Chapter 1 The Half-Demon Zongshou

"Probably has really crossed—"

In the luxuriously and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror in front of him expressionlessly.

The image in the mirror is clearly an underage boy. About thirteen years old, with a pale complexion, but the facial features are rare and elegant, exquisite and exquisite.

A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, bright and colorful. But at the moment, inside, there is some bitterness and helplessness.

I remember that not long ago, I was clearly an extremely ordinary public face, the kind that I would never find out among the crowd. Serving as an administrator in the library of a small country in the cloud world, eating and waiting to die, his status is nothing more than ordinary.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up from this dream, his body was replaced by such a handsome man. Although a little sickly and weak, he is undoubtedly a first-class handsome. Even in the previous life, those top male stars who were famous for their handsomeness were far from being able to match. If there is anything missing, it is only temperament.

It's just that at this moment, Zong Shou didn't feel the slightest joy, on the contrary, he just felt sad and bewildered.

It seems that a fish that was originally free and roaming in the sea suddenly came to the ground.

Everything around me, apart from the suffocation of the deadly strangeness, and the surprise, there is also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again, and immediately felt a burst of pain. Naturally, I didn't find any traces of plastic surgery on my face.

"—I feel pain, so I shouldn't be dreaming? But what is my identity now? And where is this ghost place?"

'Zong Shou' is the name in the memory of his current body. In his previous life, he had another name, but in this situation, it was meaningless to him.

Whispering a few words to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away. His chest was full of despair, and he had completely given up on returning or 'waking up from a dream'.

In fact, it has been several days since he changed this body. Almost every time I wake up from sleep, I will repeat the action just now. And today is already the seventh day.

Looking at the decoration style in this carriage, it seems to be in ancient times, but it is specious.

Open the curtains again, and outside, there is a large expanse of wilderness, endless and green, which makes people feel at ease. The air is also fresh and refreshing, without any turbidity from his era.

And if you look down, you can find that the carriage, although it has wheels, is suspended in mid-air, three feet above the ground. The sixteen horned wildebeests in front of them also walked in the air, and they were even more able to heave up and down.

Therefore, although the body of this car is huge, the carriage alone has a full forty square meters, but no matter what kind of complicated terrain, it can walk on flat ground.

And at the moment, there is no one driving in front of it, and it is rushing forward straight all the way, galloping into the distance.

On both sides of the carriage, those knife marks and sword wounds are also extremely concerning.

Zong Shou felt dizzy for a while, and sat slumped on the soft couch covered with velvet cushions.

The horse is a domesticated beast, and the cart is a cloud-turning cart. But as far as he knows, these two things only appeared in the cloud world 12,000 years ago, so they should be antiques from a long time ago.

Then with a thought, a series of memory images floated in his mind.

It's all broken and incomplete. There are many words in it, and there are many faces. Sometimes he is practicing martial arts, and sometimes he is studying. I have seen life and death fights, and I have also witnessed people flying into the sky and fleeing from the ground. What's more, there is a towering giant mountain that pierces into the sky, and an unbelievably large academy that occupies most of the island in the lake.

It feels strange, familiar, and vaguely fearful. This kind of mood is really complicated and weird.

Finally, it is the deepest part of the brain, the only memory that is still well preserved. There are countless mysterious characters combined in one place to form a complete book.

He is extremely familiar with these words, and it can even be said that he knows them well. When I was still a student, I did a lot of research and even published a special paper.

"Wu Ding Ling Huang Jue, and this demon text. Could it be that this place was really an era when martial arts masters ruled the roost more than ten thousand years ago? There should be no mistakes in these characteristics in memory—"

Thinking of the thoughts and various spiritual powers that the spiritual masters displayed every day in the academy in the fragmented memory. The corners of Zong Shou's lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of bewilderment.

It's not like he hasn't seen a similar scene before, but it's in the game.

In later generations, private fights are prohibited in the cloud world, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth is low, so only some special areas called "sacred places" are stronger. The study of martial arts began to decline, and with the emergence of various machines, technology flourished.

However, the people of the cloud realm, after all, passed down their ancestors to fight against the heaven and the earth, and cultivated the factors of self-improvement, bravery and ruthlessness.

Unable to practice martial arts normally, he can only seek solace in the virtual game world.

The most famous of them is a virtual holographic online game called "God Emperor". It is said that all contemporary and surviving martial arts masters, as well as hundreds of historians, were invited. It fully reproduces the era of heroes born 13,000 years ago, before the god emperor came to the world. Martial arts and meditation practice, basic necessities of life, everything is close to reality.

By the way, I remember that in his previous life, his last consciousness was in the "God Emperor" game.

The seven emperors of the cloud world are fighting for the top. One person with one sword, fighting alone. But at the last moment, a sudden electric current passed through his body, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had changed his body. Everything in front of me is no longer the familiar world.

