001 The King of Barbarians

He forgot how long he had been sleeping. The darkness in his dream swallowed the entire earth, and billions of creatures cried in the sea of ​​blood. Demons and ghosts descended from the abyss of nothingness to this plane. They killed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, forcing countless people to leave their hometowns, and more people bowed to the territory of the demons for life as slaves. However, none of these mattered. What mattered to him was who he was!

"who I am?"

"Who, who, who..."

He shouted silently, and echoes came from the chaos. He opened his eyes and was blurred around him. He could hear the sound of running water and faint moans in his ears. His whole body seemed to fall into the soup pot. The soup was warm and sticky. His head was covered in mud. He couldn't remember what he was like, but it was certain that it was definitely different from now!

“What the hell is it that got it wrong?”

He stretched out his arms and legs, manipulating his weak but still healthy body to fight, and his mood was very calm. He was ready to face all difficulties and challenges. Although he forgot that he was a human or a ghost before, the unscrupulous pride in his heart could not be hidden.

"This restless heart must belong to a powerful person, and that person is my previous life!"

The sound of running water in his ears and the moans of Yiyi became more and more violent and high. The sky and the ground were shaking together, and the sticky and warm soup wrapped around his body was rapidly lost. A huge attraction came from the head. He couldn't help but squirmed in that direction. Soon after, a suffocating sense of oppression and the biting cold wind made him tremble all over. He opened his mouth to scream but held it in a desperate situation. He said to himself: "A person as powerful as me should be able to collapse in front of him and his deer plays on his left without a moment of his eyes. He is very strange. These two sentences seem to contain a deep philosophy. How did I know? Did I be a writer or scientist in my previous life? Hey? What was the thing in my previous life? What was the thing in my previous life? What was the thing in my scientist?"

While he was thinking about it, his body was bare and had been picked up by a giant palm that was more than fifty centimeters long. A heroic male voice made a deafening laugh. He suddenly opened his eyes, shook his head and shook off the blood beads and amniotic fluid in his body. He supported his arms, kicked his legs, and opened his mouth to bite the little finger of the giant palm.

“Hahahahahaha”

The owner of the giant palm let out a more harsh laugh. He frustrated his butt with the finger of his other hand, as if he was very satisfied with his tenacious vitality.

He shivered in pain and looked around. The surrounding environment was a house more than ten meters high, made of stones. A black and black screen was blocked in the center of the house. There was a bed opposite the screen. On the bed was a newly-produced young woman. There was a group of strong women around the woman. On the side of the screen were pure men led by the owner of the giant palm. Each of them was two meters tall, with clear edges and corners on their bodies, showing an extremely strong bronze color. Many people had bear skins and tiger skins around their waists, and a thick layer of flesh cocoons on their feet. It was difficult for ordinary swords to hurt.

The owner of the giant palm laughed wildly, and the group of barbarians also laughed wildly, some people picked up their machetes and stone axes to hit each other, and the sparks were lit up, without any intention of letting the baby and the mother rest peacefully for a while.

"Mengchang Gong, Ling Zi is gifted and has colorful auspicious clouds before his birth. I have determined that he has a fate with the immortal family and wants to accept him as his disciple. I wonder what you mean?"

A clear voice came from the nine heavens, and a moment later, a Taoist in white clothes and white robe, with flying swords on his feet walked through the stone house and fell into the house in a daze. The whole process was very elegant, without any human fireworks.

But the master of the giant palm, his father Mengchang, was not grateful and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter how talented the children of the Huanghuo Cult are, it is not your turn to cultivate Yijian Tingyu Pavilion. Humph, today I am in a good mood, so I don't blame you for trespassing into the house. Let's leave the gifts wherever you come. In the future, don't pretend to be a god in the Great Wilderness. What a bullshit god? What kind of eggs do you really have? When the demon invades, we have to come forward and fuck you hard?"

"Mengchang!" "Mengchang!" "Mengchang!"

A group of barbarians in the house screamed and cheered for his father. He opened his black eyes and looked at the fairy-like Yi Jiantingyu Pavilion, then looked at his biological father whose beard was more than three feet high, like a porcupine, who couldn't see the true face. He felt that from a genetic perspective, his future picking up girls was very worrying!

