Chapter 5 Where is the dream

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

A weak voice, with a special feeling, echoed in Su Ming's dream.

"Brother...can you hear me...Brother..."

"Brother... I'm waiting for you..." The voice was tired, like an eternal call to talk to himself there, getting weaker and weaker, and slowly disappeared silently.

With the weakness of the sound, Su Ming in the dream seemed to have a pain in his heart, as if there was something most important, as if it was going away with the sound. This feeling suddenly woke him up.

Su Ming's whole body was cold and had been drenched with sweat. His face was pale. He looked around in a short breath, and everything familiar in front of him gradually calmed him down.

At this moment, it was late at night outside, and the roars of some birds and beasts came faintly from afar. In addition, there was silence. Su Ming sat silently in Mu**, staring at the fragment in his hand, and gradually hesitated.

"The dream just now was very strange... And I was obviously not sleepy before, but when I observed this fragment, I fell asleep unconsciously... That dream... That voice..." Su Ming's face was confused. He rarely dreamed, and he had never dreamed like before, especially the woman's voice. Yin, for some reason, he seems to be very familiar with it.

"Everything must have something to do with this!" Su Ming lowered his head and took advantage of the moonlight, looked carefully at the fragments in his hand, and frowned.

"What the hell is this thing..." After he hesitated for a moment, he simply bit his fingertips. According to the description on the animal skin roll, most of the treasures in heaven and earth need their own blood before they can be opened.

Su Ming has never seen any treasure since he was born. This fragment is the only one. At this moment, he squeezed out the blood from his fingertips and dripped on the fragment, and then he couldn't take his eyes off it.

But after a long time, the fragments remained unchanged, and the blood on them showed no sign of being absorbed.

Su Ming scratched his head, and there was a stubbornness in his bones. He got up and took various methods, such as biting his teeth, breaking hard, and even soaking in water, but in the end, the fragments were still the same, not the same.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter and brighter, Su Ming took the fragment and started to be stunned. Time passed. When the sky in the distance was completely bright, the moment the first sun rose, Su Ming suddenly flashed in his mind.

"This thing was first put on the body, and warmth came out. Maybe... That's what it does!" Su Ming did not hesitate to put the piece on the pendant again and put it around his neck, so that the piece was close to his chest.

bursts of warmth dispersed and integrated into Su Ming's body. It seemed to circulate a whole circle, which made his whole body feel comfortable. He took a deep breath, and Su Ming's mind was the practice method of barbarians obtained from the barbarian statue.

Barbarian, the foundation of the world, what Su Ming obtained this time is the first realm of barbarism, the practice method of coagulation.

Su Ming knew from the beast's skin scroll that before the ancient years, the barbarian ancestors created people. At that time, everyone was a god, but now countless years have changed. As a mythical inheritance, the barbarian clan has gradually ceased to be legendary, but has become ordinary.

As for the formula for practicing barbarism, it has also been handed down since that time, but it has been changed, which is more suitable for the current barbarian practice. The first realm, the blood coagulation realm, is divided into eleven layers. Its function is to stimulate the blood inherited by the very small barbarian ancestors in the practitioner's blood

The so-called barbarian body is actually using the power of the barbarian image to find out some ethnic groups with more blood inherited by the barbarian ancestors in the body. Only they can go further on the barbarian road.

For ordinary people, the blood inherited by the barbarian ancestors in their bodies is extremely rare, so they are not recognized, so they are not qualified to be barbarian, and they will not get the practice method given by the existence of the underworld when visiting the barbarian statue.

But Su Ming is extremely special. In fact, he still does not have a barbarian body, but because of the strange fragments, he got the method of practice that is difficult to spread by word of mouth. In most small and medium-sized tribes, only the barbarian inheritance can be obtained.

"Condensate the wild blood in the body, so that the wild blood wakes up, and finally draw your own barbaric lines and step into the realm of open dust!" Su Ming muttered, and his eyes showed a bright light.

He sat there cross-legged, took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly immersed himself in it according to the unspeakable practice in his mind.

Time passed little by little, and soon the early sun on that day had risen high, and the cooking smoke in the tribe gradually dissipated, and there was excitement. The people of the hunting team, led by several leaders, walked out of the tribe under the watch of their relatives after being dressed up. They were going to hunt for enough food.

Some Lasu, who is only four or five years old, ran around the tribe naked and played happily. The bursts of childlike laughter would make the people who heard smile on their faces.

In addition, in Grandpa's place, he is talking with the two clansmen who have successfully had the barbarian body to talk about some experience of cultivating barbarians. The barbarians are the most important force for a tribe.

