The sea of Yunqi collapsed, and the Hongmeng purple qi and the aura of heaven and earth poured out from the sea of Yunqi, stabbing Ling Luo so much that he couldn't open his eyes for a while. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tan Zhen's face was full of unwillingness, and the sea of containing qi collapsed under the impact of Ziqing's twin qi, and his heart was shattered by the splashed aura!

But just now, he broke through the realm of stagnation for a hundred years and obtained a powerful cultivation!

If you were a little more bold, it wouldn't be you who died today...... Tan Zhen looked at the young man in front of him, and a trace of admiration welled up in his heart.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and he died unjustly, he closed his eyes and lost his breath.

Kill 8,000 enemies and lose 10,000 yourself!

This is the most stupid and barbaric way of fighting! But the key is that you are reluctant to give up the 8,000, but I am willing to give up the 10,000! Ling Luo used his heart to die to defeat the powerful enemy.

Ling Luo pushed Tan Zhen's corpse, endured the severe pain and moved forward, pulling out the fluff from his abdomen little by little. Tan Zhen's body fell, falling deeper into the gap between the feathers.

Ling Luo looked at the dense wounds on his abdomen, and drilled out of the feathers step by step.

Tired and weak, I haven't closed my eyes for months, the life and death crisis has passed, and now I can finally sleep.

Lying on Shenpeng's hard and iron-like feathers, Ling Luo yawned lazily, looking at the clear blue sky and muttering to himself.

"The Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate, the Seven Great Immortal Mountains, one day, I will step you into seven small mounds. ”

Shenpeng came from the west, and now he is returning to the west, soaring up to 90,000 miles, straight into the sky, and flying above the nine heavens. If viewed from the sea below, the primeval giant bird has turned into an inconspicuous white spot.

The sea is calm, and the power of heaven and earth caused by the arrival of Shenpeng is no longer seen.

Ling Luo slept for seven days, and he woke up rubbing his eyes, looking around blankly.

Outside the clouds, all you can see is the white clouds and the sky.

Strangely enough, after sleeping for so long, he didn't feel hungry.

Becoming a Xuanqi monk in the Sinking Sea Realm, he could clearly feel that with every breath he breathed, the aura of heaven and earth entered his body, nourishing his internal organs. There is no longer any need to rely on the essence of Gu Shui to replenish physical strength like mortals.

However, in the secluded world, even if you are a profound monk, you can't do without the temptation of delicacies.

Only the legendary Taixu of the mountains and seas can not eat grains, get rid of the five senses, and truly become one with heaven and earth.

The ancient is too empty to people, its sleep is not dreaming, its feeling is worry-free, its food is unwilling, and its breath is deep.

The primeval giant bird soars in the direction of sunset, three thousand miles a day.

Ling Luo estimated, and happily took it back to the world, back to Falling Tide City.

From encountering Shenpeng to crossing the border and being trapped in a hurricane, it took four full months to reach the far east. Now if you want to return to the world, it will take a year and a half!

Standing on the back of the vast bird, looking at it, it looks like the white feathers of the deck of a warship, layer after layer, extending to the horizon.

These feathers are as hard as dark iron, and if they are taken down and refined into immortal swords, they are also an infinitely powerful weapon.

However, the insignificant human wants to pluck the feathers of the Shenpeng, and it is just a dream.

White clouds, the sky, feathers, and nothing else.

In Ling Luo's heart, there was suddenly a loneliness that he had never experienced before, lonely and desolate......

Standing on the back of the primeval giant bird, it seems to be in the primeval world. It seems that at the beginning of heaven and earth, he was the only one in this world. It was as if heaven and earth were destroyed, and he was the only one left in this world.

Simply, Ling Luo took a step forward and ran in the direction of Shen Peng's head.

He didn't stop, ten days and nights passed, but he still didn't see Shenpeng's head.

Another ten days and nights passed, and slowly, running became the norm.

Ling Luo looked at the Haoran Sea, the Haoran Qi and the Hongmeng Purple Qi were no longer violent, the two pushed each other, but they were distinct, and the Ziqing Taiji Diagram was running slowly.

Ling Luo urged Ziqing's twin qi to rush out of the Haoran Sea, and poured into his feet along the spiritual veins, his feet were suddenly filled with strength, his pace accelerated, and his speed instantly increased to the limit.

"Falling Tide City, I'm back. ”

Ling Luo turned into a phantom, like an arrow off the string, and shot out with a whoosh.

In this way, I maintained my maximum speed, did not eat or drink, and ran non-stop......

As he continued to run, his muscles changed, becoming tighter and tougher.

The day and night changed dozens of times, and two months later, there was a vacancy in front of him, and Ling Luo finally reached Shenpeng's head.

When he stopped running, he felt that his body was as light as paper, and his body became stronger again. The control of Ziqing's dual qi has also become more and more skillful.

Ling Luo controlled Ziqing's dual qi, slowly retreated to Haoran Sea, and smiled weirdly. With the convergence of Ziqing's twin qi, his cultivation gradually lowered to the third order of the Spirit Source Realm.

Ling Luo always felt that the relationship between Ziqing and Qing Qi was not so simple. It's just that I can't figure it out for a while, so I have to don't think about it.

Standing on the huge head of Shenpeng, looking at the sea and sky in front of him, Ling Luo had a new understanding of heaven and earth.

The primeval giant bird, the same age as heaven and earth. Since its appearance, all the disturbances in this world have not alarmed it in the slightest, and Ling Luo's actions have not been cared for at all.

Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh:

"The primeval giant bird, soaring for nine days and three thousand miles a day. For mortals, it is already the limit of speed, but for itself, it is slow. Shenpeng has been flying for more than three months, and this long March, for Shenpeng, may just be an early morning. ”

Those who ascend will be humbled by themselves. At this moment, Ling Luo had another understanding of this sentence.

Ascending must start from a low place, however, standing on a high place, the mountains and seas are magnificent, the world is vast, and the sense of self-humility arises spontaneously in the heart.

"Compared with the greatness of Shenpeng, how is a person different from a grain of dust?"

Sighing at the omnipotence of the God of the Creator, the wind blew across his cheeks, and his hair flew in the wind.

He closed his eyes deeply, clarified his thoughts and did not think about them, relaxed his body, extended his body's perception, and became one with heaven and earth.

The weather is getting colder, and suddenly there is snow falling all over the sky.

"Snow ......"

Ling Luo stretched out his hand to catch a piece, watching the snowflakes slowly melt in the palm of his hand, and smiled happily.

"Winter is coming so fast. ”

As far as the eye can see, the snowflakes fall into the sea and disappear without a trace. On the surface of the sea, there are a few dots of white, which are islands covered with heavy snow.

The fifth month passed, and finally on this day, Ling Luo saw the land in amazement.

Where the sea meets the land, the sea crashes against the curvy shore, outlining beautiful white lines.

arrived, finally arrived at the east coast of Nanling Kingdom, and Ling Luo's heart ignited with joy.

After being away from this world for so long, I'm finally back.

As he approached the shore a little bit, the smile on Ling Luo's face froze.

The land ahead is full of heavy mountains, and the eyes are full of green.

I don't see the city, I don't see the village, I don't see the slightest trace of people, this ...... It's not the east coast of Nanling at all.

Falling Tide City is directly west of the Mayfly Sea, and Shenpeng has been soaring westward, why did he come to a strange coast?

In fact, Ling Luo didn't notice that there was a slight deviation in the direction of Shenpeng's soaring, not the absolute west, but the southerly west.

The difference is tens of thousands of miles, and now, Falling Tide City is tens of thousands of miles away.

On the mainland, the mountains are tall and piercing the clouds recently. The terrain is steep and the earth veins are continuous. The river rushes down from a high place, and there is no human track here, only a large number of birds of prey and exotic beasts.

In the distant canyon, a large white bird soared into the sky, competing with the ancient giant bird. The long tail is like a white practice, drawing a sharp mark in the sky.

"What kind of bird? can fly so high. Ling Luo couldn't help but say.

This wasn't the place Ling Luo was coming from, and it was very different from the world he lived in......

The moment Ling Luo entered this continent, in an ancient tomb deep in the continent, on the branches and leaves of a huge bronze god tree, an ancient box shook slightly.

It seems that there is a force that wants to fight with heaven and earth, and it is about to rush out of the ancient box, but it does not move, quietly dormant in the ancient box.

An old man sweeping the tomb stared at the ancient box with blazing eyes, and sighed.

"Here, my Ning family has been waiting for a full ten thousand years, thirteen generations, and finally waited. ”

Shenpeng soared over the mainland, leaving the East China Sea behind. In just one day, I went 3,000 miles deep into the mainland, and the scenery was completely different.

Far ahead, a fiery red forest caught all of Ling Luo's gaze......

The ancient trees in the forest reached straight into the clouds, and each one was as red as blood, and like a burning flame, dazzling and scorching, and Ling Luo's heart was stunned.

Suddenly, a thick and vast voice seemed to come from nine heavens away, resounding in Ling Luo's mind.

"Humans, the fire forest is just ahead, if you want to live, go down quickly!"

Ling Luo was startled and looked around.

"Who?"

Who else was on this Shenpeng's back but himself? After a while, he didn't hear that voice again.

"Fang Cai, who is talking?" Ling Luo shouted loudly.

Don't...... Could it be that Fang Cai's voice was made by the Divine Peng Giant Bird, and the voice was extremely solemn, and it could not be rejected in the slightest. If it's Shenpeng, why is it talking to me?

With doubts, Ling Luo looked down at the land under his feet, and then entered the sky above the fiery red forest, he thought for a while, jumped from the head of Shen Peng, and fell, the sound of the wind passed through his ears, and it sounded fiercely.

The primeval giant bird, clinging to the fiery red giant tree inserted into the clouds, flew past and continued to the Chaos Lands in the west.

Ling Luo's speed of falling is getting faster and faster, completely exceeding his limit speed.

It's too fast! Ling Luo sighed secretly, this is the power of heaven and earth, the power of nature.

The speed of the fall was too fast, Ling Luo had to worry, and if he fell like this, if he fell to his death...... So what to do?

But...... It wasn't until this moment that he remembered one thing, he hadn't practiced the Wind Riding Technique yet. Ling Luo's cultivation went straight from the Spirit Source Realm to the Shenhai Realm, and he didn't stay in the Wind Riding Realm for long, so much so that he actually forgot about this stubble.

The wind was sharp, as if it was about to cut Ling Luo's cheeks, he wanted to cry, and the limit speed of this fall was uncontrollable, so he had to close his eyes and resign himself to fate.

After a long time, there was a loud "bang", and the body slammed heavily on the ground, and for a while the dust flew up, and Ling Luo finally fell from a high altitude.

The dust and smoke dissipated, a big pit appeared on the ground, and after a long time, Ling Luo slowly got up, and smiled helplessly: "Oh, it hurts, it hurts!"

If a mortal falls from a great height, he will surely fall into a pulp.

But Ling Luo's body withstood the impact of the second stage, and he was no longer the weak young man in the firewood house in Qiuchen Mountain.