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Moving on, a rusted stone tablet appeared in front of Feng Qi.

They stopped before the stone monument.

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

"After here, the front is the first layer of the Holy Spirit's consciousness library. Every star you see is a piece of knowledge and memory inheritance."

Saying that, Hei Xuan turned his gaze to the stone tablet, and a look of respect appeared in his eyes:

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

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

When the finger touched the stone tablet, Hei Xuan's golden mark on the forehead of Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist flashed light and began to receive information.

The world in front of them began to collapse and twist.

A heavy sense of history blows in front of you, and countless broken pictures are constantly passing in front of your eyes, and finally spliced in front of your eyes.

When everything in front of them became clear, their sight appeared on a slightly barren plain...

On the plains, a group of young boys were following a burly man in physical training.

Each of them was dripping with sweat, but their eyes were firm and they gritted their teeth.

One of them was a boy of about seven or eight years old who seemed to work very hard. During training, he strived for perfection in every movement, and cooperated with the breathing method to spread the aura from his mouth and nose throughout his body.

After several hours of training, everyone dispersed with the burly man shouting, and a boy who was only about seven or eight years old took the initiative to come to the burly man and began to ask about the problems found in the training.

Facing the little boy's question, the burly man answered carefully.

When the answer was over and the little boy was about to leave, the burly man suddenly stopped the little boy:

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

The little boy known as Ling Zhan turned his head at this moment, smiled and said:

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

Hearing the little boy's answer, a thoughtful look appeared on the burly man's face, but he did not continue to say anything.

The little boy known as Ling Zhan stepped forward and ran towards the direction where the smoke was rising in the distance, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

As an affiliate of the Misty Clan, members of the new generation of the Psionic Clan like him have only three options in the future.

First, staying in the clan and doing nothing, may become the blood food of the mist clan someday in the future.

Second, become a hard labor who helps the Misty tribe to dig and transport resources in various areas.

Third, become a foreign warrior of the Misty Tribe and gain the recognition of the Misty Tribe.

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

He grows up in a daze, and when he gets older, he is likely to become the blood food of the Misty Clan.

The treatment of the second article is slightly better, but the future is equally miserable. Many special resources have extremely strong radiation damage. In the long run, the body will corrode and fester. At that time, it will definitely be abandoned by the Misty Clan and wait for a miserable death.

Article 3 treats the best.

As long as you can become an external warrior of the Misty Clan, you can be recognized by the Misty Clan, but the future is equally dangerous. You need to go to the battlefield for the interests of the Misty Clan, and you may die in battle at any time.

What Lingzhan wanted was the third way, to become an external warrior of the Misty Clan.

Just trying to get to this point is not easy.

Competing with him is not only the new generation members of the clan, but also other affiliated forces of the mist clan.

This is a thorny road that goes beyond the ranks, and only true geniuses are qualified to complete the final leap.

But Ling Zhan has confidence in himself and is full of expectations for the future.

That night, the mother mashed the plants collected in the morning and boiled them into medicinal liquid, wiped the whole body for Lingzhan, nourished his body, and repaired the muscles torn due to high-intensity training.

Every day in the future, Ling Zhan continued to increase the training intensity for himself.

A few months later, in the intrclan competition, Ling Zhan stood out among the new generation and became the well-deserved strongest in the new generation.

But Ling Zhan was not 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 the psionic people, and all the psionic members have high hopes for whether Ling Zhan can become an external warrior of the mist tribe.

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

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Zhan has grown into a youthful appearance, with solid muscles, sharp eyes, and an air of confidence emanating from his body.

The recruitment of potential warriors from the Mist Tribe is imminent, Ling Zhan and more than 100 teenagers representing the strongest new generation of the Psionic Tribe headed towards the Mist King City with enough food.

In order to protect the safety of the teenagers in the clan, the senior members of the psionic clan even formed a top-level mutual group to **** them to the foggy city.

This road is windy and sleepy, but the closer you get to the destination, the more excited the young people of the psionic race are.

Finally, when they crossed the rolling hills, the magnificent buildings appeared in sight.

The huge city stretches and is connected to the skyline. There is no end to it at a glance. The thick gray fog covers the sky above the city. There is a "rumbling" sound during the surging, and the magnificent and majestic momentum can be clearly felt even from a distance.

Seeing the misty king city under the gray fog, the teenagers shouted excitedly.

That is the other side of their hearts, the place where dreams are born.

Ling Zhan, like other teenagers in the clan, clenched his fists and shouted towards the misty king city.

After a short stop, they quickened their pace.

Finally came to the foggy city before the blood moon fell.

At this time, I can feel the grandeur of this royal city more clearly.

The towering city wall in front of it is like a recumbent giant beast, so that the momentum of the world swept the four directions.

After arriving here, the **** group obviously could no longer move forward. They said goodbye to the rookies in the clan such as Ling Zhan, and then turned back the same way.

Ling Zhan led the rookie clansmen not far from the city gate, knelt on his knees under the watchful eyes of the fog guards, and began to worship according to the rules.

