After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 175 Freshmen
Except for the Nanxuan Domain which was completely occupied by the Alien Legion, the other domains also encountered various difficulties when sealing the cracks, and finally solved them one by one.

The Spiritual Cultivation Alliance sent people to strengthen the formation facing the big rift in the South Profound Realm, and finally he was able to breathe a sigh of relief and take a good slowdown.

From the rift causing panic and announcing the truth to temporarily sealing the rift in exchange for a short period of peace, in less than a year, every day has been both long and short.

So that when the spiritual practitioners finally had a rest, they looked around at the companions who they didn't know each other but now had a tacit understanding, and when they recalled the faces of their former friends, they felt a little strange.

This year, they only did one thing.

Follow the arrangement and try to save yourself.

Do whatever you can, without thinking too much.

Now that I'm free, I realize that I don't really know how to communicate with others.

"Do you like to eat Qingyun chicken in Qingxiaolou? The Qingyun chicken skin is crispy and tender, and when you tear it open, it is full of fragrant gravy. It is very delicious." I squeezed my double chin that no longer existed, and my eyes were round and bright The nun spoke carefully.

The Qingxiao Tower is in the Beixuan Territory, and the elder said that to leave the barren domain, at least ten or more spiritual practitioners must act together to avoid accidents.

She thought about it carefully just now, and she missed this bite very much, and the more she thought about it, the more greedy she became.

She knows her weight well, her cultivation is neither high nor low, and her strength is neither strong nor weak. Few of her classmates who are close to her cultivation level are willing to take the risk of taking such a stutter.

Knowing that she was going to Qingxiao Tower, many people asked her to bring food.

Thinking of this, the petite and tempered nun stomped her feet angrily.

Does she lack that bit of spirit stone?If you are willing to go with her, she will directly invite double servings of these meals!
Suddenly, the superior ran out of the place where the disciples of the sect gathered, and ran to the outskirts of the wasteland.

Coincidentally, I ran into the very reliable captain before, so I rushed over to get closer, trying to use my favorite food to attract spirits with the same hobbies to go with me.

In her opinion, the captain should have some research on food, and she persisted only because of the snacks that the captain offered every now and then.

"The captain doesn't like to eat Qingyun chicken, how about Sanjiang fish? It's hot and sour, and it's also good for cultivation. Pair it with the good wine brewed by Qingxiaolou. The days are so beautiful..."

Chi Zhishu looked at the female cultivator who had the four characters "I'm too greedy" written all over her face, and moved back a little.

too close.

"I heard that many new dishes have been released before, and the dishes produced by Qingxiaolou can guarantee good taste—"

"What do you want to say." Chi Zhishu stood up and straightened his robes, only to see the beads on the hairpin on the nun's hair were shaking.

"I want to go to Qingxiao Tower, and I must gather ten people to leave the wasteland. Is the captain willing to go together?"

Qingxiao Tower is in Beixuan Domain.

Chi Zhishu looked at the person firmly, but before making up his mind, Sang Zhixia walked out of the barrier, and said with a smile: "Then let's go together to taste the delicious food and wine in Qingxiaolou."

Following behind Sang Zhixia was none other than the disciple of the Qingling Sect who hadn't shown up since returning from Tianhai Territory.

The environment of this valley is quite pleasant under the nourishment of the aura of the spiritual source. Song Jingmo survived the thunder calamity and got the benefits. After returning to the barren land, he hid in the valley to refine his cultivation and consolidate his realm.

The disciples of the Qingling Sect can stay anywhere, and prefer to stay with their own family members, so they all practice in the valley.

Afraid of losing a bit of the earth energy that this place has finally recovered, one or two of them are the spirit stones they took to assist in their cultivation, and they never took half of the aura of plants and trees.

The little aura that escaped during cultivation actually nourished the grass and trees better.

Sheng Zhichun hadn't been in contact with the naturally grown mountains for a long time, and was even more obsessed with cultivation. He got rid of some weeds, and together with the idle Zhou Zhiqi, he improved the formation in the valley a little bit.

The formation method here is not very clever, just because someone helps to cover it up, it doesn't attract people's attention.

In the valley, Song Jingmo sat cross-legged under a pine tree and took out the alchemy furnace.

This alchemy furnace is inconspicuous in the small world of Wanshouzhu. If it hadn't been discovered by chance last time, I don't know how long it will continue to accumulate dust.

Fingers caressed the engravings on the surface of the alchemy furnace, and the spiritual power summoned water to clean the alchemy furnace, then dried it with a spiritual fire, placed it on a large stone with a flat cross section, and took out the alchemy materials one by one.

Polishing the realm by alchemy is the most cost-effective way Song Jingmo can think of.

Song Zheng didn't have much opinion on the rise and fall of the world, and the old friends who came to visit before had all met and recounted the past. Song Zheng unceremoniously accepted the meeting gifts for Song Jingmo, and now the pile of meeting gifts have become Song Jingmo's alchemy materials.

Song Jingmo has become interested in this kind of medicine ever since he refined the Bloodline Pill once.

