Ling Feng's face was indifferent, and he continued to swing his heavy sword, interweaving pieces of sword nets in front of him, and all the limbs of the bloody silver wolf that entered this sword net were cut in half by the sharp sword gang, and fell to the ground and turned into black smoke.

However, after the Blood Death Silver Wolf recovered from its body, it still pounced forward, although the wolf claws did not even touch a piece of Ling Feng's body, but the wolf's toughness may be what Xian'er likes, so that the Blood Death Silver Wolf will accompany Ling Feng to cultivate.

"Ka" was another sword slash, splitting a bloody silver wolf that was trying to get close in half, gently raising his head and looking at the rapidly recovering wolf body.

Ling Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Hey, if you go on like this, you will be tired to death, shouldn't you change your means, such a training method really costs people's lives." ”

With a chuckle in his heart, his figure shook slightly, and shadows quietly formed in the void behind him, but he played running with the bloody silver wolf.

Ling Feng, who was running, calculated in his heart that he would have to kill this bloody silver wolf many times in a day, but when he counted to 1000, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn, time flies really slowly." ”

Ling Feng glanced back at the bloody silver wolf that was chasing after him, he was a little worried in his heart, pulled the stainless steel sword and put it on his shoulder, and said softly, "It is very likely that you will not be able to resist this day!" ”

Suddenly, Ling Feng had an idea, jumped slightly, and fell in front of the stone gate, quickly opened the stone door a little, flashed out of the stone room, and stood next to the stone door.

The bloody silver wolf, seeing that the hateful human in front of him had finally retreated, and the little space opened by the stone door was just enough to allow himself to pass through his body, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly jumped up and jumped towards the outside of the stone gate.

Just when the bloody silver wolf thought that he could finally escape from this tomb, a heavy sword appeared in front of him as if it had cut through the void, splitting its head in two.

Ling Feng put away the heavy sword, shook his arms, and chuckled: "If you run out, wouldn't I be miserable, I will stay at this stone gate and guard it, if you come out once, I will be a sword, wouldn't it be much easier." ”

Next to the stone gate, Ling Feng raised his sword and stood on the edge of the open little space, and continued to swing his sword mercilessly, seeing that the bloody silver wolf could not escape, he also felt very relaxed, and smiled with satisfaction.

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"Plop!" "Plop!" …… As time passed, the Bloody Silver Wolf made Ling Feng fall to the ground again and again, but after so long, Ling Feng couldn't hold on a little anymore.

After a while, Ling Feng's teeth clenched, and he could now clearly feel his waist, legs, shoulders, and back...... All parts of the body have been sore to the limit, and they are almost unconscious: "The body is so heavy, I can't hold it anymore, hold on, hold on for a while, this day should be over." ”

"Hold on!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth, his arms were sore as if countless ants were biting at this time, his whole body was constantly trembling, and the muscles in every part of his body were trembling.

After a long time, finally—

"Peng!"

Ling Feng fell to the ground weakly with his whole body, and the Bloody Silver Wolf also rushed out in an instant, without looking at Ling Feng who fell to the ground.

Immediately, Xian'er appeared in front of Ling Feng, and said with a cold face: "I didn't hold on today, continue tomorrow." After saying that, he picked up Ling Feng, returned to the previous burial chamber and put him on the bed.

"It's so comfortable." Lying on the bed, his whole body was completely relaxed, and Ling Feng could clearly feel the numbness and itching in all parts of his body.

"Xian'er's training for me today is to train the coordination of all parts of my body! But this method will really kill people, the master has already tricked it, and he is still tired like this. Ling Feng thought depressedly as he lay on the bed.

The next day, Ling Feng was locked in the stone room by Xian'er, but Ling Feng didn't complain at all, because from Xian'er, Ling Feng completely understood that because the divine soul had spirituality, it contained a huge amount of energy.

If one's physical body can't withstand that kind of energy, the divine soul is likely to back, and the object will be the master, devouring one's divine consciousness and will, and dominating one's body.

At that time, he would become a living dead, knowing this, how dare Ling Feng slack off.

