The moon travels through the smoke clouds, and the mercury-like moonlight pours over the golden grasslands.

The crickets chirped in the grass, as if protesting against the man on the shore of the lake, disturbing their purity.

Lin Feng sat upright in mid-air, his palms clasped openly, his eyes slightly closed, immersed in his own world.

Two dantians, one large and one small. The big ones are like the sun, and the small ones are like salted egg yolks. They are surrounded by spiritual power, floating in their bodies, and they become one.

Lin Feng guided the spiritual power to gush out from the primordial dantian and slowly injected it into the nascent dantian. He saw that trace of spiritual power turn into a stream, and his heart was slightly relieved.

He was full of pride in his heart, raised his head and roared, and the two slapped suddenly, and his body flew up like a wild goose, straight into the sky.

A set of the most basic Lin family's five thunder fists was unfolded in the clouds. Like thunder, like electricity, he couldn't see Lin Feng's figure clearly at all, just when a gust of wind blew up the remnant clouds.

"Strange thing, how can you thunder in a good way?" Someone looked up at the night sky and said curiously.

"Where is thunder, most of the masters are practicing."

"But shouldn't the master's practice be golden?"

"Then I don't know."

Lin Feng naturally didn't know what those residents were talking about, he concentrated on his senses, and his entire spirit was focused on the flowing spiritual power.

Trip after trip, Lin Feng hit his robe with sweat all over his body, his body was getting faster and faster, and his fists were like electricity.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt burst out of his head, thunder rolling and blazing. Immediately after, the second and third ...... Five thunderbolts in a row surrounded his entire body.

Lin Feng fought heartily, and finally after the last trip of the Five Thunder Fist closed the momentum, he let out a long roar, and his cloak thundered and landed with a bang.

Where it landed, the ground shook and the ground was struck by lightning into a pit two feet in diameter and three feet deep, and the surroundings were scorched black.

"Wow!" Lin Feng was surprised, he could feel that the strength of the Five Thunder Fist was still rushing forward, "I didn't expect the Five Thunder Fist to be so powerful, no wonder the family chose this set of boxing techniques as the basic martial arts of their children." It's a pity that how many people have been cultivating and comprehending with their hearts? ”

The growth of the Five Thunder Fist was purely an unexpected gain for Lin Feng. He was thinking about fighting with the Master of No Killing today, thinking about why the spiritual pressure of No Killing was so sharp. Unexpectedly, he made some gains in the Five Thunder Fist, and he felt that this was far from the extreme of the Five Thunder Fist.

The power of the Five Thunder Fist is still piercing into the ground, and its power pattern is longitudinal, like an invisible lightning spear, which can easily penetrate the target and spread up to two feet around the body.

Two feet, that's not a lot of range.

However, the power contained in the Five Thunder Fists is almost like a thunderbolt, which can crisscross and smash targets within the range, and its horror can be imagined.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt that the strength of the Five Thunder Fists was blocked, and in the depths of the earth, it seemed that he had encountered a shield that was strong and could not be broken through, and it suddenly disappeared.

Lin Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly sacrificed his divine sense to observe. But the dark world in the underground part is chaotic. Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't see it.

As soon as the inspiration moved, Lin Feng's palm suddenly appeared, and the spiritual power in the dantian bloomed, driving the power of the earth element.

The elemental power melted into the earth and quickly dispersed, so that he seemed to have countless tentacles, eyes, and noses in the great underground, enough to feel everything within a hundred zhang depth.

This time, he finally saw it clearly, but it was shocked.

Like a flash, a dark green whip flashed and disappeared outside the range of Lin Feng's divine sense.

His brows were furrowed, and it seemed as if ten thousand steel needles were piercing at the same time in the depths of his soul.

At this moment, a Buddha horn came from behind him.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Little friendly is not diligent! "The master of non-killing is ten feet in one step, and he is ethereal.

