Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1542 The refining of Wanling Ancient Yi failed
  When Zhang Yan was excited about getting the Ancient Yi of All Spirits, there was a sudden loud bang, tongues of fire licked the ceiling, and a huge explosion occurred throughout the cave. Zhang Yan suddenly knew that he had failed again. .

Just when Zhang Yan was about to summon Neely, the supercomputer system started the defense program, there were two more explosions, and a burst of white light flashed in front of Zhang Yan's eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had changed drastically.

Zhang Yan realized something was wrong, and the sound of rushing water rang in his ears. He tried to struggle to get up, but found that he had no point of strength at all, and even choked on his saliva several times. Zhang Yan looked panicked and kept slapping the water with his hands. Zhang Yan didn't have time to think about survival. His instinct made him shout at the top of his voice, "Help! Help! Is there anyone here to save me?"

In this panic, Zhang Yan choked on a few more words of water and had no strength left to shout for help. Zhang Yan just watched the blue sky gradually become blurry, thinking about how his cultivation level had been reduced to zero, and he could no longer even swim at the most basic level.

If I don't die this time, I must keep fit! So after all, will anyone come to save me? ! !
  At this moment, a dark shadow passed by and rescued Zhang Yan, who was about to sink to the bottom. Zhang Yan looked at the dark figure dimly. He was about forty years old, with dark skin, thick beard and a lingering hair. The scars on his face all show that he is a man with a story. The man looked at him fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him.

Although Zhang Yan was confused as to why the man looked like he wanted to eat him after rescuing him, he still wanted to say thank you. But before he could say anything, he fell straight down and fainted. When he fell down, he also saw the small river that was about to drown him. It was really small, only about two meters wide. Zhang Yan vomited blood in his heart and let this river trap me. He lost all his face. No wonder the uncle wanted to eat me.

When Zhang Yan woke up again, he was already lying on the bed indoors. Zhang Yan stared blankly at the top of the pure golden wood bed. It looked like it had gone through the baptism of time. There was no edge or edge in the wood. Although there were no carvings on it, it still showed how valuable the wood was. There is a sense of grandeur in it.

At this moment, Zhang Yan felt a headache, and memories that did not belong to him poured into his mind crazily. Zhang Yan thought, it turned out that his body had died in the explosion, and my soul was left, traveling through time and space, possessing this person with the same fate as Zhang Yan.

In my memory, this is a place called Prehistoric, where force is respected. The human race is divided into the Earth Human Race and the Prehistoric Human Race. The Human Race can improve its own realm through practice, but it is much more difficult for the Earth Human Race to practice than the Prehistoric Human Race.

Zhang Yan's current identity is from the prehistoric human race. The person who rescued him just now was his father, Zhang Yiyun.

Zhang Yan's family is a somewhat famous Zhang family in the local area. Because it has produced several people in the realm of true immortals, it is already very famous in the Administrative Office Village. However, Zhang Yan seems to have no talent for cultivation.

Zhang Yan has been practicing for ten years and is still in the early stage of human immortality. His friends at the same time have already reached the middle stage of earthly immortality. This made several elders of the Zhang family feel ashamed that the Zhang family had such a useless person like Zhang Yan.

(End of this chapter)