And the rules of this world, whoever has the big fist is the sky, and he can't refuse the task that Xian'er gave him.

In this way, it wasn't until ten days later that Ling Feng could finally hold on to the attack of the Blood Death Silver Wolf for a day, but Xian'er had changed to another undead beast and let Ling Feng practice against it.

Because Ling Feng's determination to become stronger now is unprecedentedly strong, in this continent where the strong are respected, people who have no strength can only be despised and disdained, and now they have the opportunity to become stronger, Ling Feng is very diligent in this regard.

He didn't want to suffer the insult like Zi Ling'er again, and he didn't want to experience the helplessness of facing the ancestor of the family holy land, and he didn't want to always ask Xian'er to protect himself in this cemetery, which man didn't have a bit of masculinity, so he had to be a strong man.

On Earth, he has no ambition because he is ordinary, but now, he has arrived in this world of the strong, and he also has the capital to become a strong man, so Ling Feng is not willing to be an ordinary person.

Although he didn't want to do anything to dominate the mainland, the most basic thing was that he couldn't let others bully him anymore and didn't dare to resist, and he didn't want to let the people he wanted to protect be hurt in the slightest.

Undead wolves, undead snakes, undead tigers, and so on.

Spring and summer are coming outside the cemetery, and Ling Feng, who is cultivating in the cemetery, is also entering the country day by day.

The cemetery was dimly overheaded, with black snowflakes floating in it, and it looked eerie and terrifying, and the ground was dry and cold everywhere.

This is a corner of the tomb temple world of the undead, where you can see some of the lowest undead such as skeleton groups and zombie groups, most of them are group activities, and it is very rare to dare to act alone.

Suddenly, the zombies who were slowly walking around all turned their heads to look in one direction.

"Boom" There was a rhythmic vibration sound on the ground, and a golden retriever zombie raised its head and roared, and suddenly the entire zombie group began to move quickly.

But in just a moment, a blood-red figure rushed from the distant earth at great speed, this figure, wearing blood-red armor, his face was also covered by a mask, and his cold gaze swept around through the mask.

"Ahhh

Suddenly, the whole scene was dusty, tearing and roaring, and white bones were dancing.

When he was cultivating, he didn't have any concept of time, and in the blink of an eye, it was morning, and Ling Feng hadn't reached the legendary "Bigu" now, so he also had to rest and eat.

As Ling Feng's attack stopped, those undead on the battlefield also stopped, and Ling Feng at this time no longer had the might and arrogance that he had just appeared.

The broken armor, the haggard expression, the limp limbs, could no longer stand on their own, lying on the ground, slowly exhaling, after a while, Ling Feng, who had recovered a little physical strength, staggered to support his body.

Sitting up, stretching his waist, the bones all over his body "thunderbolted" like firecrackers, the corners of Ling Feng's mouth hooked a lazy smile, and said in a low voice: "That's how it feels...... A feeling of getting stronger. ”

After casually taking out a few snow fruits from his arms and throwing them into his mouth, Ling Feng stood up again, his fists and feet dancing, bringing up a strong wind, and flying back and forth among the group of undead. "I seem to have gotten used to it."

Suddenly, a scuffle between people and the undead began again-

"I don't know, what level of strength have I reached now? The Pseudo-Soul Realm should be coming soon, right? Unexpectedly, refining the strength of a person's physical body to the extreme, even a person who does not have a soul root and elemental soul can also reach the realm equivalent to a cultivator's pseudo-soul point.

It's been two years, and I've been cultivating for two years, but I haven't thought of pseudo-even soul points, cultivation, it's really difficult! Xian'er said that only when the power of the physical body is refined to the realm of pseudo-soul points, can the divine soul transplant be carried out, and in another half a month, he must reach the realm of pseudo-soul points. After a while, Ling Feng put away his fists and kicks and muttered to himself.

"Well, Xian'er is here!" Ling Feng suddenly looked up at the dim sky, only to see a white figure flying from the southern cemetery at an extremely fast speed.

(End of chapter)