Chapter 2 Bloody Morning The strong wind rolled up the black waves and hit the ship's board hard.
The old cement transport ship creaked and groaned, as if it might break apart at any time.
Fishy white water foam overflowed on the deck.
Except for a dim light in the cockpit, there were no ghosts on the ship.
Huge waves came one after another, and the ship advanced ten feet, but was pushed back eight feet.
Amidst the miserable groan of the hull, this determined old ship slowly moved towards an unnamed beach in England.
Several crew members secretly lifted up a cover plate on the deck that looked like an ordinary piece of iron.
They carefully grasped the surrounding objects and sighed sincerely: "God bless, this is such a good weather."
A bearded sailor brought out a spotlight and sent out a series of signals to the distant coast.
Immediately, several responding lights came from the opposite side.
The bearded crewman was relieved and praised: "God, this time The money is safe again.
I will definitely regret it when I go back.
After another ten years, I will retire and stop doing this smuggling business. " On the bottom floor of the cabin, bypassing a pile of tightly packed cement bags, more than 30 people were crowded into a small space of about 40 square meters.
Yi Chenzi had a dim face.
No, Yi Chen was holding back now.
With the desire to vomit, he sat cross-legged firmly in the inner corner, frantically condensing Qi according to the master's mental method again and again.
The Dantian was still empty, and the damaged meridians were filled with heartbreaking pain.
Yi Chen's eyes were blood red, his hands were pinched into mudras, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.
Unfortunately, it had no effect at all.
After going down the mountain, Yi Chen was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
He knew nothing but practicing Taoism.
He wandered around Guangxi and met smugglers who were smuggling into the country.
Without thinking about it, Yi Chen believed what they said.
The boat rocked up and down a few more times, and Yi Chen felt a sense of discomfort in his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of yellow water, which happened to land on a man in front of him.
The man didn't say anything.
Everyone came here like this along the way, and no one was cleaner than others.
As for the disgusting smell of the spit out yellow water, anyway, the stench in the air can already make a normal person faint, so adding a little bit won't be a big deal.
A crew member walked in holding his nose and shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, you bastards, come out quickly, we will take you ashore...Ah, Britain full of gold has arrived."
This man The crew member was still able to use some unfamiliar Mandarin to make fun of these people and snakes.
He also felt very proud and couldn't help but laugh "hehehehe" a few times.
Yi Chen stopped, and had nothing to carry.
Anyway, he signed the prostitution contract, and the forged ID card was taken away by the snakeheads.
The work was arranged by the snakeheads, and he didn't have any luggage or property, so he directly The first one who stood up and stepped on the arms, thighs, stomachs and heads of others walked out.
Walking to the deck, the cold and biting wind and rain made Yi Chen shiver all over.
The true energy was destroyed, and the body that had been trained before had begun to gradually degenerate due to the loss of the moisture of the true energy, and gradually became the level of an ordinary person.
After all, he had not truly been reborn.
At this moment, Yi Chen was almost in the cold wind and rain.
He fell down with cramps all over his body.
Several crew members wearing life jackets came over, grabbed Yi Chen and threw him out of the deck.
Several people on the small rubber boat below caught Yi Chen and laid him on the bottom of the boat as if they were throwing garbage, and they didn't bother to care.
He was dead or alive.
In the Tianxing Sect now, it should be the time for the disciples to gather their star power, right?
Yi Chen doesn't have the concept of time zones at this moment.
It's already dawn in China.
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Under the protection of the Armillary Sky Liangyi Formation, others can't find the mountain gate of the Tianxing Sect.
In this way It's impossible for the cold wind and rain to penetrate.
The corners of Yi Chen's eyes were sore, and tears mixed with the rain flowed down his face.
Several big feet stepped hard on Yi Chen's body, and several smugglers were sent down again.
Yi Chen yelled in his heart: "I'm not convinced, I will definitely go back, I will definitely...
Why, why, why did I do something wrong?
I didn't enter the forbidden area intentionally, am I not required to patrol the back mountain every day?
Is it wrong for me to fly quietly across the forbidden area?"
The rubber boat was heading towards the shore with difficulty.
A big wave came and the rubber boat was thrown up violently.
Several rowing crew members clung to the ropes on the boat, and an unlucky man-snake was caught in it.
In the angry sea.
A crew member yelled: "Sit down, sit down, or you will end up like him..."
No one came to save him, so the life of a man and a snake doesn't matter.
