Four days later, Yang Ling's body underwent a huge change, and the internal force that had always occupied the eight veins of the Qi Jing was all compressed into the dantian.

At this time, his body contained a large amount of true power, and the true power was warm like a trickle.

Even the meridians on the body have been widened and more tenacious, and they will no longer be easily broken.

Five days later, the red mist outside the body became more obvious, like a layer of pale red gauze wrapping him, very mysterious and beautiful.

On the sixth day, Yang Ling felt indescribably comfortable, and the whole person was like bathed in the sun, extremely comfortable.

The true power in the body has occupied the dantian, and slowly squeezed out the internal force curled up in a corner out of the body, so far, his true power has finally formed a complete running diagram, which is endless, endless, endless.

Yang Ling couldn't help but want to howl, feeling that he had embarked on a different path, and the future was bright.

"It's a pity that the Southern Candle Heart Sutra is not perfect, and I don't know what realm it is now. "That's the most regrettable thing.

Then he ran the Qingyin Formula, and with the support of Zhenji, the Qingyin Formula also changed.

Although the mana power is still seriously consumed, it is much stronger than before, and these mana powers are enough to support him to use the Qingyin Technique many times in a big battle.

But the most surprising thing is that when he ran the Vajra Method, some faint golden light was also produced in his body, like the light of the Buddha shining through, penetrating every part of his body.

"If I fight against the black-armored people in my current state, I will definitely not be so stretched, and they will not want to use the dark power of martial arts to impact my internal organs and cause internal injuries to me!"

"The red mist outside the body is a bit interesting, I am now very much like those who have cultivated aura, haha......" He secretly teased, because the aura of cultivation will linger outside the human body, which is very conspicuous.

These red mist were just visions that occurred when cultivating the Southern Candle Heart Sutra, and once the cultivation was stopped, the red mist would all dissipate.

Yang Ling was already fascinated by the Southern Candle Heart Sutra, and his cultivation couldn't stop at all.

Although it was extremely boring, he began to practice martial arts alone since he was very young, and he was accustomed to it all the way, regardless of cold or heat.

Just as he stood up and was about to go outside to practice a set of boxing techniques and try the effect, a sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, becoming stronger and stronger.

Yang Ling secretly screamed badly, and only then did he realize that seven days had passed since he killed the Black Armor Man, and presumably the Black Cliff Man was going to be killed.

Then he hurried out and stood in front of the stockade and looked into the distance.

The people of Qingyang Village are now in awe of him, since the death of Li Fuan and Du Hong, they have elected a new chief steward, Wang Hu has also become a steward because of Yang Ling, and has a certain right to speak in the village.

Seeing Yang Ling looking into the distance, some people were also full of curiosity and gathered around, and He Shengnu and Wang Gou even poked and poked on his legs left and right, very naughty.

After a few moments, the earth began to shake, and the horizon was filled with smoke and dust, and some people came at a speed on giant beasts.

"Oh mom~" Some people shouted, and they ran away, eager to dig a hole in the ground and get in.

However, there were also some bold people who did not leave, because there was still an indifferent Yang Ling standing in front of them.

But Yang Ling's indifference was only deliberate, he knew that he couldn't mess up, otherwise everyone would be unlucky.

"There must be extraordinary people and black-armored people accompanying them, otherwise they wouldn't dare to kill them back!" Yang Ling inferred.

The figures flew fast, and they were clearly visible in an instant, almost all of them were black-armored people, and the blood-colored cloaks were connected together, rising and falling, as if they were a sea of blood.

However, the first person was dressed in a purple robe, his hair was like the wind, his body was slender, and there was a silver aura around his body.

Yang Ling was short of breath, even though there were thousands of troops in front of him, but only that one person attracted people's attention and made people tremble.

"That's a person who has cultivated aura, I'm afraid I can't match it. ”

Although he has made great progress in cultivating the Southern Candle Heart Sutra, he has never fought with people who have cultivated spiritual energy, and he doesn't know how powerful this kind of person is, after all, spiritual cultivators have been mythologized, and he always feels that the Southern Candle Heart Sutra is a step behind, so he has no confidence to fight.

So he decided that he would deal with it in other ways as a last resort.

But in the blink of an eye, he forced himself to calm down again.

"I can't go, that man will definitely catch up with me, and even if I can get away with it, everyone behind me will suffer!"