"Strange, what is genetics?" The baby began to think about it again.

Yi Jiantingyu Pavilion's handsome and elegant handsome guy in the wind smiled bitterly and took out a vermilion box and handed it to Mengchang, saying, "This is the green dragon scale you exchanged for with the vermilion Bird wings. Mengchang, you are already thirty years old this year and are no longer a child. You should know that even if you gather the green dragon scales, white tiger teeth, vermilion Bird wings and black woven armor, you are not sure to kill the Unmoved King! Think about your daughter Meng Jie, think about your newborn son, think about the Huanghuo Sect, think about..."

"Enough! Zhen Yingjun, get out!" Mengchang, who was two-five meters tall, clenched his fist and waved his arm. A circle of red energy rushed out. Master Zhen Yingjun, who wrapped in Yi Jian Tingyu Pavilion, rumbling and knocked through the stone house, flew out of dozens of kilometers in the air, landing in a barren mountain. Zhen Yingjun's long hair was spotless, stepped on the flying sword and shook his head and sighed for thousands of miles. He sent a message: "Mengchang Gong, don't bite Lu Dongbin, don't know the good people's hearts, how many heroes have been in the past ten thousand years.

The heroes fought one-on-one and wanted to defeat the four demons, but they all went but didn't return. They were reincarnated five hundred years ago. Sleepy dragon occasionally woke up to digest food, killed Sun Jian and Sun Ce in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. They fought until Xiangyang County before being repelled by the King of Sea Dragon Liu Biao and the Martial Saint Guan Yunchang. The sword demon Dugu Qiu was defeated on Thunder Cliff and went to Thunder Cliff to find Thunder Emperor to discuss with him. There was no reply letter. I think there were unexpected events. The sleepy dragon and Thunder Emperor were very afraid of the Ming King. How do you think you are compared with Sun Jian and Sun Ce and Dugu Qiubai?”

"Hahahaha, life is not as good as happiness, death is not as fearful! Meng only wants to have a clear conscience. Even if he cannot kill the King of Modification, I will cut off its minions, which is also a good deed for the entire Great Wilderness! Zhen Yingjun, the task of protecting Jiuli in the next ten years will be handed over to you!" Mengchanggong sent a message for thousands of miles, which shocked the stone house. The young woman with picturesque eyebrows behind the screen struggled to stand up, fearing that her weak son would be hurt.

A strong and strong woman next to her, with a big waist, round waist, round arms and thick thighs, quickly stopped her and said, "Mrs. Liu is a little restless. Although the master looks vulgar, he is a hero who knows the general. Look, the young master has been wrapped by him with his body-protecting true energy!"

Miss Liu looked at it carefully and found that there was a faint flame on her son's body. Then she felt relieved and fell completely on the soft couch, feeling that she had no strength left on her body.

"Good son, why is it so noisy? I don't stop having a baby!"

An old man with skin and bones with a skinny bone height than Mengchang Gong walked in from outside with a piece of tiger skin and a white bone stick. He grabbed the baby from Mengchang Gong's hand, reached out to touch his little **, grinned and laughed, "The bird is not small, it is not small, it is the seed of our old Meng family. The genealogy is called, and grandpa will name you!"

The skinny old man's eyes emitted a green light, and the white bones and sticks in his hand flew into the air. A dark gap suddenly cracked at the beam of the stone house. In the gap, lightning and thunder were whizzing. It seemed that countless eyes were peeping at something. The old man pointed his toes and jumped up more than five meters high, stretched out his arms like a sliver, and withdrew a unique classic from the gap, took it to the baby, and opened and closed his lips and repeated: "Flip, flip!"

He stared at the booklet with four big words "Xinhua Dictionary" written on the old man's skin. His heart was turbulent and he could no longer calm down. Although he couldn't remember who he was, he felt very close to the four words "Xinhua Dictionary". It seemed that his identity must be related to this "Xinhua Dictionary".