Yi Chen clenched his fists tightly, and the figures of Tian Xinzi and Tian Fengzi were all circling in his mind.
The originally kind elders of the sect, now Yi Chen thought of them as ferocious and terrifying as the devil.
The rubber boat finally got close to the shore, and a dozen people in black raincoats rushed into the sea.
They grabbed the man and snake on it and threw it into the container truck on the shore.
Yi Chen got into the container truck in a daze.
As soon as his body touched a solid ground, he immediately crossed his legs, made his hand seals, and began to do pointless exercises and energy condensation.
A man in black who pulled them into the car looked at Yi Chen's posture, shook his head and cursed: "Damn it, another one who got off on practicing martial arts.
Damn it, are people who practice cults so popular now?"
Another man in black muttered: "Damn it, look at him, he is quite strong, and he is a good coolie anyway.
As long as he can make us money."
After picking up all the smugglers, except for four people who fell into the angry sea and disappeared, the others were crowded into two tightly closed container trucks and drove quickly towards London under the cover of night.
Yi Chen has a strong body, and his job is to carry iron blocks for this underground hardware processing factory.
Each piece of iron weighs nearly 200 kilograms, and he carries more than 50 pieces of iron every day.
Even though Yi Chen's body was a little stronger than that of ordinary people, he still couldn't withstand such intense labor.
Coupled with eating too little, he saw that his body was getting weaker day by day.
From the beginning of carrying a piece by one person to Two people lifted one piece.
Late at night three months later, Yi Chen continued to practice cross-legged exercises on his floor.
The surroundings were filled with star power.
Yi Chen could clearly sense them, but Yi Chen could not use them at all.
Yi Chen's body could not mobilize even a breath to attract their arrival.
Yi Chen went crazy and meditated, looked inward, guided, and raised his Qi according to his master's instructions. . .
Perhaps Yi Chen's talent was too high.
When Tian Xinzi destroyed his cultivation, he did not cut off the origin of his true energy.
Yi Chen gradually felt a trace of true energy escaping from somewhere in his Dantian.
Yi Chen was overjoyed and carefully began to guide this negligible amount of true energy to circulate.
However, just as he grasped this trace of true energy, a huge force of star power rushed in, knocking away the trace of true energy that Yi Chen had worked so hard to bring up.
Yi Chen was desperate.
This was clearly the True Essence Lock placed on him by the elders of his sect, a last resort to prevent him from still relying on his tyrannical body to act unscrupulously even though he had lost his True Essence Power.
Since that day, Yi Chen lived like a zombie, his body gradually unable to withstand the double blow of spirit and body, and gradually collapsed.
Another month later, Yi Chen lost his hand while lifting a piece of iron, and the heavy iron ingot broke one of the co-worker's feet.
The panicked Yi Chen found the boss of the workshop and begged: "Boss, please give me some wages and let Xiao Huang go and check the injury.
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Please."
The owner of the workshop lit a low-quality cigarette and roared viciously: "He deserves it for his broken leg, a bunch of Chinese pigs.
Damn it, I gave each of the smugglers fifteen thousand pounds, and you earned this back for me."
Money?
You dead pig?
, Damn it, throw that kid out, he can die however he wants, you can continue to work.
Damn it, you don’t have a legal ID, will the hospital register you?
You idiot, the British medical system will not do this to you. people see a doctor.”
Several thugs kicked Yi Chen out of the boss's room and gave him a good beating.
Yi Chen didn't understand anything at all, but he understood the boss's unwillingness to pay.
Xiao Huang was thrown out and thrown into a sewer in the suburbs.
Before leaving, the thugs gave his head a steel pipe.
Of course, no one except the coroner of Scotland Yard cared about his life or death.
Seven days later, Yi Chen, who was mentally and physically exhausted, completely collapsed.
Seeing that he was dying, the boss, who was afraid that someone would die in his workshop and be contaminated with bad luck, ordered someone to throw him out.
Yi Chen was thrown into a river bend covered by trees in the suburbs.
One of the thugs tried to break his head, but another man stopped him: "Forget it, Johnny, save some strength, he is almost dead.
You haven't eaten for three days...
Are you still afraid that he will get up and seek revenge?
Hahahaha, save your energy to find a girl at night."
Several thugs laughed wildly and drove away, leaving Yi Chen lying on the beach like a dead dog, half of his body soaked in the water.
Yi Chen's blank eyes looked at the stars in the sky, familiar stars that had been turning around like this for eternity, meticulously, and not changing for a moment. . .
