Lin Ling returned to the cave mansion, the Xuan Saint Realm already belonged to the upper level of the sect, and there was no restriction on the task, unless summoned by the sect master of the Elders' Council, their task was to cultivate, or travel to find opportunities to protect the sect.

Lin Ling stood in a daze where she used to giggle, Zhongxuanyang, Da Xuan, Dao Sheng, and Di Fan, which one is real? When Lin Ling's maternal love was overflowing in the state of Xuanyang's divine soul, her love came from the bottom of her heart, that kind of love was selfless and violent, holy and flawless, and she was even willing to give everything for him. The feeling of Da Xuan is magical, curious and amazing, it doesn't matter if you like it, it doesn't matter if you love it, Lin Ling knows that Dao Sheng is Zhong Xuanyang is Da Xuan, she accompanies Dao Sheng to grow, helps Dao Sheng grow, and looks at Dao Sheng's transformation, more like a master and apprentice. Di Fan is different, although his consciousness is incomplete, he is a real life form, Lin Ling knows that he is Zhongxuanyang is Da Xuan is Dao Sheng, and he is also Di Fan, she has spent more days with Dao Sheng than Di Fan, Lin Ling has been happy for more than 50 years in Bailipo, and has enjoyed the incomprehensible enjoyment of the cultivation world, recalling that Lang came from the high mountains with an umbrella, and recalling that Dao Sheng howled the sun and crossed the river...... Think back to a bed...... , but Lin Ling always felt that it was just a means of cultivation, only Di Fan brought her passion, as a woman's passion, she just wanted to give Di Fan full of love and passion, not Zhongxuanyang, not Da Xuan, not Daosheng, she looked forward to Di Fan's rebirth countless times, and Di Fan roared the rivers and lakes, accompanied by the deep mountains, hand in hand. But who is Di Fan? Lin Ling was very lost, very painful, helpless, and anxious...... "Who is Di Fan?" Di Fan is gone. Di Fan is gone. Lin Ling wanted to cry, she needed to vent, so she closed the cave and cried happily.

Zhong Xuanyang felt very empty, very nothing, like a mortal into a nightmare, the cold spirit jade dew has been scattered all over the body, under the inner vision, there are endless dust-like fluorescent light in the body, all of which are nine numbers, there was no feeling of vanity when there was no gathering spirit into the body before, and now a pool of cold spirit jade dew into the body, Zhong Xuanyang is very hungry, all over the body is hungry, every cell is hungry, whining, hunger converges into a storm and swept the soul consciousness, Zhong Xuanyang almost died, died of hunger. Zhong Xuanyang calmed his mind, wrapped a wisp of extreme realm energy into the divine consciousness light group, and no longer took care of the guidance of finding the meridian and finding the pulse, so he simply adopted the law of the jungle and let it go, so the endless sound of hungry wolves gnawing sounded, and a whirlwind was formed around Zhong Xuanyang's body, Zhong Xuanyang was very uncomfortable, some parts were swollen, and some parts were shriveled, like a mud ball rubbed by a bear child. Zhong Xuanyang had no choice but to pull the Extreme Realm energy decomposition with all his might. Half a year later, the intensity of hunger finally weakened to a tolerable range, Zhong Xuanyang stopped cultivating, such disorder is not a good thing, he sensed the strength of his body, and it has been greatly improved, according to the level of desolation, it should have reached the level of a high-grade Dao treasure. Such a body is very strong in the Wasteland, but Zhong Xuanyang doesn't know enough, and there is still a long way to go from his requirements. Outside the wilderness, are there immortals and gods up and down, left and right? What kind of life are immortals? Is there a higher level of life above the immortals?...... Only strong, stronger, can he be qualified to explore verification.

After Lin Ling cried happily, her emotions calmed down, Lin Ling changed, she didn't know it. Cold, lonely, she had a blank in her heart, she clearly knew that Di Fan could not be found, so bury Di Fan and related memories. She went to the master's cave to concentrate on alchemy and refining, occasionally thinking about Dao Sheng and thinking about Zhongxuanyang, and when she thought about it, she looked cold and lonely.

In the depths of the extreme realm, Zhong Xuanyang decided to start with the second pulse of Rendu. Eight veins of the Qi Sutra, Ren Mai Du Mai Tong, then eight Mai Tong, eight Mai Tong Bai Mai Tong, Ren Mai main blood, Du Mai main qi, Qi and blood are vigorous and then cultivate six yin and six yang. "The one who supervises the pulse starts from the lower pole of Yu, and in the spine, up to the wind house, and enters the brain. Ren pulse starts below the middle pole, above the hair, through the abdomen, on the guanyuan, to the throat. ...... "Zhongxuanyang divides the divine consciousness into two parts, one captures the energy of the extreme realm with the assistance of the divine soul, and the other guides the energy in the light cluster to circulate into the acupoints at the same time with the two veins of Ren Du, and the number of stars in each acupoint is nine, which is fused with the cold spirit jade dew in the acupoint.