Mr. Mengchang looked at the old man’s actions and smiled helplessly and said, “Dad, this family tree weighs thousands of pounds. When can I take it when my baby is just born?”

The old man patted his head and suddenly realized, "Oh oh oh, so that's it, so that's it, good son, you are still smart, grandson, grandpa flips through the genealogy, you just squeak the page you see, and when grandpa stops, he will name it whatever word you put on!"

The old man turned the dictionary, the baby rolled his eyes, and thought to himself, "What can I see if you turn so quickly?" But when he looked at the "Xinhua Dictionary", he felt that the speed of time had suddenly slowed down. Every word of the book was clearly imprinted in his mind. He didn't know that his eyes had turned into blue and red at this moment. His shape was very strange and his appearance was so scary. If he was placed in an ordinary family, he would be punished for it, and his parents were reincarnated as a fairy, soaked in a cesspool and suffocated to death.

However, both Mengchanggong and the mistress Liu were not ordinary people. When they saw their son's talent, they were not surprised but happy. They looked at each other. The power from the mistress Liu came from somewhere, so they forced themselves to sit up from the soft couch, waved to ask the wife to remove the screen, and stared at the "Xinhua Dictionary" in the thin old man's hand with his eyes blinked.

He controlled the speed of time as he pleased, either slow or fast, and he could choose it himself. He enjoyed this feeling, feeling that this matter more verified the fact that he was 100% a powerful person before. He was imaginative and desperately recalling the past, but he was always clueless. Gradually, he felt that his strength was greatly consumed. A baby was sweating profusely as he was. The Xinniwan Palace on his head was soft and slimming. Before the fuzz was full, sweat was flowing out. He said that he was weak and weak. This feeling was very bad. He screamed, closed his eyes and whispered, and his small breasts were panting.

The old man heard the cry of his grandson and quickly stopped turning the page. He saw that the word "六文" was written on page 25163 of the "Xinhua Dictionary". The comment below said: "From the dog, the sound of the snail, and according to the oracle bone inscription, it means that birds are catching in hand, and the original meaning is to hunt monsters and beasts.

Mengchanggong laughed: "Menghuo, Menghuo, my daughter is called Mengjie and her son is called Menghuo. Is this God's will?"

Ten thousand years ago, demons from all directions came to the world, and there was a tide gate along the southeast coast. There was a water race controlled by the sea, cholera, and the northeast forest and snow field had a gate of heaven. Elf flew out of it. If there were no special skills or special treasures, no matter how powerful a master was, he would have to die. However, the gate of divine punishment in the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest, a Thunder Emperor killed all directions. No matter whether foreign races or humans, he had to respect him. If he had a little disobedience, he would inevitably cause a disaster. Of course, the Thunder Emperor was only interested in masters and never killed an innocent citizen in his life. This is not to say that he was kind-hearted, but to be arrogant and felt that crushing those ants was meaningless and wasted time.

Ten thousand years ago, the heroes of China and China emerged together. The leaders of all sects in the temple and the world were all possessed with unique skills. The Thunder Emperor went to Kunlun Mountain alone and killed He Taichong and He Zudao in the blink of an eye. Then he went to the Guangmingding to defeat the Ming Cult. The Light left envoy Guangming right envoy, the Five Elements Flag Master, the Five Scattered People, and the Great Master Yang, the Yang Dingtian, who was above the Blue Sky, was not the opponent of the Thunder Emperor. He only persisted for less than half an hour and was killed by him. The reincarnation and the reincarnation erased the memory and was no different from ordinary people.

In the southwest, a door of white bones fell from the 100,000 mountains. A huge fat man with a height of 100,000 feet came out of the door of ​​the door of ​​the King of Moving. The King of Moving was stinky all over his body. He was so stinky that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so scared that he was so angry that he was so scared that he was so angry that he was so scared that he was so angry that he was so scared that he was so scared that he was his loyal lackey. Originally, the door of Bone only teleported out the King of Moving.