After eighty-one kowtows in succession, Ling Zhan led the rookie clansmen to stand up and came to the city gate, explaining the purpose of his visit.

After the Mist warriors guarding the city checked their identities, they led them into the city.

The prosperity in the city shocked the members of the new generation of the psionic family, such as Ling Zhan, who had never stepped out of the clan, and they were even more looking forward to the promotion of foreign warriors.

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

At this time, many foreign warriors of the new generation had arrived in the camp ahead of schedule, and they were not good at the arrival of Ling Zhan and others.

Glancing at the members of the new generation of foreigners, Ling Zhan was filled with endless fighting spirit.

He knew that if he wanted to be successfully promoted to an outsider warrior valued by the Misty Clan, the new generation members of these other clans would be the next competitors.

After being arranged to live in, they enjoyed the spiritual ingredients that the clan was reluctant to eat.

Such days lasted for a week, and the recruitment of foreign warriors was officially opened.

A ring made of gray fog appeared in the center of the camp, and then this became their battlefield. Whether they could be promoted or not would be completely determined by their strength.

Under the arrangement of the Misty Clan, Ling Zhan and the members of the new generation within the clan set foot on the gray fog arena again and again like an assembly line, and started a one-on-one fight with the new generation warriors of other tribes.

This process is extremely cruel.

As long as you are in the ring, there are no rules, and the best way to beat your opponent is to kill your opponent.

Seeing that clan members were being killed constantly, Ling Zhan was also saddened by this.

But the death of the tribe also aroused his desire to win. Like a tireless fighter, he was arranged to play again and again, and then stepped on different opponents under his feet.

The competition lasted for a month.

Only three people from the psychic clan where Lingzhan was located passed the test, and the rest of the clan were either dead or disabled.

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

Even though he already knew the result of the failure, when he saw that the clansmen who failed the test were taken away by the mist clan, Ling Zhan still felt a tingling in his heart.

But he knew he couldn't change their ending.

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

After a short rest for a few days, they were led by a member of the Misty Clan in black robes onto the gray fog and flew to the end of the world.

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

A small town full of history.

Through the remarks of the elders of the guardian mist, Ling Zhan learned that this is a small border town, and it is one of the external battlefields of the mist tribe.

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

However, there are many battlefields of the Misty Race, and they cannot distinguish their troops, so they have not completely occupied this place.

There are also several powerful races nearby that are vying for the right to belong here with the Mist.

After that, they will undergo brutal training here, and the final result will either die or become the foreign soldiers guarding here.

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

In the days that followed, Ling Zhan and other Mist warriors ushered in brutal training.

Ling Zhan is like a natural warrior, even if he is brutally trained, he can sustain it through gritted teeth.

Here, he enjoyed the cultivation resources that the clan did not dare to expect, and even the warriors of the mist clan personally taught them the tyrannical exercises.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

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

During this period, pre-selected warriors were continuously killed because they could not bear the pressure.

But the whole process of the spiritual battle has survived, and the strength has grown rapidly, which is already different from the past.

When the last day of training was over, Ling Zhan met the city lord who was in charge of this small border town, and knelt down to accept the honor of being an external soldier.

After leaving the training camp, he officially joined the Outer Legion and met many seniors of the psionic race.

From childhood to now, it took him more than ten years to finally fulfill his dream.

It has completed the leap of identity.

After that, he will not be under the jurisdiction of the psionic clan, but a member of the mist clan, whose status is above the psionic clan leader.

Spiritual warfare is full of hope for the future.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night when he thought of the years of expedition for the Misty Clan in the future.

Years go by like a horse passing by.

Eight years have passed.

At this time, Ling Zhan was already a veteran of the border town.

Over the years, he has experienced brutal battlefield killings, and he has faced life and death crises several times, but he has survived.

The idea of fighting for the Misty Clan never wavered in my heart.

The sense of belonging to the psionic family in the bottom of my heart also decreased during this time.

He felt that he was a member of the Misty Clan, not the humble and weak Psionic Clan, and he didn't even want to return to the barren clan.

His sense of belonging to the Misty Clan made him extremely brave on the battlefield, and he made many military exploits during this period.

He was received many times by the city master for his achievements, and was awarded resources and honors.

He has also successfully been promoted many times in the foreign corps and has his own subordinate soldiers.

Ling Zhan was training soldiers that day, but he heard the sound of heavy rolling thunder coming from a distance.

Like a conditioned reflex, he immediately issued a roaring order to the soldiers, then rushed back to the room to pick up the warblade, and led his subordinate soldiers to the assembly location.

The soldiers in the border town quickly assembled like swallows returning to their nests.

Then, under the leadership of the city lord, they marched towards the resource battlefield after they assembled their army.

After hours of galloping, they came to the battlefield.

I saw that the ground of the resource battlefield trembled, and streamers continued to spew out from the ground.

A new round of resource gushing has begun.

This was once a battlefield in the ancient times, and there were a lot of ancient resources and weapons buried in the ground, and even ancient gods appeared.

There are many such resources in the entire second floor of the spiritual realm.

The small war town where Lingzhan is located was built for this resource land.

