Chapter 393 Spiritual Warfare (Part 1)

The Holy Spirit Consciousness Library was like a vast starry sky.

As they continued to move forward, a rusty stone tablet appeared in front of Feng Qi.

They stopped in front of the stone tablet.

Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist at this time:

"After this, the first level of the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library is in front of you. Every star you see is a piece of knowledge and memory inheritance."

As he spoke, Hei Xuan cast his eyes on the stone tablet, and a touch of respect appeared in his eyes:

"Aren't you curious about the history of the rise of our race? Try to touch this stone tablet, and you will see the answer."

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist heard it, and immediately stepped forward and touched the stone tablet without hesitation.

The moment his fingers touched the stone tablet, the golden mark that Hei Xuan had imprinted on the foreheads of Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist flashed and began to receive information.

The world in front of the two began to collapse and distort.

A heavy sense of history came over them, and countless broken pictures kept passing by before their eyes, and finally spliced ​​together before their eyes.

When everything in front of them became clear, they saw a slightly desolate plain...

On the plain, a group of young boys were following a burly man for physical training.

Each of them was sweating, but their eyes were firm and they gritted their teeth to hold on.

Among them, a boy about seven or eight years old seemed to be working particularly hard. He tried to perfect every movement during training, and used breathing techniques to spread the spiritual energy taken in by the mouth and nose throughout his body.

After several hours of training, everyone left with the burly man's shout. Only a boy about seven or eight years old took the initiative to come to the burly man and began to ask about the difficulties he found during training.

Facing the boy's questions, the burly man answered them carefully.

When the answer was over and the boy was about to leave, the burly man suddenly called out to the boy:

"Ling Zhan, why are you training so hard?"

The little boy called Ling Zhan turned his head at this time and smiled and said:

"Of course, to join the Mist Clan and become an external warrior of the Mist Clan."

Hearing the boy's answer, the burly man's face showed a thoughtful look, but he didn't say anything else.

The child called Ling Zhan took a step and ran towards the direction of the rising smoke in the distance, with a gleam of expectation in his eyes.

As a subsidiary force of the Mist Clan, the new generation of Psychic Clan members like him have only three options in the future.

First, stay in the clan and do nothing, maybe one day in the future he will become the blood food of the Mist Clan.

Second, become a hard laborer to help the Mist Clan dig and transport resources in various regions.

Third, become a foreign warrior of the Mist Clan and gain the recognition of the Mist Clan.

...

Of these three paths, the first is to lie down.

Growing up in a daze, there is a high probability that you will become the blood food of the Mist Clan when you are older.

The second one is slightly better, but the future is also miserable. Many special resources have extremely strong radiation damage. If you use them for a long time, your body will corrode and fester. At that time, you will inevitably be abandoned by the Mist Clan and wait for death miserably.

The third one is the best.

As long as you can become an external warrior of the Mist Clan, you can get the recognition of the Mist Clan, but the future is also dangerous. You need to go to the battlefield for the interests of the Mist Clan and may die outside at any time.

What Ling Zhan wanted was the third way, to become an external warrior of the Mist Clan.

But it was not easy to reach this step.

He was not only competing with the new generation members of the clan, but also other affiliated forces of the Mist Clan.

This was a thorny road of status crossing, and only true geniuses were qualified to complete the final leap.

But Ling Zhan had confidence in himself and was full of expectations for the future.

That night, his mother crushed the plants collected in the morning and boiled them into a liquid medicine, which she wiped all over Ling Zhan's body to moisturize his body and repair the muscles torn by high-intensity training.

Every day thereafter, Ling Zhan continued to increase the intensity of his training.

In the clan competition a few months later, Ling Zhan stood out among the new generation and became the most worthy of the new generation.

But Ling Zhan was not proud and complacent. He continued to train hard day after day, looking forward to the early arrival of the future.

His growth has attracted the attention of all psychic tribe members, and all psychic tribe members have high hopes for whether Ling Zhan can become an external warrior of the Mist Clan.

It is also an honor for the tribe to give birth to an external warrior of the Mist Clan, and they can also get a reduction in the resource tax paid to the Mist Clan every year.

Four years passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Zhan grew into a teenager, with solid muscles, sharp eyes, and a confident aura.

