Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"This kid is crazy!" Duan De hid a thousand meters away holding the wine gourd, and the Black Emperor squatted on his shoulder, slapping his head nervously with his tail. The holy body pattern on Ye Fan's chest was as bright as daylight, and the skin burned by thunder and fire healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every wound was absorbing the power of the heavenly tribulation and transforming it into nutrients for the ancient holy body. The most amazing thing was that the thunder fruit in his sea of ​​consciousness had turned into a phantom of a thunder dragon. The dragon head bit the source of the fire of the five elements of the heavenly tribulation and swallowed it into its stomach.

"Look! Taiyin True Tribulation!" The head of the Jiang family suddenly pointed to the sky. A dark silver moon appeared, and wherever the moonlight reached, the mountains were instantly covered with a layer of ice crystals. Ye Fan smiled, and pinched out the "Thunder Moon Twin Secret" taught by Jiang Han with his fingertips. The Thunder Fruit and the power of Taiyin collided in his palm, and condensed a half-gold and half-silver thunder bead. When he pressed the thunder bead into his brow, the bronze ring deep in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly made a clear sound, resonating with the obsession that the empress left in the mask of Xiao Nannan.

The most terrifying dragon transformation disaster came at midnight. Eighty-one dragons fell from the sky, each dragon was wrapped in karmic fire, and the dragon's eyes reflected the scenes of Ye Fan's past and present lives: the desks in the school on Earth, the confusion in the nine-dragon coffin, and the blood and fire on the battlefield in Zhongzhou. Ye Fan roared, and his spine awakened like a real dragon, and each section bloomed with the brilliance of the sun. He turned into a human-shaped thunder dragon and fought with the eighty-one dragons in the air. Every collision caused the space to collapse, revealing a corner of the Chaos Sea behind him.

"Good boy!" Jiang Han stood behind the clouds, looking at the "wild" Dao pattern emerging on his disciple's spine, knowing that this was the Dao mark secretly left by the empress. When Ye Fan finally killed the last dragon, the mountain range had been razed to the ground, and behind him, the shadow of the Wujie Flower, the same as the empress's, appeared faintly - the three petals were engraved with the three words "wait", "return" and "come".

When the calamity was over, Ye Fan was covered in blood but still smiling. He walked through the void and came to Jiang Han, kneeling heavily: "My disciple was able to break the holy body curse, all thanks to Master's cultivation." Jiang Han helped him up, looked at the lightning and fire dancing in his eyes, and suddenly remembered the moment when he accepted the enlightenment tea tree in the Immortal Mountain - when the system prompt sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness, he knew that this young man from Earth would eventually carry the cause and effect of the human race and the ancient forbidden land, and become a bridge connecting the past and the future.

In the distance, little Nannan ran over holding a ghost mask, the golden light on the mask and the thunder bead on Ye Fan's forehead shining against each other. The jade slip left by the empress on the holy mountain suddenly flew out and unfolded in Ye Fan's palm, revealing a line of words written in the emperor's blood: "If the immortal road collapses, use obsession as a bridge." Ye Fan stroked the blood words on the jade slip and suddenly realized that the empress's ten thousand years of waiting were never in vain - she was not waiting for the boy to return, but for obsession to turn into seeds, so that new flowers of hope would bloom in Ye Fan's blood in this life.

Under the starry sky of the Big Dipper, a new legend is being born. When Ye Fan was overcoming the tribulation, a figure in white briefly appeared in the direction of the ancient forbidden land; someone picked up a river lantern with the word "An" engraved on it by the Samsara River, and the lamp oil was actually condensed from the immortal light; and Jiang Han stood on the top of Zhongzhou City, looking at the figure of his disciple and the little girl chasing each other, and suddenly chuckled - five hundred years of beheading the nine tribulations, seven times of looting the forbidden area of ​​life, it turned out that it was all for the cause and effect reincarnation at this moment.

The night wind blew across his clothes. On the Zhoutian Xingdou map, the star representing the empress was slowly approaching Ye Fan's star. Perhaps, in the history books tens of millions of years later, the starlight of this night will be called the precursor of "the return of the two emperors". But at this moment, Jiang Han just sighed softly and took out the Nine Wonders Immortal Medicine given by the empress from the ring. Three thousand years later, when Ye Fan embarked on the immortal road, this immortal medicine carrying obsession and hope would eventually bloom the most brilliantly on his way.

The morning mist of the vast mountains has not yet dissipated, but Shi Village has already awakened in the morning glow. The old locust tree at the entrance of the village has twisted branches and dew drops dripping along the newly sprouted buds, making a crackling sound when hitting the bluestone road. The charred old willow stump in the center of the village stands quietly, with the only green branch swaying in the morning breeze, and the dew on the leaves reflecting colorful halos, as if telling the former glory of this lightning-struck tree.

