A round of sunset sank into the stream, and the red wave swayed. com

One black and one white, one old and one young.

I stood in front of the stream of the Monkey Forest again.

Ning Yi's face was a little pale, and he let out a long breath, looking at the quiet dense forest in front of him.

"It's, for the first time tonight"

In the heart lake, it vaguely began to boil.

The next moment.

The first pair of miserable white eyes opened in the monkey forest, followed by the second and third pairs, and the long night that had fallen into darkness was ignited in an instant, and then a hoarse voice sharper than a baby's night cry sounded.

The divine pond is boiling and the sky is boiling.

From the first moment the scream sounded, the soul was stabbed sharply!

Every minute is extremely difficult.

Ten breaths in a second like a year.

Ning Yi's expression was painful, and the five fingers clutched next to Ye Changfeng's sleeve sank.

The stream rippled in a circle.

The ape, who had opened its miserable white eyes, hung upside down from the trunk of a tree, with a fierce face and bared teeth, but it was only ten breaths, and the pair of figures standing in the stream disappeared into thin air.

These days, the scene of disappearing out of thin air has appeared countless times, from the beginning of looking at each other, to now getting used to the "big change of life" in the stream.

The apes folded their sharp fangs and hung from the treetops, looking at each other with an unconcealed flash of tiredness in their eyes.

I've been tied up here for half a month

The white-robed old man really did what he said, and he didn't let them loose for half a month, but fortunately, the aura here is dense, and they can sustain their lives by swallowing the aura, otherwise they would have starved to death.

With the cultivation realm of that white-robed old man, it was easy to step into the deepest part of the dense forest.

But the boy couldn't hold it up

The ferocious ape's anger has been worn away a lot in the past half a month.

Not sure when they will come back.

Over and over.

Never stop repeating

It's not just the anger, even the monkey hair has been worn out a lot.

Some of the white apes who were hanging from the trees could not stand it anymore, and they looked extremely tired, so they seized the time to close their eyes and recuperate, and became drowsy.

According to their experience, it won't be long before the old and the young will make a comeback.

The big stone in the back mountain, Ye Changfeng looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

On the top of Ning Yi's head, wisps of purple mist flowed, enveloping his body, looking holy and peaceful, compared to the first time he recuperated for half a day, it was much better now, but after a hundred or ten breaths, Ning Yi let out a long breath of depression and opened his eyes.

Shenchi is peaceful.

This is Ning Yi's spiritual training.

This process is extremely painful.

If it was just once, it would be fine, but Ning Yi carried out dozens of hundreds of times, day after day, night and night, in order not to cause permanent damage to his soul, the ancestor of the West Sea would help him protect the heart lake, but even so, those monkey cries in the monkey forest still couldn't resist.

Ning Yi opened his eyes and closed his eyes, even in a dream, it was faintly like there were countless monkeys calling in his ears in the first few days, especially strong, it had become a nightmare.

Ye Changfeng looked at Ning Yi's eyes with some incredulity, his original intention, the cultivation of the divine soul could be carried out a little slower, slower, but he never expected that Ning Yi would fight so hard.

Few people have been able to keep trying as high density as Ning Yi.

The perseverance and perseverance of this young man is a quality that ordinary people simply cannot attain.

Ning Yi stood up, clenched his fists, and said, "Sir, I'm resting." ”

Ye Changfeng nodded.

The two instantly returned to the stream in the back mountain of Shushan.

The stream immediately exploded into a dense roar of monkeys.

This time the time was a little shorter, Ning Yi grabbed the old ancestor's big sleeves, and when the two returned to the shadow of the big stone, it was only nine breaths since the last time they left.

The time to recuperate is getting shorter and shorter.

Then the two of them went back and forth more and more frequently.

The ancestor of the West Sea, who cultivated to the realm of heaven, took the trouble to take Ning Yi back and forth and move.

If the cultivators of Penglai Immortal Island, the disciples of the Ancestral Master Hall, and those kendo geniuses who regard Ye Changfeng as their idol see it, they will definitely feel incredible.

This old ancestor, who stood at the highest place of Nirvana, was willing to spend such an important amount of time with Ning Yi to do this repetitive, boring, and boring thing.

But in fact, Ye Changfeng likes it very much.

He admired the young man he liked more and more, and after the first glance, he gradually saw the deep advantages of Ning Yi's body, which some outsiders could not find.

He has lived for a long time, and it is very objective to say that his cultivation realm will no longer allow his body to show the characteristics of aging, and if the time comes, then he will leave, and there will be no more old, decaying, and then depleting process.

From the moment Ye Changfeng crossed the five-hundred-year limit, he was a person who fought against the sky.

The years do not leave a mark on him.

As long as that wisp of divine soul, that sword heart is still strong and indestructible, then he only needs a thought, he can return to the appearance of twenty years old, the appearance of thirty years old Now Ye Changfeng chose such a appearance, because he is indeed old, he does not belong to this era, he is twenty years old and thirty years old, he has died a long time ago, more than 500 years of life, a Jiazi, only one Jiazi is young, most of the years, he is such a white-robed and gray-haired appearance to see people, meditating in the West Sea, others call him an ancestor, this shout is several generations of flowers blooming。

Over the centuries, he has seen countless geniuses.