The recruitment of potential warriors for the Mist Clan is imminent. Ling Zhan and more than a hundred teenagers representing the strongest new generation of the Psychic Clan set off towards the Mist King City with enough food.

In order to protect the safety of the teenagers in the tribe, the top leaders of the Psychic Clan even formed a top-level escort group to escort them to the Mist City. They

slept in the open air along the way, but the closer they got to their destination, the more excited the teenagers of the Psychic Clan became.

Finally, when they crossed the continuous mountains, the magnificent buildings appeared in sight.

The huge city stretches to the skyline, and you can't see the end at a glance. The thick gray fog covers the sky above the city, and the surging makes a "rumbling" sound. The magnificent momentum can be clearly felt even from a distance.

Seeing the Misty Royal City under the gray fog, the young men shouted excitedly.

That was the other shore in their hearts, the place where dreams were born.

Ling Zhan, like other young men in the tribe, clenched his fist and shouted towards the Misty Royal City.

After a short stop, they sped up their journey.

Finally, they arrived at the Misty City before the blood moon set.

At this time, they could feel the grandeur of this royal city more clearly.

The towering city wall in front was like a lying giant beast, sweeping across the world with an imposing manner.

After being sent here, the escort team obviously could not move forward. They said goodbye to Ling Zhan and other newcomers in the tribe, and then turned back.

Ling Zhan led the rookie tribesmen to a place not far from the city gate, and knelt on his knees under the gaze of the soldiers guarding the city of Mist, and began to kowtow according to the rules.

After kowtowed 81 times in a row, Ling Zhan stood up with the rookie tribesmen, came to the city gate, and explained their purpose.

The Mist warriors guarding the city checked their identities and led them into the city.

The prosperity of the city shocked the new generation of psychic tribe members such as Ling Zhan, who had never set foot outside the tribe, and they were more looking forward to being promoted to foreign warriors.

Next, they were taken to a training camp in the city by the Mist soldiers guarding the city.

At this time, many new generation warriors of foreign tribes had arrived in the camp in advance, and they looked unfriendly to the arrival of Ling Zhan and others.

Looking at these new generation members of foreign tribes, Ling Zhan's heart was filled with endless fighting spirit.

He knew that if he wanted to successfully be promoted to an external warrior valued by the Mist Tribe, these new generation members of other tribes would be the next competitors.

After being arranged to stay, they enjoyed the spiritual ingredients that the tribe was reluctant to eat.

This kind of day lasted for a week, and the selection of foreign warriors officially began.

A ring made of gray fog appeared in the center of the camp. From now on, this place will become their battlefield. Whether they can be promoted will be determined entirely by their strength.

Under the arrangement of the Mist Clan, Ling Zhan and the new generation members of the clan stepped onto the gray fog ring again and again like an assembly line, and fought one-on-one with the new generation warriors of other clans.

This process is extremely cruel.

As long as you are on the ring, there are no rules and restrictions. The best way to defeat the opponent is to kill the opponent.

Seeing that the tribesmen were constantly killed, Ling Zhan was also sad about it.

But the death of the tribesmen also aroused his desire to win. He was like a tireless fighter, and was arranged to go on the field again and again, and then stepped on different opponents.

This competition lasted for a month.

Only three people from the Psychic Clan where Ling Zhan was located passed the test, and the rest of the tribesmen were either dead or disabled. What

awaits them will be to become the blood food of the Mist Clan, and the Mist Clan will not spend any effort to send them back to the tribe.

Even though he already knew the result of failure, Ling Zhan still felt a pang of pain when he saw the tribesmen who failed the test being taken away by the Mist Clan.

But he knew that he could not change their ending.

Next, he will also usher in a new life and become a reserve external soldier of the Mist Clan. After

a short rest for a few days, they were led by a member of the Mist Clan in a black robe to step into the gray fog and fly to the end of the world.

Five days later, Ling Zhan arrived at the destination of this trip.

A small town full of historical atmosphere.

Through the narration of the elder who protected the Mist, Ling Zhan learned that this was a small border town and one of the external battlefields of the Mist Clan.

The land here is deeply buried with many precious resources, and some people have even dug out ancient magic weapons from the ground.

However, the Mist Clan has many battlefields and cannot divide its troops, so it has not completely occupied this place.

There are also several powerful races nearby that are competing with the Mist Clan for the ownership of this place.

After that, they will receive cruel training here, and the final result will either be death or becoming an external soldier guarding here.

