Dragon Blood Demon Soldier

Dragon’s Blood Demonic Weapon Author: Tang Long

Description:

When the commando Long Bufan mission, poisoning his death, the soul through the Foreign Dimension become small a small sect of Handyman, occasionally got the Forbidden Item Lord of the Rings, his strength is constantly evolving, not content with him from the bottom, he began to build his own path of growth. When the sky is not blue, what is needed is the blood of the enemy to baptism…

Chapter 1 The Life of the King of Soldiers

Guangyang City, Military Region Hospital, a heavy ward .

At this moment, Long Bufan, who is lying on the hospital bed, is breathing weak and struggling to hold his eyelids. He stretches out his dark-skinned hands. This is a characteristic of deep poisoning. The toxin has spread to every organ in the body. , Even blood.

“The foxtail mink is as terrifying as it is in the legend.” Long Bufan, with a gray face, had a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth. He is a special soldier. When he was performing a secret mission in the field two days ago, he was unfortunate. Bitten by the poisonous foxtail mink in the grass, if he hadn’t practiced his internal strength and controlled the rapid spread of toxins in time, he would have been killed on the spot.

The number of fox-tailed mink is very rare. It is so small that the International Animal Association has not actually included it in the file. Many people do not know the existence of this type of mink. Because the foxtail mink is not only a highly venomous beast, but also fast as lightning, almost everyone who sees it can hardly survive.

At that time, Long Bufan, who suppressed the toxin within the body, was quickly transferred to the national secret military area hospital with the help of his teammates. It was just that the best treatment time had been delayed and the toxin had covered within the body. Blood, even the heart.

Now Long Bufan can only stay in the hospital alone, waiting for the day when his life ends.

The faint smell of potion permeated the whole ward. The bed next door was a retired old agent. He was suffering from advanced lung cancer. He had reported to King Yama Old Master two days ago. Before he died, This kind of struggle and dissatisfaction with life is fragile in front of Death God.

“It’s probably my turn in a while.” Long Bufan muttered so weakly, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes. Unwilling.

In such a quiet night, Long Bufan, whose toxin penetrated his heart veins, seemed to be able to clearly feel that his muscles in his body were slowly relaxing at the same time, and his power was flowing in the same rhythm. , Breathing shallowly in and deep out, eyelids become heavier and heavier.

“Is this the feeling before dying?”

The unknown fear of death and the desire to pursue life made him feel an unprecedented complex feeling suddenly. Before he could finish his emotions, his heart finally stopped working under the infestation of toxins. The electrocardiograph on the bedside made a beep, and the screen showed only a flat green line, and life fluctuation stopped completely.

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When the fleshy body dies, the soul is caught in an endless and long journey. There is no light, no feeling, everything is so scary.

In my dim consciousness, I don’t know how long it has passed. When Long Bufan woke up from Yoyo, he sat under a tree for a long time and looked up at his surroundings in confusion. There seemed to be wild snakes crawling past trees and dense weeds, and the sound of “sha sha” was heard.

The thinking in his head at this moment is very confused, not only has his original memory, but also has something that does not belong to him.

“How did I recover one’s youthful vigor?” Long Bufan suddenly found a very serious problem. He looked down at his shape. The tender and short hands and feet are purely the body of a ten-year-old boy. , Long Bufan rubbed his aching forehead.

My head hurts, I feel like schizophrenia!

The memory that does not belong to him is like popcorn popped, and his repeated visual impacts occupy his body and mind in horror…

Chapter 2 Spirit Black Tortoise House

The sky continent, 9619 Gregorian calendar, early autumn.

Ling Black Tortoise Mansion, located in a cloud-shrouded mountain peak in the Heavenly Flame Empire, has a thousand-year history based on the empire and is intimidating all directions.

At this moment, the sky is just getting bright, and outside the southern gate of the Black Tortoise Mansion, a silhouette appears in the rugged mountain road. The young man walks steadily, when a grey dawn rays of light rise in the far east. , Just boarded the cliff.

The young man faces the east, his bright eyes looked towards the sun gradually rising, when the first ray of sunlight slowly shone from the top of his head, he immediately closed his eyes, inhaled slightly, and exhaled continuously. A uniform rhythm soon formed.

