Born from the Dead!

Looking at these four words, Ling Hao was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

For others, death is a very horrible thing. When the body is dead, everything is gone, what ambition, what beauty, what chivalry is gone.

But Ling Hao was not afraid, he had an ice spell in his body, and once he attacked, his whole body froze, just like he was dead. Every time, my father injected a lot of spiritual power to keep his heart from freezing.

When he offered to let his father not be able to inject spiritual power into him, his father refused on the spot. Ling Hao angrily asked his father:

"Do you want me to live like this for the rest of my life?"

"No, I hope you live your life in peace, the path of cultivation is too cruel, and you will lose a lot of things that you cherish." Ling Feng said flatly.

Ling Hao couldn't help but feel funny when he heard this, and he said sadly: "But I have nothing now, what are I afraid of losing?" ”

In the end, Ling Hao pulled out the dagger and forced him to die. Ling Feng agreed to give him a chance, and the two agreed to limit it to three minutes, as long as the time exceeded three minutes, Ling Feng would inject spiritual power into him.

After everything was ready, Ling Hao sat in the room on a full moon night, waiting for the Ice Spell to freeze itself.

Soon, the Ice Spell attacked, and in the past, Ling Hao would run and jump around the house frantically, making his body as hot as possible to fight against the Ice Spell. Therefore, many people also spread rumors that Ling Hao was crazy.

But this time Ling Hao didn't do this, he sat silently, his whole body exuding an amazing cold aura, where he sat was not a person but a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years. The chill that oozes from the bones is terrifying, and it is transmitted from every cell of the body. The sore spot is like tens of thousands of ants gnawing at every part of the body. Bones, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves are not painful, just like the pain of Ling Chi.

After a while, Ling Hao's lips turned purple from the cold, and his hands and feet stiffened. But I still endured this pain. Silently rely on the breathing method mentioned in ancient books to feel the rhythm of the body. He may not feel the rhythm, but the ice of life is real.

In the space of two minutes, he was frozen into an iceman. After turning into an iceman, all of Ling Hao's vital signs disappeared, and then Ling Hao came to an unknown pitch-black space as if he was out of his body, where Ling Hao saw hundreds of Dafa Phases sitting in the void, the Dharma Phases were his own appearance, and he was just a small phantom, even the size of a cell. He looked up.

Seeing the blood flowing in the body like a rushing river, each beat of the heart spurts out the blood, like the rising sun, revealing the glow of the sun. Bones, muscles, blood vessels, nerves, things that were previously thought to be small turned out to be so great.

As he indulged in this magnificent scene, a feeling of sadness suddenly came from all over his body, and then Ling Hao saw that the cells everywhere were frozen one by one, and the cells that were still full of vitality just now were instantly invaded by the cold ice and became dead things. However, the Ice Spell came violently, quickly drowning the cells that had not been frozen. This scene is like a tsunami thousands of meters high in the apocalypse, obscuring the sky and the sun, destroying cities and obliterating living beings.

In the face of the catastrophe, Ling Hao thought that the cells would be like cowardly lambs, to be slaughtered, after all, they were just unconscious small individuals, but he saw a different scene. The cells are desperately heating up in the moment before they are about to be frozen, and then the heat is transferred to the next cell, and the next one is passed on to the next, and each cell is trying its best to transfer the heat. But in a drop in the bucket, the ice spread to his chest. Then a magical scene appeared, Ling Hao found that the heat received by each cell continued to increase, and to a certain extent, a golden point of light emerged from the cell itself, just like a firefly in the pitch black, and the light point continued to converge, gradually becoming a stream of light.

At a certain moment, the golden streams of light reached a certain amount, and these streams of light actually rushed straight to a certain place in the void. Ling Hao followed the light and suddenly found that there was a layer of coating hidden there. Behind the coating is endless darkness, and the light stream hits the coating again and again, but it has no effect, but the light flow gets darker and darker in the impact. Ling Hao understood, these points of light were probably the last will of the cell, no matter what, he wanted to help, his mind moved, his phantom actually took the initiative to float towards the light stream, and the light stream actually poured into the phantom at once after coming into contact with the phantom.

At this moment, Ling Hao exuded a golden light, and the phantom gradually condensed into substance. The influx of golden light Ling Hao felt that he had become a flesh-and-blood person, and he was no longer an illusory figure. However, the statue of himself in the void has been frozen to his neck! Knowing that there was not much time, Ling Hao bumped into the direction of the coating, thinking that with his own blessing, the coating would be vulnerable, but when he hit it, he felt like he had hit a thick cotton flower. The coating was all bumped into a protrusion by Ling Hao, but it still did not shatter, but instead bounced Ling Hao back on top of the law phase, and Ling Hao was almost pressed into a sticker.

Seeing that the Ice Spell was imminent, Ling Hao quickly thought about countermeasures in his heart, and suddenly he raised his head, looked at the gray coating and said, "Since you are the film, then I will become a needle." ”

Ling Hao continued to gather the golden light of his whole body towards the fingertips of the middle finger of his right hand, and in an instant, the light of his fingertips shone like the sun and the moon.

Time was not waiting, Ling Hao slammed into the direction of the film again, and the impact of the coating was protruding again, but Ling Hao still refused to stop advancing, he was like a person who kept moving forward against a blizzard.

"It's not enough, it's going to continue."

Finally, the coating was as thin as a piece of paper in front of him, and he raised his right hand and poked it lightly. It's like a colorful bubble when it comes into contact with your fingers.

"Bang!" It seems to be silent slightly, but it bursts like the sun. The coating is broken!

An endless golden sky was close in front of him, and the golden light sprinkled down, like a golden holy sword, breaking through the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

Ling Hao's whole person was dyed golden, and in the golden light, Ling Hao seemed to see a white door. It's like what I saw in my mother's body as a child.

The gate seems to be close and far away, and it is unattainable. But people can't help but have a desire to get closer. The golden light quickly disappeared, leaving only Ling Hao, who was covered in gold.

In the outside world, Ling Hao's father had already injected ten minutes of spiritual power into him, but Ling Hao showed no sign of resurrection, and Ling Feng was unwilling to continue to inject spiritual power.

In the mysterious space, Ling Hao was looking at the icy Fa Phase, he didn't panic, because he had already found Tai Xi!

Tai Xi is the golden light!

Ling Hao slowly approached his own magic form, and the cold ice melted away quickly when he met him covered in golden light. He placed his hands on Faxiang's chest and crossed his golden light into it.

After the golden light was injected into the heart of the Dharma Phase, the Dharma Phase's actually regained its vitality.

"Bang bang!"

Ling Feng was in disbelief when he saw his son, who had lost his vital signs, actually had a heartbeat.

Is it a resurrection?

When Ling Hao woke up, it was already the fourth day, and he had been lying in bed for three days and three nights.

He didn't give his father too much explanation, but went straight to the courtyard, closed his eyes, and used the breathing method of the Tai Xi Body Forging Technique, and in an instant he came to that mysterious space again.

His Dharma appearance was still sitting upright, but there was a gentle golden light on his chest.

When Ling Hao carried the golden light to his feet, Ling Hao suddenly felt that his feet were warm and very comfortable.

He tried to run, but he didn't stop the car and hit the tree.

It turns out that this is the effect of Tai Xi, which can instantly increase the explosive power of the body.

Ling Hao thought of the golden sky behind the coating, and somehow, he suddenly looked forward to the arrival of the Ice Freezing Spell.