The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 793
After being planted in Lei Ze Lake, all the collisions on the beach, as well as the Xueling mountain man of Wu Cantian, have nothing to do with Xiang Yang.

Because even if he wanted revenge in the future, the premise was that he survived.

Yes, whether everything in the future has anything to do with Xiang Yang depends only on whether he can survive this desperate situation.

The water in Lei Ze is stagnant water, clear without any impurities, because there is no life in it, no fish, shrimp, crabs and other creatures.

But it is also the water of life, because it contains the power of thunder that has been accumulated for an unknown number of years. Thunder is not only destruction, but also often represents vitality.

Ordinary people may drown when they fall into the water, but if they fall into the Thunderstorm, they will be torn to pieces by the endless thunder, turning into small pieces of free tissue and disappearing without a trace.

And Xiang Yang had inevitably ended up like this. He was lucky enough to take the Fountain of Life before. He has a strong recovery ability and vitality, and he has refined his body. So while the body was destroyed, it repaired itself, and it didn't die immediately.

However, his state is no different from death. As long as he can't get rid of Lei Ze, the speed of repairing his body will not keep up with Lei Ze's destructive power sooner or later, and he still cannot escape death.

And there is still a glimmer of life left, which is the nine changes of silkworms created by Xiang Yang in the early years. The qigong is immeasurable, and the fortune is mysterious. The golden silks are like buds sprouting from the surface of the body. The back of the hand and the face gradually grow out. Golden fluff.

The fluff covered the surface of Xiang Yang's body, and even the tightly held Quexie knife was wrapped in silk. The whole person and the knife were connected together into a huge cocoon.

His heart was still beating, his pulse was still fluctuating, and his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

The gloomy sky, the dark clouds, and the depressing atmosphere seem to be like this every day in Lei Ze 360 ​​days a year, and there will never be a time when the sky is clear and the sun is shining.

After experiencing wind, rain, thunder and lightning, this huge silkworm cocoon has been drifting in the water of Lei Ze Lake, with surging arcs flashing on the surface, but it has not been damaged.

The celestial silkworm binds itself in a cocoon, puts it to death and then regenerates. This time, Xiang Yang did not take the initiative to re-transform the celestial silkworm, but because his life was threatened, he spontaneously operated the mysterious art.

The changes inside are not known yet, but as time goes by, the silkworm cocoons floating on Lei Ze Lake become heavier and heavier, gradually sinking to the bottom of Lei Ze Lake, and rolling towards an unknown direction with the undercurrent of the water.

The skin has also changed from the original golden light like the morning sun, to black as ink, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere, as if it is gestating a fierce monster that will destroy the entire world...

Along the coast of the East China Sea, the sky is sunny and the sun is warm, and the vast blue waves in the distance line up with the sky. You can't see the end or the edge at a glance. Even if it's just a shallow bay, there is a vast and boundless atmosphere blowing towards you.

On the beach, an old man with a weathered face and several patches on his clothes slapped his youngest son on the head.
"What the hell did you do? I asked you to pick up a few beautiful shells here and save them. Who told you to make such a thing? It's dark and looks like a silkworm cocoon, but how can there be such a big silkworm cocoon?"

He is said to be an old man, but in fact he may not be very old. It is just because of the perennial wind and sun and poor maintenance that he looks much older than his actual age.

Beside him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with sharp eyes. His upper body was naked in broad daylight, and his thin body also had a lot of muscle.

Faced with the scolding by the old man, he didn't take it seriously, instead he touched his chin, rolled his eyes and retorted,

"Shell? How much is it worth if someone takes it away? Not everyone who comes to the beach is taken advantage of.

I think this silkworm cocoon is a treasure. Didn't you hear the lame Liu in the village say that some martial arts practitioners like heaven and earth treasures, and I think this is it.

The merchant Yang Er who came to our village last time is a knowledgeable person. When he comes next time, I want to sell this cocoon to him, at least ten taels. "

A boy is a boy, a chick is a chick, with limited knowledge, and a mere [-], he wants to sell what he thinks is a treasure. If it spreads the word, it will make others laugh.

"Fart, can this rotten thing sell for ten taels? I think you are thinking about money like crazy, or you should be more pragmatic. Wait for the waves to subside and come with me to go fishing. Don't think about what you have."

The old man sneered, and patted his son's head again. This kid was his kind, and he knew what he was going to do as soon as he pouted his ass.

Don't you want to collect enough money to learn three punches and two kicks from Liu Zizi, so that you can go to the Central Plains in the future?

He also knew that this was a good way, but this huge black cocoon drifted from the sea to the beach, and happened to be discovered by his son, and it didn't take any effort to sell it for ten taels of silver?No matter how you think about it, it feels unreliable.

"The old man's thinking is too conservative, that's fine, don't talk so much, let's get it home first."

The young man tried to walk to the back of the black cocoon, pushed forward with his hands, and stepped on the fine sand to form a shallow pit under his feet, but found that the cocoon hadn't moved at all, which made him a little tongue-tied. Is the cocoon so heavy?

However, this discovery made him more convinced of what he thought, the more strange, perhaps the more precious, the higher the price.

Although the old man said it was unreliable, he was still thinking about the method in his heart. It was impossible to hire someone to carry it away. big.

Then the two noticed that the surface of the silkworm cocoon was undulating like water waves, expanding for a while, shrinking for a while, with a black halo, as if it was also breathing, and the frequency changed from extremely slow to extremely fast.

His eyes widened, and his mouth was open enough to stuff a goose egg.

The father and son jumped three feet high, thinking that they encountered some monster and were startled.

More terrible things are yet to come.

There was a sound like a drum beating inside the silkworm cocoon, boom boom, boom boom, which made the two of them dizzy, their hearts constricted, and they hurriedly moved away from the cocoon while clutching their chests.

The black cocoon swelled from left to right, as if something was expanding inside, trying to break out of the cocoon.

"Could it be that there is a monster hiding in here? It's over, it's over, run away."

The old man kept complaining, although the sky was clear and the sun was warming.

His heart was cold, and it was half cold.

The young man also held his heart, fear, fear, but also full of curiosity, do such things as monsters really exist?

The next moment, a huge explosion sounded from the black cocoon, and the skin of the black cocoon was disintegrated into ashes, scattered on the beach, and covered a thick layer.

The wind and sand dissipated, leaving no trace of the black cocoon, and what landed in front of the two of them was a very strange person.

(End of this chapter)