Wang Kunpeng, a great young man, was a college student who studied medicine a year ago. However, unlike others, he did not learn the most common Western medicine, but the traditional Chinese medicine that had long become unpopular. In his opinion, Western medicine is not worth mentioning at all. He always uses a knife to cut or replace it. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and profound, which is not something that ordinary people can understand. However, traditional Chinese medicine also has its shortcomings, because the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine is too slow, which is a relatively slow process. Western medicine is famous for its rapid effect, so most people have changed to Western medicine and abandoned traditional Chinese medicine, but Wang Kunpeng is not

He cared about these things and still studied hard. He did this not because he pretended to be noble or had no way to go, but because he was very interested in this aspect. In addition, he also wanted to be quiet, so even though he was about to graduate and was still a bachelor, he still looked indifferent, as if he was pursuing a single aristocratic life. In fact, he did not like to deal with others, but he still lived optimistically. His dream was to be a doctor who could save the world. Yes, it was a doctor, not a doctor, a doctor, and a doctor, a Western name. Only the word doctor is the name that was born and raised in China.

On this day, Wang Kunpeng walked out of the hospital he applied for in disappointment. Although what he learned was quite profound, Chinese medicine was too unpopular. It was not easy to find a job as soon as he graduated. Looking at the scorching sun, Wang Kunpeng wiped his sweat helplessly and said, "I really don't know when I can find a job to support him." As he spoke, Wang Kunpeng wandered casually on the street without any purpose, just to relieve his depressed mood. When Wang Kunpeng walked to the bottom of a building, he couldn't help but sigh: "This is the world, the material society." After the feelings were expressed, he turned around and walked back, wanting to take a bus home. Although it was just a rental house of dozens of square meters, it was so good that it was his own nest.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, because he found that he was shrouded in a big shadow, and it seemed that the shadow was still changing. He turned his head in confusion and looked at the building behind him. His eyes were dull. He didn't know what he saw, but he was sure that what he saw was definitely true-the building was tilted, and the direction he was on was the street where he was standing. Maybe it looked like a dream, or it was more correct, but Wang Kunpeng thought that what he saw was real. He has been like this since he was a child. His motto was - I only believe in my eyes, I believe that what I saw was real, I firmly believe. There were many people who saw this scene, but they either couldn't believe that what they saw was real, or were already scared. In the audience, the only person who remained calm was Wang Kunpeng, who shouted: "

Escape quickly, the building collapsed!" Some people reacted and ran away, some were so scared that their legs were weak, and the whole street was in chaos. At this time, it was not an exaggeration for the people downstairs to say that it was the end of the world. People ran in panic, not knowing where to run, not knowing where to be safe. At this time, there was another dull person, that was Wang Kunpeng. He just saw a man in his thirties constantly pushing the person in front of him away

He tried hard to push forward, a girl of six or seven years old was pushed to the ground by everyone. Many people stepped on her body, turned a deaf ear to her cry, or they didn't hear it at all. An old man was squeezed into the corner of the wall, and finally got bleeding... He saw a lot of such scenes, and Wang Kunpeng was confused - is this the person he wanted to help with? But he had no time to think, because he was also pushed by everyone.

Suddenly, the building exploded with a bang, and countless pieces flew open, and many hit the crowd, and a ball of blood burst out. One of them hit Wang Kunpeng's chest. He only felt a pain in his chest. Then it seemed that the thing flew out of his chest. Wang Kunpeng fell to the ground powerlessly. At this time, no one ran away because it was useless to escape. The whole building fell down. I don't know whether it was God's will or luck. Wang Kunpeng did not hit the wall without a wall.

When he thought of his parents, his future, not his ruthlessness, but his knowing that he would die without a doubt. Not to mention how long it would take for someone to come to rescue him, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on to that time at all. He just regretted that what force had collapsed the building, because he did not hear the explosion, he didn't know or guess, so he could only call it a force. He just wanted to know why he died before he died.

