Rebirth Dominator

Fang Xiu rode that poor horse all the way along the big river, and Fang Xiu, who didn't control the old horse, just walked along the river bank all the way, carrying a jug of wine, half drunk and half awake, admiring the river. The majesty of the river.

Just now, after Fang Xiu invested in the Dragon Well Lock, some of the dragon energy overflowed also fell into Fang Xiu's hands. The dragon energy was dark yellow, which was transformed by the blood essence of those flood dragons.

In this way, Fang Xiu merged into his wine pot. After this pot of spiritual wine was blended into the dragon's energy, it suddenly changed and became extremely fierce. One sip was like steaming flames pouring into the whole body, burning the blood. They should all be boiled dry.

If ordinary people take a sip, they will be burnt to ashes by the dragon air. This is the dragon air of several evil dragons that disrupted the world and turned thousands of miles into a country. Each of them is the mother and child of the dragon mother. If you drink it without dying, you can have a trace of dragon veins and prolong your life.

If monks drink it, they can increase their cultivation.

But even for a powerful monk like Fang Xiu, drinking this wine feels too strong. He dared not drink freely after taking a small sip at a time. If he drank too much, his whole body would feel like a flame was burning.

Fang Xiu had already planned to throw the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal into the Suolongjing.

The key to breaking through from the third level to the fourth level is the fusion of the soul and the body, and it is also average when it reaches the fourth level magic weapon.

It is the integration of the spirituality and the embryonic body of the magic weapon. From this, the magic weapon is no longer a simple dead thing, but has gradually turned into a real life, although it is not an innate life, It can also be regarded as a special creature created by the day after tomorrow.

And Fang Xiu, by observing the former Xuanyuan God's corpse and the characteristics of Kun's body, deduced that the key to blending the spirit and body should be external force.

For practitioners, although there are tens of thousands of external forces that affect their strength, the biggest of them are nothing more than the power of spiritual energy, blood, and incense.

Fang Xiu transformed the eye under the Longjing lock into an eye that gathers spiritual energy within a thousand miles, and immersed the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal in the endless aura, to see if it could promote the dragon spirit of the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal. Blend with the seal.

Besides the first attempt at spiritual energy, Fang Xiu was going to make the next attempt, which was naturally the power of incense.

At this moment, the old horse under Fang Xiu's crotch couldn't run anymore, it seemed panting, and its nostrils were whitish.

Horse, horse! This time it depends on whether you have that blessing! Fang Xiu looked down at the old horse. When Fang Xiu fell into the mountain and sea boundary, he saw it in the forest. A draft horse was scattered into the wilderness because of the war.

Fang Xiu uncovered the jug, and raced the spiritual wine infused with dragon energy into the mouth of the old horse. The horse was very psychic, as if he knew that Fang Xiu's jug was a rare and good thing, and he couldn't wait. He opened his mouth and let out a hiss.

After Fang Xiu poured the horse a sip of spirit wine, he immediately saw that the horse's whole body was shaking, and the hair all over his body was like the wind blowing through the wheat field. His blood surged instantly.

Okay, okay! Fang Xiu laughed loudly, holding the flagon in one hand, and kicked the horse in the stomach.

Run, horse! Fang Xiu then pulled the rein, and the horse galloped like flying, and in an instant it seemed like a gallant horse.

Running all the way, the boiling qi and blood continuously merged into the dragon energy in the spirit wine. The horse actually turned into a dragon colt little by little, and even its hair turned blood red little by little. Gallop on top.

Fang Xiu found it even more interesting. Every time he stopped, he would feed the horse. The horse galloped all the way, and the more it ran, the more miraculous it became, and the more energetic it became.

At this time, hundreds of scholars in light-colored clothes gathered on the banks of the great river, and poured buckets of sacrifices into the surging river waves. Hundreds of scholars, with desolate faces, sang the sacrificial rites on the banks of the great river. , the voice was full of sorrow and panic.

Last month, the last orthodox King Huan of Dahuan committed suicide in the city. The tenth generation master of Xundu Xuegong refused to recognize the new King Huan established by Pan Kingdom, and angrily reprimanded King Huan and Duke Pan in front of the main hall of King Huan Palace. , crashed to death in the hall.

The tenth-generation master died on the main hall, blood stained the steps, and the jade slip of preaching from the master's robe turned into a brilliance and rushed out of the Xundu Academy Palace. .

The preaching jade slips fell into the river at last, and were never seen again.

The Pan Kingdom sent a large army to search the area of ​​the Dahe, and some of the Wuji clans of the Pan Kingdom, major practice schools, and the Lord of the Water God in the tributaries of the Dahe River searched everywhere.

People from various schools in the Xundu Academy hurried over from thousands of miles away, but there was no trace of the Jade Slip of Evangelism.

Among the many schools in the academy, the Zhuangjia School, the Theoretician School, the Farm School School and the Moral School came to the bank of the river in person, wanting to retrieve the Jade Slip of Preaching, and get the preaching thing left by Nafeng Sheng. Wen Dao's new leader.

But looking at the big river, he could only leave in the end.

The fetish is self-defiled and hides its shape.

The disappearance of the Jade Slips of Preaching also means that the Xundu Xuegong has lost its inheritance. The tenth Xundu Xuegong master is the last master of that Xundu Xuegong.

The Xundu Academy, which had been established for hundreds of years, was closed without a master. Many students and disciples who studied in the academy dispersed, or scattered to various places, set up their own schools or joined other schools of thought.

Since then, the Xundu Academy, which originally restrained and restrained all the schools in the world, has declined, while the original schools in the Academy have broken free from the shackles and become more prosperous.

The master of Xundu Xuegong crashed and died in the palace of King Huan, and the world was shocked, and Shao Guo and Gao Guo used this evil behavior as a reason to criticize Pan Guo verbally, denouncing Pan Guo's evil deeds and false royal status.

Taking the opportunity to win over the disciples of the Tianxia Academy, he even wants to win over the Confucian temples and Shinto forces that are spread all over the world in the Xundu Academy.

At this moment, those offering sacrifices by the bank of the great river are none other than the disciples and sages left behind from the Xundu Academy, who knelt down by the bank of the river one by one, holding up the jade slips and singing sacrificial rites, praising the tenth generation of Xundu masters. The deeds and sacrificial texts are full of tragedy and anger.

The building will fall, and we will be powerless! A young man in a white school robe from the Dahuan royal family looked extremely angry at the moment.

It's so sad! Another person yelled.

Don't go here, don't go here! The school has been passed down for more than two hundred years, and it will decline and disperse in one day! An old man seemed disheartened. After the death of his master and the loss of the Jade Slip of Evangelism, many schools have left Xundu one after another. Xuegong no longer cares about the situation of Xuegong, making him angry and powerless.

From now on, there will be no Xun to learn from Master Gong! Another middle-aged scholar prostrated himself on the ground, crying loudly.

The sun goes down, the sun goes down.

The red color of the twilight dyed the surface of the big river, and the earth turned into a color of blood, just like the wolf smoke everywhere in the Central Plains at this moment.

But at this moment, a ray of light shot up into the sky, gushing out from the great river, like a beam of light shining through the sky and the earth, in which there was the sound of reading aloud and the mantra of the Dao, as if one could hear the voice of a sage preaching.

That's it? The Xundu student who was prostrate on the ground raised his head and looked at the light rising from the river in disbelief, as if he saw a sun rising.