After sending Zhu Yan to his destination, Lin Ming left.

Zhu Yan, a mortal who may be inconspicuous in the great world, appeared twice in Lin Ming's life because of unpredictable cause and effect, and these two times were the lowest point of Lin Ming's life......

Lin Ming's heart has changed, and he has not only changed because of Zhu Yan.

In the past few years, what he has walked, seen, heard, and felt, one by one, has been imprinted in Lin Ming's mind, changing his mood and life.

Don't seek to reverse fate, only survive without regrets......

Lin Ming didn't wander anymore, he estimated that his lifespan was probably only the last thirty or forty years.

He didn't want to die like this.

He wants to fight in the last days of his life!

......

On this day, Lin Ming came to a barren mountain with no people.

He pointed to the gun and pointed out.

With a loud bang, a deep cave was dug out of the barren mountain.

Lin Ming decided that from now on, he would retreat and practice penance.

Maybe the possibility of his cultivation is close to zero, but he will try his best.

If in the end, he still has to die, then he will leave this barren mountain in the last years of his life and go to the last place, the Jiuding Divine Kingdom.

When he went there, he saw his parents for the last time, and then he fell to rest.

Lin Ming walked into the cave, sealed the entrance of the cave, and retreated in the belly of the mountain.

He decided to take the last step out of this road, and he was determined.

And this way. It was also the only way that Lin Ming could come up with that it was possible to cultivate.

However, the price of cultivation was extremely painful, it would make Lin Ming's strength drop to an unprecedented low, and at the same time, it would also greatly shorten Lin Ming's already small lifespan.

Thirty or forty years of life, there may only be one or two decades left, and this is almost a dead end!

But Lin Ming still had to fight to the death.

A trace of divine power fluctuated on Lin Ming's body. Because of the faintness of the fire of the soul. Lin Ming was no longer able to call on the huge amount of energy stored in the world in his body, and these energies remained in his body and became a burden.

But if little by little. Escape all this energy. He can do it.

Every time. Lin Ming could summon about one thousandth of the energy in the world in his body, and Lin Ming pumped this energy into the meridians, and then caused it to gush out. That is...... Scatter the work!

Because his weak soul could not carry Lin Ming's current cultivation, Lin Ming simply lowered his cultivation to the extent that his soul power could carry it!

This is a crazy decision, the scattering of gong itself has great damage to the body, not to mention that now Lin Ming's fire of life is like a candle in the wind!

Lin Ming stretched the pores of his body, and the escape of the original energy in his body made Lin Ming's brows furrowed, and a strong sense of pain came like a tide.

But Lin Ming's face revealed perseverance as iron, and his gaze contained an indescribable stubbornness and unyielding - unyielding to the arrangement of fate!

The escape of the origin energy affected Lin Ming's essence,

Although Lin Ming's soul was weak and the fire of life was almost extinguished, his physical body was still strong, and once the essence blood was involved, the pores of his whole body began to escape a trace of blood.

This blood was steamed by the gushing divine power and condensed around Lin Ming's body, forming layers of blood mist.

At the same time, Lin Ming's realm was also constantly falling.

From the Divine Monarch, to the Divine Change, to the Divine Sea...... Fatefall ......

The speed of falling in this realm is shocking!

No martial artist would do this kind of martial arts, this is no different from suicide!

Lin Ming's physical body was too powerful, and the flow of qi and blood in his body made Lin Ming's body continue to make blood, so that the blood mist escaping from his pores was endless.

These blood mist, stained the ground red, stained the stone walls red, and stained the roof of the cave red.

Soon, the cave where Lin Ming was retreating was red.

The blood was accumulating, layer after layer, Lin Ming's face was extremely pale, but he was still gritting his teeth and insisting.

He wants to disperse in one breath and let himself break and stand up!

Lin Ming's cultivation at this time had already been reduced to Xuan Dan, his face was completely distorted, and his teeth were almost crushed.

And at this moment, Lin Ming's inner world suddenly shook and began to crack......

Xuandan warriors do not have an inner world, what they have is a dantian.

The inner world was only opened up by the Divine Sea Warriors, and when it reached the Holy Lord, the inner world turned into a small universe, but now that Lin Ming's realm has fallen, the inner world will not re-transform into a dantian, it will only be completely shattered.

This only intensified the blow to Lin Ming, and he lay his hands on the ground, his knuckles deeply embedded in the rock.

He began to retch, his stomach was about to vomit out, the blood in his body was almost dry, this inhuman pain, Lin Ming just gritted his teeth and endured it, without snorting.

In his heart, he held back an unyielding ruthlessness!

And at this time, there was finally something that made Lin Ming happy.

That is, when his cultivation descended to Xuandan, the little soul power left in his soul sea finally began to merge with the energy of the world in his body......

In other words, up to this point, Lin Ming's cultivation was completely consistent with his origin soul power.

He can now cultivate like a normal martial artist.

He can retrain his soul, re-cultivate his cultivation, improve step by step, and climb step by step......

It's just that...... One thing different, he's old.

Although the life fire and soul fire of the young Xuandan martial artist were weak, they could grow, and Lin Ming, his soul fire and life fire, had been forcibly deprived of most of them, which was equivalent to an old man in the twilight.

He has less than twenty years left in his lifespan, which is no different from that of an old man in the twilight.

Although Lin Ming's face is still young now, but his eyes are beginning to cloudy, this is actually because of his powerful physical body.

If it weren't for absorbing the blood of many divine beasts and absorbing the blood of Shura, Lin Ming would have completely turned into an old man who was about to die.

How likely is it that an old man will be able to raise his cultivation to at least the realm of the Holy Lord in the remaining twenty years of his life?

Lin Ming didn't know, but he would fight.

No matter whether his cultivation can be improved or not, he will do his best to cultivate, and he will never slack off for a moment.

How many times did he aspire to be a moth to a fire.

He told Lan Yunyue, Shengmei, and himself: "Even if he is just a weak moth, he will not hesitate to rush into this flame and fight for the one-in-a-million hope of nirvana." ”

However, his oath has never been so desperate, so tragic, so desperate as it is today, and he has been resurrected from death!

Lin Ming knew how slim his path was, but cultivation, at least there might be hope and a turnaround.

And to give up is to wait for death.

...... (To be continued......)