From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

White Candle Town Center.

Hundreds of strong men fiercely attacked the core streets. As soon as the front ones died, others would take their place. As it was the most tragic battlefield, more than a dozen strong men had become warriors of the fourth realm, but most of them died in the blink of an eye.

Song Yushao and another pacification envoy worked together to deal with a demon king who came to support them. The former held an extremely sharp sword in his hand. Taking advantage of the opportunity created by his colleagues, he cut off the demon king's arm with one sword. He only needed to continue fighting for a while to decide life and death with the opponent.

But in an instant, a powerful wave erupted in the mansion that originally belonged to the local gentry. Within a radius of several miles, the farmyards and houses seemed to have suffered an invisible blow and all collapsed.

A huge black shadow stepped into the air and rushed forward, moving like a meteor, with a mouth as big as a basin, teeth three inches long, tongue moving and throat making sounds, lips covering its face, and a body like a giant. The mandrill targeted the two pacification envoys and punched with all his might, causing most of the town to be covered with flying sand and rocks. The strong men and little monsters who were killed in the attack alone covered the ground.

The punch from Wu Fushan's top landed on the pacification envoy, causing his whole body to explode completely, with most of the fist imprinted on the ground. The mountains around the town shook violently, and the pacification envoy Song Yushao was hit by the aftermath, rolling over and smashing a dozen walls before flying out.

The several people who were planning to surround and kill the two demon kings were shocked. Even if the two demon kings came in person, it was impossible for them to kill the two adults with just a punch. When they came to their senses, they immediately turned around and ran away. This cunning guy was definitely no match for them.

Most of the strong men on the front line were killed or wounded and fled in all directions. A young man with a slightly hunched figure went upstream, with powerful fist energy surrounding his body. He pushed his way through the oncoming crowd. There was no spirited look on his face, and he still looked honest.

Passing by a ruin, Song Yushao sat up with difficulty from the rubble, his body covered in blood, and his Yiran sword completely shattered. At the critical moment, the scabbard saved his life again.

"Li Shi, that guy is at least at the bottleneck of the Far Travel Realm. I guess you are not simple. Take this!"

Song Yushao threw the bamboo sheath in his hand to Li Er without hesitation. This guy's fist power was so powerful that it was terrifying. Maybe he could really fight against the demon that suddenly appeared.

Li Er scratched his head helplessly. It was indeed a good thing. Besides keeping one alive in times of crisis, it could also subtly repair one's foundation and hidden injuries. But even Old Man Yang had said that he had a good foundation and practiced martial arts solidly, so he didn't actually need this. Besides, a weak Mountain Peak Realm person might not be able to do anything to him.

"My Lord, I have no use for this."

Song Yushao glared and said angrily, "Hey, I know my own weight. I can't help nor cause trouble. If I give you the things, I can run away with peace of mind. Do you really want me to die? Take it neatly and don't ask for it back. Killing that monster is better than anything else. Give the sword to a hero."

Li Er took the bamboo sheath and used it to hit people, which was quite convenient. When he looked back, Song Yushao had already gone far away. He was indeed an old hand in the world, really generous and decisive.

After a few breaths, the demon who sensed the threat arrived in front of him and threw a punch, and the whole town was shaking slightly.

Li Er turned around and raised the bamboo sheath. His movements were extremely simple, like a woodcutter chopping down a tree. Before the opponent's fist landed on him, he took the initiative to hit his opponent's head.

The protective fists of both parties rubbed against each other, and fine sparks burst out faintly. The loud sound of rock and iron colliding sounded. Li Er followed up with a knee strike, which made the demon dizzy, and the surrounding ground sank ten feet.

The battle turned into a one-sided beating. Li Er's bones were like a string of firecrackers exploding continuously. Finally, he broke through the bottleneck of the Yuanyou realm with one go. After breaking through the realm with the strongest posture, he smashed the demon's tough body with a straight punch. After punching ten times, the demon's soul, which had been fed with every punch, was already riddled with holes.

Li Er held the dead dog-like monster, paused for a few seconds to find the right direction, and then swung it out fiercely, which was equivalent to throwing another half punch. This guy who relied on martial arts to force his way forward, his boxing skills, boxing theory and spiritual will were thousands of miles behind the realm, and he was no different from a child holding a huge axe and waving it around randomly.

On the outskirts of the town, Song Yushao was about to join the battlefield in the rear and continue fighting with the demons that came to support him. Suddenly, a black shadow fell in front of him. He had no time to stop and rushed straight into it, taking away the last breath of the mountain-top demon.

A huge amount of Yang energy emerged, and the old man, who originally had no qualifications to continue climbing the martial arts path, received a huge gift. In the case of severe lack of potential, the surging Yang energy washed away his rough foundation and helped him achieve the seventh golden body realm of a warrior with great difficulty.

A person at the Golden Body Realm can already dominate more than a dozen small countries including the Shushui Kingdom, and become the number one person in martial arts, which is equivalent to half of a Golden Core ancestor with profound foundation.

Song Yushao turned around and clasped his fists in the direction he had just come from. Then he picked up the sword on the ground and jumped up, heading straight into the center of the battlefield.

……

At the same time when the mountain-top demon died.

A hundred miles away, Chongming Mountain began to collapse.

On the top of the mountain, a demon king who had been motionless all year round was shattered into pieces, like a rotten coffin, no longer able to control the demon inside.

The other demon king waited respectfully. He had waited for this moment for too long.

The sudden change left the demons stationed on Mount Chongming at a loss. At a certain moment, the completely shattered mountain solidified, and the majestic mountain was supported by the fists of martial artists that seemed to be real. A gentle yet loud voice resounded throughout the world.