Stimulating countless generations of descendants with thinner bloodlines to awaken their bloodlines with more intense and pure bloodline power, Song Jingmo believes that this is a broad road that will greatly enhance the overall strength of the monster clan as long as it can be passed through.

So when he followed his parents to meet the big demon cultivators, Song Jingmo also smiled and collected a lot of good things.

On behalf of Li Mu, she released the news that she could refine the Bloodline Pill to improve the bloodline level, and immediately some well-preserved blood essence of the ancient survivors was sent to Song Jingmo.

Who can refine the Bloodline Pill is not important, what is important is whether the Bloodline Pill is real or not, and how effective it is.

"Father, that's the last drop of the ancestor's true blood!" In a demon clan settlement, a weak demon youth lay on a stone bed. He couldn't even maintain his human form, and he could barely maintain his half-monster form.

"As long as it can exchange for the hope of saving you, a drop of true blood is not a loss!" the demon cultivator sitting in the cave said dully.

"But father's lifespan is approaching, without the true blood of the ancestors, the success of crossing the tribulation is less than three points..." The young man of the Yaozu hammered the stone bed vigorously, only hating his body for not living up to expectations.

He is of half-demon blood, and that half of demon blood is impure, and mixed with human blood, it makes his body weak and extremely difficult to practice.

The mother of the human race died of dystocia when she gave birth to him, and she didn't even have time to look at him.

Young people sometimes think that it may be a good thing that their mother did not see themselves.

With my appearance like this, my mother might be scared out of my wits, thinking that I gave birth to a monster.

"Naturally, I worry about my affairs. You are my son, so I will take care of your affairs." Yaoxiu's voice was muffled, and there was no doubt about it.

The young man turned his head, and quietly held a piece of stone with a sharp edge with his hand beside him.

He polished this piece of stone for a long time, holding it in his hand every day, and put it down because he couldn't let go of his Yaozu father who was running around for him.

But he was alive, perhaps his father's greatest burden.

That drop of ancestral true blood may not have been used yet.

If he died, his father could get his true blood back, and the hope of surviving the catastrophe of the monster clan would be greater.

Thinking of this in his heart, the young man sat up with some difficulty, and calmly said to his father at the entrance of the cave: "I want to eat sour berries, will my father pick them for me?"

The chronically ill son rarely made such a request, so the demon cultivator naturally wouldn't say anything bad.

When he saw the figure at the entrance of the cave disappear, the young man gasped weakly and pressed the stone piece against his neck.

He heard that, no matter if it was a human race or a monster race, if their throats were cut, they would bleed to death.

Yaozu is too sensitive to the smell of blood, he should send his father further away.

But he had never been out of the cave, so he didn't know what it was like outside. He only knew that his father had been out for a long time last time, and he brought sour berries when he came back.

Young people don't like to eat sour things, sour berries are an exception.

The sweet and sour taste can stimulate his taste buds very well, making him feel alive instead of a corpse lying on the bed.

The young man held the stone flake, and he could even feel the beating of the blood vessels under the skin.

He was indeed alive, but he felt that living was more painful than death.

My father is still young, and after the catastrophe of the monster clan, he may live another hundred, thousand or even ten thousand years, find a gentle and beautiful wife, and have many children with excellent health and talents.

It shouldn't, because he alone has harmed everyone.

He knew that the mother who was remembered by his father was killed by himself.

When the stone flakes scratched the skin and the blood flowed out, the young man was still thinking, so this is the feeling of pain...

Song Zheng, who was guarding Song Xiaojing's alchemy, temporarily received a voice transmission from his friend and asked him to take him to pick sour berries.

Song Zheng thought for a while before matching the physalis that his friend said with the fruit Song Jingmo liked.

All kinds of food prepared in the valley were suitable for Song Jingmo's taste. Song Zheng glanced at the small table with various fresh fruits, saw the only empty plate, and agreed.

Using spiritual power to condense a spiritual body thousands of miles away, Song Zheng and his haggard-looking friend carefully picked the fruits from the thorn bushes while casually asking about the current situation.

"My kid doesn't want to come out all day, and he doesn't have any other hobbies, but today he wants to eat sour berries—"

Song Zheng frowned upon hearing this.

"Brother Crow, what else did that child say before he left?"

"He doesn't want me to exchange the true blood of my ancestors for the Bloodline Pill, and wants me to save the true blood and use it during the tribulation." Black Crow mentioned this matter and sighed.

In his opinion, the matter of crossing the robbery is later, and the life of his son is the most important thing.

Don't ask for the future of the child, only ask for the child's health.

"How long has Brother Crow been away?"

"About the time to touch a stick of incense."

Hei Ya didn't intend to bother Song Zheng at first, after all, he is very down and down now, and it's not easy to disturb his former friends, it's because of such a trivial matter.

It's just that he searched all the nearby areas, but couldn't find the sour berry, so he had no choice but to ask Song Zheng for help.

Song Zheng's fingers hidden in his sleeve moved, and his face changed.

"Where is Brother Crow, take me there quickly!"

