Two hours later, Feng Lao scooped up the night sun, at this time his whole body was red, and there was a thin layer of burnt skin on his skin, vaguely exuding the aroma of barbecue, and even the exhalation was hot.

Yeyang looked at Feng Lao angrily, but Feng Lao didn't think so, and took him away from the volcano and came to a river waterfall again.

This is not the waterfall in front of the wooden building, the waterfall is too high, and the impact is far from being able to withstand the current night sun.

This waterfall is only a dozen meters, but it should not be underestimated, and its impact can also be seen from the sound of the rapids crashing on the rocks.

Feng Lao pointed to the rocks below the waterfall and said, "In the past, sit on it for two hours. ”

Yeyang was still angry, and when he heard his words, he stood still and stood still.

"Smack!" a willow branch slammed mercilessly on Yeyang's body, stinging and burning, the pain more than doubled, and the pain made him gasp.

"Ah......" Yeyang glared at Feng Lao, wanting to beat him, but he couldn't beat him, and he didn't dare to disobey again, so he could only roar and rush to the waterfall, spreading all his anger on the waterfall.

With a "bang", the night sun was washed out by the current, and it seems that the waterfall is not easy to mess with.

A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, which not only did not discourage Yeyang, but instead stimulated his ferocity, he got up and roared again and rushed towards the rock, only to "bang" again, he was still swept away by the torrent.

Swept away by the torrent more than twenty times, Yeyang finally "climbed" onto the rock, sat cross-legged with great difficulty, and endured the impact of the flowing water, and his back was soon smashed with red marks, he snorted and gritted his teeth to insist......

This island is quite strange, one side is a volcano, the other side is a glacier, the glacier is cold and windy, the entrance is a canyon, the cold is biting, the wind is howling, the wind and the cold double oppression, from time to time there are broken ice mixed in, the more terrifying it is.

At the entrance to the canyon, a shirtless figure stood in the cold wind, shivering, but still holding on.

This figure was the night sun, and after being hit by the flowing water under the waterfall for two hours, Feng Lao brought him here again, and in the cold wind, his physique slowly climbed......

At the end of the day's training, Yeyang dragged his tired, scarred body back to the wooden building.

Feng Lao took out a half-human-high bronze tripod, then filled half of the snow water melted with ice and snow, and refined the elixirs into the copper tripod, and finally formed a light green medicinal liquid for most of the half-tripod.

Regardless of whether Yeyang wanted it or not, Feng Lao directly threw it into the bronze tripod.

The effect of the liquid medicine is extraordinary, and the scars all over the body heal quickly under the invasion of the liquid medicine, and by the time the light green liquid becomes colorless, the skin and flesh are already intact and there is no trace left. Even if Yeyang wanted to use the reason of being injured as an excuse not to cultivate tomorrow, it wouldn't work.

Under the combing of the cool medicinal liquid, he felt extremely comfortable after a day of pain, and he actually fell asleep deeply.

Time flies, and day by day is scorched by magma, impacted by torrents, baptized by cold winds, and soaked by medicinal liquids.

After eight months of penance on the island, Yeyang's old skin fell off and new skin grew, successfully entering the second level of the Body Refining Realm: Meat Refining.

The increase in strength made his physique and resistance increase, but he did not feel half relaxed because his cultivation conditions were also changing. The protective cover has been thinned, the height of the waterfall has increased, and the location in the canyon has been deepened.

Another year later, Yeyang's strength improved again, reaching the third level of the Body Refining Realm: Refining Tendons.

In the realm of refining the body, refining skin and refining meat belong to a small realm, refining tendons and refining bones is a small realm, and refining dirt is also a small realm.

After entering the tendon refining, the original cultivation method was no longer of much use to him, and Feng Lao changed the new cultivation method for him again.

If refining skin and flesh improves the body's defense, refining tendons and refining bones improves the strength and speed of the body.

As soon as he entered the first day of refining, Feng Lao asked Yeyang to put on a set of full-body armor, up to the helmet and down to the iron boots, weighing a total of five hundred catties, except for going to the toilet, even if he ate and slept, he couldn't take it off.

At first, he was not used to it, and it became difficult to walk, but over time he gradually got used to it.

In the morning, Yeyang would run around the island, a distance of dozens of miles; in the morning, he would climb a 100-meter-high cliff; in the afternoon, he would carry a large stone of 1,000 pounds and squat under a waterfall of nearly 100 meters.

In the course of three years, Yeyang reached the fourth layer of bone refining and the fifth layer of refining dirt, and finally got rid of the heavy armor that was already two thousand catties.

The cultivation method has been changed again, and now there are only two things left in Yeyang's daily cultivation, one is to sit on the deep-sea chassis, the other is to breathe in the glacier canyon, and there is also the fight against the brute beasts every month.

When the heavens and the earth first opened, the ten thousand races found that the human form was the most perfect energy carrier between heaven and earth, and the cultivation efficiency was several times that of other forms, so they developed towards the human form, and after reaching a certain realm, they would turn into a human form, but their descendants were still in the form of a race, and in order to let their descendants have the talent of the human race, the various races have carried out countless explorations.

Some people reach the strongest realm and forcibly change the physical genes of their race, leaving only the bloodline, and from then on, the descendants are born in human form, and only when they reach the high realm can they transform in human form and beast form, and the race of the night sun is this one.

