Chapter 558: A place outside
A place outside.
Pa!
A whip dipped in water whipped on his body, and it hurts so much.
‘Dare you hit me? ’
Fang Xing had just woken up from ignorance and subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of the law.
But my heart suddenly became cold.
‘The power of the law did not respond. Is this a world similar to the master? The body possessed by my soul has decayed blood and is weak...too weak...''
He grinned and looked around and saw several ragged young girls, some of whom had gloating smiles on their lips, and of course, more fear.
In front of him, an oriental man in a blood-colored robe dressed similar to that of ancient times was holding a whip in his hand and looked over viciously: "You ''paper slaves'' remember that every other month, you must hand in ten ''blood paper''s pieces. If one is missing, it is a whip... If more than five are missing, hehe, you don''t have to live anymore."
‘This original body is a bit miserable…it seems like a slave? ’
‘The task must be completed. Now there is a vacancy and is being punished? ’
Fang Xing''s heart moved: "Not right...Where is my deity? ’
Boom!
At this moment, a series of memories emerged, making his eyes dark and he fainted.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a small wooden house.
The wooden house is built with fences, with air leaking from all sides, and straw laid underneath it.
Next to it, there seemed to be someone cutting their own clothes.
Well, this mission was missing three pieces of "blood paper", and the boy ate the whip three times, and three blood marks appeared on his back.
The key is that the fabric fibers are mixed with flesh and blood, which is very difficult to deal with.
Cut the clothes open directly, which is a little easier.
As soon as his eyes moved, he saw a girl.
The other party was wearing a blue cloth skirt, with a full chest, peach cheeks and almond eyes, and a little romantic mole on the corner of his mouth, which looked a little older than his actual age.
A series of memories emerged, making him know the name of the girl in front of him: "Taohong, thank you..."
"Hmph, this is the treasured golden sore medicine in my family... not much left."
Taohong''s hands were straightforward and her mouth was faster: "You remember that I saved you this time and gave you medicine. I will give me two pieces of ''blood paper'' next time..."
"Two pictures are only two. Can you give me some water..."
Fang Xing felt that his lips were dry and almost torn, and his throat was burning.
The examples of the time travel over the years seem to be no worse than this time.
"Yo...Why do you feel like you''ve been whipped a few times? It''s much more enjoyable than before..."
Taohong smiled, stood up, and soon took a pottery bowl that had been missing and placed in front of Fang Xing: "Young Master Fang, enjoy it well... I''m leaving!"
The wooden door closed with a bang.
Fang Xing slowly drank water, grinning at every move, and then closed his eyes silently to recall the original memory he had just obtained.
‘The place outside the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty…’
‘This body is also called ‘Fang Xing’. She was born in a poor family. Later, she suffered a major disaster and was kidnapped as a slave by the demon of the Blood Shadow Sect…’
‘This is a place outside, with immortals riding on the wind and swords and evil demons. Further north is the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, a place that countless ordinary people yearn for…’
"The place outside is in chaos, and it is ruled by the ten major sects of good and evil... There are also monks who can practice here, but the means are different."
"The righteous sect can draw talismans, refine flying swords, refine prayers, and alchemy... The evil sect is good at driving corpses, shadow puppets, origami, and asking for gods..."
"Whether good or evil is the target of the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, or if he can''t make it through the Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, he came to this place to establish a sect..."
"The original family was ruled by the evil sect ‘Blood Shadow Sect’ and lived a life worse than death. This time it seemed that it was because the tax was not paid in time or something, and many people were demoted to slaves..."
"Actually, it''s okay to be a slave. If it''s the corpse-driven sect, then you will all be refined into zombies..."
"In the Blood Shadow Sect, there are paper slaves, medicine men, beast slaves, etc.... The mortality rate is very high, and the original body has been supported for a long time. At this time, it is already the lonely star of Tiansha. My family is dead, and I will not be able to live long... Then I was reborn by my own soul?"
After clarifying the whole story, Fang Xing''s expression became very solemn: "If this continues, I will die soon... Unless you can successfully practice and become a member of the Blood Shadow Sect..."
When I was just captured, the Blood Shadow Sect took a test and issued an introductory technique, and then I did nothing in my original body.
Fang Xing silently recalled: "Well, in this world, to get started with practice, it seems that it also requires a certain physical ''genius''. First, you can sense a certain special breath, and then you can absorb and practice... enter the ''Qi Realm'', and then lay the foundation of Tao, which is to ''Nine Levels of Him and Dao Foundation''..."
"The original body can''t even pass the first level, as for me?"
Fang Xing sensed himself and couldn''t help but shake his head: "It seems like it''s almost the same... I''m really going to die this time."
Although his original body is only sixteen years old, he has been a "paper slave" for more than half a year.
The so-called "blood paper" requires the supply of one''s own essence and blood to achieve success. Every time one is made, it consumes a lot of life.
Therefore, the official disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect never do this, they just let paper slaves do it.
