One breath for a hundred years, nine long nights. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For Zhang Ling now, this is how he feels.

Is there anything more painful than cultivating the Mixed Yuan Sword Yuan? The answer is yes!

He had been cultivating the Mixed Yuan Sword Yuan since he was a child, and he had experienced the pain of being cut through the meridians by the knife day and night, and since he was very young, he cherished his cultivation opportunity more than ordinary monks. Because he himself knew that his cultivation was something that could only be persevered with tenacity that had crawled out of hell.

So from the time he began to get used to that kind of pain and gradually felt the mixed yuan sword yuan, that feeling of excitement, Zhang Ling will never forget it for the rest of his life.

This experience also made his ability to bear pain stronger than others, or ordinary pain, Zhang Ling was almost immune.

When he fought with the man in black in the palace, his bones were shattered, and he only felt a little pain!

But now, he wanted to kill himself in pain.

But he couldn't even kill himself!

It seemed that there was a kind of knife condensed by flames running back and forth in his body, cutting through the meridians and cutting the flesh, and then the intense high temperature directly evaporated the blood, Zhang Ling felt that he heard the sound of 'zizi' when the blood was evaporated, his face was distorted and deformed, and the pain made his whole person almost lose his mind.

The miserable screams echoed in the sky, Zhang Yao wanted to close his five senses, and couldn't bear to face Zhang Ling's pain at this time. But she was afraid that something would happen to Zhang Ling, so she could only watch.

She suddenly remembered that when Zhang Ling was five years old, his Jianyuan riot made him unconscious for a whole month, and at that time, she could only hold her brother who was covered in blood, crying helplessly.

Why should he be subjected to so much suffering!

Zhang Yao gritted his teeth tightly, exuding a powerful aura all over his body, making the bubbles on the magma tumble and burst even more violently.

For more than an hour, Zhang Ling was screaming unconsciously, and then his voice was already hoarse, almost unable to make a sound, and the pain slowly subsided.

His consciousness gradually returned, and he realized that his body had completely changed!

The reason why it was so painful was because the fire spirit fire slurry gave him a very direct physical transformation, the flesh and blood were transformed, and every cell was filled with powerful spirituality and yuan power, and the spiritual veins were all over his body, which were more amazingly dense and powerful than the previous divine spirit veins.

The most painful reason is that his bones have been reshaped, and the new bones are like jade, shining with a crystal luster, and the discarded bones are forcibly squeezed out of the flesh and blood!

The fragrance was pervasive, and after the pain, Zhang Ling only felt Piao Ran and Shu Tai!

He was sanctified in the flesh!

This is simply unprecedented!

Before, his physical body was at the peak of the spirit realm, and when he stepped in from the outside of the magma, his physical body was transformed little by little, and those fire energy spread all over every inch of his body, and the spiritual guidance spirit was stored in the body, and in a year and a half, his body was imperceptibly dredged.

And these are all introductions, the real change comes from the fire spirit pulp, the rich spiritual essence violently travels in his body, filling every part of his body, forcibly giving him a transformation.

Only when his physical body is transformed into a perfect state, the nirvana of the spiritual vein will be even more perfect!

Zhang Ling finally stabilized, he was a little tired, but more satisfied, the spiritual essence stored in his body had already been consumed in the previous physical transformation, and now he could only cultivate by himself to obtain spiritual quality and yuan power.

After many years, Zhang Ling once again ran the Mixed Yuan Sutra, only to feel like he was in a dream.

When the first ray of Yuan Force entered his body, Zhang Ling finally let go of the heart he had been carrying.

Although after he woke up, he always acted as he did back then, and he was satisfied with his physical body, but in his heart, he was actually very worried, and even some nights, he felt that it was better to be an ordinary person.

It wasn't until now that the first wisp of Yuan Force entered his body, and after wandering around, he transformed it into Sword Yuan and then stored it in the dantian, that Zhang Ling had a real feeling of being a human again.

It's a really good feeling.

Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he relax when he saw that Zhang Ling was in a deep cultivation.

That's it, just do good things and grind more!

A truly strong man must rise in endless fighting and suffering.

Only then did she begin her own cultivation.

