He was knocked down again and again, even if the blood was flowing, even if the flesh was cut off one by one, even if the bones were broken one by one, even if the enemy kept making vicious laughs, Meng Xiang still rushed towards the enemy again and again until the enemy completely lost his vigilance.

He suddenly started a attack, and the long sword that had almost followed his life emanated from a cold light, crossed a mysterious trajectory, and slashed hard towards the enemy's chest and abdomen.

The enemy panicked and screamed in surprise, urging the magic weapon of immortals that ordinary people have rare in their lives, and twisted their bodies desperately to avoid the edge. But all his struggles were destined to be futile, and that sword was obtained by him for everything. After that blow, he destroyed both body and spirit, completely disappeared, and did not even have the chance to be reincarnated.

The sword seemed as fast as lightning to others, but it seemed extremely clear to him: every inch of its movement, every trace of arc, every minute of strength, and every inch of air cut by the blade, he could fully sense it, and be able to control it subtly, which was the realm he had been pursuing.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the magic weapon of immortals, which is almost impossible to be destroyed, was torn apart in an instant like paper paste before the blade, without any effect. Then the blade kissed the enemy's body, gentle and lingering, like a lover's blazing embrace. The next moment, the enemy's flesh, bones and internal organs turned into a red blood mist, like a blooming red flower, charming and beautiful.

At the moment when the enemy was shattered, a golden flame emerged from nothingness, wrapping Meng Xiang tightly, and turning into nothingness from his feet to his head in a flash, leaving nothing behind.

What disappeared with his body was still everything he had experienced in the past twenty-seven years: the bitter and happy time of childhood, the grief of the loved ones, the depression, struggle, and depression under the cruel reality...

If he had not seen the scene before the golden flame burned to his head, even though he had too many regrets in his heart, he could still face death calmly. However, after he took all the blow, the enemy did not completely die, leaving behind a soul. Although it was on the verge of collapse, as long as the immortal masters protected him, found a good cauldron and took over the body, he could be reborn.

I was unwilling to give up! A huge amount of hatred surged in Meng Xiang's heart, and finally turned into an almost indestructible obsession: If life can be started again... he was trapped in the terrible and dead darkness.

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Meng Xiang suddenly woke up. Although there was a sharp pain like a needle in his mind, he understood everything almost instantly. The turbid water poured into his throat, making him feel uncomfortable, but his heart was still filled with uncontrollable excitement: Rebirth? I was really reborn!

But he quickly calmed down. If the memory was not wrong, he was now at an important turning point in his life. If he could not seize it, even if he was reborn, he would never have the chance to turn over. Even if a person has the ambition to spread his wings, it would be in vain if he could not break free from the cage that trapped him.

Perhaps it was because after rebirth, the violent indoctrination of memory caused him to be temporarily lost. He was holding a big fish in his arms and there was already sign of breaking free. If he could not find a way, he would escape. And this big fish could not be let go no matter what, and if it ran away, he would lose everything.

Meng Xiang made a quick decision, gritted his teeth, and directly inserted his hand into the big fish's mouth. Although the big fish's mouth was covered with sharp teeth, his hand would be severely damaged with just a slight bite, but he had to do so. This was his only chance to escape from the cage and change his life.

The big fish bit his wrist unexpectedly, but Meng Xiang was not panicked. He used his memory and experience in his previous life to analyze the wounded state of his wrist. Fortunately, he did not hurt the tendons and bones. But even so, the situation was not optimistic. If it could not be treated as soon as possible, it would probably affect the function of his wrist.

What's worse is that since his current body has not been subjected to severe tempering, he cannot adapt well to the physiological reaction of pain. Over time, it may make him unable to control the growing number of big fish in his arms than his body. However, he is not too worried, and the turning point should come soon.

Although Meng Xiang firmly believed that the memory in his mind would not go wrong, he was still a little nervous, worried that the turnaround would come too slowly, but the facts proved that his wrist was redundant. Just after less than three breaths of his breath, an invisible huge force suddenly grabbed his body and pulled him upwards.

He did not resist, but instead put all his energy on the big fish in his arms. He didn't want to fail and let it run away at the last moment.

With a clamor, the water splashed, Meng Xiang and the fish in his arms flew up from the turbid and turbulent river water, crossed twenty feet away, and gently landed on the grass on the shore.