Perhaps it was because of the mercy of the gods, and his wish came true. Everyone was pressed down by the building, but no one saw it. On the other side of the building, there was a figure covered in black air. However, after the building fell, it immediately flew into the air, about four or five meters above the ground, covering his chest with one hand, and shouted loudly: "Why, the dog bastard in Shushan, who has killed so many people but still dared not show up?" I don't know what method was used to say, but it actually spread a hundred miles. Wang Kunpeng downstairs heard it clearly, and his eardrums were almost broken. He was stunned. What kind of magical power is this? Is this a magical method? Just as he thought so, an old man with fairy spirit walked out of the void. The old man had white hair, but his skin was like a baby.

It was really weird, but the cold light in the old man's eyes ruined the old man's outfit. He only heard the old man's words say coldly: "Seven Nights Demon Lord, if you were not defeated by me and tried to hide in the world of mortals, how could I take this heavy move? Giving the magic weapon to me, I can consider giving you the opportunity to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. Otherwise, hum......" He only heard the man named Qiye Demon Lord sneered and said: "Hehe, if I hadn't been injured, how could I take it for you? Aren't you the righteous path claiming to protect all living beings? Why are you the evil path treating human life like a mustard? Qi Feiyun, is it that your righteous path all this kind of thing?" It turns out that the two people who spoke were actually the Seven Nights Demon Lord, a giant in the Demon Lord, and Qi Feiyun, the hermit elder of Shushan.

When Qi Feiyun heard this, the coldness in his eyes became stronger. He glanced at the injured people below, then stared at Qiye Demon Lord coldly and said: It's just a group of ants, so what if I kill it! Qiye Demon Lord seemed not surprised that the other party would say this, and said calmly: "Aren't you just for the magic weapon on me? But if you want it, don't give anything, don't even think about it!" Qi Feiyun sneered and said: "Hmph! You are waiting for the evil demons and heretics, how can you take that magic weapon? It deserves what I got from Shushan. You have to give this magic weapon, and you have to give it if you don't give it. In the end, Qi Feiyun's voice became cold...

Wang Kunpeng, who was downstairs, listened to the conversation between the two, had doubts, anger, despair, and a faint joy. Unexpectedly, there was really a god in this world, and it turned into a stream of hatred. Yes, hatred, they are the paranormals in the eyes of mortals, but they killed so many people for a magic weapon... Cultivators... Magic weapons... Ants, hehe, in the end, Wang Kunpeng himself sneered, but this smile touched the wound in his chest, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He silently said: If there is a next life, I will definitely not be an ant again. After thinking for a moment, he said; Forget it, I won't even be a good person, a good person will not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, hehe... Then, his consciousness became blurred.

Before Wang Kunpeng died, he ignored a very important thing. Why could he live for so long? But no wonder, he was shocked by the conversation between the two in the sky, but forgot about his physical condition. When his consciousness was about to blur, a piece of heirloom jade on his neck emitted a faint white light. It was this white light that kept his consciousness awake and heard the two people in the air treating mortals as grass. It seemed that the faint light was to let him hear the conversation between the two, or for some other reason. After he silently recited the words, the jade emitted a strange purple light, and then the jade flew up in the air, and then a faint light escaped from Wang Kunpeng's body. The jade put away the faint light. Then a ripples around the jade echoed, and the jade disappeared without a trace.

