Wu Bei asked: "Who are you?"
"I am the will of this world, you can call me 'Demon Sky'."
Wu Bei: "How did I become someone else?"
Mo Tian: "In this world, every role is fixed. You are an outsider, and outsiders can only resurrect the corpse and live with their existing identities."
Wu Bei: "You said, my goal is to survive?"
"Yes. Your cultivation and strength are consistent with your current status. If you lose the ability to protect yourself, you may die at any time."
Wu Bei: "Is this the reconstruction of power?"
Motian: "It can be understood this way. Here, you will have the opportunity to realize the most powerful power in the universe. Of course, you are more likely to die."
"Motian, what is the purpose of your communication with me? Is it to help me become stronger?"
Motian: "I need you to master my power, and then carry it forward so that more people know this power. Not every monk who enters the evil realm has the opportunity to receive guidance. At this moment, you are eligible to receive
There are only one hundred and three monks who guide you, and you are one of them." ??
Wu Bei sighed: "If I had known this, I might not have come."
"You won't regret it, try to live." Motian said.
After a while, a woman in her 28s, with a dignified and charming appearance walked in. When she saw Wu Bei sitting up, she was startled for a moment, and then rushed over to hug him.
"Sanlang, it's good that you're not dead! Woo hoo..."
In the memory Wu Bei gained, there was this woman. She was Yang Ziming's newly married wife. She was only sixteen years old, and her name was Xiang Lizhen.
But Yang Ziming didn't know what he was doing and had no interest in this wife. Instead, he coveted his sister-in-law. As a result, he was discovered while peeping at his sister-in-law taking a bath, and was beaten to death by his brother.
Wu Bei searched his memory and found that things didn't seem that simple. That day, Yang Ziming went to find Yang Zixiang and entered his eldest brother's room. It happened that his sister-in-law was taking a shower, so he couldn't help but take a peek. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two glances, Yang Zixiang...
He rushed in and punched and kicked him.
Yang Ziming was actually dead, and Wu Bei turned into him and appeared here as Yang Ziming.
He comforted: "Madam, I'm fine, please don't cry anymore."
Wu Bei's voice was somewhat gentle, and the woman felt warm in her heart. Ever since she married into the Yang family, her husband had never spoken to her so tenderly.
Wu Bei jumped out of the coffin. As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt that his feet were weak. This Young Master Yang had a shallow foundation and no cultivation. He was a loser at all.
Xiang Lizhen supported him and said: "Sanlang, you are recovering well. You have just come back from the dead, and your body is still weak."
Wu Bei asked: "Where is daddy?"
The old man of the Yang family, named Yang Daomin, is one of the seven elders in the city. The seven elders refer to the seven people with the highest cultivation level and the most seniority in the city. They are responsible for managing the entire city.
As the seventh elder, Yang Daomin naturally has a lot of power and a lot of property. His eldest son and second son are also more up-to-date. Only the third son, Yang Ziming, has no knowledge, no skills, no cultivation, no business, only eating, drinking and having fun.
So proficient.
Xiang Lizhen: "My father-in-law is meeting distinguished guests in the front yard. I have already sent someone to notify him."
Wu Bei knew that his current situation was very dangerous. He had to change Yang Ziming's impression in everyone's mind, at least to make Yang Daomin think that he was a talent that could be created.
He closed his eyes
After receiving it for a while, he felt good. The Qinglong star power was still there, but it was scattered throughout the body and had not yet gathered together. As long as he gathered these powers together, he would be able to protect himself.
He said: "Madam, I was a little confused before. Although I had such a good lady, I didn't know how to cherish her. Now I have died once. During this time, you are the only one who is sad for my death."
Xiang Lizhen was surprised and happy, and said: "Sanlang, as long as you are fine, let the past things pass."
Xiang Lizhen is not the daughter of an ordinary family. Her father is also one of the seven elders in the city. If she gets on well with Xiang Lizhen, she may be able to get support from her cheap father-in-law.
"I'll go back to my room first," he said. "When people ask, just say that I'm still very weak and it's not convenient to see people."
Xiang Lizhen quickly agreed and helped him into the bedroom. The bedroom was very luxurious. Even if Yang Ziming was not welcome, he was the third young master after all and still had some status in this family. What's more, even if his father and brother didn't like him,
But the old lady loved him the most.
Yang Ziming's mother, named Yang Liu, was very affectionate with Yang Daomin. Because of this, Yang Ziming, who was unlearned and unskilled, had never been wronged since he was a child. He had everything his eldest brother and second brother had.
As soon as Wu Bei sat down, the old lady Yang Liushi arrived. She hugged her son and cried for a while, and then thanked God for a while.
After finally sending the old lady away, he sat down cross-legged and tried to gather the scattered Qinglong star power in his body.
It's just that his current situation is really not good. After working hard for a long time, he can only gather three rays of Azure Dragon Star Power and let it walk in the meridians.
Although it was only a weak force, its appearance made Wu Bei feel like he was reborn, and his weakness was swept away. He punched out and made a popping sound, which showed that his punch speed was fast enough.
At this time, Xiang Lizhen's knock came from outside: "Sanlang, it's time for lunch, are you hungry?"
Wu Bei touched his stomach. He felt very hungry indeed, so he said, "Well, bring me some food."
Not long after, Xiang Lizhen walked in with a food box. After opening it, there were six exquisite dishes and one soup. Wu Bei ate the food and found it tasted very good, and asked Xiang Lizhen to dine with him.
Just after finishing the meal, I saw two maids walking in and standing on both sides, and then a dignified middle-aged man walked in. He looked at his son with complicated eyes and said, "Ziming, how do you feel?"
The person who came was none other than Yang Daomin. In fact, he had known about his third son's resurrection from the dead early on, and it seemed that he had expected it.
Wu Bei quickly stood up and said, "Dad, I feel much better."
Yang Daomin asked again: "Then do you feel differently?"
Wu Bei's heart moved and he asked him: "Dad, what is this different feeling?"
Yang Daomin said: "That is, for example, you become smarter and have skills that you have never seen before appear in your mind. Do you have any of these situations?"
Wu Bei nodded: "That's true."
Yang Daomin was overjoyed: "Really? What kind of technique?"
Wu Beidao: "A set of sword techniques."
Yang Daomin immediately reached out and took off a sword hanging on the wall and said, "Come here, show me to dad!" After saying that, he threw the sword to Wu Bei.
Wu Bei took the sword in his hand and thrust it out. The surrounding air flow surged, and an awe-inspiring sword intent locked onto the opposite Yang Daomin. Yang Daomin's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously took a step back.
But then he showed a look of ecstasy and said, "That's right, you're enlightened!"
This chapter has been completed!