He silently operated the Qingyin Jue, and the meaning of fearlessness rose in his heart, and he became full of pride, and his body was full of heroic energy.

He didn't blast away the villagers around him, but nodded to everyone, and then smiled at He Shengnu, and pinched Wang Gou's little nose, the world at this moment seemed to be quiet, there was no fighting, no fighting, only contentment, family fun.

Yang Ling needed these villagers to accompany him in a play, but the outcome of the play could not be determined.

I saw him take three steps forward and sit on the ground.

This was a strange scene, dozens of wind-scaled beasts came on the rolling wolf smoke, dozens of black-armored people had cold faces, vicious eyes, and silently pulled out the big knives behind their backs.

In front of them, one person crossed his knees and closed his eyes, chanting words in his mouth, children playing behind him, and even more villagers in the mountains and wilderness looked curiously.

The contrast between movement and stillness is striking.

Yang Ling's body was surrounded by red mist, more and more, as if he was in a fairyland.

Finally, the black-armored people were only a hundred zhang away, and they all roared loudly, vowing to kill Yang Ling, like crazy bison.

But the purple-robed man just raised his hand slightly, and suppressed the anger of everyone behind him.

"Did you kill the black-armored guard?" the purple-robed man had a solemn face, and he never came down from riding on the Wind Scale Beast.

Yang Ling opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flickered, and he said lightly: "I don't know what the black armor guard is, I just killed some ants!"

The purple-robed man hid anger in his chest, and said in a cold voice: "Don't you think it's a little cruel and excessive?"

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that what I did that day was just to give back to him in his own way!"

The purple-robed man flicked the sword in his hand lightly, turned over and jumped off the Wind Scale Beast and walked towards Yang Ling.

"Then your memory is a little not very good, do you remember a few wooden boxes and a fruit?"

Yang Ling sighed secretly in his heart, the other party really came to attract spirit fruits, and the life and death of those black-armored people were actually not important.

He stood up, snatched a fruit from the hand of the Holy Maiden He, and handed it to the purple-robed man.

"Is this the one? If you talk about fruit, there are so many in the stockade that it is more than enough to give one to each of you!"

When he stood up, the red mist outside his body slowly condensed and was swept into his body.

The purple-robed man's eyelids twitched, and then he asked cautiously, "You have already practiced to the realm of consummating your aura and condensing your body?"

Yang Ling just crushed the fruit in his hand, and then threw it into his mouth and ate it, without answering.

The purple-robed man had anger in his eyes, but he didn't make an abrupt move, because in his eyes, Yang Ling's realm was much stronger than him.

"When I came out, the lord of the mansion warned that you could invite you to Black Cliff as a guest, and if you wanted, you could also become a guest like me. ”

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Black Cliff is really good at doing things, if I am just a martial artist, I'm afraid I have already been killed by you, right?" Now that I see that I have cultivated my aura, I want to invite you sincerely, hehe...... I'm going to visit Black Cliff, and if there's nothing else, let's go!"

After saying this, he turned and walked into the stockade, looking disdainful.

The purple-robed man was furious, and took out a jade box from his waist, which contained a blood-red treasure medicine, and he picked up the treasure medicine and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

"It's too much to deceive people, let me try your methods to see how strong the people of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Realm are!"

But after thinking about it and hesitating, he glanced at Yang Ling's back hatefully, and then put away the treasure medicine.

"I'll wait at the Black Cliff, I hope you don't break your promise!" The purple-robed man filled his chest with anger and left with a group of black-armored hungry wolves.

"Don't worry, I'm here for Black Cliff, there's no reason not to go!" was the last thing the purple-robed man heard, and then they walked farther and farther.

It took less than a moment before and after, but Yang Ling felt like a century had passed.

When the person of Black Cliff disappeared into the distance, he felt collapsed, the sweat behind his back was sticky like mud, and his body staggered, and he actually fell to the ground.

Yang Ling clearly knew that if he hadn't kept the Qingyin technique to be fearless and fearless just now, he would have been unable to support it.

It's a psychological fear because the spiritualists are rumored to be too strong.

And every word and action he said had to be carefully considered, and sure enough, the other party didn't make a move because he was afraid.

I also have to say that he is very lucky, if the purple-robed man is a person with a violent and reckless personality, he will definitely not be able to bear that evil breath and attack him.

"Heaven favors!" he had to sigh.

However, after this incident, his status in the hearts of everyone in Qingyang Village has reached its peak, like a god.

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