He who came to the West Sea to seek the way.

Looking for a chance.

Asking for a sword move by himself, for advice.

Some are sharp, some are round, some are arrogant, and some are introverted, he has not moved his mind to accept disciples, but he doesn't like them all.

Pei Min and Zhao Rui's disciple, the genius sword cultivator named Xu Zang, is actually a good seedling, but his personality is too paranoid and he doesn't quite match himself.

The first time Ye Changfeng saw Ning Yi, he actually saw the shadow of the proud disciple taught by Pei Min and Zhao Rui, but it was just fleeting.

During these days, he saw more things.

It is not a struggle of noble birth.

Persistence that does not disagree with the world.

Don't worship reason, don't take detours.

Feeling all the way, gritting his teeth and grasping all opportunities, Changfeng looked at Ning Yi, often feeling that he was like a weed, the snow does not freeze, the wildfire does not burn, even if all the grass in the world is frosty, this weed will straighten its spine and live tenaciously.

The night is over.

This spiritual struggle, which is similar to "boiling eagles", already has a tendency to dump victory, and Ning Yi stood in the stream, supporting twenty breaths.

It wasn't that in just one night, his spirit had become so powerful.

It's the monkeys in this dense forest, who can't stand it.

The number of eyes that opened was much less.

For half a month, the daily torment was like a hammer, hammer after hammer, and finally broke the spirit of some white apes.

Ning Yi's spirit was still vibrant.

He was not the vile victor in this struggle.

Every day when the day is about to dawn, I only go back to the small frost tower to sleep for half an hour, and then I go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to meditate during the day, exploring the world left by the sword-wielder in my mind, and even if I have a free day, I will give an opening sermon.

These white apes have a time to rest.

But Ning Yi didn't.

"It's almost dawn"

Ye Changfeng's voice sounded, and the meaning here is also very clear, it's dawn, do you want to rest?

Ning Yi shook his head.

"No, sir, I can't let them rest today. ”

The monkeys in the monkey forest obviously can't bear it anymore.

Boil.

Keep boiling.

As for how far Ning Yi will survive, with the action of the Old Ancestor of the West Sea, it will not be long before he reaches the end of the dense forest, and the important thing is that it will take a while for him to break the singularity.

The deeper the monkey forest went, the greater the pressure on the divine soul, and Ning Yi conservatively estimated that it would take thirty breaths to break the singularity by himself.

The secret of the back mountain of Shu Mountain, the trace of the mountain lord Lu Sheng, if nothing else, is at the end of the monkey forest in the back mountain.

Ning Yi couldn't let go of this opportunity.

After daybreak, and then it was dark, and six hours passed.

Ning Yi's expression was pale and sluggish, and when he came to the monkey forest this time, those hoarse voices still sounded, but a large number of them were scarce, and the voice carried a trace of tiredness and pain.

He clenched Ye Changfeng's sleeves.

The Old Ancestor of the West Sea understood what Ning Yi meant.

The figures of the two people stepped out in an instant, and this back mountain was shrouded by an incomparably powerful ban, and even Ye Changfeng couldn't use his magical powers to instantly pass through the monkey forest.

The wind broke through, Ning Yi saw a pair of miserable white eyes, a weak upside-down white ape, after stepping into the woods, the pressure of the divine soul really increased, but most of the monkeys were about to be "boiled to death" by themselves, so as Ning Yi expected, all this went smoothly.

The deepest part of the monkey forest is a stone wall.

Ning Yi silently recited the Dragon Sutra, his eyes wandered on the stone wall, looking for the "singularity" inch by inch.

In a very short moment, the young man's eyes lit up.

"The singularity has been found. ”

Gritting his teeth, his soul was like a knife, he held one hand weakly, and the white streamer flew in the sky, swept into his palm, a pure white bone flute leaf.

The sword bone of the sword bearer cannot be stopped by all the barriers, prohibitions, and singularities in this world.

The Plains of Bones burst into a blazing brilliance.

The moment the singularity broke, the stone wall rumbled and resounded.

When the singularity is broken, there is usually another world behind it.

However, what appeared in front of Ning Yi's eyes was not a burst of white light, nor was it a new world.

The stone wall pans to the sides to reveal a second stone wall.

The second stone wall is clearly not eroded by the years.

Ning Yi, who was pinching the dragon scripture, stared at the stone wall with wide eyes, and stared straight at the stone wall, the scriptures were running fast, and he was holding the bone flute leaf in one hand, trying to find something from the stone wall.

There is no singularity.

This stone wall, there is no singularity!

The moment the first stone wall toppled open, those sleepy monkeys seemed to be stimulated, and immediately exploded, and the entire monkey forest was about to be swept out!

The overwhelming sound came out.

Ye Changfeng's expression changed sharply, his big sleeves swept over, and the childish man was horizontal in front of him, and one hand was already on Ning Yi's back collar.

Even if Shushan has a big secret, it can only give up now.

If he stays any longer, Ning Yi's soul will be directly shattered.

Ning Yi, who was dragged by the back collar, clenched his fists and took one last look with great unwillingness.

He saw a tiny gap.

What is that?

Twisty and slender......

Like what is it used to inlay ...

Ning Yi suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, wait!"