There are also people who intermarry with the Terrans to allow their descendants to acquire human form, but this method will make the bloodlines become mixed, and it will be difficult to change back into the original body.

In addition, some ordinary beasts can also transform into human forms after becoming demons or immortals through cultivation, and can change at will between humans and beasts.

But there are some beasts, but no matter what realm they cultivate, they can't turn into human form, they can only maintain the form of beasts, these are brute beasts, just like a little wolf howling at night.

Brute beasts are divided into one to nine grades, corresponding to the nine realms of cultivation, although they are dull in talent and low in wisdom, but they are better in longevity, their vitality is more than ten times higher than that of other races, and their physique is extremely strong, their strength is infinite, their skin is rough and thick, and they are much more powerful than cultivators in the same realm.

The gap between the first few realms of cultivation is not large, just like between each small level of the body refining realm, the latter level is only one percent stronger than the previous level. Even if the Body Refining Realm is compared to the Foundation Building Realm, the strength is only two and three gaps.

With the combat experience and fighting skills accumulated over several lifetimes, there was almost no opponent of Yeyang among the first-grade brute beasts corresponding to the body refining realm, but against the second-grade brute beasts, he was still abused quite miserably.

Although the other two kinds of cultivation seemed much simpler, they were more dangerous than fighting with brute beasts.

Qi is the foundation of life's survival, and it is impossible to hold your breath unless you reach a very high level, but obviously, the night sun has not yet arrived.

Sitting cross-legged in the deep sea, while bearing strong pressure from all sides, you also have to hold your breath for a long time to practice qi, and if you are not careful, you will be choked by the seawater.

And in the cold wind, the same is true, not only will the face be red due to the lack of oxygen, and it will feel like someone has choked the neck, making it difficult to breathe, but the cold will also enter the body to quench the internal organs, and the stinging pain is unbearable.

In addition to the cultivation prescribed by Feng Lao, Yeyang would run around the island three times a day with a large stone of 5,000 catties, and set up a wooden stake under the waterfall outside the wooden building to practice footwork, and he himself always believed that the ultimate speed could crush everything.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and Yeyang has been cultivating on the island for ten years.

The sun set, and with the light, the world fell into darkness again. Maybe it's because of race, Yeyang prefers the night, and the darkness that he can't see his fingers always makes him feel safe and free.

At the end of another day's cultivation, Yeyang dragged his scarred body back to the wooden building after fighting with the brute beast, and lay down in the bronze tripod containing the medicinal liquid, although he was physically and mentally exhausted, but he was very happy.

Not only because today he defeated the brute beast that had been abusing him for the second grade, but also because today was August 15, the most perfect day of the year, and it was also his sixtieth birthday.

Comfortably immersed in the potion, Yeyang waited until two quarters of an hour later, recovered from his injuries, took another shower, changed into a clean black robe, and then walked into the wooden building.

On the wooden table in the room on the second floor of the wooden building, there is a brute beast meat carefully cooked by Feng Lao with elixir, although the taste is not good, but it is rich in nutrients, and it has a great effect on people in the body refining realm.

Yeyang took a pot of brute beast meat and chewed it down, maybe it was related to his mood, he felt that today's meat should be a little more flavorful, so he ate another pot.

Only then did he burp and smash open a spirit coconut, and while drinking the juice, he grabbed the sleeping little wolf and howled, and ignored the old Feng on the side, and left by himself.

Feng Lao looked at his departing back, he was used to his rudeness, and scolded with a smile: "This stinky boy ......"

The night is silent and clear, and a full moon is set in the night, like a crystal clear gem, and the moonlight is like water, pouring down.

As it has done every year, the night sun climbs the highest cliff on the island with a night whistle, with its back against the trees, admiring the beautiful moonlight in the sky, and the sea breeze blowing by, with a cool cold air and a light salty taste, making people feel refreshed.

"Woo ......" took out a jade flute, and the night sun played a melodious tune. The sound of the flute is crisp and tactful, with a shallow sadness, drifting and spreading in the silent night......

The beasts and brutes of the mountains were awakened by the music, but they rarely did not roar, but continued to sleep with their eyes closed, as if they were also listening to the music.

Nightwhine didn't play around, lying quietly on the ground, straightening up his pointed ears. The little eyes are rolling and rolling, and the long tail is wagging and going up and down, is this beating to the tune?

......At the end of the song, Night Howl stood up and let out a childish long howl, and the other brute beasts in the mountains and forests also roared, and the song of the night sun was over, and it was time for them to perform, but it seemed that they had no musical talent.

Yeyang bathed in the moonlight, smiled and touched Yexiao's head.

Suddenly, there was a roar in his brain, tearing pain came from all over his body, bones grew and made a crisp sound, puddles of black impurities oozed from the surface of his body, and his heart was beating violently.

"Hiss......" The heart-rending pain, even Yeyang couldn't help but gasp even after experiencing the extreme pain of soul wear.

The body was in pain, but Yeyang was full of joy in his heart, it was not the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he naturally knew that this was a sign of breaking through to the foundation building realm.

Enduring the severe pain, Yeyang hurriedly ran down the mountain, trying to find a place with water to wash his body, this was not because he was pretentious, but because he was afraid that impurities would clog his pores and not be able to break the mirror perfectly, since he was cultivating again, he naturally had to do his best in every realm.