Ling Yun himself didn't expect that after he had carefully arranged all kinds of traps, he found that his opponent was weak and vulnerable.

"It's time to start the practice in earnest. ”

"Since that cultivator is dead, it's better to use his home. ”

The autumn wind is drifting, the red leaves are home, and the autumn clouds are light.

In the blink of an eye, it was already three months later, and Ling Yun was living like a beast in the mountains. However, the path of cultivation has also officially begun.

The so-called human being is the spirit of all things, and the spirit is not the aura but the spiritual power. Yu Dan is angry, and he is angry in the lower abdomen, this is a spiritual life. The opening of the spirit life is very simple, you only need to meet the necessary conditions for the cultivation of the exercises, and you can achieve the spirit life.

Spending effort to stabilize it is the middle stage of spiritual life, which sounds quite simple, but in fact, stable cultivation is not something that can be stabilized by continuing to cultivate.

In front of Ling Yun was a wild boar covered in sludge, and the sideburns on his body stood up like steel needles.

"Roar!"

The wild boar faced Ling Yun, his hind feet constantly rubbing the ground, angrily ready to tear apart the person in front of him.

"Does it feel like death?"

The wild boar rushed over in an instant, carrying a gust of wind, and even the fallen leaves around it were swept aside.

Ling Yun watched the inferior plants get closer and closer, standing quietly there, with no expression on his face.

As the boar got closer and closer, he suddenly took a step to the left, and then rushed straight at the boar, no longer dodging.

The boar was covered in mud, but its sharp teeth were not something to be underestimated.

Ling Yun ran his own exercises wildly, and in an instant, Ling Yun missed the attack of the wild boar. With his backhand, he drew a bloody mark on the back of the wild boar.

The wild boar's fangs suddenly became no longer a threat to Ling Yun.

The boar turned around angrily and tried to attack again, and its fat body shook again.

"Try this!"

Ling Yun let out a loud shout, rushed forward, grabbed the wild boar's fangs, and struggled to lift it up.

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world!"

Ling Yun threw the boar to the ground, then rode on the boar, discarded his long sword, and smashed it into the boar's head with punch after punch.

"Ahh

The wild boar let out a miserable scream and struggled frantically, and Ling Yun had a vague feeling of being unable to suppress it.

Fly down the boar and kick it away. A tumbling picks up a long sword on the ground.

The muscles of his right hand swelled like the roots of a tree. A sword swing down.

With a sword slash, the boar's skull was exposed.

"Bump!"

The boar arched Ling Yun into the air and slammed into him.

"You can still fight!" Ling Yun's eyes flashed, and the attack just now didn't hurt much.

Holding the long sword in his hand high, the spiritual power of his hands continued to gather, as if the power was gathered to the highest point.

The wild boar rushed over like crazy, trying to kill Ling Yun with his sharp fangs.

"Die!" The spiritual power in Ling Yun's hand converged infinitely, and it slashed at the wild boar's head. The wild boar didn't even let out a scream before Ling Yun shattered its skull, piercing the entire skull.

The wild boar followed the inertia, rolled on the ground, and flipped to Ling Yun's feet, its muscles twitching constantly.

A pig's head was cut in two by Ling Yun's long sword, and the head stained with bright red blood was exposed, and the colorful patterns inside the head continued to flow out, splashing on Ling Yun's blood-stained clothes.

Fallen leaves fall in the boar's blood with the wind.

He wiped his sword clean on the boar, looked at the steaming boar, and then at his tattered coarse linen clothes, and smiled.

Ling Yun picked out the pig's heart with his sword, and then chewed it heavily. Although the smell of fishiness is permeating, it has to be done in order to improve its strength.

"No matter where I am, I am always in danger, and I must always be in danger, and my demon cultivation in this life is naturally on the edge of the cliff. ”

Thinking about it, Ling Yun suddenly asked with a strange taste.

When I looked up, a dark figure stepped on a dead branch and strolled forward.

This is an old wolf who is out of the pack, and what is terrible about the wolf pack is his collective ability rather than his ability to fight alone.

That being said, the combat power of a wolf should not be underestimated.

The wolf had gray-white hair, limped on its hind legs, and had a cruel and cold glow in its eyes.

Obviously, this old wolf was attracted by the smell of blood produced by Ling Yun's killing of pigs, and the wolf and the dog are the same ancestor, and both have a rather keen sense of smell.

Wolves are bloodthirsty animals with a keen sense of smell, and no wind or grass can escape the wolf's vision. In order to maintain their vitality, wolves usually weed out weak, backward species.

Ling Yun slowly stood up, the long sword in his hand tightly in his hand.

He had just killed a wild boar, and his physical and spiritual powers had been exhausted. If it had been before, Ling Yun would have avoided this old wolf immediately, but this time he wanted to see what he had improved over the past few months.

Ling Yun's eyes were slightly cold, if he did it himself, he couldn't hesitate at all.

He stepped back slightly, ready to kill the old wolf in front of him with one blow.

Suddenly, the old wolf stared at Ling Yun, his eyes shrank, and he instinctively felt a dangerous birth.

Cautiously retreated, and after a few steps turned around and ran backwards, disappearing into the jungle.

Coming and going in a hurry, Ling Yun didn't expect this old wolf to be so cautious.

The battle begins in silence and ends in silence.

Just let your guard down.

Suddenly, the old wolf jerked out of the jungle and pounced towards Ling Yun, a strong aura of death rushing towards his face.

The heart that had just been relieved suddenly rose to his throat.

Ling Yun forcibly calmed down, dodged the pounce sideways, and returned a sword, but he didn't expect the hungry wolf to dodge directly.

Ling Yun painted a palm with his left hand and slapped it on the head of the hungry wolf who had not yet gained a stable foothold.

Whoa

The hungry wolf screamed miserably, and then his head slammed into Ling Yun's hand.

He hurriedly withdrew his left hand, kicked it on the hungry wolf, and gasped.

"Gotta kill him!

The exercises in the body rotated rapidly, the blade of the long sword was pulled out, and a sword slashed at the head of the hungry wolf, and the hungry wolf fell to the ground with a scream.

"Whew, it's solved. ”

Ling Yun walked over and plunged a sword into the neck of the hungry wolf, the old wolf ending his life of sin.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ling Yun regained his strength, otherwise in such a dangerous place, there might be a risk of dying at any time.

Suddenly, Ling Yun heard a sound that kept coming from far and near, like the sound of pushing against a tree and then crushing it.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Ling Yun could soon hear the sound of dead branches and leaves being crushed.

"This unbridled voice, so dangerous!"

Ling Yun dodged far away and looked at it, it was a giant elephant.

It was pushed back short, but its entire body leaned forward to resemble that of a modern African elephant, with a long hair, a high head and forehead, and curled incisors in a twisted shape.

Ling Yun glanced at the size and realized that he was not this opponent at all, and slowly retreated, hoping not to attract the attention of this monster.

Finally returning to the cabin, Ling Yun opened the map and found that he had nothing left to do. Cultivation is also a long-term thing, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

"It's time to go back and get back what belongs to me!"