Luohua Village.

Hua Lun spent his whole life traveling far away, and he must have been very attached to this land. Wu Chen buried Hua Lun in front of Luohua Village, and the villagers did not refute it.

In Hualun's small thatched house, Wu Chen sat at the wooden table and stared blankly at the shrine opposite.

"Wu Chen, you have to cheer up. Only by constantly becoming stronger can you avenge this blood revenge." Behind him, Mo Chen touched his beard, looked at the silent Wu Chen and comforted him.

Wu Chen looked down at his hands, slowly clenched, and his fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

"Yes, only by being strong can you take revenge."

"By the way, teacher, what is the first-level ferocious beast you are talking about? And what is that spiritual book?" Wu Chen turned around and asked.

Beasts are also divided into levels, just like spiritual practitioners. The beast body is powerful and can be divided into wild beasts, ferocious beasts, spiritual beasts, and ancient strange beasts.

Wild beasts are the lowest, just like ordinary people in the human race, and ferocious beasts are always the saying "first level, two talents, three tai, four gangs, and five kui".

The ferocious beasts in the first level can be comparable to the spiritual gathering cultivator, and the second level can fight against the elixir cultivator. Correspondingly, the three Tai realms can compete with the Yuanying realms and the Four Gang realms and the God Transformation realms, while the ferocious beasts in the Five Kui realms can be comparable to the Breaking Ding Period.

As for spiritual beasts, it is said that they can fight against immortals.

This continent is vast and boundless. In addition to the Xuanling Realm, there are also soul realm, beast realm and other places. This beast realm has gathered endless ferocious beasts, and even the sect leaders of various major sects dare not step into the foot easily.

Mo Chen spoke with relish, and seemed to want Wu Chen to show his knowledge again.

"Boy, the reason why I accepted you as my disciple is because your body is already comparable to the early stage of the first-level ferocious beast, but your blood is not as powerful as the ferocious beast. If you practice your spirit while cultivating your body, you will be invincible at the same level."

"Cultivate the body?" Wu Chen was confused. This was the first time he heard that human race could still cultivate the body.

"Have you heard of the War Clan?" Mo Chen asked first, waved his sleeves and said, "Forget it, you don't know if you said it."

Wu Chen rolled his eyes. This old beggar was too unscrupulous. Since he knew that I had never heard of it, he still came to ask me.

"It is rumored that this war clan has a secret technique that specializes in physical cultivation, and can break mountains and rivers with one punch. Because the war clan's physical cultivation technique is comparable to a ferocious beast after it has been completed, it angered the ancient strange beasts and destroyed the war clan with one claw in the world."

"This is just a legend!" Wu Chen touched his nose, shook his head, and his face was disbelief.

"Hehe, at first I thought it was just a legend, but I got a jade slip in a cave." Mo Chen said, his eyes complicated, "It's really a bargain. The requirements for the cultivation technique of this war clan are also strange. You must be less than twenty years old, and your physical strength must be that your body reaches the first-level ferocious beast realm before you can practice."

"Looking at the entire continent, there are almost no one who can meet the requirements. I thought the jade slip was nonsense until I met you."

"Tsk tsk, little guy, how did you develop your body? So powerful." Mo Chen stared at Wu Chen's body, his eyes shining.

Wu Chen was startled, hugged his arms tightly, staring at Mo Chen, "Teacher, don't you have any other plans, right?"

"What are you thinking? I'm not that kind of person." Mo Chen glanced at Wu Chen, took out a jade slip from the storage ring, threw it to him, and turned around and left, "You have a good rest, follow me to practice tomorrow. I have some things to deal with, and come back later. Oh, I don't have much time left!"

Wu Chen took the jade slip and looked around the house. There were no more figures of Hua Lun and Hua Yuner, and loneliness came.

The scene of fighting with Hualun and teasing Hua Yuner appeared in my mind, and my eyes were blurred with tears. Now things have changed, so he is the only one left.

"Hehuan Sect, you wait."

Wu Chen had a ferocious face, and he pressed the jade slip on his forehead. Ancient words appeared in the sea of ​​gods and kept floating. These words were unprecedented in Wu Chen. After a scroll of his mind, he also understood the information he conveyed.

