After a while, Xu Ling had gradually lost his patience, and he had walked a long distance and still didn't notice any difference in this canyon.

Xu Ling thought about it and was about to go back and investigate carefully, if he had neglected something on the road.

Just as Xu Ling was about to return the same way, a violent hurricane suddenly came from the front of the canyon, and he couldn't stand still.

After relieving himself, Xu Ling found that this hurricane actually carried a strong spiritual power, and he could clearly feel that every time the wind swept through his skin, it would make his body more tenacious.

In such a spiritual power wind, using the wind to quench the body can have a miraculous effect!

And if you practice wind attribute martial arts in this environment, I'm afraid it will be more than twice the result with half the effort, Xu Ling thought of this, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he was ready to hide behind the stone first and take out the Ling Feng Sword Duel.

Xu Ling faced the violent hurricane, walked behind a boulder with difficulty, and was just about to take out Ling Feng's sword to duel, but the wind that made people unstable suddenly stopped.

"You can't even discover the wonder of the spiritual storm, what's the use of a person like you even if you have a peerless talent?"

Originally, Xu Ling was still stunned when he saw that the spiritual power storm suddenly stopped, and a voice suddenly sounded behind him, which made him startled.

Xu Ling turned to see that a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old in a white power suit was not far away, standing with his chest crossed and looking at him with a sneering face.

"Who are you?" Xu Ling looked at the young man in white and frowned a little vigilantly, he had to beware that there would be other people in such a desolate place.

"This canyon is a place made in heaven, a borderless place, is it only you who can come here to cultivate?" the young man in white pouted.

Although he heard the young man in white say that he was also here to cultivate, Xu Ling did not dispel his vigilance against him, but the top priority was to go into the depths of the canyon to find out the source of the spiritual power storm and figure out when the spiritual power storm would come next.

"In front of it is the habitat of the Heaven-Shaking Jinpeng, and there is a superb spiritual vein under the land over there, this spiritual power storm is the spiritual vein aura that blows after the Sky-Shaking Jinpeng flapps its wings, if you want to be killed by those Heaven-Shaking Jinpeng of the Emperor Extreme Realm, go on." ”

The young man in white saw Xu Ling's thoughts and kindly reminded him.

Xu Ling couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he heard this, the spirit vein was a leyline rich in spirit crystal ore, and the huge wealth contained in a superb spirit vein was enough for other countries to go to war with the Xuanling Empire.

But it is the habitat of the Emperor Extreme Realm Demon Beast Heaven-Shaking Jinpeng, they have a trace of the bloodline of the ancient divine beast Kunpeng, and they are born with at least Dao Seed Realm cultivation.

And the Heaven Shaking Golden Peng has always been seven or eight or even a dozen to form a territory, this kind of lineup is afraid that no one dares to provoke, especially the King of Jinpeng who leads the Emperor Extreme Realm to Shake the Sky Golden Peng, it is estimated that he has reached the realm above the Emperor Extreme Realm!

"I might as well tell you, bathing in a spiritual storm can effectively exercise physical strength, and it basically comes once every quarter of an hour. The young man in white said to Xu Ling again.

He thought that Xu Ling hadn't discovered the wonder of the spiritual power storm, but before Xu Ling hid behind the stones, it was actually just so that the Ling Feng Sword would never be blown away by the hurricane.

"Thank you. Xu Ling nodded and thanked him when he heard this.

Xu Ling felt a little strange in his heart, the young man in white reminded him that there was danger ahead, and told him the law of the spiritual storm, he was obviously a very kind person, but he didn't know why he had some kind of hostility towards Xu Ling.

"Tell you what, I'll prove that someone with poor talent like me can be better than you geniuses. The young man in white clenched his fists and said secretly in his heart.

Xu Ling understood the uniqueness of the canyon, sat on the ground, took out the Ling Feng Sword Technique from the storage ring and began to read, while the white-clothed young man not far away also sat on a stone and closed his eyes and cultivated.

After a while, Xu Ling finished reading the last form of the last Ling Feng Sword Technique, he nodded with a little understanding, put the booklet back into the storage ring, and was about to take out the Canglan Sword to practice the Ling Feng Sword Technique, when a hurricane suddenly roared from the depths of the canyon.

The Spiritual Storm is coming!

Xu Ling was caught off guard by the sudden violent hurricane, and he hurriedly held the ground with his right hand to prevent himself from flying out.

Seeing this, Xu Ling temporarily gave up the idea of practicing the sword, after all, he couldn't even stand on his feet, he used his spiritual power to firmly fix himself on the ground, and began to operate the exercises.

Considering the white-clothed young man not far away, Xu Ling is running the Great Wind and Cloud Gong, and if he runs the True Demon Decision, the identity of the demon cultivator will be immediately exposed, and at that time, Xu Ling and the white-clothed young man may only be able to leave the canyon alive.

Time passed little by little, and under the continuous baptism of spiritual power, Xu Ling could clearly feel that his physical fitness had risen to a higher level, and his muscles and skin seemed to be full of spiritual power.

After the spiritual power storm stopped, Xu Ling looked at his palms, he felt that the power of his hands could easily tear apart the beast, and the muscles of his body were full of explosiveness, and the effect of the spiritual power storm quenching body was so extraordinary.

"That's just that your physical fitness is too poor, you have no spiritual power, but your physical fitness is not as good as some old farmers who often plough the land, and the pampered sons and daughters are talented but can only be wasted. ”

The young man in white not far away couldn't help but mock when he saw Xu Ling's surprised expression.

