Yun Ying's claws once again took away a piece of flesh and blood from Ling Zheng's body, and if he didn't have a way out, he would have to rely on the power of rebellion. Although he may not be able to escape Yun Ying's pursuit with the help of the power of rebellion, he can at least live for a moment, anyway, that's what Ling Zheng thinks.

Ling Zheng was almost desperate, because not far in front of him, there was a cliff. Ling Zheng rolled, helplessly dodging another claw of Yun Ying, and could only fight for luck again. Ling Zheng rolled on the spot, and then his momentum rose, and before Yun Ying could react, Ling Zheng had already turned into a black shadow and rushed out. When Yun Ying reacted, Ling Zheng's body jumped, and he had already fallen into the cliff in front of him, and the cliffs were full of mist, and with Ling Zheng's eyesight, he could only vaguely see a distance of ten meters.

Yun Ying stood on the top of the cliff, where could he still see Ling Zheng's traces in the clouds and fog, hissed, and then flew away impressively, turning into a black dot and gradually disappearing. Besides, after Ling Zheng jumped off the cliff, he had used the power of rebellion to be able to be so fast. Of course, he would not rely on the ethereal luck of his life, and as soon as he fell into the precipice, he lifted this state, and even then, half of the remaining essence was consumed again. If he could, he didn't want to get rid of this state, but no, if it continued, he would definitely fall into a coma.

After falling down I don't know how high, Ling Zheng's pale cheeks showed a hint of a smile, and a short sword suddenly appeared in his hand, stabbing fiercely between the rocks. However, this short sword was not enough to counteract his momentum, and Ling Zheng took out a short sword from the storage ring again at an extremely fast speed, and stabbed it towards the rock as well. This time it finally stopped, and he grabbed the hilt of his sword and hung there, the disobedience that had been put into the storage ring by the time he was out of state. He looked down and vaguely saw that there was a protruding platform on the rock wall opposite the cliff, but it was almost ten meters away from there, and there was no place to borrow strength here, so it was not so easy to jump over.

Ling Zheng was silent for a while, looked at the position of the platform opposite, and after remembering it firmly, a short sword appeared again in his other hand. Ling Zheng pierced this short sword on top of the previous short sword, and then pulled out the previous short sword and pierced it on top of this short sword. Of course, Ling Zheng didn't want to climb up like this, not to mention that he didn't know how far away from the cliff was here, just that the little strength he had left now was not enough to support him to climb up.

After climbing a few meters, Ling Zheng stopped, felt the little strength left in his body, and hung there to rest for a while. The platform on the other side of the cliff was no longer visible, Ling Zheng closed his eyes and recalled the position just now, condensing the little strength left in his body, success or failure in this move. Suddenly, he let go of the hilt of his sword with both hands, and his palms were already slapping or kicking on the rock wall almost simultaneously, leaving two palm prints and footprints.

Standing tall is not only about seeing far, but also about peeing far, and of course, the most important thing is to jump far. Feeling the pain coming from behind him, a smile appeared on Ling Zheng's face, there was no doubt that he had succeeded, and he didn't have to worry about falling to death.

Ling Zheng was woken up by freezing, not by pain, he just woke up and felt the extremely low temperature here. The wounds all over his body had already scabbed, and Ling Zheng's strength still hadn't recovered a little, but it was barely enough for him to stand up and walk a few steps. Ling Zheng struggled to stand up and carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but unfortunately there was only a rock wall except for the fog that covered the sky, and of course some weeds were indispensable. Ling Zheng turned around and saw a crack behind him, his expression was happy, although it was pitch black inside, he couldn't see anything.

Ling Zheng pondered for a moment, but still walked towards the crack, which was not big enough to allow a teenage child to squeeze in. After thinking for a while, Ling Zheng still decided not to go in for the time being, who knows what danger there will be inside. When you have recovered from your injuries and recovered your combat strength, you will not be left without the power to resist even if you encounter any danger.

It took three days for all the wounds on Ling Zheng's body to recover, and his essence was still less than half recovered. Ling Zheng stood up, more and more sure of his recovery ability, you must know that his body was torn off two large pieces of flesh and blood by Yun Ying, but at this time, it was already intact, and he couldn't tell that he had been injured at all.

Holding the rebellion in his hand, Ling Zheng felt an indescribable sense of security, and split the entire crack again with a knife, and the whole person slowly squeezed into the crack. As soon as he entered, Ling Zheng felt that the inside was not as narrow as a crack, on the contrary, it was very spacious, Ling Zheng took out the fire fold from the storage ring, the fire light lit up, and his expression suddenly froze.

Ling Zheng stared blankly at the fist-sized mist-like thing floating above a pool not far in front of him, and it took a long time for Ling Zheng to react, almost trembling all over, his face full of disbelief. If he remembered correctly, the mass in front of him was the legendary Dao Source, which was said to be something that only those with great chance could bump into. Legend has it that there was once a person who attained a mass of Dao sources the size of his thumb, and he turned from a waste who could not cultivate to a peerless genius......

Ling Zheng looked at this group of Dao sources, which was already almost crazy at this time, and countless legends crossed through his mind. Ling Zheng slowly walked forward, stretched out his hand to shake it towards Dao Yuan, didn't pay attention to the pool under his feet, stepped into the water with one foot, felt the biting chill in the water, and the whole person came to his senses.

At this moment, Ling Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and he saw a white shadow passing by his ear, without any wind, just like a shadow.

Ling Zheng looked up but didn't see anything, but he clearly felt something approaching just now, and Ling Zheng knew that this was not his hallucination, but definitely something. I heard that all heaven and earth treasures have their guardians, and presumably this Dao source should also be a guardian.

"Who are you?" At this time, a delicate voice sounded in Ling Zheng's head.

Ling Zheng was slightly stunned, who was talking, but he didn't see anyone when he turned around, but when he looked back, he found that a palm-sized, snow-white beast was floating in front, a pair of small paws holding the Dao Yuan, and the soybean-sized but crystal eyes stared at Ling Zheng, full of vigilance.

"Are you talking to me?" Ling Zheng was slightly stunned, looked at the little beast, and said tentatively. Just looking at the appearance of the little beast holding Dao Yuan, it was very ridiculous, not too big or too small to be able to hold this group of Dao Yuan in his arms.