"Everyone, go down the mountain slowly."

The demons seemed to have received an imperial decree and would not linger any longer.

Among them, a dog demon and a fox demon were arm in arm. These two guys even had the leisure to drink, and they stood out in the team.

Within the blessed land, a sea of ​​clouds began to spread, gradually covering a county and nine counties. Above the sea of ​​clouds, there were gods and men. A middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting quietly, with half a bowl of Huozhu wine in his hand, which he was reluctant to drink, so he had to hold in his arms.

A majestic man stood on the top of Chongming Mountain. Seeing his old friend, he smiled. "It's Yunzhong. You've grown so big in the blink of an eye."

Jiang Yunzhong smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Chongming, long time no see. I am sorry for offending you today."

Hundreds of years ago, after the second sage appeared and found the Chongming Bird, facing the problems of the non-species and the alien species, the sage ancestor of the Jiang family placed all his hopes on education. He visited famous mountains with the Chongming Bird and traveled around the nine continents. The two sides accompanied each other for a hundred years and became close friends.

At the beginning, the sage made a bet with the double-headed bird that they would play a game of chess a hundred years later. During their travels, those who saw great good getting a good end would get a white piece, and those who saw great evil enjoying wealth and honor would get a black piece.

A hundred years later, the black pieces of the Chongming bird filled up the chess jar, but the white pieces of the sage filled less than half.

Although they are both national players, their chess abilities are vastly different, and neither dared to give up three pieces easily. With such a gap, there was no need to play a hundred-year chess game, and no one could do it. Besides, the Chongming Bird itself was quite strong in chess, and it was difficult for it to be defeated when it was studying in the academy.

"If you cannot rule your home and your people, and if you cannot defeat your enemies and your country, your country will always perish. Therefore, we are born in sorrow and die in comfort. This is the sincere words of the Second Sage. Ten thousand years ago, the gods in heaven sat high and the human race ascended to heaven. Our predecessors overcame all difficulties, but the world has been peaceful for too long. When your father and I were traveling, some things were really unbearable to watch. Is the world better now than before? I don't think so. The strong will always be strong, and the weak will become strong after becoming strong. It makes people sigh."

The mighty man raised his head high and said with a smile, "Xiao Yunzhong, since you have become an immortal on the clouds, you should take a punch from me first."

Chongming, who used to be powerful but now has become weak, his punches are even more powerful.

Venting out hundreds of years of pent-up indignation, the mighty man charged into the sky, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds.

Jiang Yunzhong stood up to fight, wine bowls fell, and the Yunjun and Leijiang door gods at the doors of every household in the nine counties on the ground broke free from their restraints, and countless streams of light rose from the ground.

A punch of extreme strength and masculinity came at him. Jiang Yunzhong grabbed a hundred thousand lightning bolts and blasted them back at his uncle who had patiently taught him to read when he was young. The layers of clouds in front of him were shattered one after another. The magical powers that were enough to withstand the attack of ordinary immortals could not hold out for a moment. There is a huge gap between the strong and the weak.

Both sides retreated thousands of feet.

A layer of white clouds covered the ground. The ordinary people in the blessed land seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, but in fact they had escaped from this world and returned to the vast world. In response to this, the Jiang family spent a huge price to fill the swamp and built a real Yunlin County where people could survive and live.

The mighty man pulled away the lingering thunder as if he had casually thrown away a piece of azure clothing. He stood there quietly waiting for the white clouds to "swallow" all the people. Seeing that the yang demons were still there, his eyes were filled with disappointment.

Seeing this, Jiang Yunzhong looked dejected and asked, "Uncle Chongming, since you don't want to involve the secular world, why do you still hope that the war in the future will happen?"

“If you don’t know how hard it is to come by, how can you know how to cherish it?” the mighty man replied calmly.

"Many people will die." Jiang Yunzhong was slightly angry.

"It's better than more people not knowing why they were born, and not knowing why they died."

The mighty man didn't want to say these things anymore. He had already had enough of similar arguments with his dead old friend.

"I have to take these little monsters to the wild world, so I can't exchange my life with you today. I'm sorry, but the things of our older generation have prevented you from entering the immortal realm."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Yunzhong didn't care about being sad, because a vast martial luck suddenly erupted from the direction of Chongming Mountain. This martial luck belonged to the demon clan, and was a great tonic for Chongming. However, the martial luck of the demon clan in the Haoran world had obviously been worn out to pieces.

The mighty man returned to his true self, and when he threw a punch, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the sky of the Yunlin blessed land.

The thunder and lightning dissipated, the sea of ​​clouds evaporated, Jiang Yunzhong sacrificed his own natal character, and it shattered in half, but still did not retreat, and directly blew up the other half, turning it into a vast sea of ​​clouds again, which was a magnificent sight.

"You really want to die?" the mighty man was furious.

Jiang Yunzhong smiled brightly, "I want life, and I want justice, but I can't have both. I would rather sacrifice my life for justice. Uncle Chongming, you are not the only one who has read the books of sages. Bear paws taste pretty good."

The great Mr. Jiang did not put up any defense at all. He rode the sea of ​​clouds straight forward like a warrior.

Since the other party is determined to go to the wild world, then he will fall to the top of the mountain. As for this blessed land of Yunlin, he doesn't want it on behalf of the Jiang family. If his descendants curse their ancestors, he would like to follow them. Who doesn't want the immortal realm that is within reach? It's all the fault of that sage father.

"You can die if you want." The mighty man said coldly.

Jiang Yunzhong cursed, "Old man, do you really think you are invincible!?"

The world changed drastically, and the sea of ​​clouds and the fist force were clearly separated.

(End of this chapter)