Dou Po: I merged with the soul of the martial saint to prove the Tao and kill the emperor.

"Dad, Mom, I finally avenged you."

Tears flowed from the corners of Xiao Ning's eyes.

The blood feud was finally avenged. After ten years of forbearance, the whole family of the enemy was slaughtered on New Year's Eve.

Eight corpses sat around a table. On the table was a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, which was still steaming. The alluring aroma was mixed with the strong smell of blood.

With a calm face on his face, Xiao Ning sat on the main seat and glanced at the corpse that still maintained a frightened expression.

He ate his last meal slowly, and the gas tank he had opened long ago continued to release gas. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

It was almost done. Xiao Ning took out the lighter and pressed it with a snap.

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"I'm so thirsty, water~"

Xiao Ning's lips wriggled, and her mouth felt extremely dry, like a person trapped in the desert who hadn't drank water for several days.

It felt like smoke was coming out of my throat.

Opening your eyes, you are greeted by a strange room.

"Am I not dead?"

He raised his heavy eyelids, frowned, and forced himself to sit up.

A memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his head, and he was stunned for a while before he recovered.

"Douqi Continent, Wutan City, Xiao Family."

A huge flow of information hit his mind. After Xiao Ning absorbed it, he suddenly realized that this was not the Ancestral Star.

There aren’t too many surprises, it’s just a time-travel.

"Cultivation of fighting spirit, fighting masters, fighting masters, great fighting masters... it's really an interesting world."

Xiao Ning was lying on the bed, feeling her new body. This body was also called Xiao Ning, but she died last night.

Yesterday, at the coming of age ceremony of the Xiao family, he was severely injured and hammered to death by the young patriarch Xiao Yan. He could not survive that night.

But for some unknown reason, he was reborn and lived a second life.

Xiao Ning's right arm was tightly bandaged, and the bandage contained healing medicine.

The muscles in his right arm moved. A heartbreaking pain made his face turn pale, and he pressed it with his left hand.

The pain caused him to grit his teeth so hard that his bones were probably broken.

"Xiao Yan, break off the engagement. What a fallen genius. He improved to the fifth level of fighting spirit in one year. His talent is even more terrifying than before."

At the age of seventeen, he cultivated the eighth level of Dou Qi. His talent is considered to be above average in the Xiao family, but in the Dou Qi continent, ordinary people cannot be more ordinary.

At the end of the training, you will be a one-star great fighter until you die.

In a world where the weak eat the strong, without the most powerful force, we are ultimately just lambs to be slaughtered.

But not only did he offend the young clan leader, he also lost an arm and was unable to practice for a month or two.

This was a terrible start.

The physical fitness of people in this world is much better than that of people on the ancestral planet. After being nourished by fighting spirit, their recovery ability is greatly enhanced.

Ordinary people can heal broken bones, let alone me who practices fighting spirit.

The right arm can be restored, but the most precious training time is wasted, which is the most fatal.

Xiao Ning felt the chaotic fighting spirit in his body, and his face turned slightly ugly. Since the situation had become so bad, there was no use complaining.

In his previous life, he was able to endure the blood feud for ten years without taking revenge. During this painful ten years, he tempered his toughness that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Holding the five fingers of his left hand together, Xiao Ning took a deep breath. The most important thing now was to heal his injuries.

I tried to circulate the Dou Qi in my body. When it reached my right arm, I felt pain in the meridians, and my arm swelled, as if it was about to tear.

"Hoo~"

"However, the speed of Xiao Yan's cultivation is really astonishing. He rose to power in just one year."

"There must be some great opportunity." 5

Xiao Ning then shook his head, the opportunity belonged to others, and the current relationship was on bad terms, so he couldn't beat it by force.

Everything still depends on yourself.

A memory suddenly appeared in my mind.

"This saint has practiced martial arts for more than a thousand years, and his power has reached the divine level, and his cultivation has reached the pinnacle of this world.

To move mountains and seas, to reach for the stars and the moon, it’s just a matter of raising your hands.

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Legend has it that there is an Emperor's realm in the realm of the Martial Saint. No one has ever reached the Emperor's realm, so this realm cannot be guessed.

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I have been searching hard for an opportunity to make a breakthrough. More than two hundred years have passed, but there is no sign of it. However, my life span is almost exhausted.

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Ten Martial Lords ambushed me and asked me to hand over the imperial treasures. Hahahaha, it's really ridiculous. A mere Martial Lord dared to challenge the power of a Martial Saint.

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You actually set up a great formation to kill the gods, good, good, very good!

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If there is an afterlife, I will crush you to ashes! "

Xiao Ning moved his body, struggled to get off the bed, walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured the tea into his mouth.

He gulped down a few big gulps and suddenly came back to life.

His calm eyes did not show any sign of depression because of the current predicament. He was in a world of magical fighting spirit, and had the memories of the Martial Saint in his mind.

He firmly believed that he would not do badly and that it would not be a big problem if he just got by a little.

The Martial Saint's body was destroyed, and his soul traveled through space, consuming a large amount of soul power, leaving him extremely weak. After breaking through the world barrier of the Fighting Continent, his consciousness was even annihilated.

The inheritance was a bargain for Xiao Ning, but the vast martial arts knowledge only awakened a small part of it.

Xiao Ning had a hunch that as his strength increased and he nourished his soul, he would gradually unlock the martial arts knowledge in the Martial Saint's memory.

This means that I have three souls: my predecessor, myself, and the Martial Saint.

Close your eyes, and your soul's perception will spread out instantly. Even the slightest movement will be captured, and the dust floating in the air will be magnified countless times.

What a magical feeling.

Unfortunately, the attribute of my body is not fire, let alone fire with wood, so I have no chance to become an alchemist.

Looking through the martial arts knowledge in his mind, he suddenly found something interesting.

Alchemy.

"This alchemy technique is so magical. It is different from the fire-refining technique in Douqi Continent. Instead, it uses Qi and blood to refine the medicine."

Xiao Ning nodded then. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with a warrior strengthening his body, increasing his energy and blood, and using his energy and blood to make pills.

There is also a recipe for healing pills. It is not complicated to make the pills. With a strong soul, you should be able to make it.

So there is currently a shortage of medicinal materials.

"As soon as I recover from my injuries, I will start practicing martial arts."

Xiao Ning made up his mind and still had hundreds of gold coins on him. His grandfather was the eldest elder of the Xiao family, so he was not short of money.

The ingredients for the healing elixir are not expensive, and the money is enough to cure the injury.

Xiao Ning had a cloth belt around his neck, hanging his arms, and pushed out the door.

"Isn't that Xiao Ning? He was beaten to death by the young patriarch yesterday. I didn't expect to be able to walk around today."

"Look at his arm, is it broken? Hiss!"

"Stop talking, he's looking over. He can't beat the young patriarch, but he can still beat us."