The fairy mist and the lone wild goose are lonely and sad. After two autumn rains, on the hillside of a green mountain, there were weeds and red leaves almost fell. In the evening, there were few tourists and the drinkers who had not returned home without fun were all the time. Apart from the lonely evening drum in the small temple on the top of the mountain, there were only the sound of wind around. The sky was already very cold. Along the way up the mountain, the young man's wound was still bleeding constantly. The blood at the corner of his mouth dripped on the stone steps, which was more charming than the red leaves falling on the ground. The wound was dried by the cold air and broke away because of the force. The blood flowed and stopped, stopped and flowed.

This is a forbidden area, a tomb, why is it a forbidden area? Because the tomb owner here kills his mother, kills his master, burns books, bans words, accumulates slander, is a war of war, and harms loyal and kindness. No one will come to worship him, and no one dares to worship him, everyone is afraid of him, and everyone thinks that there are terrifying evil spirits living in this tomb, except for this young man.

The boy was seriously injured, and his wounds were shocking. He was not in the mood to appreciate the gentle breeze around him, and the lightly dancing flowers seemed to be fog like a fairyland.

The boy's breathing was very heavy, and every breath took a lot of effort, which was a bit like a blower that was about to be scrapped.

The boy was covered in blood and was covered with wounds everywhere, narrow or wide, deep or shallow. It was impossible to tell which weapon was injured. His clothes were torn and there was a very faint evil spirit on his body. The essence and blood dripped on the bluestone stone steps and melted into the stone roads, dyeing the blue stone into a blood-like color. Dropped on the remaining flowers and willows after the autumn rain, and actually gave them vitality again.

Long Junchen was injured this time, very seriously, almost killing him. He walked to a cave, and there was a statue at the entrance of the cave.

The statue is only a few dozen centimeters, not too high. He was wearing an ancient robe from the Kingdom of China and holding a red fangs. He stood on a bridge-shaped bronze pole, lowering his head slightly, showing respect, as polite as a nobleman, and meticulously maintaining etiquette, but the head of the sculpture looked like a cobra, and his slender neck poked out from the collar of the robe, which was extremely abrupt.

Long Junchen glanced at the strange sculpture in surprise, and then turned his eyes to the ground in front of the cave.

The ground was suddenly covered with white marble bricks, with a vivid golden dragon painted on it. Long Junchen took a deep breath and walked in with difficulty. Just one step, the golden dragon on the floor tiles suddenly moved, the stone bricks shook slightly, and then, the distant and solemn dragon roar sounded, the golden scales on the dragon's body flashed, and the patterns on the dragon scales were engraved with some kind of ancient runes. The dragons drove majestic and graceful from his feet to give way out.

"I am, Long, I am, Long, Long Junchen!" Long Junchen approached the cave, his legs shrank a little because of fear or the weakness caused by excessive blood loss. He looked at the abyss full of slurry in the altar in the cave, swallowed, felt the meridians that were full of holes in his body, remembered his promise to his father, and remembered his agreement with the girl. He couldn't stop here yet!

Thinking of this, he jumped without hesitation and jumped into the forbidden area of ​​the altar. The hot wind rushes to his face, and the rolled flesh is quickly burned into charcoal. Starting from his hair, it burns layer by layer. The blood vessels burst into pieces in his body, blowing through the burnt flesh. His blood boils, and all the meridians in his body are cut off. He coughs up a mouthful of ashes, not knowing whether it is the heart or the lungs.

Immediately afterwards, his body stumbled into the earth fire magma. The surface of the magma had a hard shell, but his body was too strong. It fell from the cliff ten thousand feet high, but it was not broken. The broken spine was folded in half, breaking the magma shell. The flames raised high, and like flags, the earth fire that melted gold and turned into jade opened its mouth and swallowed him in one mouthful. At this point, he was still not dead. He refined into a god in the fire, forging the dragon-patterned bloodline that destroyed the world.

The boy opened his eyes again, pinched his somewhat unfamiliar hand, not familiar with the body, he didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed silently, but he didn't know how long it took, and finally spoke.

"It's really... annoying. I have to spend some time restoring my bloodline. I always fight and kill. What's the point?"

His voice was very clean, but a little astringent, and his speech was very slow, and he seemed to speak very little. The light fell in his eyes, and a calm and quaint folded out from the corners of his eyes. His eyes were like a sea, which seemed calm and clear, but extremely deep and wide, hiding countless storms and waves, and darkness drowned everything. There was confusion, anger, regret, and a little tired. He pinched his hand, and always felt a very strange and unrealistic one.

Since joining Dragon Walker, he has suffered such severe injuries on his first occasion. If his father hadn't told him that there was such a place that would allow him to avoid the pursuit and recover from the wounds.

This place is located in a remote place and has dragon vein magma. This is the best place to heal and temper the dragon blood owner. If it weren't for the transformation of these magma into dragon blood, I'm afraid that after Long Junchen suffered such severe penetration injuries, even if he had dragon pattern blood, he would probably not be able to last tomorrow.

But now, although I have saved my life, it is probably difficult to restore my cultivation for less than a year or two. Those people are still chasing me. It seems that I have to find a place to recover from my injuries.

Long Junchen put on his clothes, coughed twice, and climbed up from the ground with some difficulty. He walked out of the cave and followed the way he came slowly. Fortunately, there were no rocks along the way, and it was not difficult to walk. It was just that there were too many weeds and needed to be pushed away with his hands. It didn't take long for him to walk out of the mountain along the stream and come to a remote village.

Long Junchen's feet gently stepped onto the land where the autumn rain gradually stopped. His slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and his deep eyes slowly swept to the fields. At this time, the farmer who was loosening the soil in the fields, the old man who was pulling hay with a cart of hay, the woman who was delivering food to the mountains, the children playing under the big trees at the entrance of the village, and even the scarecrow who was motionless in the fields, all gradually stopped their movements, with a hint of vain, a hint of panic, and a hint of confusion, and a hint of confusion, and a hint of confusion, at a loss and wondering what to do.

Long Junchen was also a little surprised at the reaction of these villagers, but at least he did not feel any hostility or danger. His tense heart was slightly relaxed, and he took his legs and walked towards the village built among the ridges of fields.

A farmer raised his eyes and happened to meet Long Junchen's gaze that he glanced at in surprise. With a bang, the farmer seemed to have seen something terrible. The hoe in his hand fell to the ground and almost smashed his foot.

The pipe in the mouth of an old man who was pulling a cart fell down. The hot donkey pulling the cart screamed in pain, and almost broke free from the reins and fled. The old people playing chess by the tree all looked at it and put down the chess pieces that were about to fall. The woman hugged the rice jar in her arms tightly, but her mouth was wider than the mouth of the jar, and she didn't know whether she should continue to deliver food. The children suddenly dispersed and shouted and ran around the village. One of them was crying, and the sound disturbed the originally quiet village.

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