Lin Feng put aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, and bowed down to salute: "Senior! ”

"What's the gain?" No killing questions.

Lin Feng straightened up and smiled bitterly: "I feel that when I have cultivated to the acquired realm, every step forward is very mysterious, and I don't have much experience." ”

The golden light of the body without killing is even more golden under the reflection of the moonlight, illuminating the surrounding several feet.

He doesn't smile and exudes majesty from the inside out. Standing in front of Lin Feng, his gaze was indifferent, sweeping his face, and then looking at the lake.

"The day is getting closer, little friend, don't forget our agreement." Wu Kill said lightly.

Lin Feng touched the tip of his nose, nodded and smiled bitterly: "Lin Feng can only say that he will do his best, if he can't do it then, he can only implement it according to the agreement." ”

There was no killing and there was silence, and his fingertips suddenly bloomed with golden light. Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with powerful spiritual pressure, like needles and thorns, like tight spells, causing Lin Feng's whole body to be paralyzed, drenched in cold sweat, and unable to move.

At this time, any child can kill him.

That spiritual pressure was the most unique one Lin Feng had felt. All along, the spiritual pressure of martial artists has been diffuse, like a net, like an overwhelming blanket. The same is true for the spiritual pressure before the no-kill.

But the spiritual pressure of the master of no killing is raised one after another, like a millimeter, unable to grasp it, and unable to figure it out.

As soon as it suddenly appeared, when the spirit pressure reached the edge of Lin Feng's resistance, it suddenly disappeared.

Lin Feng gasped, drenched in cold sweat, he looked at Wu Kill in amazement, his brows were slightly locked: "Master~"

"Nan no Amitabha!" Without killing him, he bowed his head, chanted the Buddha and continued to move forward, one step at a time, the golden light was shining, and he disappeared from Lin Feng's field of vision after a while.

After leaving without killing, Lin Feng had been standing by the lake, meditating.

Spiritual pressure is the external manifestation of spiritual strength, and the stronger the spiritual pressure, the stronger the spiritual power. And spiritual power is the intuitive embodiment of a warrior's own strength, and it has an inseparable relationship with his realm, talent, and cultivation techniques.

"Spiritual pressure, spiritual pressure~" Lin Feng kept circling this word in his mind, and kept recalling the powerful and terrifying spiritual pressure that the previous Master of No Killing had cast.

The clouds and shadows on the horizon are elegant, the moon shadows are slanting to the west, and the sun is rising. It was past morning, noon, and soon night, and time seemed to be speeding up here in Lin Feng.

He knows no hunger or thirst, and he never sleeps. Even though his body did not move, in the world of consciousness, he never stopped for a moment.

An eagle flew like lightning in the night. Its body is no more than a foot long, and its sparkling eyes are different from other eagles, not so unruly and lonely, and a little more cute.

If you look closely, you can see that it has two pairs of wings, two large and two small, overlapping under the armpits. This makes it extremely easy to navigate the wind and clouds as it spins in the air.

All around it, it shimmered with aura, and the iron feathers glowed with a crystalline luster.

It flew to the top of Lin Feng's head, circled for a moment, looked down for a while, and then landed, sat on top of his head, pecked at the feathers under its wings, and then flapped its wings and flew away. After a while, they called for friends again, and two or three came...... More. As if to say, "Come and see, there's a puppet here, it's so realistic!" ”

The four-winged nighthawk, a kind of bird monster that feeds on the aura of heaven and earth, they only love the purest aura of heaven and earth, and it is even rumored that their bodies are not ordinary flesh and blood.

They exist in very few places in this world, and when the Master of No Killing was building Taiping Village, he accidentally found several rare four-winged nighthawks in the depths of the illusion.

From afar, when the Master of No Killing saw this scene, his eyes narrowed.

"It can actually attract my four-winged nighthawk here, how pure is the aura of heaven and earth gathered by this little guy?" He couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

(End of chapter)