Speaking of Wang Kunpeng's heirloom, it was obtained by Wang Kunpeng's ancestor Wang Tomb by chance from a dying monk. However, as the Wang family passed down from generation to generation, the descendants did not know about this. After Wang Ling had this jade, it seemed that he had the luck of others for eight lifetimes, and he changed from a small gangster to a wealthy businessman. Later, the jade tomb of Wang Tomb was passed on to his son. He only told his son that this jade could bring good luck and would be passed on from generation to generation, but his son also did it. However, the wealth of his descendants was only rich for three generations. The Wang family still declined a hundred years later. Many furniture was pawned, but this jade was left behind. To be precise, it was not that no one went to pawn this jade, but

After checking the pawn shop, it was found that the jade was neither gold nor jade, and it really didn't look like a valuable thing. It was said that it was just a broken stone. Of course, the people of the Wang family argued, saying that the ancestors were rich and powerful because of this jade. However, after hearing this, the pawn shop owner showed a clear expression and said contemptuously: I said, if this jade was left after your Wang family became a family, it must be a precious thing. But your Wang family's ancestor was just a gangster before, so there would be no valuable things. I think this was just a broken stone found by your Wang family ancestor. Don't disturb me from doing business. Unfortunately, this heirloom jade from the Wang family stayed and finally gave it to Wang Kunpeng, the only seer of the Wang family.

How could the mortal fetus with naked eyes recognize the real treasure? This jade fell into almost everyone's hands, just a broken stone, even the few people in the thirty-three days are the same. But if it fell into the hands of Daozu Hongjun, he would probably laugh out loud in his dreams.

Just when Wang Kunpeng died, an angry roar came from a building in Beijing, the capital: Ling Tian! What happened to you, Shushan? You actually fought in the city in broad daylight. Do you know how much impact this will have on the country? You said, how can this be cured? The person who spoke was a man in his regular clothes, looking fifty or sixty years old. The old man looked very angry. A young man in his twenties stood in front of the old man. He saw him sweating coldly. Although he kept wiping with his hands, sweat continued to emerge from his head. He said weakly: This was an elder in my Shushan Gate. As a junior, I don’t know about this at all. Besides, even if I go out to persuade him, he would not pay attention to it. As for the aftermath,

For example, if we are not going to let everyone in the city, a cold light flashed in the young man's eyes. When the old man heard this, he roared: What did you say! A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes. The young man seemed to feel something, and quickly spoke: Team leader, if this matter is not handled in this way, whether it is the impact on the mortal world, the reaction of the Demonic Taoist and the Buddhist Sect, even those in the West will take the opportunity to attack... The old man thought for a while, sighed, and finally nodded. On this day, City H disappeared from the map. The official explanation was that the power plant explosion caused a series of chain reactions, and the people of City H were killed. The real cause of the incident was recorded in the top secret archives of the Dragon Group, but this was not what Wang Kunpeng knew.

There is no living creature in the vast sea, like death. This is a vast sea area, but it is a little different. Because it is very cold, so cold that almost all living beings cannot survive. However, since there is such a place, there will naturally be creatures born here. This is the birthplace of the demon master Kunpeng, Beiming, the great master of the prehistoric power. This place has always been like this, silent. In this environment, if an ordinary person is an ordinary person, he will commit suicide emptyly. However, there are no living creatures here, and silence seems to be

The eternal rhythm of Beiming. In this way, Beiming has been silent for more than 100,000 years. After more than 100,000 years, a mysterious jade appeared strangely above Beiming. The jade threw a faint light into Beiming. Then, the jade flew away until it flew outside the chaos of thirty-three days. The jade flashed into the chaos. The jade had traveled for no reason, but only knew for a long time, until a world shrouded in glory appeared. The jade penetrated the barrier that emitted soft light, drilled in, and disappeared.

When the jade arrived at Beiming with a faint light, a very secret cave in the western part of Kunlun Mountain, a famous land in the prehistoric world, a light "Huh" sound came from the cave. An old man in green walked out of the cave and calculated a few times, but he didn't figure it out. He couldn't help but frowned and said to himself: It seemed that there was something that had a great opportunity for me just now, but why can't I figure it out? Alas, it seems that I have to practice hard. After saying that, the old man went back to the cave and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. While the old man was talking to himself, a young man in black in his twenties frowned in his twenties in a cave covered with demonic energy in the west, and then he had nothing to do. He just closed his eyes and meditated like the old man in green before.
Chapter completed!