Three feet above the ground, the censer appeared. Within the faint flames, there seemed to be two lines of small words flashing. The gilded gold floated in the air and faintly scattered:

This incense isn't human incense. I'm blessed with a long life..

If he meditates on heaven and earth, he will refine Yin and Yang..

" Corpse Resurrection Incense!?"

Wang Hun was stunned. He saw the mysterious incense burner in front of him burning brightly. It wrapped around the Soul Slaying Nail and seemed to burn. A wisp of black air was extracted from the Soul Slaying Nail and turned into a seven-inch incense stick in the furnace..

At the same time, the Soul-losing Spike became pale and rusty. Even the talisman on it became blurred..

" This…" Wang Hun revealed a strange expression..

He had seen it in ancient books, offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods, not staining reality, burning incense and eating qi, tasting all kinds of colors…

Sacrifices offered to ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods do not really eat, but swallow the essence of them.

Therefore, most of the offerings before the god tablet or spirit tablet taste tasteless, that is, they have been eaten by ghosts and gods, and the essence of these offerings decays very quickly..

In the early years, when Wang Hun could not live, he would also go to the grave to find some sacrifices to wrap his stomach. There was really no smell..

" This furnace has been sacrificed!?"

Wang Hun had a strange expression on his face. Could it be that the [Soul Slaying Nail] had become a sacrifice, which gave birth to this [Soul Returning Incense]?.

Incense is a reward, only ghosts can enjoy it.

Wang Hun hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the black [Corpse Resurrection Incense] in large mouthfuls..

"So cool…"

Wang Hun's light body suddenly trembled. His eyes were white, as if he was about to ascend to heaven..

This feeling was thousands of times stronger than the moment before he entered the sage realm..

At the same time, Wang Hun's cold corpse moved slightly in the coffin. His originally pale skin actually turned a little red..

Buzz…

As [Corpse Resurrection Incense] was continuously absorbed, Wang Hun felt that his body was no longer as light as before. There seemed to be an invisible force pulling him into the coffin..

He lowered his head and saw that there was a trace of blood flowing under his skin. His originally dry and cold skin gradually became alive..

As the blood circulated, Wang Hun's body became more ruddy. His skin slowly opened up and shone brightly. Then, it slowly calmed down as if he was breathing..

The most special thing was that Wang Hun's skin was stretching and calming to an increasingly exaggerated degree. Such tension was like an inflated ball, obviously exceeding the relaxation limit of ordinary skin..

" Bronze Skin Realm!?"

" I've entered the cultivation threshold!?"

Wang Hun looked at the changes in his corpse and revealed an incredulous expression..

The so-called cultivation threshold refers to the five realms: Bronze Skin Realm, Iron Bone Realm, Jade Tendon Realm, Spirit Marrow Realm, and Treasure Blood Realm..

According to ancient books, skin nourishes bones and muscles for a long life, bones and muscles cleanse the marrow, self-improvement, marrow hematopoiesis, blood generates essence, essence returns to the original state, and innate qi can participate in Dao Xuan..

The way of cultivation is to break through the threshold, return to the innate state, until the unity of heaven and man, convinced to live forever.

Therefore, the five levels of the threshold are also called the five levels of the Xiantian Realm..

Starting from the outermost layer of the skin, one would cultivate step by step until they reverted to the Innate Realm. Only after breaking through the five barriers would one truly step into the [Mysterious Gate] and become a [Feather Warrior]..

No wonder men instinctively rub that piece of leather when they are mature and vigorous.

Wang Hun had been wandering since he was a child, and he had long passed the age of twelve, which was the best age for Foundation Establishment. Therefore, he had no hope of cultivating..

He knew his situation the best, so Wang Hun didn't have any other delusions. He could eat, drink, and prostitute…He was a good second generation ancestor..

Who would have thought that after receiving the [Corpse Resurrection Incense], between life and death, the dormant blood qi in his body would be activated again, breaking through the membrane and inadvertently helping him to break through the barrier and directly step into the [Bronze Skin Realm]?.

"Well, well, I've long said that God's eyes are discerning..

”

Wang Hun sincerely praised God. He felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire. As he exhaled the incense, he was gradually attracted to the corpse in the coffin..

In the next moment, Wang Hun suddenly fell down as if his feet were in the air. His spirit was suddenly lifted and he completely returned to his physical body..

