Rebirth in another world: Cultivation begins with cannibalism

It was too late, and at the moment when Zhang Sui stretched out his hand, a long sword appeared in a cold light, and the roaring spiritual power gathered at one point, heading straight for the back of his neck.

Zhang Sui only felt a warmth in the back of his head, followed by an empty sense of drop, and a human head rolled to the ground.

It's ridiculous that this Zhang Sui has just won the baby, and in a blink of an eye, he has already been in a different place, and his head is still staring round, as if he is unwilling.

When the man and Cui Shi were frightened, a young man's figure came from outside the door, and the floating light sword inserted in the wall flew back into Chen Cheng's hand in an instant as he raised his hand.

The man was frightened, and he was about to bow down when he fell, but Chen Cheng cut off his head with a sword, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

The Cui clan had already been frightened, and he was paralyzed on the ground with feces and urine coming out, and he was asking for mercy in his mouth, probably for Chen Cheng to play.

Chen Cheng glanced at it, and with another sword, Cui Shi fell to the ground.

It's a pity that she is beautiful and delicate, after all, she is a pink skeleton, Chen Cheng witnessed the whole tragedy and knew what happened to Cui's family.

But when it comes to this treasure, Chen Cheng doesn't dare to be negligent, if he leaks the news and adds some trouble to himself, it will be worth the loss.

"This is ......"

Chen Cheng picked up the tip of his sword, and the brocade box was deftly flipped into his hand, only to see a small white sharp horn exposed inside, and when he turned it out, it was a small tower as big as a fist.

This small tower is the size of a fist, and the whole body is white, and the spire body is finely carved. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the organs, and if it is magnified a hundred times and a thousand times, it is also the same, and there is no defect in it.

Chen Cheng was curious, and immediately tried to inject spiritual power. A trace of spiritual power in the dantian was mobilized and instilled into this small tower.

I saw that a pure power in the tower was stimulated, but it refused to be refined by Chen Cheng, and with a little bit of wisdom, he struggled to resist.

Chen Cheng sneered, the twilight fish swam out of the dantian, the far-reaching power was boundless, this small tower faced such a terrifying power, but it was swallowed in the blink of an eye, and even the faint aura in the tower was also submerged.

Chen Cheng's spiritual power was unimpeded in the tower, and he refined this strange thing in an instant, and some information was also known to Chen Cheng.

"The origin of this tower is really extraordinary, and I don't know why it fell into the hands of folk mortals.

As soon as Chen Cheng felt a little, he found that the tower body had the breath of an ancient fierce beast.

It turns out that this small white pagoda is forged by the horn of the pig, which claims to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, relying on the horn on its head.

The small bone tower made from this corner can break the falsehood, see the truth, and have a natural restraint effect on illusion.

"It's a pity that this hedgehog is estimated to have impure blood, and the one-horned horn is gray, and the power of this bone tower is far from being comparable to the power of a real hedgehog," Chen Cheng smiled and muttered to himself, "But it's unexpected to have this harvest, but I'm too greedy." He

put the small bone pagoda into the dantian, and since this strange thing has been refined, it is naturally like an arm.

The brocade box is not wasted, and its material is also a rare spirit wood, which has the effect of maintaining all kinds of natural and earthly treasures, and Chen Cheng is of course also in the bag.

He looked around, dragged the body to one place, found some firewood, lit it, and disappeared into the alley.

In the middle of the night, thick black smoke came out, accompanied by a foul smell, which attracted the attention of the neighbors hiding in the alley, and then they hurriedly came out to put out the fire, lest it burn on their heads.

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In addition to the sound of firecrackers, this world also has a tradition of celebrating the New Year.

Probably because of this strong New Year's flavor that can dispel the confusion of the past year, the streets of Chishi City are covered with red makeup, and most of the low-level monks on the streets are playing and wandering, and the mortals themselves squat in a small place, trying to avoid contact with the monks.

Only the families of some monks dare to go out into the streets, but they also cling to their own monks' side for fear of getting lost.

It was winter at the end of the year, and it was normal for one or two fires to occur, so the monks and two mortals, I am afraid that only the neighbors who knew a little bit of the inside story still remembered, but they also hid in their hearts and did not dare to mention it.

After Chen Cheng took away the small bone pagoda, he returned to the sect, and this day's wandering had no other feeling except for making him more impressed by the difference between immortals and mortals, and he only felt that he had wasted a lot of cultivation time.

At the moment, while it was not too late, he practiced in the martial arts arena.

"Drink. A

strong wind blew away, the small snowflakes were shattered, and the young man wore a green shirt, and his black hair hung down his shoulders.

The martial arts arena is a large courtyard enclosed by bluestone bricks, which is divided into blocks of areas for the use of disciples.

At this time, in the huge martial arts arena, only Chen Cheng was left. He put away the floating light sword and practiced some of the basic punches and kicks in the Scripture Pavilion.

Although Chen Cheng's fist and foot foundation is already good, most of the monks in the Fuguang Sect are a little disdainful of fist and foot kung fu, and claim to be a figure like a sword immortal, but Chen Cheng disagrees with this.

"Whew-"

He regained his luck, and a mouthful of heat erupted, and the snowflakes in front of him were melted into water droplets by this breath, dripping onto the ground.

"This fist is no less than the sword, both have their own merits, and they must not be ignored.

Chen Cheng lowered his eyebrows, his eyelashes were white, his eyes were deep and calm.

After a short period of understanding, he only felt that his hands were itchy and unbearable, and he began to practice again, and his vigorous figure flew back and forth in the martial arts arena, as fast as a flying goose in the Tianshan Mountains, as fierce as a fierce tiger pounced, and between his fists and legs, there was a crisis.

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Time flies like a white horse, and once the year passes, it is more than half a month.

At this time, the Fuguang Sect was lively, and everyone was discussing which of the new disciples was expected to enter the inner gate, but among these monks, there were some fewer people.

"Hey, have you heard, Zhang Jinian offended the core disciples as soon as he entered the inner gate! If you want me to say, he is still too reckless, so ......"

The monks chatted in the teahouse, and some of the details were revealed from the inner door, and they were used as gossip and conversation.

"Alas, who told those monks of the inner gate to oppress people, although there are measures to protect new disciples in the sect, but people have been in the inner gate for many years, and they can be targeted with some small means.

An older steward shook his head, it is difficult for the disciples in the sect to form a gang and form a faction, and at most they can dredge it.

"If you want me to say, when I was at the outer gate, I was still honored by the yellow vine as a senior brother, and as soon as I entered the inner gate, I called some old disciples brothers, and I didn't care about Zhang Jinian and them.

Another steward brought a bottle of wine, pecked it, and put some treasures away

, "My wine is made from Qingling fruit, and it is very precious......"

He didn't notice that some of the stewards at the same table looked inexplicable.

The discussion in the outer gate has nothing to do with Chen Cheng, and he has already come to the inner gate to report.

He had also heard Huang Teng's message, and he had some guesses in his heart.