God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang knew that now was not the time to get information.

The purpose of his summoning the divine ring was actually to see if he could really control and command freely, and to learn more about the divine ring.

He has a kind of realization that the divine ring has become a part of him, a part of him.

He felt that he couldn't breathe out the divine ring at will, absolutely not!

And for a long time, he had to hide his true cultivation.

At least when personal safety cannot be guaranteed.

Otherwise, if you lose your life, how can you talk about cultivation?

If you can't cultivate, how can you talk about acquiring supernatural powers?

If you don't show your supernatural powers, if you don't have magic power, what's the point of revenge?

Before Zhao Xiang's eyes, three half-brothers looked at their mother and son with ridicule and contempt.

Their words like poisonous arrows, and the crackling fists that landed on him could be heard piercingly in their ears again.

He seemed to have really seen the sharp nails of that vicious woman, Hua Lanxiang, slashing viciously across his face, leaving a deep and long scar.

Leave a hatred that will be remembered for a lifetime!

He couldn't help touching his face with his right hand, as if he felt a piercing pain.

pain?

The pain pulled out again this morning, the fierce fist that his biological father Zhao Ming landed heavily on the back of his head.

Zhao Xiang couldn't help moving his right hand back, and stayed on the back of his head without moving.

A pain that tore through his whole body suddenly hit him like a rising tide.

His body shook uncontrollably.

It was that fist that not only made his eyes stare and dizzy, but also shattered his world, making him feel that that home was no longer his home, and that everyone in that home was his enemy , Enemy, sworn to death!

I want to protect my own life, I want to avenge my revenge, not to mention, that nameless grandfather seems to have great expectations for me, otherwise, how could he abandon the last wisp of remnant soul and use all his mana and energy to improve my physical body Strength, six senses supernatural powers?

Even if it is not for revenge, but also to repay the kindness of the unknown grandfather and save his life to practice hard.

No matter how bleak life is, how blood dripping, it must be like this!

Zhao Xiang untied the package that Hu Jinshan gave him.

There are all kinds of things inside, including a change of clothes and socks, a lot of dry food made of sweet potatoes, corn, potatoes, etc. for emergencies, and more than ten pairs of cloth shoes of different sizes. The size is from ten to 20 years old. After wearing it for more than ten years, there are many other daily necessities, such as antifreeze oil, convenience paper, etc.

There is even a bronze mirror and a horn comb.

It seemed that I had been prepared for a long trip, strange, Zhao Xiang kept muttering in his heart, why did Grandpa Hu prepare so well?Could it be that there are some truths and reasons hidden in it that I don't want to let me know?

Zhao Xiang shook his head, suddenly, a jade bottle appeared in front of his eyes.

He had seen it more than once at Hu Jinshan's house.

Zhao Xiang clearly remembered that Hu Jinshan showed him three times, and the most recent time was three days ago when he went to his house, he showed it to Zhao Xiang.

At that time, Hu Jinshan also told him the general function and specific usage of the jade bottle.

It was the jade bottle with three clouds carved on it, the colors were white, blue and yellow.

There was actually that Baohe Pill in it, the Baohe Pill that Chu Shan, the head of the Wuyue faction, gave him to relieve internal injuries.

Why did Grandpa Hu give it to me?

Is it, is it...

A kind of severe pain burst out from Zhao Xiang's heart for no reason.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body trembled.

Zhao Xiang, who has reached the third level of Qi Condensation Stage, his current six senses are naturally far beyond that of a ten-year-old child, even compared with an adult, it is many times higher.

Therefore, at this moment, he had a bad feeling in his heart, and he believed that Hu Jinshan had already left this world.

No matter how he disperses his relatively powerful divine sense, he can no longer sense the existence of Hu Jinshan's breath!

No, it won't be like this!

Zhao Xiang was short of breath, his heart beat faster, and he picked up the package with trembling hands.

wow——

Everything in the package was scattered on the bed in an instant.

He was short of breath, his hands trembling, and he searched frantically.

In his heart, he always believed that when Grandpa Hu Jinshan threw him this package in front of the Wuyue School, besides giving him the extremely precious jade bottle and Baohe Dan, he must have left other important items behind.

Items that record important information!

Finally, he saw a white jade slip!

This jade slip was the size of a thumbnail, emitting a soft light at the corner of the bed.

It's Grandpa Hu's jade slip!

Zhao Xiang was shocked again.

In a hurry, he leaned over, bent down, stretched out his hand, opened and closed his thumb and index finger at the same time, and tightly pinched the jade slip lying beside the oxhorn wooden comb.

The information on this piece of jade slip can be repeated many times, which is of the highest level.

I don't know how many times Hu Jinshan showed it to Zhao Xiang, and at the same time introduced the function and usage of the jade slip to him.

In a hurry, Zhao Xiang immediately concentrated a strand of consciousness towards the index finger of his left hand, forced it into a line, and quickly disappeared from the fingertips into the jade slip.

After entering the jade slip, he was surprised to find that the jade slip turned out to be a huge space.

The space is divided into eight areas, and each area has a light blue door with different opening formulas written on it.

The formulas are all simple and simple Xiaozhuan, which Zhao Xiang is very familiar with. Since he was two years old, his mother taught him to recognize characters, including various fonts, and taught him to recognize them one by one.

A strong general has no weak soldiers.

Zhao Xiang's grandfather is a well-known scholar outside the mountains. He is knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and knows everything about astronomy and geography.

As the grandfather's only beloved daughter, Lan Xiaodie, naturally became the apple of his eye and gained almost all of his knowledge.

And Lan Xiaodie taught all of this to her beloved son Zhao Xiang with all her efforts.

Zhao Xiang's spiritual consciousness swept across the eight doors like lightning, and he knew the eight different levels of opening methods in his chest.

The memory ability of the third-level spiritual consciousness in the condensing period is super strong. As long as you are willing to remember, there is almost nothing you can’t remember, and the impression is extremely deep, as if it is unforgettable. Unless someone erases the spiritual consciousness, it will disappear. no trace.

Strange to say, after Zhao Xiang's spiritual consciousness swept past, all the opening techniques flowing on the eight doors were like mist in the sun, blown away by a gust of wind, and disappeared in an instant.

Could it be that Grandpa Hu Jinshan was worried that someone would discover the secret, so he deliberately set it up like this?

With a lot of thoughts, Zhao Xiang made a positive judgment.

He took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart, silently recited the opening formula on the first door, and then made strange shapes with his right hand.

As the image of the tenth plum blossom is pinched out, a milky white plum blossom emerges.

Almost at the same time, hum, a very slight cracking sound sounded in Zhao Xiang's mind, and then he saw that the gate of the first area in the jade slip had been slowly opened to both sides.

Spiritual consciousness passed through the opened door, Zhao Xiang looked around and looked into the distance, only to see the vastness of the space, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

And at this moment, a voice came.

So familiar, so kind, so kind, and so gratifying.

However, after hearing what the voice said, Zhao Xiang didn't feel any joy in his heart.

What he felt was bitterness and misery, anger and despair, and even the urge to fight desperately.

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