Xu Ling smiled when he heard this, although the young man's words are not unreasonable, but it is a bit ridiculous to say that he is pampered, Xu Ling has barely survived by digging yams since he was a child, and he often has no meals, so it is strange that his physical fitness can get better.

Soon after, the spiritual storm struck again, and the effect of quenching was indeed not as obvious as it was at the beginning.

However, although the quenching effect is not as strong as at the beginning, the effect is still amazing, and it seems that Xu Ling's physical fitness does need to be improved.

Thinking of this, Xu Ling slowly calmed down and cultivated, silently endured the quenching of the spiritual power storm, and quickly improved his comprehensive strength.

After a long time, the sunlight had gradually dimmed, and at this time, he didn't know how many waves of spiritual power storm had just stopped, Xu Ling opened his eyes and exhaled, took out a Bigu Pill and swallowed it.

Even if it is the Emperor Extreme Realm, it still needs to eat, and I am afraid that only by reaching the realm of that kind of land immortal can there be no need to supplement body nutrition.

"Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you, the spiritual storm will become stronger several times more than at night, if you don't want to be cut by the hurricane and call your mother, quickly find a place to hide. ”

The young man in white suddenly shouted to Xu Ling not far away, he said that he had no idea of hiding.

"Thanks for the reminder. Xu Ling thanked the young man in white, and still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving.

Joke, he Xu Ling was slashed three hundred times by the powerhouse of Zhoujiadao Cultivation Realm that day, and the flesh and blood on his body were blurred and he didn't say half a word of pain, how could he be afraid of being cut.

"Tsk, I still want to be strong, and I'll know how painful the wind blade cut containing spiritual power is later, so don't cry when the time comes. Seeing that Xu Ling had no intention of leaving, the young man in white mocked.

Xu Ling smiled and didn't care, although the young man in white was full of aggressive words, his personality was actually relatively kind, Xu Ling naturally wouldn't argue with him because of some words.

After all, Xu Ling can even endure the old indecency.

After a while, an amazing whistling sound suddenly sounded in the depths of the canyon, as if a group of flood beasts had rushed in.

"It's coming. ”

The young man in white looked stunned, and protected him with a layer of faint spiritual power, if the spiritual power protection was too deep, it would not have the effect of quenching, but if the quenching effect was strong, he had to endure the pain of hurricane cuts.

The young man in white couldn't open his eyes because of the strong spiritual power storm of the night, and a tingling and cutting pain made his expression a little distorted, and he still didn't strengthen his spiritual protection.

Poof!

A sound of skin tearing sounded, and the young man in white suddenly looked at Xu Ling, but he was stunned when he was about to make a mockery.

I saw Xu Ling, who was sitting in the middle of the canyon road, cut several deep wounds by the strong spiritual power storm of the night, and the young man in white could clearly see that the violent spiritual power was constantly stirring in Xu Ling's wounds.

However, Xu Ling did not mobilize his spiritual power to protect at all, his face was calm, and his brows did not wrinkle.

The young man in white was shocked, he knew that Xu Ling didn't need spiritual power to protect him, just for a better quenching effect.

But the wound stirred by the spiritual power, the young man just looked at it painfully, is it really worth it? At this moment, the young man's eyes when he looked at Xu Ling completely changed.

After a while, the spiritual power storm stopped, Xu Ling half-squatted on the ground, his face was a little pale because of excessive blood loss, he took out the Rejuvenation Pill from the storage ring and swallowed one, and then took out the cloth and bandaged the wound at will.

The white-clothed young man was still in the previous shock, Xu Ling suddenly stood up, he took out the Canglan Sword from the storage ring, and began to practice the Ling Feng Sword Duel.

In one day, Xu Ling had somewhat adapted to the spiritual power storm, and now it shouldn't be a problem to practice the sword.

The white-clothed young man not far away forgot to cultivate, and looked blankly at Xu Ling, who was obviously injured but was still practicing his sword hard, and it was not long before the strong spiritual power storm of the night hit again that the white-clothed young man finally came back to his senses.

"Stop practicing, you're really going to die!" The tone of the young man in white even brought a pleading, but Xu Ling was unmoved.

Poof!

Xu Ling was cut several wounds one after another by the spiritual power storm, blood flew in the air, and his pace of sword practice was a little shaky by the hurricane.

Xu Ling could feel that the wound cut by the spiritual power storm was much shallower than before, and the effect of practicing Ling Feng's sword duel under the spiritual power storm could be described as a thousand miles in a moment.

The wound was not as deep as before, naturally because Xu Ling's physical fitness had risen to a higher level, and with such a big sweetness, it was naturally impossible for Xu Ling to stop practicing the sword, he gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power to fix his feet and continue to practice Ling Feng's sword duel.

"The guy who works hard in a game is really hard at cultivation. At this time, the old void lying in the storage ring secretly sighed.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the red morning sun slowly rose in a faint veil of mist, and Xu Ling was lying on the ground covered in blood with the Canglan Sword in his hand, his vision was a little dazed.

The last wave of strong spiritual power storm stopped just now, and Xu Ling finally couldn't hold on at this time and fell to the ground.

The white-clothed young man not far away stepped forward and gently helped Xu Ling up, he took out a well-colored healing wound from the storage ring and put it in Xu Ling's mouth.