Ye Tianling blessed the Heavenly Dao Rule Realm and refined his physical body with Samadhi Heavenly Fire.

Soon, with the blood of the dragon soul all over his body, he cultivated the "Xuanyuan Imperial Dragon Immortal Sword Technique".

In the previous world, the Xuanyuan Imperial Dragon Immortal Sword Technique had been cultivated to the level of sixth-layer perfection, but at that time, the Dragon Soul Divine Blood and the Space-Time Soul Locking Soul Tower's opening level were only thirty-six layers, not ninety-nine layers.

Now, the space-time soul lock tower has been fully opened, and the dragon soul and divine blood have all returned, and the cultivation of "Xuanyuan Imperial Dragon Immortal Sword Technique" corresponds to today's physical body, and he has to start cultivating again.

However, this was not difficult, with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Rule Realm, in less than an hour, Ye Tianling had cultivated the Xuanyuan Imperial Dragon Immortal Sword Technique to the second layer.

This level is the level that fits with today's world, although it is only the second layer, the power has far exceeded the former sixth-layer perfect combat power.

Subsequently, Ye Tianling successively cultivated the "Chaos Destiny Sutra", "Emperor Qi Transformation Dragon Devouring Heaven Divine Technique", "Pan Huang Shengsheng Killing Dao", "Nirvana Rebirth Technique", "Reincarnation Killing Fist", "Shura Soul Slashing and Killing Dao", "Tianshu Ancient Town Heavenly Machine Divine Technique" and "Kunpeng Hidden Dragon Technique".

These exercises, with Ye Tianling's current physical body, should have been very difficult.

But with an incomparably pure dragon soul divine blood, coupled with the refining of Samadhi Heavenly Fire, Ye Tianling quickly cultivated all these exercises to the state of the second layer.

It is completely the same as the previous state of cultivation, and even slightly refined.

If he returns to the new world again, Ye Tianling is sure that he will exert his combat power to more than forty-five percent, and his combat power will break the nine prohibitions casually.

This kind of background also makes Ye Tianling's confidence stronger.

After cultivating and completely fitting himself with this body, Ye Tianling still spent seven days.

I haven't traveled to the Scarlet Wasteland for seven days, and normally speaking, my cultivation progress will definitely fall a lot.

But in fact, Ye Tianling knew that he had completed the most essential transformation in the past seven days.

Now, he's not the 'congenitally crippled' idiot either.

In the past seven days, in addition to achieving the unity of body and mind, the unity of spirit and body, and the unity of heaven and Dao, he has also taken out all the ancient martial arts methods he once had, and cultivated them all to an extreme.

Such as "Dugu Nine Swords", "Nine Yin True Scripture", "Yijin Sutra", "Turtle Breath Gong", "Transfiguration Technique", "Six Veins Divine Sword", "Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon", "Finger Snap Divine Power", "Jiuyang Divine Skill", "Qiankun Great Shift", "Lingbo Weibu", "Tianshan Six Yang Palm", "Xiao Wuxiang Gong", "Zixia Divine Skill", "Congenital Gong", "Star Absorbing Dafa", etc., have reached a peak level.

......

"Whew-"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ye Tianling stood up.

He has transformed from ordinary to extraordinary, and then from extraordinary, back to basics, and turned into ordinary.

Seemingly, nothing has changed in him. But in fact, his changes have made a qualitative leap.

"Squeak-"

Ye Tianling opened the door of the room.

The dusty breath permeated, and the long-lost sunshine gave him the illusion of being in a different world.

"Ling'er, how is it out?"

As soon as possible, Long Qingmiao inquired.

Obviously, she was always paying attention to Ye Tianling's movements.

"Very well, Mother. When I go to the Scarlet Wasteland again, I will soon be able to accumulate combat power and carry out realm transformation. Mother don't worry. ”

Ye Tianling's tone was very confident.

At this time, he seemed to have a different kind of look, an indescribable temperament.

