When Wang Ping and Concubine Xue returned to Qingyang College, they found that many students were walking in the direction of the faculty dormitory building, he inquired, and a tall slender boy told him: "I don't know how to make trouble just now, a black cloud suddenly rose in the sky above the college, and a thunderstorm hit the faculty dormitory building. ”

Xue Fei said, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

Wang Ping nodded, he also wanted to know what the situation was.

Soon, the two came to the front of the faculty dormitory building, where countless male and female students were already around, and they were talking non-stop.

"The monster of this thunderstorm doesn't look like a catastrophe. ”

"Who's to say it's not, didn't you see the black clouds in the sky just now? ”

"You're just talking nonsense, there will be special clouds in damnation?"

"Hehe, expose the essence of your ignorance and inart......, right?

"Shut up, don't keep the legends going. ”

Soon, several faculty members came down carrying a charred corpse.

"What's the situation?"

"It looks like a woman. ”

"That dress looks like the homeroom teacher of the third grade, it seems to be called Chen Chushi......"

Wang Ping's heart jumped, he didn't expect this black ink curse to be so vicious, Chen Chushi was actually killed by thunder, this is too evil, right?

Concubine Xue glanced at Wang Ping: "Are you okay?"

Wang Ping had a sad expression: "What a good person, if you say no, it's gone." ”

Xu Shaoqian didn't know when he came over, he smiled: "This ugly thing, it's a matter of time before he is struck by lightning." ”

Wang Ping just smiled bitterly.

At night, a bright moon is like a mirror.

Wang Ping was kneeling cross-legged in the dormitory to comprehend the "Divine Sword Sutra", but unexpectedly a magical secret realm appeared in his mind, and he came to a mysterious cave, like a fairyland on earth.

After crossing a stone bridge, the cypress on both sides is verdant, the green bamboo is sparse, and there are many ice blue butterflies fluttering among the red flowers.

Wang Ping was overjoyed, he had never seen such a beautiful scene in his two lives.

Here, it's enough to settle down, and if the little fox is here, how good would it be?

Wang Ping made up his mind to wait for him to rescue the little fox Rou'er, avenge the revenge of his master, and live in seclusion in this secret realm of the cave.

Wang Ping walked through a sea of flowers and saw a stone carved archway.

The porch of the archway is engraved with 'dust-free cave house', and on the left and right door posts, there is a line of big characters respectively.

The ink on the left is flying: Dustless and the world returns to the heart.

The iron painting silver hook on the right: The cave is full of immortals.

Wang Ping approached the archway building, and bluestone steps appeared inside, extending upward......

Finally, Wang Ping came to the end, which was a quiet room more than ten zhang in size.

Inside the ashram there are bronze stone pillars, bronze statues, bronze tripods, and a bronze monument.

The bronze monument is engraved with a line of iron characters: If you want to be high-class, you must first be low-class.

Wang Ping typed the words carefully, as if he understood or not, he faintly felt that the words on the bronze tablet implied something.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in Wang Ping's mind.

The iron characters on this bronze monument, whether it is the pattern or the shape and meaning, are very similar to the writing of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra".

Could it be that someone has cultivated the Divine Spirit Sword Sutra here?

The idea popped into Wang Ping's head.

This possibility is extremely high, it may be the body refining senior a hundred years ago, I don't know what happened to him.

Wang Ping walked around between the bronze statues and found that there were many footprints on the ground, and there were also many palm prints on the bronze statues.

It must have been left by that senior when he was cultivating, Wang Ping thought.

Wang Ping didn't realize it, he actually followed his own thoughts, and began to cultivate, taking steps, pushing the tripod with both hands, carrying the tripod and jumping, meditating cross-legged, exhaling and practicing qi......

When-when-when!

The sound of metal striking echoed in the grotto.

Wang Ping's fists, elbows, calves, and feet were covered in blood, and he kept hitting the bronze statue.

Wang Ping's tired panting was like a cow, but his eyes became more and more determined, and his clear eyes were full of indelible will.

This kind of cruel training, day and night, when he was tired and couldn't cultivate, Wang Ping fell asleep.

But the sharp pain in his body always woke him up in the middle of the night.

He finished beating the bronze statue, a little exhausted, and knelt on one knee, gulping and exhaling.

In Wang Ping's mind, his clothes were almost shattered, and he was covered with wounds, but he had already scabbed, and if he moved, blood would seep out.

But Wang Ping never complained.

If you want to be noble in front of people, you must suffer later, and he even has this truth.

All the glamour is conceived in decay and darkness.

At this moment, Wang Ping's skin is as solid as iron, and he has made himself into a piece of stainless steel.

His strong body does not shake, but is as solid as a rock and as steady as Mount Tai.

"I don't know how long it can last, this illusion should be a chance, right?" Wang Ping has made great progress in his physical training and qi training these days.

He opened up the five internal organs and six internal organs spiritual palace, and the divine power began to circulate in the body.

However, the path of cultivation is very difficult.

The main thing is to rely on one's own penance day and night.

This loneliness, this loneliness, and hardships, not everyone can persevere.

A lot of times, it's a one-person practice, and no one talks to you, and it's too miserable.

But that's the avenue.

Only in this way can you get out of your own people, be extraordinary and different.

Wang Ping gritted his teeth, beat his spirit, and told himself in his heart: "Hold on, hold on a little longer, you are the strongest ......"