"Hey ha! Hey ha!" On the flat fitness field, more than 30 children were practicing basic boxing with the middle-aged man Shi Meng. The thirteen-year-old Shitou swung his fists with great force, and wherever the shadow of his fist passed, the grass leaves on the ground were cut by the force; the five-year-old Tiger Boy was like a jumping little leopard, punching the air with his fleshy fists and making a "woooo" roar from his mouth. The most eye-catching one was the little one hiding in the corner. The two-and-a-half-year-old Shi Hao was wearing a small fur coat sewn by his mother. The cuffs were still stained with milk stains left by the goat milk he drank secretly last night. He was standing on tiptoe to imitate the movements of the older children. His white and tender little arms swung quickly, but he was always half a beat slower than others. He staggered and almost fell, causing the Tiger Boy next to him to laugh out loud.

“When the sun rises, the energy of heaven and earth is at its strongest.” Shi Meng stood in the center of the venue with his hands on his hips. His bronze skin glowed with health in the morning light. “Look at that old willow tree. It was struck by thunder and only half of the stump is left, but it is still sprouting new branches. People are like plants. Only by strengthening their bodies every day can they be as tough as this old willow tree!” His eyes swept over Shi Hao and saw that the little guy was staring up at the green branches of the old willow tree in a daze with milk stains on the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but laugh and scold: “Little guy, why are you in a daze? If you don’t practice hard, you won’t even be able to catch up with a pheasant in the future!”

Shi Hao suddenly came to his senses and yelled in a baby voice: "Uncle Meng is lying! A kid can catch a rabbit!" He waved his fists and ran, but he tripped over his own trousers and fell on his butt. The children laughed loudly, and even the elders who were sitting on the boulders couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing - this little guy is really the treasure of Shi Village.

At this time, there was a commotion at the east end of the village. Hunter Shi Tie stumbled in, carrying the unconscious Shi Shoushan on his shoulders. The animal skin armor on the latter's chest was soaked with blood, and an iron arrow pierced through his right lung. The arrow shaft was engraved with a ferocious wolf head emblem. "Chief! Shoushan was ambushed by the wolf village!" Shi Tie's roar startled the tits on the tree, and the children who were exercising suddenly quieted down. Shi Hao didn't even bother to rub his butt, and stumbled to follow the crowd.

Shi Yunfeng came hurriedly. The 40-year-old clan leader was burly, with a scar on his forehead from a fight with a blind bear when he was young. He lifted up Shi Shoushan's shirt and saw the wound turned outward. Blood dripped down the arrow shaft, staining the weeds on the ground red. "The lung lobe was pierced..." Shi Yunfeng's voice was low, and anger flashed in his eyes, "How dare the people of Bei Village use poisoned iron arrows!" Shi Shoushan's wife Alan, who was standing next to him, had already burst into tears. His six-year-old son Pihou hugged his father's arm and sobbed, his little face full of tears.

Shi Hao squeezed in the crowd, looking at Shi Shoushan's pale face, thinking of the uncle Shoushan who taught him how to roast pheasants yesterday, he felt sad. He secretly ran to the medicinal field outside the village, picked a few hemostatic herbs, tiptoed to hold Shi Shoushan's shoulders, and said in a baby voice: "Uncle, don't be afraid, little one will apply medicine for you..." Before he finished speaking, Shi Shoushan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, fell heavily to the ground, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Guard the mountain!" Alan screamed and rushed over, and Pihou cried heartbreakingly. Shi Yunfeng clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white: "Prepare for your funeral. Bei Village... I, Shi Yunfeng, swear not to be a human being if I don't avenge this!" The villagers were silent, only the mountain wind swept through the branches of the old willow tree, making a rustling sound, as if mourning for the life that was about to pass away. At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the sky. I saw a crack about ten feet long in the void, and purple-gold light overflowed from it, as if some terrifying existence was about to descend. The villagers retreated in horror, but Shi Hao widened his eyes and watched a man in a green shirt walk out of the crack - he had a handsome face, mysterious star patterns embroidered on the hem of his clothes, and a faint golden light under his feet, as if he was an immortal walking out of a myth.

"Excuse me, is this Shi Village?" the man asked, his voice gentle but with unquestionable majesty. Shi Yunfeng suppressed his shock and said with a bow: "It is my village. I wonder if you are..." The man's eyes swept across the crowd and fell on Shi Hao, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "It is indeed here. My friend, are you Shi Hao?"

Shi Hao hid behind Shi Yunfeng, with only a pair of big, round eyes showing, and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, how does he know my name?" Before Shi Yunfeng could answer, Alan's cry suddenly came from the other side: "Shoushan! Shoushan, wake up!" Looking back, Shi Shoushan had stopped breathing, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding slowly, staining Alan's clothes red.

