Rebirth in another world: Cultivation begins with cannibalism

Where the moonlight does not shine, it is dark.

Zhang Jinian had been practicing in the dragon grass pile for a long time, his heart was getting more and more anxious, he was overjoyed when he recognized Chen Cheng's identity, and agreed to Chen Cheng's plan as soon as his mind was hot.

It's still too risky to think about it now, even if Chen Cheng's cultivation is higher than his own, but it's not easy to deal with so many people, let's just say that the combined thaumaturgy, how can it be blocked.

"It's all my fault that I'm carried away by hatred, Brother Chen, don't have an accident!" Zhang

Jinian has no way to meditate and practice now, he remembered Chen Cheng's help to him in the past, the huge Fuguang Sect was killed and injured, and the few people who were alive also fled and hid, and now he can see the old man, or his friend, his heart is indescribably excited.

"Whew-"

There was a sound of wind not far away, and he stared at it, and a familiar figure flew towards him.

Although he was facing other people's faces, Zhang Jinian recognized Chen Cheng at a glance, after all, the floating light sword was still in his hand.

"How is it Brother Chen?"

Seeing Chen Cheng return safely, Zhang Jinian was also happy in his heart, and checked the injuries on his body with concern.

"Long time no see, Senior Brother Zhang.

Chen Cheng greeted him with a smile

and hugged Zhang Jinian tightly, "It's been the past two years, alas, it's ......" Zhang Jinian opened his mouth to speak, and the words really came to his mouth and couldn't speak, so he hugged Chen Cheng tightly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you recognized the wrong person.

Zhang Jinian was stunned, and was about to withdraw to look at Chen Cheng, when his head suddenly slipped off, and his good head disappeared.

The floating light is with the sun, and the shadows are deep and deep.

Zhang Jinian, died.

With the will to take revenge, but he has no ability to work hard, so he can only succumb to a family with no future as a "dog", and now he is dying at the hands of his former junior brother, which is also common.

Maybe the time in the Fuguang Sect was the happiest time of his life.

Chen Cheng ignored the angry head, skillfully picked up the storage bag and put it in his pocket, so far he had no worries.

And Zhang Jinian's divine soul was also used and refined into a soul stone in an instant.

"It's on the road.

Chen Cheng's face changed for a while, and finally froze into the face of the unlucky guy he killed at the beginning.

The Soul Transformation Array also has an advantage that has to be said, as long as it is a used face, it is equivalent to recording it in Chen Cheng's face, and it can be transformed by consuming soul stones.

He dragged the corpse with one hand, carried the human head with the other, stuffed it into the storage bag, buried the blood on the ground, and left satisfied.

This time, more than 100 people participated in the autumn hunt, and the Gu family sent about ten teams of monks, and it stands to reason that the three geniuses of the Gu family should share the strange things evenly and keep the top three.

As for the group between scattered cultivators, there are not so many threats compared to the Gu family, after all, there are no routes and demon beasts provided by the family, even if there is a combined thaumaturgy, the harvest is far from being comparable.

Now that the harvest of one of the teams has been taken away by Chen Cheng, he already has more than a dozen yellow-level strange things in his hands, but these strange things are not enough, Chen Cheng still has to hunt demon beasts by himself.

The autumn hunt will end at noon the next day, and Chen Cheng takes advantage of the night to hide in the darkness and move forward.

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Three poles on the sun.

The pennant flutters, the big "ancient" word embroidered with the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, the surrounding is full of power, the time has come to noon, a group of people are lively and discussing the autumn hunt.

"If you want me to say what is there to talk about, it is estimated that this year it will also be taken care of by the Gu family. Some

monks were disdainful, but there was envy in their eyes.

"It's not about whether there is a casual cultivation that can squeeze in, people have the ability to occupy these places, and there is no way to do it, there is nothing to say. There

are also monks who retort that it is almost certain that the Gu family has three seats, and as for more, it depends on whether the loose cultivators are fighting or not.

After all, not everyone wants to enter the ancient family to be a dog, and those who can come to the autumn hunt are young people who have not lost hope yet, and they always want to give it a go.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, the last time a loose cultivator grabbed the place of the Zhulu Club was a few decades ago, in addition to the Gu family, there are some small families in this city who join forces.

Another old monk who was not low in cultivation shook his head, these scattered small families helped each other, and the methods they used were similar to those of the Gu family.

It's nothing more than arranging a real person to intervene in the autumn hunting matter, and then let the juniors who meet the requirements work together to help one of them, and wait until the next autumn hunt to rotate.

All of this has become commonplace.

"Coming, coming, there are already monks coming out!" As

the crowd shouted, I saw that some figures had already emerged from the mountain in the distance, rushing towards this direction.

The monks will register one by one, checking the parts of the strange objects and monsters, and then register the scores.

Under the supervision of the envoys of the dynasty, no one dared to do anything at this step, and the autumn hunt went on as usual.

"There are a lot of people in the north of the city, and there are three strange things under the Yellow Order, a total of three points!" A

monk from the Jiedan Realm was in charge of checking it, and three officials from the Huihai Realm were in charge of registration and registration.

"Deng Qiang, a native of the west of the city, one piece of the Yellow Rank Lower Grade Strange Thing, and one Yellow Rank Medium Grade Strange Thing, a total of three points!" Usually

based on the average strength of the monks here, they can only get the Yellow Rank Lower Grade to the Middle Grade Strange Things, which tests their actual combat and eyesight.

"Zhang Jingnian, a native of the west of the city, has no gain, and will be banned for three years!" As

soon as these words came out, the monks around them burst into laughter, as long as the strange things of the lower grade of the Yellow Order are demon beasts in the Yongquan Realm, they may be produced, and this person does not have one, it is purely a personal problem.

And the punishment of banning has always been recognized, and if you can't even get a strange thing, it is a waste of public resources to participate in the competition.

Just as they were making fun of it, a sentence instantly caused an uproar.

"The people in the east

of the city are guests in autumn, there are twenty strange things in the lower grade of the Yellow Order, six pieces of strange things in the middle grade of the Yellow Order, two pieces of strange things in the upper grade of the Yellow Order, and one of the best strange things in the Yellow Order, a total of forty-three points!" "How is it possible, how is it possible!" If the best strange things of the Yellow Order are not refined by monks, then there is a slight probability that the demon beasts of the Dan Realm will have it!"

Not to mention this superlative, let's just say that those twenty Yellow Order Inferior Strange Things, how could they be obtained in one day!"

Many monks were incredulous, and one of the most unacceptable points was that this person was an ordinary casual cultivator, not an ancient family monk, nor one of those small families who had united.

For a while, everyone looked in his direction, and an extremely handsome young monk stood with a smile, like an immortal, but with a cold temperament that made it difficult to approach.