Time spent in silent cultivation, except for Zhang Ling's occasional breakthrough sound, there was only the sound of bubbles bursting on the magma.

Zhang Yao finished her cultivation, she felt that she had now reached a bottleneck, this bottleneck could not be overcome by cultivation alone, she needed the understanding of fighting.

This is the need for mental power.

Zhang Ling was so desperate to get Tianhua Zhu, this is the reason. The cultivation of monks has very high requirements for spiritual power, and it is not obvious in the early stage, and if the spiritual power cannot keep up with the cultivation in the later stage, the cultivation will not be able to break through, just like Zhang Yao is now, he is stuck in the realm of the consummation of the spiritual realm, and he cannot break through to the state of mind of Futu.

Zhang Ling's cultivation is still breaking through.

He had reached the realm of the Soul Soul before, and after all these years of precipitation and accumulation, in terms of spiritual power, he was even stronger than Zhang Yao, and now the continuous breakthroughs are even more natural.

In three days, he had recovered to the cultivation of the Soul Middle Realm.

On the sixth day, he broke through to the late stage of the Underworld.

Half a month later, he reached the consummation of the Soul Realm.

Three months later, he broke through to the Futu state of mind in one fell swoop!

Zhang Yao stroked his forehead helplessly, looking at Zhang Ling, who was still immersed in cultivation, and felt that he was too dull before.

Maybe the two are not suitable to be together, and the monk always has to enter the red dust by himself, and then jump out of the red dust.

Zhang Ling's experience over the years has made him constantly perceive from joys and sorrows, life and death, and it is normal to surpass himself, and although his mental strength has increased a lot over the years, it is obviously not as amazing as Zhang Ling.

How did she know that Zhang Ling was constantly reincarnated in his five-year sleep, and his big dreams had already made him experience the various states of this world. It's just that he only regards himself as Zhang Ling in this life on weekdays, and he seals those memories in the deepest part of his heart and never touches them, so he looks no different from him when he was a teenager.

But when those memories were revealed, Zhang Ling's state of mind was as if he had lived for thousands of years, although the memories were sealed, but that feeling had already been integrated into the deepest part of his soul, and there was no distinction between them. As a result, he would hardly encounter obstacles in his spiritual power when he cultivated.

But when Zhang Yao sighed, Zhang Ling finally opened his eyes.

His cultivation was stable in the early stage of Futu's state of mind.

If he continued to cultivate, Zhang Ling knew that he would still break through, the spiritual quality and Yuan power here far exceeded the outside world, but he had accumulated over the years and knew the truth that he was too late.

His previous cultivation was only in the Soul Middle Realm, but this time he went directly to the Futu Realm, but he surpassed two small realms and one big realm!

No matter how high the mountain is, it is always necessary to have a solid foundation, otherwise the mountain will collapse and be troublesome.

Moreover, Zhang Ling always felt that the flame spirit fire slurry could not absorb too much, and the feeling as if he was using the entire Eastern Wilderness Qi Luck became more and more obvious as his cultivation became stronger.

This feeling made Zhang Ling feel a little weak in his heart, he vaguely felt that his master and master seemed to have deceived him and his sister into a thief ship, and now they couldn't get down even if they wanted to.

Zhang Ling shook his head, wanting to shake off these strange feelings. The stronger the monk, the closer he came into contact with the Heavenly Dao, and there seemed to be a kind of psychic spirit in the underworld, Zhang Ling didn't know if his feelings were right, but it was useless for him to think too much now.

Zhang Yao sat on the shore of the magma lake, closed her eyes and recuperated, her skin was like clotted fat, her eyebrows were picturesque, she was dressed in white, and her hair grew back was very short, but it couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

Zhang Ling jumped up, put on his clothes, he was suspended in the air, there was a charm circulating between his gestures, a powerful aura filled the entire space, Zhang Yao opened his eyes.

The two of them left here, they didn't know if the Death Spirit Flower was still there, and they were a little worried. Zhang Ling felt that even if the two of them couldn't defeat the evil flower now, it would still be no problem to escape, so he really wanted to go and see it again.