"The war tribe was born for war."

In the past, I created this technique and fought against all the enemies. My war tribe must remember that when facing the world, you must not be afraid or afraid. If the road that cannot be worked, you can open it with your fists. Only with one battle can you win.

Wu Chen was so excited by this passage of words that he was so overbearing. Grandma, it was too domineering and too awesome. Is there anything there?

The war clan's physical cultivation technique is to refine qi and blood, strengthen muscles and bones. It is divided into nine levels. Every time you reach a realm, a war pattern will appear on your arms.

My war clan's son only relies on his body, not on external things. He can break mountains, step on the sea, tear up beasts, slaughter immortals, war gods, kill heavens, and punish the earth.

However, these are my imagination, and I have only reached the third level of practice.

"Damn," Wu Chen looked up and looked at the beams of the roof. He was speechless for a long time. Is this pioneer funny? It is said that the predecessor planted trees and later generations enjoyed the cool air. This pioneer was so good that a predecessor planted seedlings and later generations cultivated them.

After digesting the physical cultivation technique of the war clan, Wu Chen was even more sure that this was a pit. If you want to improve this physical technique, you also need to get the blood of the ferocious beasts and add countless spiritual medicines to make it into divine liquid to assist in your cultivation.

I just said how could this old man be so kind? It was so fucking to give me this physical cultivation technique.

"Forget it, at least I have met the requirements now, depending on what the opportunity will be in the future."

Wu Chen had no choice but to laugh at him secretly, and suddenly thought that when the Soul Heaven Yuanying rushed out of the willow cave, he seemed to have only brought a small blue sword. He used his mind to investigate, but he saw that there was still a storage ring!

"Maybe he didn't bring it out."

Wu Chen thought for a moment and ran towards the place where Luohuntian exploded. It was a mess. Wu Chen came to the stream that was still flowing, recalling the location of the willow trees, and walked a few steps up.

"It should be here!"

I squatted down, digging out the soil and the remaining branches and leaves, and soon I saw a quaint black ring embedded in the soil.

Wu Chen laughed loudly, grabbed the ring and was about to look at it carefully. Suddenly, a black mist penetrated into the ring along Wu Chen's palm.

"Hehe, someone finally dug up my ring." Huntian's ecstatic voice echoed in Wu Chen's ears.

After feeling the power of thinking to scan himself, Huntian secretly left a trace of residual soul in the ring to protect himself. When someone finds it, as long as someone weaker than him, he can seize the body. The reason why Huntian exchanges the soul-taking fusion technique with Mo Chen is to prepare for his life expectancy in the future.

Now, he was frustrated and his soul was destroyed, and only this residual soul was left. If no one picked it up for a long time, the residual soul would slowly dissipate. At this moment, someone finally got the ring, which made him very excited and screamed and crawled into Wu Chen's divine sea.

Wu Chen's eyes condensed slightly, and after snorting coldly, he closed his eyes, guarding his soul. In the sea of ​​divineness, a ray of black smoke appeared and turned into the appearance of the soul heaven.

"Gaga, I will survive the disaster and will have good fortune."

Huntian smiled long, but in a blink of an eye, her smile interrupted, and she opened her mouth and pointed at the front with an incredible look on her face. Wu Chen's pale white soul was sitting cross-legged in the center of the sea of ​​gods, looking at Huntian's remnant soul and smiled gently, "Old thing, you have today too."

"Wu Chen, you, you are in the realm of mind power!" Hun Tian was panicked and was about to withdraw from Wu Chen's divine sea.

"Hehe, how about it? Are you surprised or surprised? Since you have come, please stay." Wu Chen was extremely happy. The scene of this old guy bullying the young and scolding Hu Zi'er was vivid in his mind.

His eyes were cold, and his mind moved, and turned into a pale hand and grabbed the escaped Huntian at extremely fast speed. He pinched the residual soul of Huntian and threw it into his mouth and swallowed it in one mouth.