Yi Chen stared blankly at the rise and fall of the stars.
After two days, he was already approaching the underworld, and there was only a breath of hot air in his mouth and nose.
Gradually, the things that Yi Chen had been doing crazily in recent days reminded Yi Chen, who was about to die, once again habitually mentioned it.
A faint trace of innate vitality emerged from the Dantian, and a new cycle gradually started.
The huge star power still rushed out, destroying the weak vitality.
Yi Chen looked at the stars in the sky and instinctively took the true energy from his master's elders to seal him as his own strength.
With his thoughts, he forcibly included him in his past cycle.
Yi Chen's body was shaken, and a stream of true energy had poured into the channels where his star power had been operating in the past, and it started to operate familiarly.
The nearby star power cheered and rushed into this body that was extremely accustomed to them.
Under the leadership of that true energy, the spring breeze turned into rain and nourished Yi Chen's dying body.
Yi Chen was like a piece of dry land.
After coming into contact with the water source, he began to crazily absorb the power of these stars that could save his life.
Wisps of faint silver mist gathered towards this bend of the river and poured into Yi Chen's body.
Yi Chen's shriveled muscles that had begun to shrink slowly expanded, and his dry skin slowly glowed with a silvery, inhuman luster. . .
Is it really destiny?
For anyone else, after the true energy is destroyed, since they can't activate their true energy again, then the power used by Tian Xinzi and others to seal him will not be touched.
He will only quietly watch over Yi Chen and let him live as a normal person.
But after all, Yi Chen is a monster with far more talent than the so-called genius.
He can still produce the faintest trace of true energy.
Under the guidance of the energy, these forces that come out to suppress are suppressed by Yi Chen, who no longer knows whether he is dead or alive.
He randomly introduced his own circulation veins, and the true energy from the same source rushed into the meridians that ran according to the same mental method, causing the current miracle. . .
Everything can only be explained by miracles.
Relying on the river water around him, Yi Chen survived three days.
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After three days, he had recovered most of his energy, and there was a weak but genuine true energy running in his body.
He stood up with a roar and punched The blast shattered a dozen large trees nearby.
After escaping from death and getting a chance to regain his strength, Yi Chen's beliefs in his heart have changed a lot.
The Yi Chenzi who was devoted to the Taoism on Mount Emei was a bit too tough and ruthless, but he had a simple nature.
Completely gone.
The experiences of these days gradually shaped the future underworld boss Yi Chen.
After unceremoniously robbing a few passing British people and searching all their wallets, Yi Chen found a place to stay in London's Chinatown and began to try his best to regain his strength while taking a break from the previous period.
The body almost collapsed.
Two months later, the hardware workshop suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night.
The boss and more than 20 thugs all had their necks broken and their bones shattered to death.
What surprised the people at Scotland Yard was that one of their All the thighs were smashed down with steel pipes, and they could only explain this problem with: "cult ritual."
Yi Chen walked slowly along the dark, remote alleys in the old city of London, his heart filled with vicious murderous intentions. . .
Haha, the teacher kicked me out. . .
Haha, Lord Yama actually didn’t accept me either. . .
Hahahahahaha, what kind of bullshit monks are not allowed to attack mortals?
What monks must cultivate their minds and cultivate their nature and pursue the way of heaven.
Damn it, I killed so many people and set off a wildfire.
Why doesn’t God punish me?
It turns out that God, you are here too.
Fart Can't I live without you, Tianxing Sect?
I'm alive again. . .
After leaving Mount Emei, can I not be an adult?
Then, let you see if I can be a normal person.
Immortal people have abandoned me, so what's wrong with me even if I become a demon?
First, you monks are not allowed to kill people, so I will kill people specifically to show you. . .
Isn't there some bullshit underworld?
I just joined the underworld and made a name for myself. . .
A string of deep, miserable breaths attracted the attention of Yi Chen, who was filled with murderous intent.
He slowly walked towards an alley in Xiejili.
A thin young man with fiery red hair was struggling on the ground.
Beside him , several people in strange black robes were twisting and struggling on the ground, and on the young man's handsome face, there was a deep sword mark that almost split his head, and the blood was like a stream.
Came out.
Yi Chen squatted gently beside him and asked him coldly in halting English: "Do you want to die or live?"
The young man's eyes gleamed with vicious hatred, and he used his last bit of strength to shout crazily: "I won't die, I want to live."
Looking at the unconscious young man, Yi Chen murmured to himself, with a cold smile on his lips: "Then, your life belongs to me now
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