After entering the city, Ling Zhan and other pre-selected warriors were arranged to stay.

In the following days, Ling Zhan and other Misty Clan's external warriors ushered in brutal training.

Ling Zhan seemed to be a natural warrior, and he could grit his teeth and hold on even in the most brutal training.

Here he enjoyed the cultivation resources that the tribe dared not even dream of, and the warriors of the Misty Clan personally taught them the powerful body-building exercises.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Ling Zhan had become the strongest reserve warrior in this border town.

During this period, there were constant pre-selected warriors who could not bear the pressure and were killed.

But Ling Zhan survived the whole process, and his strength grew rapidly, and he was no longer the same as before.

When the last day of training ended, Ling Zhan met the mayor of this border town and knelt down to accept the honor of an external warrior.

After leaving the training camp, he officially joined the external corps and met many predecessors of the Psychic Clan.

From childhood to now, he spent more than ten years to finally realize his dream. He

also completed the identity cross-level. From

then on, he will not be under the jurisdiction of the Psychic Clan, but a member of the Misty Clan, and his status is above the Psychic Clan leader.

Ling Zhan is full of hope for the future.

Thinking of the years of conquests to expand territory for the Mist Tribe, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. Time flies.     Eight years passed in

the blink of an eye .     At this time, Ling Zhan was already a veteran of the border town.     Over the years, he had experienced cruel battlefield killings and faced life-and-death crises several times, but he survived.     The idea of ​​fighting for the Mist Tribe never wavered in his heart.     His sense of belonging to the Psychic Tribe also decreased during this period.     He felt that he was a member of the Mist Tribe, not a humble and weak Psychic Tribe, and he didn't even want to return to the barren tribe. The sense     of belonging to the Mist Tribe made him extremely brave on the battlefield, and he made many military exploits during this period.     He was received by the city lord many times for his achievements, and was awarded resources and honors.     He also successfully obtained many promotions in the external legion and had his own subordinates.     This day, Ling Zhan was training soldiers, but heard heavy thunder coming from a distance.     As if by reflex, he immediately roared orders to the soldiers, then rushed back to the room, picked up the battle blade, and led his soldiers to the gathering place.     The soldiers in the border town quickly assembled like young swallows returning to their nests.     Then, under the leadership of the city lord, they reorganized their troops and headed towards the resource battlefield. After     several hours of galloping, they arrived at the battlefield.     The ground of the resource battlefield was shaking, and streams of light continued to gush out from the ground.     A new round of resource gushing began.

This was once a battlefield in ancient times. A large number of ancient resources and weapons were buried underground, and even ancient magic weapons appeared.

There are many such resource sites in the entire second floor of the Spirit Realm.

The war town where Ling Zhan is located was built for this resource site.

When the thunder sounded, it indicated that a new round of war had begun.

In order to snatch the resources and magic weapons gushing out from the ground, the battlefield was instantly filled with shouts and shouts, and warriors from hostile tribes came in droves, raising their weapons and charging.

The battlefield was like a meat grinder, and lives continued to fall in order to snatch resources.

After years of conquest, Ling Zhan had long adapted to the cruelty of the battlefield. He led his subordinates to launch a fearless charge towards the resources wrapped in streamers.

"For the glory of the Mist Clan!"

While roaring, Ling Zhan took the lead and rushed into the enemy group, swinging his battle blade wantonly.

This battle lasted for several days.

In the fierce battle, Ling Zhan was unfortunately injured, but fortunately he saved his life. In the end, he dragged his tired body back to the war town with the rare resources he had snatched.

Due to Ling Zhan's outstanding performance, he was received by the city lord again.

Seeing that he was seriously injured, the city lord even healed him personally, and then sent a large amount of healing resources and cultivation resources.

This touched Ling Zhan very much, and his sense of belonging to the Mist Clan became stronger.

But the turning point of fate soon came.

The frequency of resources gushing out from the battlefield has increased recently, and the War Town is in urgent need of troops to replenish, so the city lord sent a request for help to the Mist King City.

Since a group of external soldiers were recently transferred to other battlefields, the elders in charge of external wars in the Mist transferred a group of Mist Clan soldiers to the War Town to replace the missing soldiers.

After they arrived, Ling Zhan found that his treatment had changed.

