Douluo: My Sand Sculpture Player

Chapter 1: Rescued by a Rabbit (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Heaven Dou Empire, Soul Hunting Forest.

Dark clouds shrouded the sky, blocking the bright sunshine. From time to time, snake-like thunder could be seen fleetingly, followed by a "bang" explosion.

In the lush primeval forest, green and vigorous trees can be seen everywhere. The ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the air exudes a mixed smell of fresh earth and putrid leaves.

"Well!"

Yang Ming covered his head, feeling his head hurt.

After slowly getting up from the ground, he looked around and found that he was not in a familiar home, but in an unfamiliar forest with unknown plants everywhere. He was only surprised:

"That's weird, where is this?"

"I clearly remember that last night I stayed up late writing code to enjoy the 996 blessing. Why did I wake up and show up here? Could it be that I was kidnapped?"

"But that's not right. I have no money, no sex, and I don't have a rich father. What are they trying to rob me for?"

Just as Yang Ming was talking to himself, he suddenly found a lot of unfamiliar information appearing in his mind.

Douluo Continent, where soul masters and soul beasts live together...

A soul master who awakened his martial soul at the age of six...

You can obtain soul rings by hunting soul beasts...

A large amount of information emerged, and Yang Mingcai suddenly discovered that he had actually traveled through time and came to Douluo Continent!

His predecessor in time travel, also named Yang Ming, failed to awaken his martial spirit when he was six years old, and was regarded as a waste by the people in the village. It took twelve years, and finally, at the age of eighteen, he could no longer Unable to bear the villagers pointing fingers behind his back, to put it simply, his mentality collapsed, so he ran into the Soul Hunting Forest to seek death, and then...

The predecessor is really dead!

"When I was eighteen years old, I stood like a slave."

Yang Ming looked strange and couldn't help but sing the lyrics of the song "Exaggerated".

"I'm familiar with this plot, a waste material rises?"

"But where is my ring, Grandpa?"

Yang Ming complained as he began to look around for directions, preparing to leave the dangerous soul-hunting forest.

Although in the Douluo Continent, the Soul Hunting Forest is not very dangerous, and the soul beasts that live here are not more than one hundred thousand years old, but for an unarmed ordinary person, even a ten-year-old soul beast still has A huge threat.

The straw sandals feel soft when stepped on the thick leaves.

Yang Ming soon discovered sadly that he was lost.

No matter which direction he walked, the scenery he saw was similar, and the sky was shrouded in black clouds. It was impossible to tell the north, south, east, and west from the direction of the sun, and he couldn't even find a river.

"Grumble~"

At this moment, his stomach sent a hunger signal to Yang Ming, which made him even worse.

Lu Xun said: Misfortunes never come alone, blessings never come in pairs.

Just when Yang Ming was tired and hungry and could hardly walk, there was a stirring in the bushes and grass ahead.

"Rustling! Rustling!"

Then, under Yang Ming's horrified gaze, a wild boar jumped out of the bushes.

This wild boar is much larger than the ordinary wild boars that Yang Ming has seen in the past. It is as black as ink, with rough and tough pig skin, and its four legs are thick and powerful. The most bizarre thing is that this wild boar has a lot of growth on its back. It has ferocious barbs, each of which is as thick as a child's arm, just like an enlarged version of a hedgehog.

This is a soul beast that has been cultivated for 15 years, a needle-threading wild boar.

One person, one pig.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to appear in the air.

Oh, that was not the spark of love across species, but the spark of hatred between humans and soul beasts that had been enmity for thousands of years.

Human soul masters have been hunting soul beasts to obtain soul rings for many years. Most soul beasts naturally regard humans as their life and death enemies.

This has nothing to do with good and evil, it is just a matter of survival and death of two races.

So, the next moment, two streams of white smoke suddenly spurted out from the nostrils of the needle-threading beast, and its eyes were stained with scarlet red of hatred. Amidst a burst of beast's roar, it stepped forward with four hooves and launched a death charge towards Yang Ming fiercely!

The hook-shaped white tusks at both ends of the lips are half a meter long, and the tops of the tusks are sharp and sharp. It can be imagined that once the pair of wild boar tusks penetrate the body, it will definitely be fatal. In the ending, even the corpse will be hung on the fangs and die with eyes open!

"Dangerous!"

The suffocating feeling of death followed him like a shadow. Yang Ming only felt a chill spreading from his spine to his mind, and then he turned around and ran away unceremoniously!

What a joke, if you don’t run away, are you going to flatter the second senior brother?

Oh, it’s just for patting pig farts.

It’s not uncommon for people!

One person and one pig, one escaping and the other chasing, the speed of life and death is staged.

However, Yang Ming was just an extremely ordinary human being, and he quickly fell into a disadvantage in this speed competition.

Hearing the sound of pig hooves coming from behind getting closer and closer, Yang Ming became desperate. When he saw a century-old tree in front of him that was as thick as a five-person hug, he jumped up in a few steps without any intention of stopping. The moment he hugged the tree trunk with his hands, perhaps the life and death crisis stimulated his physical potential, and he climbed onto a branch as nimbly as a monkey.

The needle-threading wild boar had no time to brake and crashed into the trunk of a big tree.

"boom!"

The sudden impact caused the entire tree to shake violently, almost throwing Yang Ming off the branch.

What made Yang Ming even more uneasy was that he heard a "click" from the tree trunk, which meant that under this impact, the big tree could not withstand the impact of the needle-threading wild boar!

Seeing a crack opening on the tree trunk, the Needle Boar shook its head, which was a little dizzy from the collision, and retreated a certain distance with its four hooves. The pig's hooves were digging the soil in place, its front body was low, and its hind limbs were tense, as if it was about to start again. Impact.

With the strength of this big tree, even if it can withstand one or two impacts from the Needle Boar, it will definitely not be able to withstand three impacts. Then Yang Ming will be in trouble!

Yang Ming hugged the tree trunk with both hands, trembling with fear.

"Oh my god, am I going to die gloriously under the impact of a wild boar just after crossing the Douluo Continent, and win the title of the fastest death traveler?"

Even though we have reached this critical moment, Yang Ming still has time to complain.

Just as the needle-threading wild boar was preparing for the next round of impact, a cute little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the bushes and grass. It looked almost like an ordinary rabbit.

However, after such a seemingly harmless rabbit appeared, the needle-threading wild boar actually changed its brave attitude just now. It was so frightened that its four hooves trembled and it even let out a "woo-woo" as if begging for mercy. sound.

The little rabbit stood up and made some gestures. The needle-threading wild boar was relieved and ran away without looking back.

Yang Ming was instantly shocked.

I was actually saved by a rabbit?

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(This book is a slow read. You can also read my other two books with more than two million words, namely Naruto: The Great Gourmet and Douluo: The Meme-Making Lottery System)

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