Nanjiang Continent.
Songque Dynasty, Songque Forest.
Changsheng leaned against a big tree, holding his breath and watching quietly as a six-hoofed leopard walked past, not daring to make any move.
After the six-hoofed leopard walked away, he quickly put a water rhyme grass in his hand into the storage bag on his waist.
A total of six kinds of spiritual grass are needed to condense the Soul Awakening Liquid. Among them, about 20 plants have been found for each of the five types of immortality. Only Yan Sha has found 4 plants.
Yansha is mostly located in the outermost part of the forest, near the sacred tree forest. However, there are level 1 monsters in the sacred forest, and Changsheng's unique soul-hiding method is completely useless.
But it's okay, you just get close and don't have to go in. After looking around for a moment and finding no movement of wild beasts, Changsheng quickly ran towards the direction of the sacred tree forest.
Less than half an hour later, the grass with fiery red leaves not far away appeared in Changsheng's eyes, at least twenty of them. In the midst of joy, there was a whistling sound behind him. Changsheng held his breath again and stood motionless.
Three or four tiger-spotted snakes about one foot long, each with a pair of cicada wings, flew past him, as if the person did not exist in front of them.
Chang Sheng did not dare to act rashly, because he knew that this kind of unqualified tiger-spotted snakes usually live in groups, at least twenty or thirty together.
Sure enough, more than ten breaths later, another sputtering sound came from behind him. This time, there were about twenty. Changsheng waited for another ten breaths, and after hearing no more movement, he quickly walked towards the pile of gauze grass.
After receiving 24 Yansha plants, Changsheng couldn't help but patted the bag on his waist and smiled happily. He does not intend to sell these six kinds of spiritual herbs, but to replace the soul-awakening liquid for Xiaoyu to use.
Without stopping for too long, Chang Sheng quickly sped away towards the outside of Songque Forest without making any sound.
"Haha, I didn't expect that a stinky handyman like you could actually enter the Songque Forest?"
"I also thought it was a rumor. Many people in the martial arts academy said that he could avoid monsters and collect spiritual herbs."
"Haha, I didn't expect that you, a mortal, are really the same as the rumors?"
At the entrance of Songque Forest, several teenagers dressed in vermilion red costumes were in an uproar when they saw Changsheng appear.
Chang Sheng ignored them, lowered his head and walked around them.
"Stop." As he shouted, the young men rushed to Changsheng.
The leading boy couldn't help but pull down his storage bag and look through it, then grabbed a handful of spiritual grass and held it in his hand.
"Water rhyme grass? Hewan flower? Are you trying to condense the soul-awakening liquid?"
"Master Yuan, that's the soul-awakening liquid spirit grass collected for my sister, please be merciful." Chang Sheng begged helplessly in a low voice.
It was a good thing that he didn't speak, but when he did, the young man took one look at him, threw the spiritual grass in his hand to the ground, and stepped on it.
"If you want me to be merciful, you have to go into the forest again and let us see how you avoid the monsters?" The young man said, grabbing a handful of spiritual grass from the storage bag and throwing it to the ground.
"That's right, let's see how you avoid the monster."
"Now that your spiritual grass is gone, you just need to collect it again."
"Hahahaha, yes, it just needs to be collected again."
The leading boy laughed and poured all the spiritual herbs in the bag onto the ground, then stepped on them and pressed them down. All the teenagers also laughed.
If it were in the past, Changsheng would definitely accept his fate and endure it. He knew that he was just a mortal without any cultivation and had no ability to resist.
Several young men are all students of Mingque Martial Arts Academy. Although they are only at the lowest level of Qi refining, in the eyes of Changsheng, they are no different from gods.
But now, Changsheng clenched his fists and his eyes were about to burst. Because the last 20 or so Yansha plants in the Songque Forest were all at the young man’s feet.
Without Yan Sha, it would be impossible to replace the Soul Awakening Liquid. And because of the scarcity of Yansha, there are not even a few plants in the shops in Mingque City. Without the Soul Awakening Liquid, Xiaoyu would not be able to practice the "Basic Soul Technique" in time.
"Now that all your spiritual herbs are gone, let's go into the forest."
The leading boy pulled Chang Sheng, but found that Chang Sheng had not moved and was staring at him with red eyes.
"How dare you fucking stare at me?"
Before he finished speaking, a fist hit Chang Sheng's face, and then the fists and kicks of other teenagers also fell on him. Changsheng was immediately knocked to the ground, curled up with his head in his hands, his body covered with footprints, and his face dripping with blood.
"stop!"
A crisp voice came, and a girl, also wearing a red outfit, ran quickly in front of the crowd, and kicked one of the people who was besieging them with a flying kick.
Unfortunately, seven against one, before her legs could fall down, her arms were held up by two teenagers.
All the teenagers stopped punching and kicking, except for the leading boy who kept kicking Chang Sheng: "You bastard, let me glare at me again, let you glare at me again."
Each kick is harder than the last, and each kick is stronger than the last. With each kick, Chang Sheng's body twitched, and blood sputtered from his mouth and nose.
"Brother Changsheng, Brother Changsheng? Yuanzheng, please stop! If you don't stop, I will sue you to the punishment hall." The girl who was held up shouted while struggling.
Snapped.
A loud slap fell on the girl's face, and five deep red finger prints appeared instantly. The girl glared stubbornly at the leading boy named Yuan Zheng, holding back her tears.
