The moment the dragon drum suddenly sounded, Chu Tian woke up from his dream.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be a thick layer of paste, and he could not open his eyelids no matter how hard he tried.

In horror, Chu Tian stretched out his hands and grabbed the face hard. The movement of his arms became much more stagnant. Chu Tian felt that a thick layer of dead skin seemed to be covered with his arms. When his arm moved, the dead skin broke open and made a dull sound.

The fingertips touched a thick layer of scab on his face. Chu Tian grabbed it hard, and the thick layer of shell rose up and his eyelids quickly opened.

He rolled over and looked at him, and immediately frowned. He was covered with a layer of blood shell of soybeans, and the black blood shell mixed with a light red smell was scented, and there was a dirty stench that made Chu Tian faint.

With a casual touch of his chest, the small jade pillow that had been hanging on the silver chain on his chest for eighteen years was indeed like a dream. Chu Tian looked down at the silver chain on his chest with a little excitement. After a while of silence, he opened the back window and rushed out of the room.

He walked out of the house along the back door of the martial arts court and walked along the path of flooded plants to the riverside. Chu Tian stood carefully in the knee-high river water and cleaned the blood scabs on his body bit by bit.

The thick blood scab turned into a turbid sewage and merged into the river water, and disappeared after a few rolls.

At this time, Chu Tian was able to feel the changes in his body. He stood in the river, closed his eyes slightly, and felt an unprecedented sense of ease on his body.

It seemed that the porter who was carrying a heavy mountain climbing had left thousands of pounds of burden, it seemed that the bird in the shell had finally broken the thick eggshell, and it seemed that the seeds had finally broken the seed skin. A little green bud swayed in the breeze, feeling the sunshine and rain in the world.

Relaxation, freedom, freedom, joy, a kind of great joy from the heart and from every cell, full of great happiness. Chu Tian opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the entire Baipython River and stretched his body with all his might.

A stream of heat came from the Dantian and instantly flowed through all the meridians in the body.

Chu Tian was suddenly frightened. The heat in his dantian was all the cultivation level he had worked hard to achieve over the years. He ambushed the Hong Gu and used Hong Gu's measuring ruler to determine his cultivation level. He only had a standard Wuyuan cultivation level of eighty years.

In fact, Chu Tian’s true Wuyuan cultivation has reached 180 years, which is exactly the standard Wuyuan cultivation of the third Jiazi.

With the cultivation level of the Three Jiazi, the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve primordial meridians of Chutian were only half opened, and the infiltration of the nearby meridians of the side branches was even more invisible. When he practiced his skills every day, Wu Yuan passed by the eight extraordinary meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, and the twelve regular meridians, and the meridians of the side branches that had not been opened, and they would feel a great obscure or even tingling.

At this moment, Wu Yuan was born in the Dantian, like a hot spring flowing happily throughout the body, as he would like to do everything he wanted.

The meridians in Chu Tian's body were like spacious bright silver tunnels, and they were all open and unobstructed without any obstacles. Wu Yuan happily shuttled through these meridians. In just one fifth of an hour, he completed a complete transport of the Great Circle.

In the past, Chu Tian took a quarter of an hour to carry the incomplete Great Zhoutian.

A trace of cool air continued to penetrate into the body along the skin. As Wu Yuan flowed through the meridians all over the body, the cool air naturally merged into Wu Yuan. After three turns in the dantian, it turned into one's own cultivation and settled down.

This feeling is that compared to Chu Tian’s concentration on his practice after taking the “Leopard Fetal Pill”, the continuous accumulation of the leopard Fetal Pill’s medicinal power is only half slower.

"What is your origin!"

Chu Tian stood in the river with his naked body, and his fingers grabbed the silver chain on his chest.

The little jade pillow was gone, and the "Jiang Kui" in the dream also disappeared. As for the "I" mentioned by "Jiang Kui", Chu Tian even didn't know what kind of person he was.

‘I’ve personally refined the jade pillow and formulated such a harsh inheritance test. The nine generations of single-handedness and eighteen years of nightmares, the “Jiang Kui” in the dream should be said to be the incarnation of the jade pillow. He loyally fulfilled the test conditions set by ‘I’ and finally selected Chu Tian, ​​the lucky one.

No nonsense left, nor did he have any doubts about Chu Tian or interrogation. After leaving behind a inheritance of unknown origin, he disappeared like his own small pillow, leaving no clues of existence.

"You are not the inheritance of 'martial arts', but it has turned me into what Hu Dad said about the 'Tianwu Body'. The meridians of the whole body are unobstructed, and practice is twice the result with half the effort. This is just the effect you have attached. So, how earth-shaking the original inheritance you left behind is, and shining in the past and present?"

Chu Tian looked at the rolling white python river water, hesitated for a while, and suddenly smiled heartily, and his whole mind focused on his eyebrows.

In the boundless gray mist and in the circular space with a diameter of about a meter, a quaint gray-white stone lamp is quietly suspended in the middle.

The shape of the stone lamp is extremely simple. The lamp above is a shallow-bottomed round bowl the size of a palm, a cylinder as thick as a thumb, and a small round table base below. The entire lamp is one foot or two inches tall. A little bit in the middle of the lamp, which is smaller than mung beans, is burning quietly.

In the sky above the small mung bean-sized lights, thousands of thumb-sized dragon head, phoenix tail golden talisman god seals were quietly suspended.

These golden talisman gods, Chu Tian, ​​have never seen or heard of. Rather than saying that they are some kind of handwriting, they are some mysterious crystals of wisdom, some exquisite work of art, or a projection projected directly in the soul by some kind of trajectory of the great way.

Each golden talisman and magic seal is a vivid golden dragon head. The delicate and delicate dragon head is like a living creature, with longan eyes opening and closing, dragon whistling, and a trace of golden light and purple air spurting out from the dragon's mouth, which is amazing.

The last stroke of the Golden Talisman God's Seal is definitely one, two or three, and up to nine vermilion phoenix tails. The main color of the phoenix tail is vermilion red, and there are colorful lights lingering around the edges. Looking closely, each phoenix tail is like a living creature swaying gently, exuding a magical and simple atmosphere, which makes people unconsciously immersed in it.

The original body of the golden talisman divine seal between the dragon head and the phoenix tail is gold, and the red colors penetrate and merge with each other, and the divine lights of gold and red are shining brightly.

No matter how many strokes the original Golden Talisman God Seals are, they are not flat fonts, but three-dimensional characters with complex structures. The exquisite and beautiful Golden Talisman God Seals are quietly suspended in front of Chu Tian. Each Golden Talisman God Seal seems to hide a great mystery.
Chapter completed!