Just as Meng Xiang squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden increase in light, a figure flashed, and a middle-aged man in white clothes and a slightly thin figure appeared in front of him. His eyes stared at the big fish in his hand, and the light flashed like a wealthy mistress saw a mountain of gold and muttered to himself: "Golden-patterned dragon fish? It's actually a golden-patterned dragon fish!"

Meng Xiang's eyes, which had not yet fully recovered from the clear light, had the shadow of the middle-aged man reflected, and his heart was beating involuntarily. At the same time, strange phenomena also occurred on the middle-aged man's body, and his body began to become transparent at an extremely fast speed.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, waved his hand to Meng Xiang, to be precise, to wave to the big fish in his arms. The next moment, the big fish flew directly to him, drilled straight into his sleeve, and disappeared. At this time, the middle-aged man's body was almost completely transparent, and the sun could even pass through his body directly.

A white light flashed, and the middle-aged man soared into the sky and turned into a faint stream of light. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

Meng Xiang was stunned, his eyes full of doubt and despair: Could it be that the memories of his previous life were wrong? It was obvious that the mysterious middle-aged man would pay him after taking the big fish he caught, but why is it gone now?

Just as he was about to fall into real despair, several small black dots suddenly appeared above his head and fell in front of him. There were four things in total: a black brand half a palm-sized, a golden thing with a seed sized as a thumb, a yellow wooden box half an inch and a white paper half a foot square.

A strange light flashed in Meng Xiang's eyes: in the memories of his previous life, he received only two rewards from middle-aged people - black brands and golden seeds. But he didn't think there was anything wrong, and the more rewards the better. Moreover, from his understanding of brands and seeds, the other two can be put together with them, and they should not be waste.

While picking up things, he subconsciously picked up the black sign and the golden seed. However, he did not notice that the blood flowing from his wrist to his palm had penetrated into the seed at an extremely fast speed when it was in contact with the golden seed, and a shallow network-shaped red silk appeared on the surface above it.

But it's no wonder that he was. The golden seeds absorbed blood very quickly, and the network-shaped red silk appeared for a very short time and disappeared in a flash. What's more, there were other more peculiar things that attracted his attention.

Just as Meng Xiang picked up the black sign and golden seeds, a voice suddenly rang out on his head: "Little boy, I took the golden-patterned arowana you caught, but I won't take it in vain. I'll give you four things as rewards. That black sign is an identity certificate, and you can get some gadgets I left behind with it; that seed lets you leave here. As long as you climb up along the rattan it grows, you can reach the place where I store things; that small yellow box is muscle-growing bone cream, which can treat trauma and continue broken bones; as for that piece of paper, it is a prescription, with the names and dosages of some medicinal materials written on it. If you can collect them all, you can burn it into medicine soup and soak it, which will be beneficial to the body, but...haha..."

The last voice seemed to leave a small suspense, but Meng Xiang didn't care. He could feel that the middle-aged man didn't seem to have any malice towards him.

Meng Xiang opened the yellow wooden box. He immediately smelled a quiet fragrance, and just smelled the smell made him clear. Then he looked at the ointment in the box, which was as white as jade, and would be like fresh solidified milk.

He found the clothes thrown by the river, tore off a small strip, wiped the blood on his wrist, picked out a little ointment with his fingertips, and applied it gently and evenly to the wound on his wrist. He immediately felt a chill, and it felt so comfortable. In a blink of an eye, not only did the pain disappear, but the blood completely stopped.

After packing up his good things, Meng Xiang walked towards Longzhao Beach, the village where he lived. Longzhao Beach is a small village near Nulongjiang and with a population of less than 100 households. There are very few worlds and villagers mainly make a living by fishing and hunting.

At this time, Meng Xiang's steps were heavy, his face was no longer as happy as a treasure, and his eyes were filled with deep sadness. If the memories of his previous life were not wrong, today he would have lost the person who was most important to him - a person who had been called the old man since he could speak.

If he hadn't been rescued from the rushing Lieutenant General of the Ryulongjiang, who was still a baby, and had endured the unimaginable illness and raised him, he would have probably become the food for fish and shrimps in the Ryulongjiang.

After slowly walking to a wooden and stone house next to Longzhao Beach, Meng Xiang seemed very hesitant. He was stunned for a while before slowly taking out the key and opening the door.

The moment the door opened, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the table in the middle of the room. However, when he really saw the white paper in his memory, although he was mentally prepared, he still felt as if he had been punched in the chest and his face turned pale as paper.
Chapter completed!