This is his daily life of penance, and he can only talk to himself.

Here, there will be no one to see their own hardship, and no one will comfort them.

All he could do was not let himself have a nervous breakdown.

As long as he can persevere, he believes that he will succeed eventually......

Wang Ping pinched the magic formula with both hands, and silently recited the magic formula in his heart.

The aura was refined in the abdomen, forming a stream of pure divine power that poured into the sea of qi.

"The goodness is like water, the aura lasts forever, and the heart of Haoran enters my true God, E!"

Wang Ping let out a low sigh, turned the spiritual energy in the sea of qi into divine power, and poured the Dao Technique into the limbs and hundreds of remains......

In an instant, Wang Ping's meridians were filled with divine power, and there was a crisp sound like fried beans.

"It worked. Wang Ping was overjoyed and finally completed the quenching strengthening.

He played a few spells, collected the divine power into the sea of qi, turned into a majestic aura, and exhaled a long breath.

Wang Ping began to exhale and practice qi again......

One day later......

There was a crackling sound in the dustless cave.

Wang Ping's body was shrouded in a layer of silver aura, and there were faintly visible white divine power fluctuations around him.

He wiped a handful of fine sweat from his forehead, and the day and night of penance made him exhausted.

But seeing that his cultivation had made great progress, he was very happy in his heart.

However, there was a barrier that stood in his way, and he was never able to improve.

Wang Ping went through the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra" in his mind.

He discovers a secret.

That is the eight big characters on the title page of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra", which is very important.

"From darkness to thickness, prison gods are gods. These eight characters should be a program.

Wang Ping raised his head and looked at the bronze monument not far away.

He stared at the eight ancient characters painted with silver hooks and iron on the bronze monument, a flame rose in his heart, and his eyes were blazing......

"Could it be that these eight words are mutilated?"

Wang Ping was overjoyed, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it.

In this way, the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra" has a sixteen-character program.

"From darkness to thickness, the prison is full of gods, and if you want to be high, you must first be low. ”

Wang Ping read it once, and he went through the entire "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra" in his mind three times.

His heart was clear for a while, and he understood the true meaning of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra".

However, he will never tell the truth, after all, it is a secret......

Wang Ping obtained the cultivation key and immediately took action.

He sat cross-legged, silently recited the true formula, and carried the mental method of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra".

Three days later.

Wang Ping's eyebrows were tightly locked, his teeth were clucking, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

His whole body was like a knife, and his joints were like pins and needles.

I didn't expect physical training to be so painful.

This was beyond Wang Ping's imagination, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"To the darkest and thickest, the prison is full of gods, if you want to be high-class, you must first be low-class, eh!"

Wang Ping shouted violently.

The muscles of his body bulged and thickened in a circle, and his clothes were shattered by the divine power gushing out, turning into rags and scattered on the ground.

Wang Ping fainted in pain.

If you go to the back, won't you die?

Wang Ping was right, the more he went to the back, the more difficult it was to break through, and the more painful it was.

Some people can't even stand the severe pain so that they have a nervous breakdown and go crazy.

"I'm going to overcome myself. ”

Wang Ping made up his mind that no matter how difficult the road was, he would go on.

After a stick of incense, Wang Ping opened his eyes, and his clear eyes were pure.

Wang Ping ran the true technique, meditated on the mental method, and the spiritual qi in his body flowed, and the divine power intertwined, and the divine power that erupted was almost stronger than his body's capacity.

As the divine power worked in his body, Wang Ping's skin flowed like water waves, and the skin of his bones seemed to be peeled off.

The stinging pain did not affect Wang Ping's mind all the time, his eyes were blood-red, and his meridians were swollen and about to explode.

Wang Ping gasped heavily, suppressed the surging divine power, and finally turned all the divine power into the dantian qi sea......

A beautiful shadow floated into Wang Ping's dormitory, her white hair was like snow, her beautiful face was extremely exquisite, and she heard Wang Ping's beast-like roar, revealing a little worry......

I saw Wang Ping sitting cross-legged and naked, his bronzed skin was covered with blood-red magic patterns, and blood-colored runes appeared on his skin.

"Is he enchanted?" Su Qingmian bit his red lip, his eyes wandering, as if he was struggling with what to decide.

At this time, Wang Ping raised his head to the sky and roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and his black hair was flying, as if a demon had been born.

Su Qingmian felt a burst of fear, and there was a trace of pity in her cold eyes.

She was just about to walk over, when she saw Wang Ping suddenly kneeling on one knee and smashing his fist on the ground.

"Not good!"

Su Qingmian was startled, and hurriedly sacrificed a small six-fold array, and Wang Ping's divine power was enough to turn Qingyang Academy into ashes.

With a roar, the small Liuhe array shook for a while, and the cyan rune array centered on his fist, and the spider web patterns spread out in all directions.

"Master, Master......"

Su Qingmian called him repeatedly, and after a long time, Wang Ping's aura surged out wildly, and the magic pattern gradually disappeared.

Immediately, he fainted and passed out......

Su Qingmian waited for a while, and seeing that there was no movement, she walked over to check, and saw that Wang Ping was fine, so she breathed a sigh.

Su Qingmian pulled Wang Ping to lie down, took out a Replenishing Yuan Pill, and gave it to him......