The surrounding airflow seemed to become active in an instant. Under his breath, he quickly encircled the cage and inhaled within the body, a warm air flowed to the limbs and limbs, and finally converged into the heavenly spiritual cave on the top of his head, enlightenment.

After half an hour of this cycle, he stopped absorbing, his lips opened slightly, and slowly spits out one mouthful of impure air, opening his eyes, a strange purple glow flashed in his eyes.

“Eastern Sunrise, East-Rising Purple Qi, really is the purest moment of energy in the day.” The boy looked up at the beginning of the day, the sun shone on his face, it was a delicate and Pretty face, skin showing a healthy wheat color, black broken hair fluttering in the wind, and wearing a plain coarse cloth, so clean.

His name is Long Bufan, the name speaks for itself, and he has an experience out of the ordinary. As an excellent special soldier, his task is to obey the orders of his superiors, even to give his own life. mission accomplished!

However, after he was poisoned and died during the mission, his soul traveled to Foreign Dimension and was possessed by a little boy.

The little boy at the time was skinny, perhaps overworked, and died before Long Bufan’s soul was possessed. After that, the soul of Long Bufan merged with the memory of the fleshy body, only to learn that the little boy was a poor orphan and was trafficked to the Black Tortoise Mansion as a handyman. He had no name. People who knew him were called only handyman 2. Word instead.

Therefore, Long Bufan can only continue to live the life of the little boy before, keeping a low profile, and quietly exercising this thin fleshy body. Fortunately, he was a special soldier in his previous life and knew some basic medical knowledge. He picked some herbs that can strengthen his body and drank it, combined with acupuncture. After five years of this, his body gradually became stronger.

Long Bufan also learned that this World is different as heaven and earth in the technological era of his previous life. Most of the people here advocate martial arts, are strong, and live longer. Unlike the previous world, the world tends to use brains and invented many tools that are convenient for mankind, and the environmental pollution is serious, causing most of the human body to become weak and sick, and flu clusters.

“I haven’t slept in for a few years, and I finally didn’t waste my pains.” Long Bufan felt the strong vitality of his body, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The spitting method just now is the introductory cultivation technique of the Black Tortoise Mansion. Qi Condensation chapter, Purple Qi Xin Jue, in order to absorb the essence of the early days to train the body, he insists on early cultivation every day, within the body True Qi has a significant increase.

After that, Long Bufan drew out the small axe stuck in his belt, walked to a densely wooded area, and started his day’s work, cutting firewood. As a handyman in the fire stove room of the Black Tortoise Mansion, his daily duty is to prepare meals for everyone in the sect. Today it is his turn to go up the mountain and log.

I saw Long Bufan sinking in his waist, holding the handle of the axe, and the axe fell together with the beating of his arm muscles, slashing firmly and powerfully on the tree trunk every time. The axe blade is not sharp, even though it is a bit hard to chop, Long Bufan still enjoys it, sweating like rain, because it can exercise strength.

After a while, the sturdy tree trunk made a ka-cha, and finally leaned back and collapsed, and the dense branches and leaves swept the dust all over the floor.

With the axe in hand, all the messy branches and leaves were cut off, and they were chopped into pieces of wood by Long Bufan, and then the grass in the vicinity made a simple vine and knotted the pieces of wood. Strongly tied into a large pile.

After doing all this, Long Bufan stopped and took a break. Gasping for breath wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, but it’s okay not to wipe it. This wiped the sweat into his hands. The blisters worn out when cutting trees on the palm, blood and sweat fuse together, and a slight pain.

Long Bufan, who has long been used to it, didn’t take it for granted. He just picked a handful of grass from the ground, put it in his mouth, bit it, spit it out and gently wiped the wound on his palm, doing heavy physical work or martial The cultivator must always use the medicinal herb that cures the body, otherwise it will leave internal injury. If the internal injury accumulates too much, it may become sick or even die.

This herbal medicine is called iron thread grass. The medicine is as its name. Although the green juice squeezed out of iron thread grass has healing properties, it is like being brushed by iron thread when sprinkled on the wound. Painful.

Long Bufan expressionless, as if already used to this pain.

Actually, there are many medicinal herbs that are more effective than iron thread grass and have mild medicinal properties, but the high price makes Long Bufan amazed. Normally, the resources for cultivation are very scarce. I still don’t want to sell more to buy medicine ingredients.