Hei Ya, who didn't understand the meaning of Song Zheng's words, saw clearly the anxious expression on Song Zheng's face, and suddenly panicked.

He wasn't stupid, he just cared too much about the child before, and didn't find anything wrong.

With all kinds of anomalies floating in his mind before, the black crow turned into a prototype and flew to the cave, ignoring Song Zheng.

Song Zheng sighed and followed quickly.

Now that he has met, he should also help out.

Two streamers passed by without attracting attention.

The black crow hurried back to the cave where it settled down, and as soon as the barrier was removed, it smelled fresh blood coming from inside.

The berries that had been carefully picked before were scattered all over the ground, and the crow quickly rushed to the stone bed, and when he saw the scene on the stone bed, he stopped in his tracks.

Song Zheng knew that something had happened when he smelled the smell of blood.

When he got closer, he noticed that the half-demon was still alive on the stone bed. Song Zheng angrily pushed away the black crow that was standing in the way, and healed the opponent's wound with spiritual power.

Once the wound healed, the blood stopped flowing, and the weak breath also stabilized.

"Why are you stunned, your son is not dead yet."

He dared to raise a child without even realizing that his son was thinking about death.

"I, I can't handle this." Hei Ya wanted to cry but had no tears. At this moment, a big man who was used to the demon cultivator faintly began to cry.

Song Zheng felt sour, and simply used the spiritual power of this spiritual body to continue the life of the half-demon on the stone bed.

"Clean up this place, wipe off the blood, wait for me to come back—"

Before the words were over, the body with condensed spiritual power disappeared first.

Black Crow looked at the scene in front of him, and remembered that his good friend got a chance to improve his cultivation level, and he was able to condense an avatar outside his body.

Not caring about thinking more, Hei Ya carefully dealt with the blood stains, looking at his son who was pale but survived, his eyes slowly turned red.

Knowing son Moruo father.

How could he not know what the child was thinking about on weekdays.

Even if I didn't think of it before, I understood it now.

In the valley, Song Jingmo happened to use the drop of true blood given by the black crow to refine a furnace of blood pills. Song Zheng, who had returned to his body, transformed from a pine tree into a human form, explained the situation in a few words, and took Song Jingmo and her with him in the breeze. Dan Furnace returned to the cave in just a few breaths.

"How's the situation?" Song Jingmo's face was a little pale, and he frowned slightly when he smelled the bloody smell left in the cave, and walked quickly to the stone bed. Several small jade bottles.

"Qi tonifying pill."

"Blood supplement pill."

"Gu Yuan Pill."

Feed the three elixir, dissolve the medicinal power one by one and integrate the medicinal power into various parts of the half-demon's body whose life is hanging by a thread, Song Jingmo took out another bottle.

The black crow looked at Song Jingmo with some apprehension, and turned to Song Zheng for help.

They Yaozu don't like to take pills.

Is there really no problem after taking so many pills?

Song Zheng saw that this unreliable friend dared to question the quality of his little whale's elixir, so he immediately moved his eyes away, pretending he didn't see it.

"Heart-stimulating potion, too much blood loss, the organs may be damaged, you keep this potion for later use." Song Jingmo handed the potion bottle to Hei Ya.

Hei Ya scratched his head. He didn't know there was a word called "Caring for Chaos", and apologized to Song Jingmo with a very low posture.

Song Jingmo didn't accept the courtesy of the black crow, and after avoiding it, he talked about business.

"I think this monk is too weak and has been depressed for a long time. Why did he choose such a deep place where the sky is hard to see?"

"My family has always been out at night, and the darker the place, the better for healing..." Hei Ya realized that the residence he found according to the habits of the Hei Ya clan might not be suitable for his son.

"The injury is stable. You can change to a place with a wider view. It's better to have more creatures, which will help your mood to improve. Also, drink more hot water and let it cool down before drinking." Song Jingmo is not a doctor, and he can only pick a panacea He said a little bit, remembering what Song Zheng said inside and outside that this person is unreliable, so he gave an extra warning.

Song Zheng saw that the black crow was obediently listening to the "doctor's order", and after Song Jingmo finished speaking, he said, "The blood pill that the little whale refined just now was entrusted by the black crow. It just so happens that today——"

Hei Ya's eyes widened immediately, looking at the imposing and young girl in front of him, he repeatedly sighed that the younger generation is terrifying.

When the young man woke up, he saw the sunlight falling by the bed and the Yaozu father who was sleeping beside the bed, and asked in surprise, "Am I already dead?"

　Regarding this book, I have written testimonials for previous works, but the writing is very messy, and I have only recently found a little status.

　　Immediately, I wanted to take advantage of this momentum and write to the end of a million words. The last book on training and fast travel was also an end in a million words. It is hard to draw a conclusion on the final result.

　　So I wrote slowly and let the plot develop on its own.It's not a cool article, it basically doesn't set up a face-slapping plot, it's the same sentence, write it wherever you think of it.

　　This book was created in 2020, and it has been almost two years now, and I will go back and revise it when I feel that it is almost finished.

　　The fantasy of practicing hands, I only hope that I can gain something from it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)