My Cultivation Has Deteriorated

Little South Mountain.

Looking at Meng Xia’s back figure drifting away, Xiang Yuankui asked, "Little ancestor, don’t you go to an appointment?"

Xiang Li shook his head, "I can find I’m very satisfied with Xiang Gong’s successor. I also know my strengths and weaknesses in the battle with Qiqin...Uncle Kui, after I go back, I’m going to go the Xiang Family life and death road!"

Xiang Yuankui turned pale in fright.

"The trial of life and death? Little ancestor, you are still too young. The second ancestor was only two years older than you, and only broke the road of life and death!"

, Which is the sword king Xiangsong.

Yan Mountain Xiang Clan One of the most innate talented men, one of the strongest pillars supporting Human Race, Yan Mountain Xiang Clan is always proud.

Xiang Song was two years older than Xiang Li before he went for it. One can imagine how dangerous this road of life and death is.

Xiang Li shook his head and looked at Meng Xia's distant back and said, "I am not Xiang Song, and Meng Xia is not Xiang Gu. If I want to renew the Legendary of "Xiang Clan Shuangqi", I have to be more cruel to myself!"

Xiang Yuankui thought and thought, but suddenly he was speechless.

Even Qiqin can be killed, regardless of whether Meng Xia uses crafty plots and machinations, but the innate talent is indeed terrifying.

If Xiaozu wants to win, he must work harder than he is now.

But the road to life and death is not a joke, it is completely a road made by bones.

In recent years, Yan Mountain Xiang Clan doesn't know how many young talents are buried here, and now it's even more talkative.

Xiang Li: "If I fail to pass the level, please take care of my mother!"

Xiang Yuankui: "Yes, I guarantee my life, as long as I Xiang Yuankui is still alive, It will absolutely protect your mother!"

Xiang Li smiled.

In an instant, the entire Heaven and Earth seems to have become brighter with this smile.

......

The foothills.

As soon as Meng Xia went down the mountain, he saw several people in mourning clothes punching and kicking a man.

The man was beaten with bloody nose and swollen face, but he never fought back.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, you guys kill me!"

"Bah!"

The woman vomited a heavy sputum on the man's head, "Kill you and my daughter will survive? Fuck, no one is qualified to visit my daughter's grave, but you don't!"

Another vent Later, the woman was pulled away by her family.

Several mourners shook their heads and sighed and left.

There are only ordinary men walking corpse here!

His name is Du Wenbin, and he was once the sixth seat in the ten eldest disciple of Martial Courtyard.

Meng Xia took a long look, turned his head and left.

This is a big hurdle in life. If Du Wenbin can't make it through, he will be useless in his life!

Meng Xia did not approach, nor did he go to fill the chicken soup.

Because of this knot, it cannot be resolved in a few words.

The most important thing is that Meng Xia is not qualified to forgive him on behalf of the victims.

......

Martial Courtyard "School District Room".

Meng Xia walked into a small courtyard and his steps became heavier and heavier.

After two dreams of Xiang Gu and Little Hui before and after, Meng Xia should be used to seeing life and death, but now his heart is still blocked.

Life is too fragile!

Even if it is a genius like Mei Yuanxi, if he is strangled, he will be strangled.

"Looking back now, the world outside is much more dangerous than Yang Mountain Fortress. I can live till now, maybe Monkey Mountain played a deterrent effect in the dark!"

"I must become stronger!"

Meng Xia's eyes became firm, and his obsession with becoming stronger became stronger.

After entering the room, Meng Xia closed the doors and windows, and then took out a treasure box from the storage compartment.

After some appraisal, it was confirmed that it was just an ordinary treasure box, and there was nothing left behind, and then Meng Xia chose to open it.

The treasure box is exquisitely crafted and only contains a thin booklet.

On the title page of the booklet, the words "Xingkong" are written in very beautiful lower case hairpins.

Xingkong Song, thinking of the formidable power of Mayfly Song, Meng Xia's heart suddenly became hot.