Nowadays, with the death of the older generation, there are only 22 barbarians at present.

No one noticed that this morning, the door of Su Ming's house was closed, and a faint blood light appeared all over his body in his cross-legged knees. If you look carefully, you can faintly see a blood line under the skin of his body. The blood line is slowly flashing red light, revealing a sense of demon.

Now on Su Ming's body, there is only one blood line, and it is still looming and can never be fully revealed.

For a long time, Su Ming opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"In the blood coagulation territory, the more blood lines appear, the more it means that it is almost the larger it can reach the dust, but it is too difficult to open the dust. According to the description on the animal skin scroll, only the dust can be barely called barbarian, and the dust can be opened, which can make a small tribe become a

Most of the blood in the public's body has been condensed, but there is still no hope of opening the dust. In the tribes around, I have never heard of anyone who has reached the realm of opening the dust.

Su Ming muttered that the dustland was too far away for him. What he cares most about now is whether he can successfully cultivate into the first layer of the blood clot.

In the first layer of blood clotting, three blood lines need to emerge.

If you have a barbarian body, you can condense more than three blood lines in a short time at the beginning of practice, and directly step through the first layer of the blood clotting realm, which will not be as looming as Su Ming.

Although it didn't go well at the beginning, Su Ming was not depressed. For him, as long as he could practice, it meant that he had hope.

And when he condensed the blood in his body, he obviously felt that the debris in his chest emitted more warmth, which made Su Ming feel more energetic. He vaguely felt that he should grasp the key of this treasure.

In a flash of time, it is seven days. In these seven days, Su Ming almost did not leave home, even when he was not too hungry, which made him confused. After all, the beast skin scroll once said that the barbarians, especially in the blood clotting state, will eat a lot because of the operation of the blood vessels in the body, While growing, forge more blood for practice.

But in Su Ming, there was no point. After thinking about it, it was attributed to the strange effect of the debris warm current.

In seven days, Lei Chen came once, brought mink deer blood to Su Mingsong, and took some oolong saliva by the way. Lei Chen had a barbarian body when he visited the barbarian statue at the age of seven. Now he has reached the fourth level of blood clotting state, and 23 blood lines have condensed in his

Before leaving, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to comfort Su Ming, but in the end, he looked at Su Ming and said a sentence in a muffled voice.

"Su Ming, we grew up together. I will protect you in the future. Whoever dares to provoke you is to have trouble with my Lei Chen!" After he finished speaking, he waved his arm hard, grinned, and walked out.

Su Ming looked at Lei Chen's departure, and his heart was very warm.

Although the life of the tribe is simple, it is not boring. Almost every tribe has their own things and needs to devote themselves to the existence of the tribe.

Half a month after the end of Manqi, Su Ming carried the basket on his back again. While greeting the clan, he left the tribe alone and walked towards the jungle in the distance.

Su Ming, who stepped into the jungle, was like a different person, full of flexibility. He shook his body and galloped away like a sharp arrow. He jumped up a big tree and sat on the branch. He smiled on his face, as if he was satisfied with his speed.

"Although the first layer of blood clotting has not been fully refined, my body is at least flexible than before."

Su Ming put two right hands on his mouth and whistled. The sound of the whistle dispersed far away and made waves of echoes. Not long after, I saw a red line coming in the distance in an instant. The red line was so fast that it approached in a blink of an eye and went straight to Su Ming.

Su Ming grinned. At the moment when the red line came, he jumped up and moved forward. There was a squeak in the red line, and he kept chasing.

"Xiao Hong, let's have another time today to see who will go up the mountain first!" Su Ming's voice was cheerful, and he quickly jumped forward in his words. The red line behind him was the little red monkey. The little monkey showed contempt on his face, and he was still nibbling with a kernel in his hand. He seemed to disdain to compare with Su Ming seriously. He grabbed his face and chased after him lazily.

But chasing after him, the little monkey's eyes were red, his squeaking voice was also sharp, and his expression was even more stunned. He was so angry that he threw away the core in his hand and chased it with all his strength.

In the new book period, due to the rules, it can't be published too much every day, and to be honest, Ergen played too much during the Spring Festival... so that there is almost no manuscript... I know there will be Taoist friends who don't believe it, but it's true...

I began to struggle and came up with the idea of taking another month off, but later I sent that I had set a date for the 20th...

I was entangled, and finally put away my thoughts and began to bury my head in typing. Now there are only a few chapters in the manuscript... Please allow me to stay sometimes and want to go out for fun, standby...

In the end, you still have to continue to touch~~~ Everyone knows... Don't always touch yourself, touch others more... Have you touched it today?

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