Just like Yang Ling said, God did not fight with Ling Cheng because of a Nandu, and life in Ling Cheng gradually became daily in the following time, but this does not mean that Zongtian living in Ling Cheng is also very comfortable. The truth is even contrary to imagination, if there is one word to describe Zongtian's life at this time, it should be in dire straits.

Although Zongtian's training was still in the early stages of its infancy, Yang Ling had already used some relatively old-fashioned methods to make Zongtian feel painful.

"You mean the practice of swinging punches?" Just before the training was about to start, in the face of Yang Ling's words, Zong Tian had to ask such a question.

"That's right." But apparently Yang Ling wasn't joking.

"Just like the previous one?"

"That's different, of course."

It seems that Zongtian will probably never be able to guess Yang Ling.

"So what's the same?" Although he was full of doubts about that kind of training, in terms of reliability, Zongtian still believed in Yang Ling.

"Of course that's it." Yang Ling took out a watering can, "The medicine doesn't need to be injected anymore, you can just inhale it." ”

This kind of answer naturally made Zongtian a little broken, but it might be like Yang Ling's first training, and some seemingly simple things really made him grow a lot.

"So how the hell is this thing sucked?" As a doctor, it is naturally impossible for Yang Ling not to know that there is a thing called atomizer in this world, so this somewhat wild watering can naturally has its reason.

"Lip sync." Although this statement surprised Zongtian very much,

"That's death." But Yang Ling's sudden joke made Zongtian's face twitch a little.

"What's wrong? Isn't it funny? Facing Zongtian's expression, Yang Ling was also a little surprised.

"If it weren't for the fact that I was going to suck it in my mouth, it might still be a little funny." Although so many descriptions have been added, Zongtian still feels a little sorry.

"It seems that I can't force what I'm not good at, so let's stop relaxing before training."

Although he knew that he was definitely the one who suffered, Zongtian was still a little lucky, and Yang Ling didn't force anything more at this time.

"So how the hell do you suck?" Again, urging words.

"Follow me." This time, there was no nonsense, and Yang Ling directly led Zongtian to a windowless room.

"It seems that it is indeed stronger than us in the real world, after all, the Spirit King is just like the Mountain King here." Yang Ling seemed to be still carrying out his humor intentionally or unintentionally, but Zong Tian had to pretend that he hadn't heard it.

"So how the hell do you suck?" And this uninspired urging was once again uttered by Zongtian.

"Is the essence of man really a repeater?" It seemed that he really felt that he had told a good joke, Yang Ling even looked at Zongtian with some expectation, and Zongtian walked out of the house without looking back.

It's just that before Zong Tian left the room, the door was suddenly locked. And when Zongtian turned his gaze to Yang Ling again, the faint death aura had already shrouded the other party's body.

"After all, it must be difficult to accept when you first come into contact with these, but I have no other way if you don't accept that kind of kindness."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Zong Tian was still a little disdainful in his heart, but when Yang Ling used the strange watering can in his hand to scatter some colorful mist, Zong Tian subconsciously felt that something was wrong. It was very similar to the pain of Yang Ling when he injected him with the Spirit King's soul energy, and Zongtian's consciousness also chose to close directly in such extreme pain.

I don't know how long I struggled in the darkness and pain, but after a long time, I finally had some signs of adaptation. Zongtian, who had already fallen to the ground, the first thing he could do at this time was to leave his face from the cold and hard ground first, and when his gaze could move up a little, Yang Ling's already squatting figure also appeared in front of him.

"Are you awake?" Although this is just a matter of course, compared to the next sentence Yang Ling is going to say, this is definitely gentle, "Suck it so much." ”

If Zongtian's situation could be a little better, then he would definitely be scolding at this time, but the situation at this time is wonderful, he can't even get up from the ground.

Although there is still some resentment in his heart, the gradual sobering of his mind has also allowed Zongtian to find some peace of mind. It's just sober but it also means thinking, so at this time, Zongtian can't help but wonder, what is he doing at this time? Was it really necessary for him to suffer this? Although such a question seems to be a bit unproductive, extreme pain can wear down people's will to survive, not to mention that at this time, Zongtian only has a little frustrated thought.

Slowly adapting to the painful environment, Zong Tian finally sat up from the ground. In fact, from the first glance at the colorful mist, Zongtian already knew what it meant, it was obviously the poison of the Spirit King, and it was something that Xiao Jiu had always feared. However, looking at Yang Ling, who was calmly wrapped in dead air, Zong Tian also had to wonder if such a concentration was still insignificant.

Although he still had the urge to cry, Zongtian still slowly clenched his fists at this time. No matter how much chance there is at this time, Zongtian, who has grown up, still wants to continue this path, for the sake of the soul that is still sleeping in his body, but also for himself.

Under the encouragement of Zongtian's self-hypnosis, he also had some courage at this time, but when he was about to take a deep breath, Yang Ling's hand suddenly fell on his mouth.

"I'm talking about nature not really sucking." Facing Zongtian's confused eyes, Yang Ling naturally gave the answer, "It's soul energy, absorb soul energy." ”

Although I don't understand whether this pain comes from the breath of the body or the whirlpool that he has been maintaining, since Yang Ling said so, the pain is likely to come from what he is about to do, but what Zong Tian can do at this time is to regain his courage.

Death is death, after choosing a somewhat depressing slogan, Zongtian also immersed his consciousness in his body. However, he was greeted by not a sharp pain, and even when Zongtian focused his attention on the whirlpool in his body, the pain became much weaker.

Such comfort naturally immersed Zongtian in it, and cultivation also became a kind of enjoyment at this time. In Zongtian's consciousness, time had once again become a virtual thing, and for this unexpected gain, Yang Ling naturally had no intention of interrupting it, and even after this room became clear again, he did not change that thought.

After all, he is no longer chased by death, and it is naturally impossible for Zongtian at this time to maintain this state all the time, and it is not much different from before. So the time is far less than two months, and Zongtian has slowly sobered up.

"How long has it been?" And such a question was also thrown to Yang Ling by him.

"It's not very long, it's a little more than a whole day."