He didn't feel at all that as a monk in the state of mind of Futu, running away was a shameful act. If you can't fight, of course you have to escape, and the act of rushing to death has never been something he Zhang Ling will do.

However, that evil flower once almost killed them, this Qiu Zhang Ling still remembers, even if he can't fight now, but there is a future, isn't it?

Zhang Yao couldn't resist Zhang Ling, so he could only promise him to take a look, but he could only see it from a distance and leave, never approaching.

But the two of them pounced, this place had already been spent in the sand, where was there still the shadow of the Death Spirit Flower.

Speaking of which, the two of them had been cultivating in the Flame Spirit Fire Valley for two years, how could the Death Spirit Flower have been waiting here stupidly!

However, the sand surface here is obviously higher than other places, and it seems that the flower should have been powerful at that time, and most of the yellow sand of the desert centered on it was sucked here, making the height here dozens of meters higher than other places!

The two of them were a little shocked, Zhang Ling estimated that with his current strength, he would never be able to do it to this extent! Unless he did not hesitate to spend Yuan Force to move the yellow sand, but he would definitely not be able to do it like the Death Spirit Flower at the beginning, with a strong suction.

It seems that the flower is amazingly evil, and if you want to take revenge, it is estimated that you will have to wait for him to be stronger.

The two left here and continued to move forward, and after walking less than a hundred miles, Zhang Ling suddenly laughed.

They had been speeding in the air, but Zhang Ling had been paying attention to the movement on the desert, and at this time, he naturally laughed happily when he saw an 'old acquaintance'.

It was a fire scorpion with a broken tail!

However, Zhang Ling only laughed a few times, and then continued to walk with Zhang Yao and left here.

Zhang Ling's current strength has long surpassed it, and he no longer regards the fire scorpion as an opponent in his heart, and he didn't have any deep grudges at the beginning, even if the two sides fought, it was Zhang Ling who cut off the tail.

The only thing he wanted to kill now was the evil flower.

Although he has now entered the state of mind of Futu, he has not changed in his bones.

Monks cultivate a heart, cultivate peace, cultivate fearlessness, cultivate the way of heaven, and cultivate longevity.

There is grace to repay kindness, and there is revenge to revenge, until the state of mind is complete, close to the gods, and soar in one fell swoop.

So the Death Spirit Flower that had almost killed the two people, Zhang Ling honestly remembered this hatred in his heart.

It took them more than four months to arrive and less than a month to leave. When they finally stepped on the solid ground, the temperature was no longer scorching, and the green trees and red flowers reappeared in front of the two of them, they took a deep breath in unison, and felt that the air was fragrant.

The two entered a restaurant, ordered a table of dishes, and began their first sumptuous dinner in three years.

This is the border city of the Qinglan Domain, not that big, many of them are monks. It is not under the jurisdiction of the Yue Kingdom, because it is almost a small town formed by the families of the monks, and it has grown in size over the years.

It is very close to the Thousand Swords Sect, and there are many family members of the Thousand Swords Sect disciples.

At this time, there is a good chance that the people who are having dinner here are ordinary people, but they are also ordinary people with extraordinary status, and the content of the conversation is also about the cultivation world.

Zhang Ling ate and listened intently to the whispered argument between the two monks.

He felt melancholy in his heart, he didn't expect Yu Ziyu and Ji Qingyang to have left!

But that was a year ago, and the two monks were arguing about the origins of these two men.

The elder brother of one of them is not low in status among the introductory disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect, and he knows a lot, according to him, two people came to the Thousand Swords Sect two years ago, and they were two men who looked to be only in their thirties, and Yu Ziyu called them uncles.

Although those two were young, their cultivation was very powerful, and they didn't care about anyone except the head of the Thousand Swords Sect and the Hidden Sword Elder.

They came to pick up Yu Ziyu and Ji Qingyang, but the two were very unhappy, and they were entangled for a year, and finally followed the two to leave.

Zhang Ling sighed secretly, knowing that the reason why Yu Ziyu didn't leave was probably because of himself and his sister, but at that time, the two of them were still suffering in the magma!

It seems that we will go to the Thousand Swords Sect first to see if they have left anything to say, and then go back to the South China Sea.