"You are just a low-level mortal with no cultivation. You, the brother on the left, and the brother on the right are simply a disgrace to us monks. Are you going to sue the punishment hall? Do you think they will take care of it?"
After Yuan Zheng finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Chang Sheng underground: "Smelly boy, damn boy, if you don't kowtow to greet me when you see me from now on, I will beat you every time you see me."
Although none of the students used any real energy before they started, Chang Sheng was seriously injured just by the combination of fists and kicks. Coupled with the few kicks that were just far away, his heart suddenly shattered and he lay dying on the ground.
The young men had walked away, leaving Changsheng curled up and twitching, his face covered in blood, and the girl crying beside him.
"Brother Changsheng, you must hold on! I will carry you to the Wuyuan Hospital now."
The girl sobbed and grabbed one of Changsheng's arms and put it on her shoulder. Then he staggered forward, dragging his back. But before he took two steps, Changsheng fell straight to the ground, and the girl also fell on him.
At this time, a burst of heartbreaking pain spread throughout Changsheng's whole body. The pain was like a steel needle pricking every joint in his body, and every organ in his body was piercing his heart.
After a few breaths, the pain began to slowly subside, but Chang Sheng's heartbeat became slower and slower, and his breathing became lighter and lighter. After another four or five breaths, his heartbeat stopped and there was no more breath.
"Brother Changsheng, Brother Changsheng..." The girl's tearful cry followed.
2
At this time, Changsheng was surprised to find that he appeared in a light gray fog without any pain on his body.
"This? Where is this? Am I dead? I can't die. What will Xiaoyu do if I die alone?"
"You're not dead yet, it's your soul that appears in the sea of consciousness." A deep voice sounded slowly.
"Spiritual soul? I don't have spiritual roots and can't practice. How can I have a divine soul?"
While Chang Sheng was wondering, a huge figure gradually appeared in the mist.
This figure has a snake body and tail, a crocodile head and lizard legs, eagle claws and fish scales, as well as whiskers at the corners of its mouth and beads under its forehead.
"Dragon? How come there is a dragon?" Changsheng looked at the huge figure in front of him in shock.
Dragons no longer exist in this world, and everything about dragons is only recorded in the history books.
Changsheng was thinking about the descriptions of dragons in various historical records. The black dragon's body swayed slightly, then lowered its head and looked at him.
Under the huge dragon head, Chang Sheng looks like a little ant.
"What year is it now?" A deep voice came from the dragon's mouth.
"Now~~~~it's the first year of the 52nd year of the Zhenli calendar." Changsheng replied in horror.
"Zhenli?" The giant dragon frowned and thought for a moment, then asked: "Which descendant of Canghai Wuji are you?"
"I~~~~I don't know what Canghai Wuji is. My name is Changsheng. I don't have a surname because I am a mortal."
The giant dragon stared at Changsheng again and again, and suddenly stretched out a dragon claw and pressed it on Changsheng's head. Before Changsheng could react, all the memories of the past 17 years began to flood into his mind.
And the giant dragon closed his eyes slightly, and the memories received in his mind were not only those of Changsheng, but also the memories of Changsheng's entire family for generations, all the way to the end of the sea.
According to the calendar of this planet, that was a full 7 million years ago.
:Brother Meng Zhang, have a good trip.
These were the last words Canghai Wuji said to him.
"When the sun sets at the end of the world and we are old friends, when will we see the bright moon together?" The giant dragon sighed softly.
"Senior, is this really my sea of consciousness? Then~~~~then why are you in my sea of consciousness?" Changsheng asked cautiously, he had already recovered from the initial panic.
The giant dragon looked at him and said slowly: "I have a soul contract with Canghai Wuji, so a ray of my soul will always sleep in the sea of consciousness of people with Canghai bloodline. Just now, your life was on the line. , forcibly awakened me, and at the same time gave you your own soul."
"Have a divine soul? I can't practice, it's impossible to create a sea of consciousness and have a divine soul?" Changsheng asked in shock.
"The Canghai bloodline is not from Jiexing here, so it is a little different. You must possess the soul first, and then you can practice."
DiJetStar? What Jetstar? Changsheng looked dumbfounded. He only knew that he was in the world of cultivation, and above the world of cultivation was the fairy world. I have never heard of this star or that star.
Ignoring the trap of immortality, the giant dragon continued: "When I was forcibly awakened, I consumed nearly 90% of my soul thoughts to save you, and I will soon enter soul sleep again. Remember, you must use all means to collect magic. gas."
"Demon Qi? Only the Demon Realm has demonic Qi. How can I, a mortal, collect it?"
"You can find the magic element and magic liquid. I will leave some memories for you. It will be a little confusing, but it can help you."
The giant dragon paused: "The remaining demonic energy I have cannot protect you once or twice. If you die, it will be the moment when my soul dies. If my soul dies, it will also be the moment your life dies. Only the devilish energy can Maintain my soul thought, and only demonic energy can protect you."
"That's right." The giant dragon panted and seemed a little tired: "This star has a long life, so improve your cultivation as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible."
After saying that, a trace of black air emerged from the top of the dragon's head and floated into the Immortal Spirit, and the dragon began to slowly fade and dissipate.
"Senior, I don't have spiritual roots, so I can't practice at all? Senior, senior." Chang Sheng looked at the fading dragon and shouted in shock.
There was no response until the dragon's figure disappeared completely, and a dragon-shaped ring as black as ink appeared in front of Changsheng. A thick layer of black mist lingered above it.
