Yellowed walls in white, simple rooms, wooden desks with mottled paint marks on the surface.

"Crack ~"

A young man who looked twenty-five or six years old, with thick glasses on his face, and his fingers were quickly typing on the keyboard.

On the screen in front of you, lines of text appeared.

"To sum up, Xiao..."

The computer screen shook for a while, and the young man in glasses found that he could not enter text by typing on the keyboard.

"It's dead? No! Restart."

However, the young man with glasses fiddled with the computer, but it was useless at all.

Suddenly, cold sweat appeared on his face.

"The power supply is unplugged, why is there still light on the screen?"

"Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to be truly alive?"

The letters YES and NO are directly suspended in the air, and the young eyes are straight!

Young man with glasses: "Don't bully, I've read a lot, no, which god is crazy about reading novels!"

"Of course I chose NO. Although I live a normal life now, I have to pay the car loan for five years and the mortgage loan for thirty years. I usually have to save some pork, but it is much better than the day when I am in danger."

The young eyes seem to be decisive and extend his fingers to NO.

However, his finger stopped before NO.

It was a pity that I slipped my fingers and clicked on YES.

The young man with a calm and gentle personality at most venting his eyes online, and his eyes flashed with crazy expressions.

"I've had enough of this kind of day."

"669 is a blessing for P! The money you earn in a month is less than 500 freely."

"It seems to be hard work but there is no appreciation potential at all."

"Every day, I vent my resentment accumulated from work online and pollute the environment!"

"I would rather fight for my life, life and death are based on the name, and wealth and honor are in heaven!"

"When I become a strong man in the infinite world, all capitalists will hang street lights!"

"Swish"

The young man with glasses disappeared into his house.

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The wind is extremely lonely.

Blowing in this sea of ​​sand, a sandstorm rolled up.

In this sea of ​​sand, sandstorms are the second most dangerous.

Large sandstorms hit rocks and would smash ordinary rocks within ten breaths.

Not to mention ordinary acquired martial artists, even innate masters will die in sandstorms.

But in fact, the caravans that can walk through the sea of ​​sand will at least invite a Zifu monk to take charge.

A monk from the Purple Palace used his spells to hold a small caravan, provided that he did not encounter the greatest danger in the sea of ​​sand - the monster.

"call out!"

A strong middle-aged man, his muscles were bulging, and he held a divine bow with thunder gold as the bow and monster tendons as the strings, and shot out an arrow.

The arrow made a sharp roar, directly shattering a monster with a donkey-headed wolf-body body three miles away.

Even the rest of his strength did not diminish, he tore apart a rugged beast again.

However, the small caravan that surrounded their small caravan was a group of more than 500 beasts.

Any wild beast is equivalent to a acquired and perfect human warrior, and more than thirty of them have innate levels.

Such a huge group of beasts, even the monks and priests in the caravan dare not fight head-on.

In addition to the offerings, there are no more than one hundred men who can fight with weapons in the entire caravan.

There are only ten masters who have reached the innate level, including him.

The battle was fierce.

With the magic assistance of the monks of the Purple Palace, they rely on various shelters to protect themselves.

The middle-aged man, "Lei Liangping", first shot out the thirty arrows he carried with him made of thunder gold and monster bones, and killed five innate beasts, and then pulled out two swords to fight.

Great sacrifice.

After half of the guards in the caravan were killed and injured, the group of wild beasts could not bear the killing and left in all directions under the roar of the head beast.

That night, by the bonfire, the middle-aged "Lei Liangping" sat cross-legged, took off the gourd at his waist, and took a sip.

"Gulugulu!"

If it is a purely mundane world, and doing business in the desert, water sources are a difficult problem.

However, there are also cultivators in this world. The monks of the Purple Palace used a spell to induce some water flow, which is enough to supply the entire caravan.

Of course, there is no need to mix wine in the water to prevent odor.

In the dry desert, nothing tastes better than clear water.

Drinking water with a lot of sleep, a feeling of sleepiness surges.

He, Lei Liangping, is a descendant of a family of cultivation.

The gods and demons have achieved success in refining their bodies. The young man left home and walked around and wandered around.

However, after suffering all the hardships, he became a congenital god and demon.

"If I do it again, maybe I will stay at home and practice step by step, and maybe I can become a purple mansion."

"I went out and went through countless dangers, but I still didn't get any chance."

"When this time is over, let's return to your hometown with the wealth you have earned."

"Buy a wife, give birth to a few babies, and raise them well."

"Hey, why do I have words in front of me? Can I get drunk even if I drink water?"

"Opportunity? Do you want it, of course!"

"Life and death crisis? Joke, I am a guard of this caravan, so why have I never had life and death fighting?"

“Wouldn’t it be stupid if you don’t join if you have a great opportunity?”

"Swoosh!"

The moonlight in the sky disappeared, replaced by a rising sun.

The wet sea breeze blew on his face.

“???”

Lei Pingliang blinked, where is he?

I was not still in the sea of ​​sand just now.

Why now--in-the real ocean?

He has been a long-term adventure and is a truly knowledgeable innate master.

I have seen the sea.

But, alone, sitting on a raft - this is something he has never experienced before!

A wave hit and the raft flipped over.

However, Lei Pingliang did not put in much effort and climbed onto the raft that had been overturned.

"Crazy~"

In his surprised gaze, the sea water hangs in the air, forming several lines of text.

"Complete the task, obtain the merits of reincarnation, and exchange it for Dharma books!"

"Let me see what mission, and you can get one hundred ordinary reincarnation merits when you arrive on an island five hundred miles east of this place within three days."

"The mission failed, it was actually erased?!"

Lei Pingliang frowned, made a paddle with his hands, and began to slide.

It is not difficult for a innate master to run a thousand miles a day on the ground.

But by relying on a raft, he had three thousand and five hundred miles across? He was really not sure!

As for the words that gathered by sea water, are true or false? At least those who can do this can easily kill him, and he has no choice at all.

In the green forest, the bandits licked blood from the knife and killed people like numb. They wanted to wash their hands, but were surrounded and killed by enemies.

He failed many tests and failed the scholar, stayed overnight in the desert, surrounded by demons.

An elderly person is dying and is obsessed with music all his life, has made great achievements, and has recruited disciples. However, when the deadline is approaching, no one will die.

...

The first batch of people who entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation Plan were 108,000.

Among them, 60,000 were selected by Li Ming himself, and the other 48,000 places were handed over to other powerful people.

There are more than 18,000 people, and more than 100,000, all ordinary or acquired martial artists.

The innate one is no more than ten thousand.
Chapter completed!