Ning Xuantian settled his mind and adjusted the true qi in his body, although he was now extremely tired, his face was a little more pale and less ruddy, but he still tried to keep his pace steady. walked to Fang Jining and Fu Wanli's side, didn't speak, just smiled, and then walked towards the elegant room.

Fang Jining and Fu Wanli followed behind him and didn't speak, until they arrived in the elegant room, Ning Xuancai opened his mouth and said to the two: "I'm fine, don't worry, just rest more." Fu Wanli looked at Ning Xuantian, her eyes were a little red, and her tears were a little overflowing, Ning Xuantian reached out to gently wipe away her tears, smiled and said, "Silly Y head." ”

Fang Jining looked at Ning Xuantian, this boy always speaks with the kindness of others first, and a nameless emotion suddenly passed in his heart.

She sat Ning Xuantian down, took out a gauze scarf, and gently wiped the stains on Ning Xuantian's face, then on his forehead, neck, and hands, and patted the dust on his clothes, as gentle as a sister, more like a wife waiting for her husband to return from the battlefield.

The elegant fragrance reached Ning Xuantian's nose through the thin gauze scarf, but it was more that the thick warm feeling that made Ning Xuantian feel a little nostalgic in his heart.

Neither of them spoke, but it made people feel that the room was full of affection.

Sometimes, some things don't need to be enthusiastic, don't need sweet words, just gently hold your hand, just pat your clothes for you, just wipe the stains on your body seriously, and make people so touched, so warm, so nostalgic.

After Fang Jining and Fu Wanli left, Ning Xuantian slept for three days and three nights, and when he woke up, he found that his body had recovered a lot.

So, as usual, they ate normally, studied and cultivated normally, and slept normally.

Even if he was the only one eating in the cafeteria, and the other students were drinking spiritual tea, he was still eating wholeheartedly.

This kind of behavior has to be said to be a strange thing in this world of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, in the eyes of other students, Ning Xuantian was a strange monk, but because of his combat achievements, it turned into a unique and beautiful scenery.

Ning Xuantian didn't think there was anything bad about this, he just followed his heart, as if it was a habit. If he doesn't, he feels uncomfortable, and for him, uncomfortable is the worst.

Probably because of Ning Xuantian's big battle, the arrogance of many students has been worn out a lot, and the flying magic weapon has been relatively quiet during this time. With comparison, there is motivation, and after some time of challenging and competing, many students know their own shortcomings, so most of them are immersed in cultivation.

The magic weapon of flight has crossed countless peaks and forests, and crossed countless deserts and rivers.

Gradually, the speed of the flying magic weapon became faster and faster, and it traveled farther and farther.

In mid-July of the following year, they finally arrived in Eastern Manchuria.

East Manchuria is full of mountains and forests, and standing on the magic weapon of flying, the students see a green world in their eyes, like a vast green ocean, and the uneven peaks and woods below are like the surging waves on the sea.

The sky was blue with white clouds, and the ground was dark green with mountains.

Ning Xuantian also felt that such a scene made people open-minded, relaxed, and excited, and some students couldn't help but cheer loudly. The magic weapon of flying slowly landed in front of a mountain gate, and these students realized that there were already three or four thousand students or monks from all over the world.

A few stewards gathered the students who had already placed the flying magic weapon, briefly introduced the various aspects of going up the mountain and entering the sect, and then got on the flying magic weapon and returned to Ling Qingguo again. As for the future problems of these students, they can only solve them by themselves, and the purpose of their coming seems to be to escort these students to arrive safely.

However, what made them excited was that the arrival time was just right now, because tomorrow the 10,000-level immortal ladder would be officially opened, and a month later, the sects of each sect would test and recruit disciples of the sect on it.

Ning Xuantian stared at the mountain gate at this time, and found that this mountain gate was originally a mountain, but it was opened in the middle, and there was a feeling of familiarity, but he couldn't tell what it looked like. Looking up along this huge mountain gate, I found that there were two big characters carved on the mountain peak, and the rhyme was entangled, which seemed to be strong and powerful, and the ambition was soaring.

"Xianmen", these are these two words!

Ning Xuantian looked at these two words a little distracted, and felt as if he was about to step into the threshold of this world.

The sun was shining obliquely on the two large characters from the east, and the surface of these two characters was like a layer of gold powder, glowing with a faint golden light.

Ning Xuantian's soul consciousness touched these two big characters, from the word "immortal" to the word "door", very serious, very meticulous, and gradually he found that the word "door" seemed to slowly become black and smaller, Ning Xuantian's soul consciousness has been gently touching with its changes, this process he felt that his soul consciousness was very comfortable, so he followed all the way without hesitation, touching, and gradually this "door" became a black spot, and it was actually out of the touch of Ning Xuantian's soul consciousness.

When Ning Xuantian's soul sense came into contact with this black spot again, Ning Xuantian suddenly felt a tingling pain in his mind. Ning Xuantian endured the pain and followed the black dots closely, and he found that the black dots were going faster and faster.

So he simply formed a circle of soul consciousness to wrap the black dots inside, so that how the black dots wandered, his soul consciousness followed. I don't know how long it took, the stinging pain in his mind made him feel that his consciousness began to become confused, and it seemed that he had also walked into a deep dark hole, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to take it back.

Ning Xuantian found that when he woke up, he was standing in front of a mountain, and an imposing middle-aged monk was fighting against the baptism of heavenly thunder.

The reason why he said this was that Ning Xuantian found that he had been standing there, the thunder and lightning in the sky were continuous, the momentum was huge, the earth shook the mountains, and when the Dao Thunder Arc smashed towards him, he either sacrificed a magic weapon to resist, or swung a sword to resist, and finally the magic weapon was broken, the long sword was broken, and the surrounding walls were also broken, but he still did not move.