Opening the title page, I saw a line of beautiful characters.

"Saint Race despised Human Race, degraded War Clan, or Spirit Race, but the Master of Human Race watched the sky to awaken the people, War Clan War King removed the Bone Armor to make characters, and Spirit Race transformed the ancient tree into a spiritual emperor. With all spirits...How can my Saint Race be better than the ten thousand races?"

"Qin wished to look up at the stars, to temper the hostility of Saint Race, and to cultivate the grandeur of Saint Race. "

After reading the opening remarks of the star song written by Qiqin, Meng Xia was suddenly surprised.

This Qiqin is really a big ambition!

Especially this sentence looking up at the stars made Meng Xia think of the famous saying he saw in his previous life.

The German philosopher Hegel once said that a nation can only have hope if there are those who pay attention to the sky. If a nation only cares about what is at its feet, this nation has no future.

If Qiqin can really "raise the awe-inspiring Saint Race", she may indeed have a certain chance of becoming holy.

Meng Xia is speechless.

Is he killing a future Saint?

Meng Xia has a sigh in her heart, but she is more fortunate.

He’s hero, my enemy.

If Qiqin can really become a holy in the future, then please die!

Continue to turn back again, and the graceful and neat score appeared in front of him.

Strictly speaking, Meng Xia has actually heard it many times.

But seeing the manuscript of the score really made Meng Xia happy, and even felt like a pilgrimage.

Looking at it, Meng Xia couldn't help humming along.

After that, I couldn't help taking out the piano and playing it while watching it.

Seeing the subtleties, I couldn't help but screamed.

Bounced into the weird place, but could not help but think hard.

When I think thoroughly, my heart is very pleasantly surprised, sweeter than eating honey.

What a starry sky song, this whimsy is really amazing!

However, the difficulty of playing is really too high.

Meng Xia can't even understand many of them.

"Awesome!"

The more you know about Star Music, the more Meng Xia admires Qiqin's talent.

If Qiqin is really given more time, she may be qualified to lead Saint Race to look up at the stars.

Thinking that the little War King actually forced Qiqin to marry him as a concubine, Meng Xia immediately despised her.

This little War King may be at that level!

At this moment, Meng Xia's mind was filled with mechanical and electronic sounds.

【Starry Night Song is detected, do you want to start Great Dream Space for learning?

[Yes. ]

The starry sky music sheet in my hand floats, and then I start crash-bang turning pages.

weng!

A faint blue rays of light lit up, centered on the starry sky song, and began to diverge in all directions, and Meng Xia was instantly involved in it.

When Meng Xia came back to his senses again, he had already become a baby.

The palm of the hand is extremely painful, and the blood is still ticking.

Meng Xia hadn't figured out what was going on, so she cried with the baby.

To be honest, this feels really absurd!

In front of him is a handsome man and a very beautiful woman.

The man's face was gloomy, "Have you confirmed it?"

The woman was also a bit at a loss. My Saint Race’s strong recovery ability has not inherited your innate talent!"

The man's complexion is a bit ugly.

"Then can she really count as our heir?"

The woman cried silently, unable to say anything for a while.

She and her husband are both Saint Race, but her daughter has not inherited the innate talent of Saint Race at all.

Is this still Saint Race?

Meng Xia understands.

Qiqin’s parents are both Saint Race, but she did not inherit Saint Race’s innate talent...

In other words, the Ogre family cannot reproduce through parental intercourse.

A very important piece of information!

Then the question comes again...How does ogre thrive?

Man: "Leave her outside and raise her if she is still alive tomorrow morning. If she dies..."

The woman knelt down immediately and weeping bitter tears said, " Master, it’s snowing outside. She was born in October when I was conceived, and there is your blood flowing in her body!"

The man was a little bit unbearable, but in the end he was cruel to make his wife swaddle. The daughter of in the snow.

He wants to know what exactly he and his wife gave birth to!

Looking at the snow all over the sky and feeling the biting icy cold, Meng Xia was speechless for a long time.

A sin!