This is also why Fang Xing saw that all these paper slaves had a decline in their qi and blood, and seemed to be unable to survive twenty-five.
"My true immortal body was destroyed, with only a trace of soul imprint, so weak that it was extremely weak... I also could not sense the strange aura in the void..."
Suddenly.
Fang Xing''s expression changed.
It is one thing to find that you cannot practice, and another thing is very important: "I am just a clone, where is my body? Where is my body that big?"
If the clone of immortal cultivation is destroyed, it will be destroyed, but if the original body is destroyed, the problem will be big.
"I can sense... I am indeed in this big world, but my state is very strange, and I seem to be in a deep sleep. Could it be... the reason for suppressing the transcendent inheritance?"
"It seems that my immortal cultivator cannot die easily... Otherwise, I will not be able to awaken my original body, and it will be very troublesome in the future..."
"Strength, I need to gain strength as soon as possible!"
It is not the Taoist lord of the fourteenth realm, but it is such an embarrassment.
The great way is eternal, and the laws will vary from world to world. When you reach a world where the laws are fluctuating, you will be blinded.
…
After a few hours of rest, Fang Xing walked out of his wooden house.
As far as you see, it is a mist-covered valley.
There are hundreds of wooden houses scattered around, which look like they are broken.
There is another river passing by. The river is not clear, but it has a little stench.
Because there is a magnificent building built above the river, it is the "paper making workshop".
"Blood paper is a necessary item for the monks of the Blood Shadow Sect to practice the "original paper technique". They use various tree bark and coarse hemp as raw materials... After nineteen procedures such as beating, precipitation, and bleaching, they finally become a pool of "raw pulp"... The work of a paper slave is to use the "paper-making net" to remove the paper and dry it... In this process, you need to feed your own essence and blood to make the finished ''blood paper''..."
"According to this body, this magic technique is too depleted of vitality, and it will consume nearly ten years of life in one month..."
"I have been here for more than half a year, and I couldn''t complete the last mission... I''ve obviously reached the ranks of being eliminated..."
Gugu!
Just as Fang Xing pondered, his stomach started to scream in a bad mood.
"What a feeling of hunger? How long hasn''t it been?"
"Even if the strong will is, without strong physical support, it will gradually degenerate..."
"The body of a mortal is really a burden, but it cannot be abandoned. It has to be worshipped with exquisite food, warm clothing, and comfortable environment to avoid it from getting sick or going on strike..."
Fang Xing sighed faintly and looked at the dining hall.
In order to support them, the Blood Shadow Sect will serve at least three meals.
But he looked up again and found that it was already night and could only see the stars.
Obviously, it is impossible for the old men in the canteen to wait until now.
He walked a few steps and heard the sound of a man''s low breath from the nearby wooden house, and the sobs of a woman.
"Okay, it seems that it''s not convenient for everyone, so it''s better to be self-reliant..."
Fang Xing observed that this valley area was very large.
He came to the river, frowned slightly, and looked at the papermaking workshop.
I walked a distance and came to the upstream of the papermaking workshop.
The river here is much clearer, and the bottom of the river is slim, as if there are fish.
Fang Xing held a sharp branch and waited quietly.
Plop!
Suddenly, his eyes froze and he stabbed the wooden stick into the water!
When he took action, he sighed in his heart: "I made a mistake... This body is really bad... The back injury also affects the force."
Sure enough, the wooden stick stabbed into the water and stabbed nothing, but instead scared a fish away.
"There are monks guarding the valley entrance, and there may be formations and other forms..."
"If you want to leave, you may consider it at the bottom of the river? But the time for mortals to hold their breath is a problem..."
Fang Xing came to another place and his vision was aimlessly cruising.
Suddenly!
Plop!
His wooden stick pierced into the water and stabbed a black-backed carp.
Pai!
The carp fell to the ground, but did not die for a while, and was still swaying.
Fang Xing stepped forward, picked up a stone, and randomly smashed the spot between the two fish eyes.
This is where the fish brain is smashed, and the fish stops moving.
“You can make grilled fish later…”
"The strong prey on the weak is also the way of nature..."
Just as Fang Xing was feeling, boom!
In front of him, the phantom with a black golden pattern broken horn appeared, and then turned into data streams:
[Name: Fang Xing]
【Age: 16/25】
[Discover occupation: Druid! Do you take office? whether? 】
…
"This is...a property panel? No...I''m just a clone and can''t manipulate the property panel. It''s just a brand new power that is shown in the way that I''m most familiar with..."
"Is this actually a transcendent inheritance? After I suppressed that inheritance, I passed on the part I could understand... And through the inauguration of the druid, constantly upgrading is the process of constantly digesting this inheritance?"
Fang Xing instantly understood the causes and consequences, and glanced at the age again: "Is this body 16 years old, can only live to 25 years old? Sure enough, he has lost a lot of essence and blood, and his life is much short of life..."
"I need strength now, take the job!"
(This chapter ends)