Extreme Demon

The statue split into a crack. Within the cracks, gray light suddenly spurted out. A strange, low rhythm like the sound of a cello permeated the black crow statue.

Gray light instantly enveloped Lu Sheng's body, making direct contact with the black hand behind him.

puff!

The black hand suddenly shattered and disappeared, and the gray light trembled violently. It enveloped Lu Sheng and quickly shrank into a ball of light the size of an egg. It shook the space in front of it violently, causing ripples, and soon opened a long and narrow crack.

The crack was gray, palm-sized, and surrounded by countless strange edges that were dark and glowing with starlight.

But it seemed that he had spent too much against the black hand just now, and the gray light group rushed towards the gray crack with difficulty. On the way, it lacked back force, tilted its direction, and hit the edge of the gray crack.

Pfft.

The light group suddenly submerged into the dark starlight area next to the crack.

The gray light group that was supposed to return to the painful world of gray cracks was finally completely lost and fell into the endless turbulence of the stars.

The cracks did not last long and dissipated naturally.

At this time, the deep blue vortex in the pond completely disappeared, leaving only a silent blue water surface.

In this restricted area that has always been silent, a dangerous area that only the Holy Lord can enter, if no one comes to respond and the pond vortex stops moving, I am afraid that no one will notice that something happened here in the next few years.

Everything quickly returned to calm.

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Dang. Dang. Dang.!

Lu Sheng slowly woke up from his daze. The heavy and long sound of ancient bells kept ringing in my ears.

"Wake up, wake up! The eldest son is awake!!" A burst of hurried shouts of surprise kept coming from his ears.

"Thank God. If the eldest son has any shortcomings, what will our villa do in the future?"

"Bodhisattva bless, Buddha bless!"

Chaotic sounds poured into Lu Sheng's ears. He did not open his eyes, but quietly circulated the Yang Yuan in his body and began to check his status one by one.

'The body is seriously injured, but it can recover on its own. ’

‘The memory soul has no abnormality, no damage, no modification or other changes. ’

‘The external environment is normal, everything. Wait! ’ Lu Sheng was shocked. He was shocked to feel that there was a body wrapped in flesh and blood around his body!

His heart was shaken, and he quickly turned his mind to scan the surrounding environment.

"It's actually like this!?"

His current body is curled up in the heart of a complete human body, as if it has shrunk countless times, and even presents a strange translucent form. And around him, there is a male body that is exactly the same as his body.

The moment his soul scanned the outside world, a large number of memories about this body also flooded into his mind.

This body also has the surname Lu and is called Lu Zhong. He is about the same age as him, in his twenties, but he is low-key, fearful, and extremely filial. Apart from that, he has no obvious shortcomings or advantages. If he hadn't come from a different place, he would just be an ordinary young man from a wealthy family.

Lu Sheng learned from his memory that the place where Lu Zhong was born was a hidden villa called Ziyan.

Purple Smoke Villa has existed for thousands of years from ancient times to the present. In the huge centralized dynasty similar to Da Yin in the outside world, it has been silent and slowly multiplied and passed down.

But these are not the key. The key thing is that Lu Sheng can vaguely feel that the core essence of his and Lu Zhong's souls are basically the same! !

As soon as the two came into contact, they merged naturally without any conflict. It was as if the two of them were originally the same person.

After the fusion, Lu Sheng clearly felt that his soul had improved a lot. The quality of the fused soul is obviously that of an ordinary person, but the improvement to oneself is surprisingly large.

This surprised him, and he began to carefully examine and reflect. Pies in the sky will not fall for no reason. When good things come to your door, the first thing to consider must be the dangers that may follow behind you.

This has become Lu Sheng's instinctive habit.

But the more he thought about it and analyzed it, the more wrong he felt.

From Lu Zhong's memory, we learned that the environment here was no different from ancient China, except that there were some mysterious Qi practitioners and martial arts masters. But most areas were still ruled by the imperial court.

Even the prosperity of the rivers and lakes here is far less than that of Dayin and Song Dynasty.

Masters usually appear in the form of strange people and strange things.

The Ziyan Villa where Lu Zhong is located has inherited some simple self-defense techniques, and there are also self-supported blacksmiths and carpenters who make armored weapons, bows and crossbows. In addition, the mountains are rich in resources, and they have adopted many homeless orphans for domestic soldier training.

The entire Lu family is like a local hero in the late Han Dynasty, who was famous in the surrounding counties and towns.

But with such power, the Lu family did not go around promoting the development of power, but still just lived in a small village honestly.

But what makes Lu Sheng feel weirdest is that there is no difference at all between him and Lu Zhong's soul. When Lu Zhong's soul merges with him, it is like another life he has lived. No difference.

You must know that in this world, even twins born at the same time will have differences due to different living environments.

"Is this..." Lu Sheng thought of many things at once, but most of them were speculations and doubts about this phenomenon.

