the so-called porridge was made with precious and rare lingmi rice, which can be eaten. Generally, only the royal guizhou and senior disciples of various ancestors, because Lingmi contains a small amount of vitality. After eating, it can increase strength and improve physical fitness. If you take it for a long time, it will have great benefits for repairing.

"give it to me."

Ling'er shook his head, "Little Lord has just recovered from his injury. Let Linger feed you."

"Good." Yanli is not a pedantic person. It is also a happy thing to be able to enjoy the feeding of a pretty little loli.

Lingpor has a fragrant entrance and swallows its belly, and then it feels that a weak vitality has spread out, nourishing Yan Li's slightly weak body.

A bowl of porridge, fed a pot of incense sticks, after eating, Yanli leaned on the carriage in a comfortable posture, thinking about the way out in the future.