"Good, that's good. Ling'er, some enemies may be unfavorable to you and Yun'er recently, you should be careful when you go out to practice. ”

Long Qingmiao admonished.

Ye Tianling nodded and said, "The child knows." ”

Long Qingmiao walked over and took out an emerald green jade carving the size of a palm from the Qiankun ring in his hand.

When Ye Tianling saw this jade carving, his pupils shrank slightly—because this was a jade carving of a five-clawed golden dragon.

The lifelike five-clawed golden dragon, as if it was about to soar, carried a mysterious and mysterious aura.

"What is this?"

Ye Tianling showed a suspicious look.

"This is what your father left behind, and you will be imprinted on your chest and chest with your soul and essence and blood. When the time comes, there will be some unexpected effects. ”

Long Qingmiao said, reached out and took Ye Tianling's hand, and put the jade carving in Ye Tianling's palm.

At that moment, Ye Tianling even sensed that the jade carving divine dragon in his palm seemed to have been resurrected.

That very magical feeling, in his heart, spontaneously appeared.

Ye Tianling did not refuse.

He gathered the power of blood and soul, and sacrificed jade carvings with blood.

"Whoa—"

As he completed the process of the blood sacrifice, sure enough, the jade carving turned into a blue light and flew towards his chest, and there, a layer of imprints was formed.

A mark like the Ancestral Dao Mark, it has a very mysterious protective power.

"Don't say anything about it, and don't let anyone see it—including your future fellow Daoists. You don't have to worry, as long as you don't deliberately manifest this mark, others will not be able to see it. ”

Long Qingmiao told again.

Ye Tianling nodded and agreed to Long Qingmao.

"Mother has always believed that you will be just like your father, incomparably good, incomparably outstanding. Now, you've got a good start, so, your father's inheritance, I'll hand it over to you now!"

Long Qingmiao said softly.

Ye Tianling was puzzled: "Why, not to Tianyun?"

Long Qingmiao shook his head and said regretfully: "Although she has good talent, she is not our flesh and blood. In terms of inheritance, it is not really possible to obtain it. Therefore, this inheritance can only be handed over to you. Luckily, you're finally starting to get better. ”

Ye Tianling was stunned, he didn't ask the rest of the questions.

He knew that there must be something deeper hidden in this inheritance, but it was not something that could be solved now.

......

Coming to the Tower of Babel in the Tearless Ancient City, Ye Tianling still felt a lot of pointing and pointing eyes, among them, there were even many bad intentions.

For these, he has also become accustomed to and adapted.

After entering the Tower of Babel, Ye Tianling used the power of his soul to activate the teleportation ancient array, and instantly entered the ancient city of the blood-colored wasteland.

Around, a large amount of white light descended one after another, turning into a group of monks.

Ye Tianling's figure was also quickly recognized.

"Little bastard, after hiding for so many days, you still dare to come out?"

At the moment when Ye Tianling was about to leave, an incomparably cold voice scolded.

Then, a burly young man with a gloomy aura in his eyes walked directly towards Ye Tianling.

Wherever he passed, many monks avoided him.

The scene was immediately quiet.

"Yun Xingyi?"

When Ye Tianling saw this young man, a familiar name immediately appeared in his troubled memory.

"Why?

Ye Tianling saw the person coming clearly, his voice was indifferent, and he did not have the fear of meeting this person in the past.

"Hmm, I haven't seen you for a few days, but it's impressive, and you dare to talk back?

Yun Xingyi's face showed a cruel smile, he clenched his hands into fists, and the phalanges in his palms were pinched.

It's like he's looking at a prey.

"You are the first and should be honored. ”

Ye Tianling glanced at Yun Xingyi indifferently, and that look seemed to be looking at a dead man.

Yun Xingyi's sword is in the realm of eight changes, and he has a powerful battle spirit.

However, in Ye Tianling's eyes, he was just an ant.

Having regained all his strength, he wanted to kill it as easily as crushing an ant.

Now, he doesn't have to be afraid of anything!

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