So at this moment, am I in the game, or in the real era of 13,000 years ago?

Feeling dizzy again, Zong Shou simply let go of everything and stopped thinking about it.

In this compartment, there is nothing to do anyway. Zong Shou then took out a green steel sword about three feet long, and practiced swordsmanship in this fairly spacious compartment.

The footsteps shift forward and backward, matching the figure, so that the sword light shines in this small carriage.

Just like in his previous life, every sword style and every step was so precise that it was almost perfect.

However, after only practicing this basic swordsmanship for half an hour, Zong Shou was already out of breath, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.

And that figure of sword light is unavoidably slightly out of shape. Only by relying on his innate belief of not admitting defeat, he has been holding on, so that he did not collapse on the ground.

Until the remaining strength in the whole body is completely exhausted. Only then did Zong Shou stop Jian Guang, and sat on the couch out of breath.

When the extremely focused attention was finally distracted. Immediately, you can feel pain in your muscles and bones, limbs, lungs, and all parts, like moxibustion with flames.

This move is by no means just idle boredom, but pure anxiety. This world, as well as his own situation, all made him feel a sense of crisis and urgency. Can't wait, if you want to gain some strength, you must at least have some ability to save your life.

For that game in his previous life, he practiced and researched all the basics of warriors to the level of a master. In the entire cloud world, there are only a thousand people who have achieved this.

The sword principles and changes in it have all been mastered. All he needs to do at this moment is to let this body, firmly remember, become his own instinct.

It's just that my own body is too unbearable. It's just an ordinary level of practice, but it only lasts until the time of a cup of tea, and the physical strength is not even half of that of ordinary people.

What is even more frustrating is that the basic internal strength cannot be cultivated at all.

It's not that Zong Shou's body is really weak. In fact, when it comes to strength, flexibility, agility, etc., he can even surpass ordinary people. Even the bone and the five elements should belong to first-class geniuses. It's just that his physical strength is surprisingly weak for some unknown reason.

However, Zong Shou has already got some clues during these seven days of exploration. It should be due to the blood in his body, as a half-demon, half-human-fox, that's why he has such a handsome face. Also caused such a weak constitution.

And if nothing unexpected, no matter whether it is from his father's family or his mother's family, they should all come from extraordinary backgrounds.

"I don't know the characteristics of this human bloodline. But this monster bloodline is clearly the seven-tailed sky fox. In the entire cloud world, there are probably no more than a hundred people with this bloodline! If one side can overwhelm the other, that's all. , but they are at loggerheads. In this cloud world, no matter what era, almost everyone learns martial arts. Even a minor boy can often get through the same vein. The humble people can often have good martial arts skills. Learn. With a body like mine, without any internal strength, without the power to restrain a chicken, it is really rare—”

Lying on the soft couch, the thoughts in Zong Shou's mind that he forcibly suppressed came back again and again.

In his mind, almost subconsciously, he remembered that mysterious and demonic text deep in his memory.

The Wuding Linghuang Jue in my memory is also equipped with a set of Wuding Killing Fist and a set of Changing the Wind and Cloud, all of which can be called unique martial arts techniques.

Zong Shou always felt that he had heard of the word 'Wu Ding Ling Huang', but he couldn't figure out where it came from.

"The top-notch unique learning is actually paired with another set of boxing skills and a set of body skills. With two high-level bloodlines, this status is by no means an ordinary person. I am afraid that he is really a noble in the cloud world. Could it be that this sect guard is a child of an aristocratic family? The family name? I was born in the extinct Tianhu clan? This name, for some reason, is somewhat familiar. By the way, there are also those two servants—"

Thinking of the two who walked together for the past seven days but left temporarily at this moment, Zong Shou couldn't help feeling dizzy again.

With the extraordinaryness of those two people, I am afraid that the status of 'myself' is far beyond his imagination.

Think about the world in the game again and become a reality. Zong Shou found it even more inconceivable that he himself was among them.

Just when he was having a headache, there was a whistling sound outside the carriage. Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked out the window.

I saw a woman in a colorful dress flying towards me. Even though he was walking, his galloping speed was actually better than those sixteen wildebeest horses. And those slender hands were holding a huge beast carcass!

Seeing Zong Shou in the car approaching, the woman immediately raised her head and smiled sweetly. She has a beautiful appearance, picturesque eyebrows, and a pair of extremely cute white cat ears on both sides behind her ears. It was Su Chuxue, one of his two servants after waking up in this world.

And behind him, followed by a big man. It is the driver of this car, named Yin Yang, who is nine feet tall, with muscles all over his body, as if made of steel.

The momentum is majestic and majestic, the feet are not in a hurry, but with each step, you can reach several feet away. On the square face, it was as calm as water, revealing a worried expression.