When the thunder sounded, it heralded the start of a new round of war.

In order to **** the resources and magical soldiers that spewed out from the ground, the battlefield shouted and killed in an instant, and the soldiers of all hostile races came one after another, raising their weapons and charging.

The battlefield is like a meat grinder, and life is constantly falling for resources.

After many years of expedition, Ling Zhan had already adapted to the cruelty of the battlefield. He led his subordinate soldiers to launch a fearless charge towards the resources wrapped by the streamer.

"For the glory of the Misty Clan!"

During the roar, Ling Zhan took the lead and rushed into the enemy group, waving the war blade recklessly.

The battle lasted for several days.

In the fierce battle, Ling Zhan was unfortunately injured, and he simply saved his life. Finally, he dragged his exhausted body and returned to the war town with the rare resources that he had robbed.

Due to his outstanding performance in Spiritual Warfare, he was once again received by the city master.

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

This made Ling Zhan very moved, and he felt a stronger sense of belonging to the Misty Clan in his heart.

But the turning point of fortune soon came.

Recently, the frequency of resources spewing on the battlefield has increased, and the war town is in urgent need of reinforcements, so the city owner sent a request to the mist king city for help.

Since a group of foreign soldiers were recently transferred to other battlefields, the elders in charge of the external wars of the mist this time transferred a group of mist warriors to the war town to replace the missing soldiers.

After their arrival, Ling Zhan found that his treatment had changed.

The best resources in the city belong to the mist warriors, and they can only use the remaining resources selected by the mist warriors.

The city owner once told him that he was already a member of the Misty Clan.

But after the arrival of the mist warriors, he clearly felt that they were treated differently.

In this regard, Lingzhan chose to work hard to regulate his emotions and comfort himself.

He feels that as long as he continues to prove his worth, he will be able to receive the same treatment as the official members of the Misty Clan. There is no difference between everyone, and they are all for the sake of the future of the Misty Clan.

But soon, something happened that changed the mind of Spiritual Warfare.

Another resource gushing wave broke out.

This time, the movement is particularly huge, and the resources are emerging.

Ling Zhan went to the battlefield together with the mister city lord.

The ferocity of this battle was far greater than before.

Due to his outstanding performance over the years, Spiritual Warfare has become a thorn in the side of many hostile forces. In this war, the enemy set up an ambush to besiege him.

Being surrounded by heavy siege, Ling Zhan chose to ask for help from the members of the Mist City Lord without hesitation.

However, in the face of his request for help, the city lord who was robbing the ancient gods didn't care at all, and continued to lead the members of the Misty tribe to **** treasures.

Realizing that Ling Zhan had been abandoned by the city lord, the subordinate soldiers who originally wanted to rescue all also left.

At this time, the only people who were still struggling to save him were the two clansmen who had become external soldiers with him at the beginning, and the other psionic recruits who joined later.

The battle ended, and Ling Zhan was lucky not to die, but it was no different from death.

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

The psionic people around him all died in order to save him, and he was the only one alive.

Looking at the mist clan medics who were wandering in the war, but no one cared about his life-threatening self, Ling Zhan felt a pain in his heart.

He suddenly understood one thing, foreigners are foreigners after all, even if he puts on the skin of the Misty Clan, he is still a foreigner after all, and he will never be recognized by the Misty Clan from the bottom of his heart.

Life goes on, and he looks up at the sky.

He knows that his life is completely over, and even if he doesn't die, he has no future if he loses his value.

Facing the Mist medical treatment who came to rescue him at the end, he looked calm:

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

The battlefield medic swept across Ling Zhan's scarred body, nodded calmly, and then chose to leave.

Before he died, Ling Zhan couldn't even see the city lord who healed him in person.

A new round of natural disaster storms in the resource land is about to strike, and all the warriors of all ethnic groups are leaving at this time, including the Misty Clan.

Looking at the sky that was changing colors before the natural disaster, Ling Zhan let out a hysterical roar to the sky.

He finally understood one thing, the glory given by the Misty Clan was all fake, and the Misty Clan was never his destination.

At this time, he thought of the people who fought for him.

Lying in the **** corpse, Ling Zhan began to cough continuously, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly hated the education within the clan, and hated those elders who had taught him that the Misty Clan was the future. They misled him.

The psionic family is his true destination.

It's just this truth that he didn't understand until he was about to die.

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

Ling Zhan closed his eyes at this moment and waited for death to come.

As the natural disaster storm moved forward, mud and sand were thrown up, and suddenly a golden light appeared from it, and then flew towards the spiritual battle at an extremely fast speed.

After the silent impact ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ling Zhan's forehead suddenly appeared a golden leaf phantom.

Ling Zhan, who felt abnormal in his body, immediately opened his eyes.

I saw countless pictures passing by, and at the same time, the golden leaf brand 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 is approaching, and the entire resource battlefield is about to be shrouded in natural disasters, and he has no escape.

At the juncture of life and death, a space whirlpool suddenly appeared beside Ling Zhan.

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

"Who?" Ling Zhan asked immediately.

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

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