Until the end, he could only use his body to hit the thunder arc, and the result can be imagined, the middle-aged monk was covered in flesh and blood, leaving a charred-like skeleton, with thick black smoke on his head, and the surrounding area was also full of smoke.

When Ning Xuantian thought that he was already a dead man, he suddenly found that the skeleton was laughing, and it was still that kind of roaring laughter, that kind of laughter came out of a skeleton, which made people a little weird, but he would never feel creepy, but he felt arrogant! Even Ning Xuantian stood there and watched, and he felt full of gall and his blood boiled.

In an instant, Ning Xuantian found that the skeleton of this monk had become silver, and then some flesh and blood grew on the skeleton, the speed was very fast, just in the blink of an eye, he had long hair fluttering, perfect posture, and turned into a graceful middle-aged beautiful man.

Suddenly the fairy music in the sky roared, and colorful fairy clouds fell, and the middle-aged monk's body was also instantly magnificent, and then in addition to rising, he seemed to be unwilling, and when he turned around, it was Ning Xuantian who was standing in the direction in front of this mountain, and suddenly waved a palm.

Ning Xuantian was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move, and watched a huge palm momentum coming. Hearing only the loud sound of "rumbling", Ning Xuantian felt that he was fine, but the mountain behind him was emptied by a palm, and he looked at the mountain behind him in a daze, or at that empty hole, he was really stunned.

He was already extremely surprised to see that the monk had become a pitch-black skeleton and had not died just now, and then he felt a little balanced in his heart when he thought that the cultivation of this world could really reach the point of rebirth of flesh and blood.

But now that he saw that a big mountain had been emptied with a single palm, and there was not the slightest damage around it, he felt a little incredible, and this kind of cultivation was a bit shocking.

When he came back to his senses, Ning Xuantian found that this mountain and this cave were a little familiar, and thought to himself, this could not be the mountain gate when he first landed.

Just puzzled, he looked up at the middle-aged monk and found that he had risen higher and higher, but he still stretched out his finger to the peak, brushed it a few times, Ning Xuantian saw that it was indeed the word "immortal".

When Ning Xuantian looked at him again, he saw that he shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with the words he wrote, he was absorbing the immortal aura, and suddenly reached out to the sky to pick up a colorful fairy cloud, the action was extremely fast, it was just a matter of breathing, and then a long handprint pressed this colorful fairy cloud from the sky, printed it next to the fairy word, and waved his finger again, and the word "door" was firmly pressing the colorful fairy cloud.

"Long", an arm-thick purple thunder arc suddenly fell from the sky again and exploded on him, it seemed that his behavior would irritate the heavens again, but he was not afraid at all, let the thunder arc explode on him, laughed again, and quickly flew up into the sky until it disappeared.

This monk is arrogant, really arrogant, not even afraid of the sky!

Ning Xuantian felt that anyone who met such a monk would probably be impressed by his behavior. He sighed in his heart, but he still didn't forget to look around. However, at this look, he was stunned again, the mountain is still this mountain, the cave is still this hole, the word is still this word, but there is no trace of broken walls and ruins around.

It wouldn't be just a scene just now, it should be, otherwise it would be impossible for him to stand here in a good way, Ning Xuantian said to himself, but he could only justify himself like this, otherwise he would not be able to analyze the phenomenon just now.

Ning Xuantian once again cast his gaze on the mountain peak, and he found that there was indeed a colorful fairy cloud entwined with immortal rhyme that was pressed by the word "door". So his soul sense stretched out to the mountain peak again, but this time it was not on the word "immortal gate", but with his soul sense to transform into shape, ready to pull a trace of colorful fairy clouds down, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't attract the fairy clouds in the slightest.

It was really a bit helpless, he simply let the soul consciousness lie on it, run the exercises, and directly let the soul consciousness absorb the immortal aura in it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an incomparable pleasure from his soul consciousness to his mind, and then to his entire body and mind.

The blood and qi of the whole body immediately surged, the blood and flesh were intertwined, making a "squeaking" sound, and the bones were "crackling", and the countless meridians in the body were like thousands of streams constantly rushing towards the dantian.

I didn't have time to cheer in my heart, and I found that my cultivation was only a piece of paper thickness from the base layer of the foundation at this time, so the operation of the exercises continued to impact, and there was a sound of "click", and the thin layer of the barrier like cicada wings had begun to crack.

Ning Xuantian was excited, his soul consciousness sucked hard, and a strong immortal aura came over again, the flesh and blood of his whole body were like ten thousand horses galloping, and his soul consciousness was galloping like a wild horse that was out of the reins, and the expansion and cracking of the meridians did not have the slightest pain, and with a continuous "click, click" sound, the barrier of Zhuji was finally completely broken and completely cracked.

A white and pure spiritual platform was slowly established on the original Dan Lake, and the table was like a mirror, shining brightly. The immortal aura continued to wash the flesh and blood of the whole body, and the spirit platform began to superimpose, one layer, one and a half layers, two and a half layers, two and a half layers, and finally stagnated.

Ning Xuantian only felt that a strong True Yuan instantly filled his whole body, and his whole body was washed with a sense of power.

Ning Xuantian found that he could actually look inside, I don't know if it was after the laundry ceremony of the fairy spirit, his skeleton was crystal clear, the surface was glowing with a layer of white light, the flesh and blood were pure and clear, and the outside of the body also looked smooth and smooth.

He knew that his lifespan had increased from the life span of an ordinary person to about two hundred and fifty years, and the vitality in his body seemed more vigorous.