The demons are the most powerful and the best character to deal with. However, gradually, more and more ordinary humans are infected by the stench of the Immortal King, becoming barbarians whose bones are exposed outside their skin and are almost invulnerable to physical attacks. The demons in the 100,000 mountains are becoming more and more powerful. They use the Bone Gate as the center and dug out a deep canyon, known as the Bone Burying Land. In the center of the Bone Burying Land, the demons entrenched in Wanjie City, are one of the top Immortal Kings in the world.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a hero named Meng Huo in the southwest. He led a vine armored soldier who was also invulnerable to the sword and gun to fight bravely with the barbarians. The blood stained the entire Jiuli land red. He always protected the soil of Yizhou, firmly defended the dignity of mankind, curbed the invasion of barbarian forces, set an example for the heroes of the world, and found peace for the people of the world. Unfortunately, Meng Huo was greedy for merit and made a rash progress. He led his wife Zhurong to lead eight thousand personal guards deep behind the enemy, and fought all the way to the bones.

The land was in Wanjie City and the battle with the King of Modification was head-on. The result was obvious. The Barbarian King Meng Huo and Mrs. Zhurong were chopped into dumplings by the King of Modification. The two generals under him, Mulu King and Wutugu, led less than 40 defeated generals to break through the encirclement. After returning to Yizhou, they established the Waste Fire Sect where Mengchang Gong was located and the Chihuo Sect where the mistress of the Liu surname was located. On the surface, they worshiped Chiyou, but in fact, the statue of Chiyou was carved in the appearance of Meng Huo.

The skinny old man laughed strangely, looked Meng Huo up and down and said, "Today is the day when the Barbarian King was born. I, Meng Duan, lived a confused life all my life. I have no great achievements. The only thing worthy of praise is to give birth to a good son. I never thought, I could see a grandson named Meng Huo on the day the Barbarian King was born!"

Meng Duan bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang three times with the beast bone in his hand, handing Meng Huo to Meng Chang, dancing with his hands and feet, and at the same time, he spit out strange syllables. The people of the wildfire clan around him jumped and sang songs happily as Meng Duan danced to celebrate the birth of Meng Huo.

This stone house has no windows or doors, just a few pillars facing the ceiling and the floor. The more people there were gathering outside the door, the two young men carried a mouthful of muffled sounds and came to the house, and kowtowed to Mengchang Gong, "Lord, I have lived up to my will. I have already grabbed Zhuma and Bingchan and made soup for the little master!"

When Mengchanggong heard this, he laughed and pulled two people up with one hand: "Golden rings and silver rings, thank you for your hard work this time. You brothers will go to the backyard to get 200 kilograms of rice. Get up now, let me add a fire to this pot of soup!"

Poor Meng Huo was handed to his father by his grandfather, but in order to receive his subordinates, his father actually pulled two of them one by one. He naturally lost his support and fell to the ground, bounced up and fell again and again. A small head swollen from his big head, opened his mouth to scream, but it turned into a cry. A loud cry echoed in the stone house. The mistress of Liu screamed and didn't care about postpartum exhaustion, so she ran towards him. The three healthy women wanted to stop her, but she kicked her one by one.

When the old man Meng Duan, who was dancing, saw his grandson falling to the ground, he quickly beat his son up and shouted loudly: "Idiot, why are you so careless! How can you kneel for Jinhuan and Yinhuan for two more days? Who can afford to break my grandson if you break it!"

Jinhuan and Yinhuan were also stunned, thinking that the lord was too nervous, so it was just normal. This son was born, and he could not withstand such a blow. Mengchang smiled embarrassedly, picked up Meng Huo at his waist, handed it to the mistress of Liu, and ignored her punches and kicks him, explaining to his father: "Don't blame me for being stupid, this is all genetic problems."

With both hands, a fire wrapped around the golden ring and silver ring, the big pot brought by the golden ring was burning. The sound of the pot immediately came from the pot like a poisonous snake spitting a letter and the toad croaking like a cow's roar. The ice toad and the red clams were both poisons placed in Jiuli. Add some medicinal materials to make them into a pot of soup and serve them for the newborn to drink. It can make the newborn immune to most poisons. It is no exaggeration to say that all poisons are not invaded. Moreover, practicing toxic-related skills in the future can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Chapter completed!