It has been more than two months since Zhang Lang fought against the spiritual power tribulation for the first time, during which he also fought once, and he has failed, although he failed, but the harvest is huge, he has touched the threshold of building the foundation, and there is not much left of the Linghao stone in his dantian, probably less than one-third of the original.

As soon as dawn was the day, Zhang Lang went out, and he trotted in the direction of the back mountain, is he going to fight the robbery again? Oh, it seems that he didn't trot. The purpose of his visit to Houshan was to recuperate his body and mind and prepare for the next catastrophe.

On this day he came to a stone gate again, but he did not go in, he wandered in front of the stone gate and was considering whether to go in or not. Because the master once said to him: "If you don't have a certain certainty, don't go into the heart of the practice, the aura in the heart is very violent, there are many terrible spiritual power phantom attacks, although it is not fatal, but it hurts to hit the body, there are many people in the sect who have entered, but no one has been more than three days, although there have been people who have been in it for three days to improve the first order, but they dare not continue to stay inside, the higher the realm, the greater the damage, if you really want to go in, you must think twice, once you can't stand it, you must come out immediately." The master's words are still lingering in my ears. Zhang Lang thought for a while: "If you want to become a master, you must be able to endure hardships and overcome any difficulties." ”

Zhang Lang pushed open the stone door and stepped in, the violent aura rushed to his face, and almost rushed Zhang Lang out, although he was not swept out, but he took a few steps back.

"The master is right, the aura here is really violent, even I, who have not succeeded in building a foundation, can dare to receive the aura of the Dao": Zhang Lang muttered to himself.

Lian Xin Road is a long passage, about a thousand zhang long, about five zhang wide, and a purple sea of fire at a depth, which looks quite scary. Zhang Lang took a deep breath and continued to walk forward, when he had walked more than ten steps, suddenly a middle-aged man with a machete rushed towards Zhang Lang, raised the machete and slashed at Zhang Lang. Can you still survive this knife? Zhang Lang was about to escape, but he was a little slower, and the knife slashed at Zhang Lang's body, and Zhang Lang was cut and fell to the ground.

"Whoa"

A pig-killing cry resounded throughout the entire heart training road. "Damn, it really fucking hurts" Zhang Langzhong burst into a foul mouth in pain. "What the master said is really right, it's really an aura injury, it's not fatal, but it's too painful! Zhang Lang stood up, patted the dust on his body and continued to walk forward, and when he walked to the place just now, this time it was not the middle-aged man with a machete but a young man, and punched Zhang Lang. With the example of last time, Zhang Lang stood firm and let his fist hit him, "Whoa" was still very painful, this time he was prepared and was not flipped over, but he took two steps back.

Zhang Lang suffered in a pain, but he did not give up, took two steps forward strongly, began to meditate and run the "Waste Sutra" mental method, and let the aura phantom hit himself, there are human form strikes, there are demonic beast strikes, those with knives, those with sticks, spell strikes, from time to time are knocked down, are flipped over, after dozens of hundreds of hits Zhang Lang has adapted to the aura phantom attack in this place.

He continued to walk on, stopping when he came to the spot where the aura apparition was attacking, and continued to accept the abuse. Every time you walk to a place where there is an aura phantom strike, you will be sent flying.

"Wow" touch ~ "Ah" touch ~ "rely on the real pain" to practice the heart road from time to time to come from this pig-like cry.

"Damn, his grandmother is a bear, is this the phantom attack, how does it feel like someone is manipulating, using the aura phantom to hit me" Zhang Lang couldn't help but say a foul word.

"Ah plagiarism~" Somewhere on the road of practicing the heart, a white-haired old man snorted angrily. "Who~ Who is scolding me" The old man said angrily, and when he heard that it was Zhang Lang scolding, he smiled and nodded: "Ha~ha~ The little guy is interesting."

Zhang Lang has been abused for three days in Lianxin Road, and in these three days, he has been flown and knocked down countless times, and each time he stands up strong and accepts the next abuse. Shouts, scolding, and moaning resounded throughout the entire training path. The further you go, the more violent the aura becomes, the phantom power attack becomes stronger and stronger, and the pain becomes greater and greater. It is often necessary to stay in one place for a day or two before moving forward.

After another twenty-five days of abuse, Zhang Lang finally walked to the depths of the heart training path and came to the purple sea of fire, and there was not much dry food left with him. This sea of fire is as realistic as the real fire is burning, except that it burns purple in color.

"What kind of fire is this, why is it purple? Will this burn on the body be burned to death?" after speaking, he threw the paper containing dry food on his body into the purple sea of fire. The paper swirled in the sea of fire and fell to the ground, showing no sign of burning.

"It seems that this purple fire is also an aura illusion, but it just looks more real," Zhang Lang said. After saying that, he jumped into the depths of the sea of fire.

"Hmmm~ah~oh!" Suddenly, a pig-like roar sounded in the purple fire. Zhang Lang jumped out of the purple fire and escaped.

"It really fucking hurts, this aura fire sea is really too realistic, the feeling of burning on the body is the same as the feeling of the real fire burning on the body, is it the same as the aura phantom power attack to be cyclic and gradual, so that you can go deeper. Zhang Lang came out of the purple fire and said with a sigh.

In this way, Zhang Lang tried several times, and it was really as he guessed, and he had to go deeper from the periphery little by little.

After Zhang Lang knew that his guess was true, he came to the periphery of Zihuo to meditate and operate the mental method. After three days of purple fire burning, he finally walked into the depths of the purple fire, but the inside of the purple fire was not burned in ordinary pain, but several times or even ten times that of the middle circumference. Although Zhang Lang had adapted to all the purple fires in front of him, he was still burned to the depths of the purple fire, and the monkey was still dancing and screaming.

Zhang Lang is still only a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, but he doesn't know how much pain he has to endure now, how much determination he has made, and how much perseverance he has to endure such pain.

Zhang Lang gradually adapted to this kind of purple fire burning, he used his mental method to try to introduce the purple fire into the dantian to burn the Linghao stone, and used the method of aura to decompose the Linghao stone, but he failed and the purple fire could not be introduced into the dantian. Just because Zhang Lang failed doesn't mean that other objects can't. At this time, the bead that invaded his dantian on the teleportation stone altar of the city of connection was sucking the purple fire into Zhang Lang's dantian little by little to burn the Linghao stone, but the bead was flying at high speed, hitting every egg-sized Linghao stone, trying to smash each Linghao stone so that the purple fire could fully burn the Linghao stone.

This Linghao stone was too hard like iron, and although it was hit by the balls, few of them were broken, and burning it with purple fire had the same effect. Some were shattered, and some were burned and decomposed by the purple fire, all of which had resisted the spiritual power tribulation last time.

After another two days of purple fire burning, Zhang Lang had completely adapted to the purple fire, and now the purple fire was useless to him. Unless the foundation is successfully built and he enters the first level of the ground level, then the purple fire will be useful to him. As your realm improves, your path will also increase with your level.