The man in green sighed and raised his hand. A purple light flew over and landed on Shi Shoushan. A magical scene appeared: the iron arrow suddenly made a "sizzling" sound, and the wolf head emblem on the arrow shaft quickly peeled off, then broke into two pieces and flew out of the wound. The purple light turned into countless tiny runes, rotating around the wound like stars. The flesh that was originally turned outward healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pale face gradually regained its color.

"Alive! Shoushan is alive!" Shi Tie shouted excitedly, and the villagers knelt down and kowtowed to the man in green to express their gratitude. Alan pulled Pihou and knelt down in front of the man: "You saved the child's father, and we will repay you even if we work like slaves!" Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and he broke free from Shi Yunfeng's hand, ran to the man, looked up and asked: "Is uncle a god? Can you teach the little one to perform magic tricks?"

The man smiled and touched Shi Hao's head, which felt soft as cotton: "My name is Jiang Han, but I am not a deity." He looked around and saw the green branches of the old willow tree, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes - this stump was the foundation left by the future famous God of Willow. Thinking of the system's prompt, he knew that he had traveled through time this time to find the contractor Shi Hao, the Emperor of Desolate Heaven who would pacify the foreign land in the future.

"Chief, why did the people of Bei Village do this?" Jiang Han turned to ask Shi Yunfeng, who was looking at him with a complex expression, grateful but wary. Shi Yunfeng said in a deep voice, "It's because we hunted a Suanni skeleton in the mountains three days ago, and there was a precious bone hidden in its body. The people of Bei Village got the news and colluded with the four major tribes including Zishan and Lei Clan to try to seize the treasure. Shoushan and his men had a conflict with the people of Bei Village while hunting, and that's why they were attacked."

Before he finished speaking, the distant mountains suddenly shook like thunder, and smoke and dust rose from the horizon. Indistinct figures on horseback could be seen rushing towards Shi Village. Shi Yunfeng's face changed drastically: "It's the people from the four major tribes! They are coming so fast!" The villagers immediately panicked. Some ran to reinforce the stone wall, some took out bows and arrows to prepare for defense, and even the children were taken by the elders to hide under the old willow tree.

Jiang Han looked up at the horizon, and with his spiritual sense he found that there were more than 300 people coming, including many masters in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. The leader, Zifeng, the chief of the Zishan tribe, was even at the Inscription Realm. He turned to Shi Yunfeng and said, "Chief, let the villagers retreat to the vicinity of the Willow God. I will handle today's matter." After saying that, he stepped into the air, and the star pattern on his clothes lit up, drawing a brilliant track in the morning sky.

Outside Shi Village, Zi Feng rode a giant black wolf, holding a spiked mace in his hand, followed by tribal warriors holding bronze spears. He saw Jiang Han in the sky above Shi Village from afar, and his pupils shrank suddenly - to be able to walk in the air, he must be a strong man at least in the formation realm! "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my four major tribes?" Zi Feng roared, and his voice spread like thunder.

Jiang Han looked down at the people below, his eyes fell on the Suan Ni tooth pendant on Zi Feng's waist: "You are willing to hurt people's lives in order to seize the treasure bone, do you know your crime?" Zi Feng was stunned, then laughed: "Crime? In this vast mountain range, the law of the jungle is the only law! If you know what's good for you, leave quickly, otherwise I will kill you too!" After saying that, he waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately bent their bows and drew their arrows, and arrows rained down like a rainstorm.

Jiang Han sighed and waved his hand. A transparent light shield covered the stone village. All arrows turned into powder the moment they touched the shield. Zi Feng's face turned pale. He took out the mace. The runes on the mace lit up and turned into a huge wolf shadow and pounced on Jiang Han. The latter tapped the wolf shadow with his fingertips, and Zi Feng felt a tightness in his chest, blood spurted out, and the whole person fell off the wolf's back.

"You...you are at the peak of the Formation Realm?" Zi Feng looked at Jiang Han in horror, but the latter shook his head: "If I wanted to kill you, you would have turned into dust long ago." He swept his eyes over the chiefs of other tribes, including Lei Bao, the chief of the Thunder Tribe, Ze Wu of Luofu Lake, and Jin Zhan of the Golden Wolf Tribe. They all looked pale and sweated profusely.

"The Suanni's precious bones were originally ownerless, but you killed innocent people for them." Jiang Han's voice was as cold as winter. "Today I will teach you a lesson—" Before he finished speaking, the shadow of an old willow tree suddenly appeared in the void, and the green branches on the stump instantly turned into thousands of willow branches, which whipped the warriors of the four tribes like steel whips. Wherever the willow branches passed, weapons broke and armor shattered, but no one's life was hurt. They just disarmed all the weapons in their hands. (End of this chapter)