Five years have passed, and the wilderness has continued to operate. The world is in joys and sorrows, life and death are infinite, five years in the monk world is very long and short, longer than the sky, shorter than the hair, there are monks rising, there are monks silent.

Zhong Xuanyang is ninety-six years old, and in the year 2228 of the Wasteland, Zhong Xuanyang has successfully gathered spirits. Officially entered the cultivation realm and became a spiritual monk. The only difference is that his spirit is concentrated all over the body, not the dantian. At the same time, the jade plate on his waist flashed, and he knew that the deadline for the sect's mission had arrived. Zhong Xuanyang stood in the center of the extreme realm, and there was a faint light wriggling in front of him, and the wriggling light was like an ignorant and budding life, whispering to Zhong Xuanyang, revealing joy and fear. Under the observation of the Xuanyang Divine Sense, the light cluster turned into a trembling broken sword. The Extreme Realm should be born because of it. "Meeting is fate, you can follow me for the time being!" Zhong Xuanyang put the broken sword into the lung gold in his body and raised it in the Taiyuan acupoint, he did not continue to decompose and absorb the energy of the broken sword, all things have spirits, and killing souls is like killing, Zhong Xuanyang does not want to kill for no reason. The Extreme Realm is still there, and as long as the Central Xuanyang no longer attracts its energy, it will still be a desolate soul refining holy land.

Out of the extreme realm, he is Di Fan, although in Zhong Xuanyang or Lin Ling's heart, Di Fan is no longer Di Fan, but he is still Di Fan, Zhong Xuanyang understands Lin Ling, with the strength of his divine sense, Lin Ling's feelings are unobstructed, "Just let time smooth everything!" Zhong Xuanyang sighed.

Zhong Xuanyang went to the Cangwu Hall and received a large number of tasks, he wanted to finish his work in one battle, and he was kind and affectionate, so he could do his best. If he wants to travel through the wasteland, it must be a short time. Now that the spirit gathering is successful, whether Shou Yuan will follow the rules of the wasteland is only a thousand years, and he does not dare to have the luxury of what to expect, he must reach the spirit pill realm within a thousand years. But according to his current situation, the difficulty of the elixir is difficult to go to the blue sky. Zhong Xuanyang suddenly had a sense of urgency.

Zhong Xuanyang left the Cangwu Palace, a little lonely, Lin Ling's flying boat hadn't had time to return it yet, but now he didn't want to disturb Lin Ling's state of mind.

"Brother Di is well. A voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Cang?" The rain flute is still cultivated in the late stage of the soul infancy.

"Senior Brother Di, can you allow the rain flute to go with you for a while?"

"I can walk with Brother Yudi, and I can't ask for it. Di Fan arched his hand and smiled.

Out of the headquarters of the Desolate Sect, Di Fan Cangyu Flute traveled in a flying boat.

"Brother Yudi is so patient!" said Feizhou Nei Di Fan smiled. He knew that the rain flute was never a chance encounter.

"Senior Brother Di, forgive me, my father Di Tianyu, and my mother Mo Yuyan. Ren is so calm that he is almost cold, and Zhong Xuanyang is frightened. stared at the miserable and lonely Cangyu flute, and instantly understood the cause and effect.

Di Fan took out the Fan Di and offered it with both hands, "Brother Di Fan, forgive me, Dao Sheng has no choice but to steal Brother Di's identity." "Dao Sheng likes Fan Di very much, but when the main master comes to the door, he leaves it with his face on his face, Zhong Xuanyang can't do it, let alone the relics of the other party's parents.

"The rain flute is no longer a flute, if it weren't for the parents who only had this thing left, they wouldn't dare to be presumptuous. Cangyu Flute did not refuse, and stroked the Death Flute miserably.

"Brother Yu Di deduced the whereabouts of the Heavenly Flute from Di Fan's name?"

"Yes, in recent years, I have been searching for the origin of Di Fan, and I have no malice towards Brother Daosheng, I just want to find the relics of my ancestors. Thank you Brother Daosheng for your success. Di Fan is gone, Brother Dao Sheng is Di Fan. When he has a fate, he will thank his brother for his great grace. After saying that, Cangyu Flute got out of the flying boat and disappeared. Zhong Xuanyang smiled bitterly, this matter is complete, he, the Li ghost, has become Li Kui. Since Cang Yudi is so attentive, it is impossible not to know whether Dao Sheng's ability can be speculated in the realm, and he still does not hesitate to come to the door to ask for it, and it is usually tight to kill people and seize treasures in the cultivation realm. Zhong Xuanyang thought about the scar on Cang Yudi's face, Di Fan is extraordinary! Since he occupies his identity, he will have a chance to return him in the future!