There was a crackling sound of thunder in the soul, and half a moment later, the residual soul of the Soul Heaven was refined. If someone saw it, he would definitely regard Wu Chen as a soul cultivator, because Wu Chen's method was very similar to that of the Soul Cultivator, devouring the soul and turning it into his own use. However, Wu Chen's method was more domineering, devouring it directly and refining it by thunder cultivator.

Wu Chen opened his eyes and stretched his waist comfortably, and his mind seemed to have increased a little more.

As I stroked the ring on my hand, I looked in my mind. In a three-cubic space, in the corner of the front, there was an exquisite bookshelf made of sandalwood, divided into three layers. There were three white crystals on the upper layer of the bookshelf, and there was a small gray bag next to it. The gray bag was half open, and there was about a hundred white crystals, but the color was relatively dull.

"Spirit Crystal!" Wu Chen was overjoyed and went down to the middle of the bookshelf, and the lower layer was empty. In the huge space, there was only one bookshelves.

"Oh, this soul heaven is also a poor man!" Wu Chen glanced and then withdrew from the storage ring.

Put the storage bin in the tiger's skin pocket and turn around and leave.

"You have to go back quickly, otherwise it would be a bad thing if he found out after the old guy came back."

Wu Chen returned to Luohua Village and saw that Mo Chen had not come back yet, he took out the storage ring and started playing with it. He took out a medium-grade spiritual crystal from it. Wu Chen used the spiritual cultivation technique, and a series of spiritual power poured into Wu Chen's body from the spirit crystal.

The eighteenth meridian was opened, and the spiritual power continued to inject into the nineteenth meridian. When one-third of it was filled, the middle-grade spiritual crystals in Wu Chen's hand were scattered like mud and sand.

Huh, Wu Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air and saw a medium-grade spiritual crystal disappearing like this. He thought that this practice is really a cost-effective way.

"With my current first-level battle body, even if my spiritual power is weak, I can still fight in the early stage of gathering spirits." Wu Chen became confident, got up and carried a pot of bamboo leaf green, and walked out.

"Go and say goodbye to me. I don't know when I will come back here."

In front of Luohua Village, two figures of a man and a woman appeared on a hill like ruins. They were Bai Huachen and Tan Moyin, a genius of Xuanling Palace.

"My Yin, there are traces of the Nascent Soul Cultivator's self-destruction here. I believe Lord Huntian has died." Bai Huachen looked at the scene in front of him and sighed.

"Senior brother, let's go to the small village at the foot of the mountain to find out some information." Tan Moyin looked at the small village not far from the foot of the mountain.

"Yes." The two of them headed towards Luohua Village.

As soon as I arrived in front of the village, I saw a man wearing a tiger jacket and looking particularly lonely, sitting in front of a new grave, holding a pot and drinking alone.

"Brother Hua, don't worry, I will save Yun'er and find a good family for her."

"Wu Chen will destroy the Hehuan Sect, and the Hehuan and the other Hehuan who killed you. I will bring their heads to sacrifice to your undead. But I am so powerful now that I have to wait for a while." Wu Chen held the pot and fell down, drew a wine trace on the ground, raised his head and took a big mouthful.

"Hey! What happened here recently?" A woman's ethereal voice came from Wu Chen's ear, breaking Wu Chen's thoughts.

Wu Chen frowned slightly without looking back, and said carelessly, "I don't care about rude people, don't disturb me."

"You," Tan Moyin's beautiful eyes were angry. She was about to step forward, but was stopped by Bai Huachen. She spoke kindly and turned around and bowed to Wu Chen, "Little brother, please ask, what happened to the mountain, how did it become like this?"

Wu Chen turned around and looked at the man and woman. The man was like a handsome young man, with extraordinary appearance and charming and colorful women.

"Mom, I'm a little white-faced again," Wu Chen curled his lips. The good food was rude by the pigs. Why didn't I have such a blessing?

"I don't know anything, don't ask me." Ignore the two and were about to turn around.

"Wait, these two men, one man and one woman, can't they be from the Hehuan Sect?" Wu Chen immediately got up and looked at the two of them carefully.
Chapter completed!