Global Awakening: The Strongest Death Row Prisoner

Time passed and one year passed quickly.

Ning Jue's hair has grown to her chin.

He breathed in and out, and his skills had reached the point where he had achieved some success.

The remaining chapters of Lingbo Weibu, of which sixteen steps are fully mastered.

Taibai Sword Technique, four styles, familiar to the heart.

After hard training in Tai Chi Xuan Gong, the innate Qi in Dantian has been solidified into the color of pure gold, which is dozens of times thicker than before.

Ning Jue's muscles were strong and his muscles were slightly raised.

A perfect body.

To date, he has pieced together 94 fragments.

Approximately one-tenth of the total number of Shattered Sword Thousand Blades.

"We still have to wait a little longer."

Ning Jue's eyes were as calm as water and he said slowly.

…

The prison was sealed off and completely cut off from the outside world, with no news coming in.

No one knows that in one year, the outside world has changed.

Outside the border, the number of giant beasts suddenly increased dramatically.

A large number of high-level behemoths frantically broke through the border base.

One year.

Humanity's frontier has retreated four hundred miles.

These four hundred miles don't seem to be such a far distance.

However, it has caused the people in the border areas to be devastated.

The four hundred mile long line covers how many square kilometers.

The hundreds of survivor bases and countless wild villages located among them have all been completely conquered.

If you go there to take a look in person, you can see large tracts of steel ruins.

Human corpses were everywhere, piled into mountains.

Behemoths emerge from the deep sea and descend.

In order to avoid the giant beasts, humans chose to station themselves on the mainland and stay away from the coastline.

People haven't seen the sea for I don't know how many years.

Nowadays, the border is retreating again and again, and it is even further away from the sea.

A large number of remaining refugees, tens of thousands in number, rushed towards the interior.

But the food in each survivor base is limited.

Naturally, it is impossible to accept those refugees without restrictions.

Many refugees have nowhere to go, starving to death and homeless.

A large number of homeless people were formed, wandering around.

A large number of refugees can only survive in the wilderness.

Many people starved to death.

The Great Famine is coming.

The giant beast roared, destroying the city and breaking the trees.

The mountains on the border were suddenly dyed red with blood.

The stench of corpses floated in the air, and the scene was miserable.

But all these tragedies only took place in the human race's border areas.

The dignitaries in the central area did not feel any urgency at all.

They still dress luxuriously, spend the best food and enjoy themselves extravagantly.

They are in such high positions that they cannot even smell the blood of their compatriots.

The central city is still calm and extremely safe.

…

Another year has passed.

The human border line, retreat another 200 miles.

The number of refugees has actually decreased.

Because a large number of refugees will die soon.

People with super powers are, after all, in the minority.

Most civilians are incompetent.

There is no money to buy powerful weapons and equipment.

Even if they encounter the lowest level mutated ferocious beast, they will only die.

Some hunters organized themselves and formed a volunteer army to protect the refugees.

But after all, there are only a few hunters.

Only a small number of refugees can receive help.

Most of the refugees can only die without a burial place.

The frontier is very far from Xiangyang.

Xiangyang is still very safe.

But many houses in Xiangyang City are still empty.

Many young people in Xiangyang City took it upon themselves to go to the border to protect refugees and fight against giant beasts.

Their martial arts are strong and their combat effectiveness is no less than those of superpowers.

But there are endless behemoths, and someone is bound to die.

In the center of Xiangyang City, the mourning hall tower covers an area of ​​several acres and is more than 70 stories high.

There are hundreds of thousands of memorial tablets placed among them.

They are all former Xiangyang people, passed down from generation to generation.

At this moment, the tablets inside were shattered one after another.

That means life falls and disappears.

The older generation put together the tablets with tears in their eyes, glued them together, and then placed them again.

Zeng Wuxiang stood at the door of the mourning hall, staring at this scene.

He frowned and frowned.

But the sadness in his eyes still couldn't be completely hidden.

There are fewer and fewer martial arts practitioners nowadays, and Xiangyang is almost the last one.

If one dies, one is missing.

But a man has lived in heaven and earth and practiced martial arts for more than ten years, not just for today.

The human race was in decline and faced with a great crisis. How could he stop those young people from rushing to the front lines and battlefields?

Zeng Wuxiang sighed softly, turned and left.

Walk to the practice field.

His eldest disciple is sitting here.

Ning Xia crossed her legs and closed her eyes. Her body was no longer so weak, and her aura was much rosier.

Her breathing frequency was special, with three breaths and one slow vomiting.

"Master."

Feeling Zeng Wuxiang approaching, she slowly opened her eyes.

The blue in his eyes became purer and a little dark blue.

She has fully mastered the dragon-elephant body-building technique, and can even be said to have achieved some success.

In two years, it is quite good to be able to practice to this point.

The little scale next to her has grown into a little dragon half a meter long, coiled next to her, yawning.

The scales on Xiao Lian's body become harder and harder as it grows.

Its power is becoming more and more powerful.

He often chases the small animals in Xiangyang City, chasing and fighting, causing a lot of chaos.

As a result, the big yellow dog at the city gate became frightened when he saw Xiao Lin.

"Ning Xia, you only started practicing when you were 14, and your connections are already closed. I thought your progress would be very slow."

"Now it seems that you are quite talented in cultivation. There is almost no gap between you and those warriors who have been practicing since childhood."

"Maybe it won't take three years, but a few months, and you will be able to reach the Qi Condensation Realm."

"By then, the behemoth gene in your body should have been completely absorbed and dissolved."

Zeng Wuxiang stroked his short beard and said.

As they got along with each other these days, he became more and more fond of this clever disciple.

All martial arts skills are taught to each other.

In addition to the dragon-elephant body-building technique, he also taught many techniques to Ning Xia.

spare no effort.

"Thank you, Master."

Ning Xia said.

…

In the blink of an eye, more than six months have passed.

The southern valley of Jingshan Prison, twenty kilometers away.

In the wilderness.

A tent covered with dust stood in the forest.

Chu Sanhan stood outside the tent, practicing his sword skills in the forest.

The surrounding trees were full of intricate knife marks.

There are already tens of thousands of traces.

Because he has lived here for two and a half years.

He held the blood-drinking knife that emitted red light and performed his family's martial arts "Xuanxu Knife Technique".

This is a sword technique that has been passed down for dozens of generations and still has no omissions or defects.

Because each generation of the Chu family will practice this sword technique to Mahayana, naturally it will not be missed due to too long time.

It can be said that this sword technique has almost been engraved in the genes of the Chu family.

Practice your sword every day to enhance your strength.

Waiting for the late night.

Chu Sanban would fly into the sky above Jingshan Prison and drop a broken blade.

This happens every night.

It’s been two and a half years now.

A thousand blade fragments have been thrown away.

Suddenly, the ID card in Chu Sanqian's pocket vibrated.

It was the Jiang Li identity card that Ning Jue left for him.

Take it out and take a look.

I only saw the Yue family, and there was an urgent report.