This time, in addition to the tasks that the core disciples must take, Zhong Xuanyang is carefully selected, all of them are simple tasks, he doesn't want the sect's points reward, just to buy time. Six years have passed, there is still a task of wildfire jade left, the wildfire is located in the west of the wilderness, the wildfire is surrounded by scorched red thousands of miles, burning forever, the strange thing is that there is no volcano underground, a deep pit of three thousand miles in size is formed in the center, there is occasionally a wildfire jade at the edge of the pit, Zhongxuanyang has seen the sect's information about the wildfire jade and the wildfire plain, the fire of the wildfire field, the monk can not use refining and cultivation, this fire is extremely domineering, there have been countless fire cultivators who tried to refine, and finally they were burned into flying ashes, and there are also refining alchemy masters who try to refine the elixir magic weapon with this fire, but any material is calcined by this fire, all of them are nothing, and over time, except for the occasional monk who is looking for the wildfire jade, which has become a wasteland. The pit became a desperate situation. According to the information shown by the sect, Zhong Xuanyang arrived at the Wasteland and saw a figure from a distance, the figure was like a statue, and said in an indifferent voice: "Your name is Di Fan?"

"Who are you?" Zhong Xuanyang was a little vigilant, but he was not worried, there should not be many or no people in the Wasteland who could kill him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you took the things in the Extreme Realm?"

"You are the Supreme Elder of the sect?"

"Hand over your secrets, including the Cold Spirit Jade Dew and the Extreme Realm Taken. The old man gives you pleasure. ”

Zhong Xuanyang is sure that this gray-robed man is definitely a heavyweight of the Desolate Sect, and has been paying attention to him, the Hidden Peak or the Secret Realm of the Desolate Sect is not less than dozens of old monster-level Taishang, they are in retreat or traveling in the starry sky all year round, who is so idle to find him according to the clues, this person is afraid that he has long been in mind, as long as the ability of the ether is a little speculated, Lin Ling's master and apprentice are not normally promoted, Cold Spirit Yulu, the key is what is going on with the broken sword in the Extreme Realm? I'm afraid that Di Fan's identity has also been exposed.

"Don't try to escape, the old man of the Yin Soul Wood has seen it, and the old man of the extreme realm has sacrificed for countless years with secret methods, how can he not know. ”

"It's you, hehe. Zhong Xuanyang suddenly remembered Zhao Yifan of Xuanyuedu. "For the sake of the Desolation Sect, I don't want to embarrass you, you go, I will treat this matter as if it never happened. "Zhong Xuanyang can't say that he has any affiliation to the Canghuang Sect, but after all, the Canghuang Sect didn't embarrass him too much, and the etheric elder Wuyang, the sect leader Cangnan Xizhi's ability should have already detected his existence, but he didn't harm him. Not to mention Lin Ling.

"Arrogant things, I like to punish wine, and the old man will do it himself. The voice of the man in the green robe has not fallen, and the supernatural power has come out. The people in the green robe do not have the slightest contempt, the cold spirit jade dew, the things of the extreme realm exist for eternity, and the people who can take it away will not be simple. A big hand is like a canopy covering Zhong Xuanyang, Zhong Xuanyang just wanted to use the Xuan Ling Illusion, and found that the void was like a sticky swamp, in the blink of an eye, Zhong Xuanyang was fiercely grasped by the big hand, and the green robe man was ruthless to pinch and explode Zhong Xuanyang, and at the same time, the powerful divine consciousness sword hit Zhong Xuanyang's forehead like lightning. Zhong Xuanyang didn't resist, he wanted to try the power of the True One Realm Dao Saint. The green-robed man's divine sense pierced, and the halo of the Xuanyang Divine Soul in the package rippled like a ripple and calmed down, and his body only felt the squeeze of the huge force, and there was no other feeling, which was not far from his calculation, the energy level was different, and the green-robed man couldn't help him. In the Xuanyang divine consciousness turned into a willow leaf and slashed towards the forehead of the green-robed monk with all his might, a jade talisman appeared outside the green-robed man's soul, turning into a shield to block the willow leaf, the shield was like paper, and failed to stop the willow leaf in the slightest, the green-robed man was creepy, and an oil lamp-like magic weapon emitted a hazy halo to continue to block, the willow leaf regarded it as if it were nothing, pierced the soul of the green-robed man, pierced the monk's divine consciousness, the green-robed man's consciousness dissipated, the head was intact, like an empty jar, and even the internal brain and body disappeared, this power was now Xuanyang was dumbfounded, and he used his full strength to attack the divine sense, it was actually this effect, he decided not to use the willow leaf to kill people in the future。 Zhong Xuanyang killed someone for the first time in his life, he was very peaceful, he had dissected corpses, dissected other animals, he respected life worthy of respect, but wanted him to cut meat to feed eagles and feed tigers with his body, he felt that he was not so great and fraternal.