"Strength. ”

"I want strength, strong enough to suppress all the power, so that the people I care about will not be bullied by others, and I don't have to live under the trampling of others!"

On the way back, the clenched fist of Yu Kuang never let go for a moment, and seeing the ghost beauty again still made his chest churn, and the vow he once made was vivid, becoming the biggest source of strength for him to pursue even if he was desperate.

The wind slowed down and gradually moved away from the seclusion, he knew this child better than anyone, and at this time, it was time to let this child be alone and quiet.

I don't know how long it took, but the ghost sent him to the forbidden place that had not been long gone.

Perhaps, it was the belief in the pursuit of power that made him come here subconsciously.

"Ghostly, wait, wait for me!"

Stepping into the forbidden place, I ran wildly all the way in the wilderness, and in a moment I came to the ancient cemetery.

One after another, at this moment, the seclusion seemed to be crazy, leaning down and pulling the seven-leaf clover on the ground for a while, and soon, more than two dozen seven-leaf clovers were firmly grasped by him.

"Strength, I want strength, give me strength!"

With an angry roar, Yu Kuang didn't care that there was still a little dirt on the seven-leaf clover in his hand, and kneaded more than twenty seven-leaf clovers into a ball and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

'Gollum'!

After a while of chewing, Yu Kuang swallowed all the seven-leaf clovers into his stomach.

One handful after another, after swallowing the seven-leaf clover, Yu Kuang grabbed a few handfuls again and swallowed them desperately.

If anyone present saw this scene, they would definitely be stunned and couldn't believe what they had seen.

This is simply playing with life!

Under normal circumstances, a martial artist-level person can only absorb at most one seven-leaf clover a day, which is already the limit, and it still requires an eight-star martial artist or above to be able to do it.

But Yu Kuang, he is just a one-star martial artist's cultivation, he swallowed more than 20 plants in one go, and swallowed several mouthfuls, isn't this a play with life?

What's more, he had just relied on the strengthening effect of his mental power to refine and absorb one last night!

"Roar!"

After a hundred or so horse clover underbelly, his face began to change, from the original pale red to a rich miserable green, and he began to continuously spew out thick green mist gas from his mouth, and a roar spread throughout the ancient cemetery.

The miserable green color gradually spread to the skin and hair follicles of his body, and the clothes on his body were like inflated balls at this moment, bulging to the point that they were almost torn.

Pain!

This is all that feels now.

It was as if the whole body was being calcined by raging fire, and the indescribable pain came from every corner of the body, every inch of skin, every muscle, bone, and even the meridians......

'Poof'!

Yu Kuang's whole body fell to the ground weakly, and at this moment, the skin on his body seemed to be being cut by a thousand knives, and the hideous wounds did not break open, and within the wounds, streams of rich green gas were like flames, jumping out of his body!

Curled up, his eyes wide and angry, he clenched his teeth and did not let out a single cry of pain.

"Damn, thief God, what's the point of letting Lao Tzu live like this, come, torture me as much as possible, I want to see how far you want to ruin my life!"

Does it hurt?

Pain!

But how can this physical pain compare to the pain in the heart!

Struggling to stubbornly get up from the ground, at this moment the gloom was already wet with his own blood, and streams of miserable green mist continued to emanate from him, and the whole person seemed to be burning with green flames.

He felt that his vitality was rapidly draining, and his body had been destroyed by the violent energy generated by the seven-leaf clover.

"I have lived so far, and there are only a few people who have been good to me, but you have let them suffer so much in front of me, and want to take my life, right? Even if it is the sky, I will never bow to you! Ghost Li, before you die, I will definitely live, even if you die, I will drag you to hell with me!"

Indescribable thoughts, indescribable tenacity, the secluded body that almost lost all its strength shook and shook, raised its hand to the sky, and spoke proudly!

Mental power, under this obsession, has produced unexpected changes that even the seclusion is unexpected.

The wind, however, is not the same as the natural wind caused by the ordinary flow of air.

It was a gray wind, although it was wind, but it blew on the skin and felt nothing, and only the sound of this wind could be heard, like that of the fierce ghosts of the ten thousand hells, it was terrifying, and the cold hair stood on end, and the whole body trembled.

Resentment!

This is the wind of resentment caused by the unwillingness, resentment, hatred, jealousy, and other negative emotions left between heaven and earth by the souls of the dead in the space of the ancient cemetery.

This wind of resentment gradually formed a gray tornado, constantly circling and whistling around the wilderness, but as if trying to break free from some restraint, it kept trying to spread its waist in all directions.

However, everything was in vain.

The whole body was like a huge suction mouth, and these resentments were constantly torn and swallowed under the guidance of the secluded "Nian" method, and the ancient cemetery was filled with 'whine' cries like hell cries.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's an hour, maybe it's a day, maybe it's longer.

When the ancient cemetery returned to tranquility, all that remained was the proud body that was still standing tall under the scorching sun, still standing strong, and constantly panting.

On his body, there were no scars at all, yes, not at all.

It was at this time that the aura on Youkuang's body changed. The intensity of the battle breath in his body began to climb continuously.

The middle stage of a one-star martial artist, the high stage of a one-star martial artist, and the peak of a one-star martial artist!

"Boom!"

After a muffled sound, Yu Kuang suddenly felt that his consciousness was much clearer.

This is the soul power that has increased with the promotion, and at this moment, it is more than twice as strong as before the promotion.

Two-star warrior!

"Hehe, it's broken, it's finally broken, isn't it? ”

Under the sharp eyes, Yu Kuang looked at his trembling hands, and the face with a contemptuous smile in his mind always lingered, "Ghost Li, I will let that day come as soon as possible, don't worry, I won't let you wait too long!"

Suddenly, the body trembled again, and the surging battle breath in his body changed again.

The first stage of the two-star warrior, the middle stage of the two-star warrior......

It's still rising, it's still rising!

The pupils of the dark eyes were constricting violently.

He let out a wild laugh.

"Ha, hahaha...... Come on, come again, I still want it, I still want it!"