The best resources in the city belonged to the Mist Clan warriors, and they could only use the resources left by the Mist Clan warriors.

The city lord once told him that he was already a member of the Mist Clan.

But after the Mist Clan warriors arrived, he clearly felt that he was treated differently.

In this regard, Ling Zhan chose to try to adjust his emotions and comfort himself.

He thought that as long as he continued to prove his worth, he would be treated the same as a formal member of the Mist Clan. There was no difference between them, and they were all expanding the territory for the future of the Mist Clan.

But soon, something happened that changed Ling Zhan's mind.

Another wave of resources erupted.

This time the movement was particularly huge, and resources emerged everywhere.

Ling Zhan went to the battlefield with the Lord of the Mist Clan.

The brutality of this battle was far greater than before.

Due to his outstanding performance in recent years, Ling Zhan has become a thorn in the eyes of many hostile forces. In this battle, the enemy set up an ambush to besiege him.

Surrounded by enemies, Ling Zhan did not hesitate to ask for help from the members of the Lord of the Mist Clan.

However, in the face of his request for help, the Lord of the Mist Clan, who was snatching the ancient magic weapon, was unwilling to pay attention to him and continued to lead the members of the Mist Clan to snatch treasures.

Realizing that Ling Zhan had been abandoned by the Lord of the City, the subordinate soldiers who originally wanted to rescue him also left one after another.

At this time, the only ones who were still fighting hard to save him were the two tribesmen who had become the external soldiers with him at the beginning, and the other new recruits of the Psychic Clan who joined later.

The battle ended, Ling Zhan was lucky enough to survive, but it was no different from being dead.

His arms were cut off and he fell in a pool of blood.

All the psychic tribe members around him died in order to save him, and he was the only one who was still alive.

Looking at the Mist Tribe medical soldiers wandering around in the war, no one cared about his dying life, and Ling Zhan's heart was pierced.

He suddenly understood one thing, that foreigners are foreigners after all, even if he was wearing the skin of the Mist Tribe, he was still a foreigner after all, and he would never be recognized by the Mist Tribe from the bottom of his heart.

As his life kept passing away, he looked up at the sky.

He knew that his life was completely over. Even if he didn't die, he had no future because he had lost his value.

Facing the Mist Tribe medical who came to rescue him at the last moment, he looked calm:

"I have lost my value, let me die on the battlefield."

The battlefield medical soldier glanced at Ling Zhan's scarred body, nodded calmly, and then chose to leave.

Before he died, Ling Zhan didn't even see the city lord who had personally treated him.

A new round of natural disaster storms in the resource area is about to hit, and warriors from all tribes are leaving at this time, including the Mist Tribe.

Looking at the sky that keeps changing colors before the natural disaster comes, Ling Zhan roars hysterically at the sky.

He finally understands one thing, that the glory given by the Mist Tribe is fake, and the Mist Tribe has never been his home.

At this time, he thought of those tribesmen who fought for him.

Lying in the blood and corpses, Ling Zhan began to cough constantly, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly hated the education in the tribe, and hated those elders who taught him since childhood that the Mist Tribe is the future, and they misled him.

The Psychic Tribe is his true home.

It's just that he didn't understand this truth until he died.

The natural disaster storm rolled up countless corpses, tore everything into powder, and gradually approached.

Ling Zhan closed his eyes at this time, waiting for death to come.

The natural disaster storm stirred up mud and sand as it moved forward, and suddenly a golden light appeared from it, and then flew towards Ling Zhan at a very fast speed.

After the silent collision, a golden leaf shadow suddenly appeared on Ling Zhan's forehead.

Feeling something was wrong with his body, Ling Zhan opened his eyes immediately.

He saw countless images flashing before his eyes, and at the same time, the golden leaf mark on his forehead became clearer.

But Ling Zhan ignored the changes in his body and closed his eyes again.

At this time, the natural disaster storm was approaching, and the entire resource battlefield was about to be shrouded in the natural disaster. He had no way to escape.

At the critical moment of life and death, a space vortex suddenly appeared beside Ling Zhan.

Feeling the fluctuations in space, Ling Zhan opened his eyes immediately, and immediately found a chubby little boy with a schoolbag walking out of the space vortex.

"Who?" Ling Zhan asked immediately.

"My name is Mo, and I'm here to discuss business."

This chapter is just the foreplay, and the next part is the main point.