There is still a lingering loneliness in my heart!

But Liu Ling couldn't have imagined that this obsession eventually turned into a demon.

......

Ten years later.

On the banks of an ancient pavilion.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged on a futon woven by purple Ning Shen grass, Liu Ling's eyebrows and eyes had already grown, and the road of practicing qi was different from the method of turbidity gods and demons, Liu Ling looked more delicate, with an elegant atmosphere of books, among the teenagers of the same age in the Ziyuan tribe, some stood out from the crowd.

This is the Gu Yuan Palace, a place where the Ziyuan tribe has a spiritual aperture.

Practicing the secret of the Ziyuan tribe "Zifu Shaozhen Rune Sutra", the first and most critical step is to visualize the true form of the Zifu Shaozhen God, and finally condense a natal talisman and take the road of pure yang in Zifu.

The rich innate aura circulated around him, turning into milky white aura from the major meridians around his body and integrating into his body, Liu Ling swallowed a purple gas like the rising sun, with an invisible heat, and the turquoise stone pillar next to him was impacted by the mist of steam.

It was a special water-attribute spiritual material.

Only the cultivation tribe in the desolation can be so arrogant, so that the spiritual materials can be used as ordinary building materials.

The chest rose and fell at a uniform speed, and the spirit surged, and gradually a sea of pale red clouds appeared above Liu Ling's head, and a talisman seed inside was revealed from it, exuding a fiery red light like the morning sun.

The rolling aura floated down the sea of clouds of the Mud Pill Palace, absorbing the fiery red purple mansion Shaozhen talisman seed, and it glowed with a little magical aura.

"I still can't condense the Purple Mansion Daoji!"

Liu Ling felt a little disappointed, many cultivators said that he was a genius in the future, but now he is just an ordinary qualification.

The cultivation realm of "Purple Mansion Shaozhen Fu Sutra" is clear at a glance.

In the front, contemplating the Purple Mansion Shaozhen God is only to nourish the gods, followed by refining the body and nourishing the qi, and then the Zifu Foundation is built, so that you can condense the spiritual pool, and after the spiritual pool combines the visualization of the gods and magic with your own spirituality, you will give birth to the natal true talisman and truly step into the category of high-level monks.

The path of cultivating the Qi Cultivator Fu is very clear.

Just looking at his own entry, Liu Ling felt a little bitter in his heart.

Under the rich innate aura, the surrounding teenagers of the same age have broken through to the front one by one, and there are even people who have cultivated the natal true talisman to the third turn, which is simply a heavenly asset.

In the city outside, there are also geniuses from many other tribes, who are still practicing after him, and they have all touched the threshold of the condensation of the natal talisman.

Liu Ling's face was ugly, and he had to admit that he was not a genius at all, just an ordinary monk.

Liu Ling's face was a little silent.

He walked out of the retreat.

......

In a refining workshop in the Ziyuan Tribal Bazaar, he found a group of tribal monks with swords on their backs.

"Yan, next time you enter the Ninghuai Mountains, you can take me with you!" Liu Ling looked expectant.

The former young man, who has grown up with a fart, is tall and burly, and is also cultivating the "Purple Mansion Shaozhen Fu Sutra", and has condensed the second turn natal true talisman, Fu Yuan refining the body, has a very strong physique, and has a lot of fame among many monks of the same level.

Hearing this, the tall young man smiled honestly and said excitedly. "Pheasant, I said, my promise is valid at any time, and our brothers will break out of a huge hunting ground together!"

It's just that the other tribal monks behind the big man didn't look very good, but they still held back.

......

Walking out of the tribe, Liu Ling had to live an 8-to-6 life like some ordinary clansmen, and when the sun god appeared on the horizon with the Jiuyang god, he teamed up with many clansmen to enter the territory of the major demon clans, and worked hard to collect elixirs, or to find high-grade spiritual objects.

The land is simply reckless, there are many spiritual things, and there are occasional harvests from time to time, although they have stepped into the pride of the sky in those tribes.

In your spare time, you can enter the bazaar in the tribe and earn some resources by refining some magic weapons for the monks of the tribe or other small tribes.

Or simply enter the tribe's elixir garden, relying on his father's identity, to guard the elixir garden for those big people, fertilize and rain, and exchange a little resources.

The monks of the tribe are happy, at least a little less risky than the monks of the smaller tribes.

The monks of those small tribes are going to enter the territory of the demon king who is more dangerous alone.

Those demon kings are not vegetarians, and there are many terrifying and reckless beasts.

The descendants of those innate spirit species are able to manipulate terrifying supernatural powers as soon as they reach adulthood, and ordinary tribal monks fall into their territory, unless these fierce beasts are fed, they will inevitably die.

Fifty years in the blink of an eye.

Most of the monks in the tribe have a long lifespan, and they have condensed the natal talisman for at least three hundred years, and the innate vitality is nourished, which is still the minimum threshold, and there are many spiritual fruits that can extend the longevity in the tribe.

This is the golden age of qi practitioners.

Liu Ling has almost forgotten his former name, he is also used to the pheasant, a name that he once disliked very much, he is surrounded by red Xuanguang at this time, and after obtaining a high-grade elixir some time ago, he finally completed the foundation of the Purple Mansion and condensed a medium-grade natal talisman.

It's just that as a price, the best friend in the tribe, the big man, fell forever under the claws of that innate spirit seed, and Liu Ling escaped from that innate spirit seed in a daze!

......

Ten years later, Liu Ling married a female cultivator of the Ziyuan tribe and became a Taoist couple, although the Taoist companion was not as beautiful as a fairy, but he was also gentle and lovely.

At this time, after the death of that talented friend, although Liu Ling was running around and getting worse day by day, as a monk who condensed the natal talisman, Liu Ling still had a bit of dignity.

Five years later, when Liu Ling was about to be eighty years old, the female cultivator of the same clan gave birth to a son and a daughter for him, and Liu Ling gave them his former surname out of some feeling.

......

Seventy-five years later, his father, the Terran monk of the Ziyuan tribe, passed away quietly in a catastrophe swept by the chaotic qi, and as a warrior who died in the battle of the Terran, he was able to enter the ancestral hall of the Terran Holy Land as an offering.

If there is a strong person among the descendants of the clan who can turn the natal talisman six times and prove the primordial god, there is a chance to bless the underground ancestral spirit.

After the fall of his father, the tribal resources that Liu Ling's family could obtain were partially reduced.

Liu Ling's biggest hope at this time was that his family would be able to turn his natal talisman six times, but he knew deep down in his heart that this was probably an extravagant hope!

......

Thirty years later, a Yuan Spirit of the Ziyuan tribe quietly fell into the hands of the haunting heart demon, and the true fire of the Purple Mansion on his body surged, and before the fall, Liu Ling looked at the sky, with endless unwillingness.

A wisp of primordial spirit quietly fell into the reincarnation of the Netherworld.

After a reincarnation, he will never have the chance to be reincarnated with his memories this time, and he will soon become the most ordinary creature in the wilderness.

With the fall of Liu Ling, several descendants who had already branched out received the news and hurriedly opened the retreat place, and a mournful cry soon came out!

......

In the abyss of black water, at this time, Taiyi Rescue Tianzun looked at the Ziyuan tribe with a faint gaze, watching the true spirit enter the reincarnation, and since Liu Ling appeared, he had never intervened from beginning to end.

Just looking at the Ziyuan Human Race who had left Yuan Ling, his expression was still a little strange.