Hu…

.

Instantly, a familiar warmth surged over. His vision became extremely bright, and his spiritual sense became much clearer..

This feeling of returning to life in another body was extremely wonderful, especially since this body was different from before. After stepping into the [Bronze Skin Realm], the surging blood energy brought unprecedented power..

Wang Hun took a deep breath, and his skin suddenly expanded. The surging power was transmitted through his muscles..

"Good, good, good…Now I can pull at least 80 jin bows…No wonder everyone wants to cultivate..

The king is not afraid..

When practicing martial arts, one often uses bows and horses to train one's body. One can use strength in every part of one's body, which is most effective..

An ordinary strongman who often eats fine rice and meat can only draw a bow weighing 60 jin and can shoot a bull 's-eye again from a distance of 100 paces..

A bow that can pull 80 pounds is already called [Strong], and a bow that can pull 120 pounds is called [Tiger]..

Wang Hun had just entered the Bronze Skin Realm, and his strength had increased greatly. Compared to before, he was like a completely different person..

Hu…

Wang Hun felt the power of the skin opening. As he breathed, his blood essence gathered in his heart aperture, and his body became dry and cold again. In the next moment, his blood essence circulated, and his skin immediately became ruddy and full..

After a quiet night, Wang Hun was completely immersed in the wonderful feeling of cultivation..

The next morning,.

As soon as the rooster crowed, the number of heads in the mourning hall increased..

The mourning banner was solemn, paper money flew in the air, wax oil dripped from the shining candle, the fire in the copper basin was bright, and the soul-calling woman cried Wang Hun's name in a tone.

The funeral ceremony is simple, three rings, three incense sticks, three taels of wine to the center.

" The legitimate son of the Wang family…I heard that he was lost when he was young. It's only been two years since he was found. Why is he gone?"

"I'm unlucky and weak, I can't afford such a background…I heard that this kid goes to Fengyin Restaurant every day. There's a lot of fighting in that place every day. Which man can withstand it?.

”

"I heard that this kid only had two slaves by his side. Three men make a state…It goes without saying how he died..

”

" Huh? Why isn't Wang Xuance here? Why isn't he here to send off his dead son?"

"He's the leader of his clan, so he won't show himself easily. Moreover, it's only been a while since he found his cheap son. I'm afraid he doesn't have much affection for him..

”

Weddings and funerals have always been the inner door to show sorrow and joy, the outer door to watch the excitement.

For the guests outside the mourning hall, the sudden death of the Wang family's legitimate son was nothing more than a banquet and a topic of conversation after dinner..

"Cover the coffin!"

At this moment, a thin man who looked like a manager was wearing linen clothes. He raised a white banner in his hand and shouted loudly..

" Brother Hun…Brother Hun…Slow down…"

At this moment, a mournful cry rang out from the mourning hall. Everyone looked up and saw a young man move aside from the coffin bearer. His trembling body pounced on the coffin and leaned over Wang Hun's corpse, crying loudly..

" Brother Hun, I hate the injustice of the heavens. The heavens allow you to die young and let me lose my brother. This pain is deep, my heart is beyond reach, my bones are beyond reach…"

The wailing resounded through the mourning hall, sincere and tragic, teaching those who heard it to be sad and those who heard it to shed tears..

"Wang Qi…This is the eldest son of the Wang family…Everyone says that the Wang family has found their legitimate son, and he is the most jealous. Now it seems that the rumors are wrong..

”

"This is so sad, so is my brother..

”

Everyone saw this and couldn't help but sigh..

Wang Qi cried like rain, his face withered, as if he had suffered a major blow. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was going to follow his brother in the next moment..

"This brotherly love is a good story..

Next to them, guests sigh..

"Not necessarily. Since ancient times, the mourning hall has been a stage…"

"Young Master Qi, I'm sorry for your loss..

”

At this moment, an old man stepped forward to help him. His eyes were red, as if he was touched by Wang Qi's brotherhood..

" Brother, if your soul has a spirit, you should judge my heart. If there is an afterlife, we will…" Wang Qi's emotions collapsed and he bent over unwilling to leave..

"You're crushing my muscles..

”

At this moment, a soft voice sounded from inside the coffin. The crying that shook the mourning hall stopped abruptly..