There are too many doubts here, and it is so hazy that people cannot see clearly.

"My eldest son, come and drink some porridge to nourish your stomach."

Ziyan Villa, in the Xiyuan bedroom.

On the purple wooden bed, a beautiful girl with a well-proportioned figure was carefully lifting up a thin young man with a pale complexion, half leaning on the wooden bed behind her.

The girl carefully brought the porridge bowl in her hand closer, scooped up a spoonful, blew it, and brought it to the young man's lips.

The young man swallowed the porridge in one gulp, then raised his eyes to look at the girl, and then looked at the bedroom environment.

"Where's daddy?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"The owner of the village has already come to see you, and is currently having a small meeting with the elders in Ziyang Hall." The girl quickly replied in a low voice.

Her name is Cha Lan, and she is Lu Zhong's personal maid.

Lu Sheng closed his eyes and let out a breath. A trace of Yang Yuan slowly emerged from the body in the heart, and it began to moisturize and silently transform the body.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as Yang Yuan poured into this body, he immediately felt a sharp tingling sensation.

He quickly used Yang Yuan to simulate other energy situations and continued to test. Demonic energy, true energy, inner energy, or even the purest essence will not work.

"Is the power level too high and the body too weak to bear it? Or are the fundamental rules different and the physical cells cannot accept it?" Lu Sheng had a hint of doubt.

You must know that even if it is a universe, many physical rules will show completely different changes in different environments.

Even physical laws that originally existed naturally in one environment will not appear at all once they are replaced by another environment. This phenomenon has been found to be very common on Earth.

"Interesting. It seems that the environment here is very different from that of Da Yin." Lu Sheng no longer pressed. For him, the main body was curled up in his heart in a strange form, and he could use it at any time if he wanted. It doesn't matter.

The top priority is to hide your identity, explore the surrounding environment, and at the same time recover from your injuries and find a way back.

After he made the arrangements, he let his maid Cha Lan feed him several bowls of white fungus and purple rice porridge with peace of mind. The hot porridge also contains a lot of medicinal materials that nourish the body. After eating, my whole body feels warm and comfortable.

After the meal, Lu Sheng asked his maid Cha Lan to go out and prepare bath water for himself. After taking a quick shower and changing into fresh, close-fitting clothes, he came out of his small courtyard. Started walking around the villa.

Cha Lan was afraid that he would faint like before, so she followed carefully.

Ziyan Villa is not big, only about the size of an ordinary university on Earth. There are five attics in the Villa, all connected by long corridors. Some of the corridors are housing for servants, some are gardens and courtyards, and there are also training grounds, weapons fields, etc.

There are more than 200 people in Zhuangzi and 30 soldiers. All of them are brave and good at fighting. They often go out to hunt and clean up bandits. With his strong bow and crossbow, the iron armor and thick leather armor covering his whole body, and the weapon in his hand, he is almost invincible in the vicinity.

But these are secondary. For Lu Sheng, ordinary armored soldiers, no matter how elite they are, can be killed by just blowing their breath.

What he really cares about is the big secret that Ziyan Villa has always hidden.

According to Lu Zhong's memory, since he was a child, he would hold a mysterious ancient ceremony in a secret ancestral hall at home every year with his father and elders.

This ritual seems to be a tradition. There is no blood sacrifice, but some strange and messy things are offered every time.

For example, one year what is needed is the natural birth of a beautiful fifteen-year-old virgin. But since she is a virgin, where does the sex come from?

It takes blood from the fingertips of ninety-nine children under ten years old in their sleep every year.

There is also long hair that has not been cut for twenty years, and rice wine soaked in rabbit blood for ten years.

There were all kinds of weird and messy ritual items. Even if Lu Sheng looked at them, he couldn't tell what the ritual was about.

But after each ceremony, among a small group of people in the villa, several powerful geniuses would obviously emerge.

After so many years, Lu Sheng sorted through his memories and vaguely saw something.

Although he cannot use Yang Yuan to strengthen his physical body, he has fighting skills close to the master level. Even without the bloodline superpowers of the Holy Lord and Divine Weapon, and the powerful physical body given by magic power, it is still not something that ordinary people can match.

He has a lot of martial arts skills in his mind that can easily strengthen the physical body, and can turn this body into a top mortal martial arts master in a very short time.

But he didn't want to do that. A deep intuition told him that this place, this world, and this person named Lu Zhong were inextricably linked to him.

And a guess he came up with on his own prevented him from hastily strengthening the body. This guess is related to the old Dharma King he met at Black Seal Temple.

"Tianmo. Tianmo, if I'm not wrong." Lu Sheng walked to an ancient ancestral hall at this time, stood still, raised his head, and quietly looked at the countless tablets arranged like a mountain in the ancestral hall, and his mind became clearer and clearer.