The Soul Sealing Bottle on the side of the table shook slightly, and the mockery of the Thousand Faced Venerable came from inside:

"You're all in the Martial Saint realm, and you still have to start cultivating the Dao Law from scratch? It's wishful thinking. In your case, don't even think about being out of your body after practicing for ten years! ”

Song Yun glanced at the Soul Sealing Bottle, "Do you still have the strength to speak?" It seems that there is not enough tossing. ”

As he spoke, he began to shake the bell again.

"No, I won't say it......" Venerable Thousand Faces suddenly felt pain, and begged for mercy while howling miserably.

After shaking it more than a dozen times, seeing that this guy was much more honest, Song Yun put away the copper bell and asked:

"I don't believe that other martial saints haven't encountered this situation, what can you do?"

Venerable Thousand Faces made a mistake: "Dao and martial arts double cultivation, it is all carried out simultaneously, and the progress on both sides is about the same, so that it can reach the mysterious realm of 'if it is about to leave' between the soul and the body." ”

"As for you, the Martial Saint has just begun to go out of the body, the progress difference between the two sides is too great, the soul and the body are closely integrated, and they are already almost 'the unity of spirit and flesh', how can they be practiced?"

As he spoke, he asked puzzledly:

"You became a martial saint at a young age, if you focus on practicing martial arts, there is great hope for the peak of martial arts, and you can even impact the human immortals, what do you have to cultivate?"

Song Yun didn't answer, but he knew very well in his heart-

Since defeating all kinds of armies a while ago, his name as "Anxi Slaughter" has spread all over the world.

All forces have seen his methods, and they will definitely not easily send a large army to Anxi to die.

Now during this period of time, if you want to continue to become stronger, you mainly have to rely on your own cultivation.

You have to take your time in martial arts, and it is not so easy to improve the realm of martial saints.

In contrast, the path of monasticism is much faster when it starts from scratch.

Some methods unique to the Dao Law can also give Song Yun a lot more means.

If you can drive things, you can kill the enemy with flying needles, and with the [Anxi real-time map], you can fight wherever you want to fight in the city, and the movement is very small, and you can take people's lives invisibly.

When you reach the realm of ghosts and immortals, you can survive two thunder tribulations, cultivate a god thought clone, and you can send a clone out of the city to do errands, and your own body still stays in the city.

Divine thoughts originate from the divine soul, as long as the divine soul is not extinguished, the divine thought clone can be condensed at any time, even if it is destroyed, there is no need to be too distressed, you can wave it casually.

Finally, the ability of the ghost fairy to reincarnate and regenerate is even more exciting.

The combat power of the Martial Saint is obviously stronger than that of the Ghost Immortal, but it has not broken the limit of the human body, and its lifespan is only two hundred years old.

Only by promoting to a martial arts immortal and surpassing the limit can you gain a long life span of tens of thousands of years.

In comparison, it is definitely easier to promote the ghost immortal.

This is the reason why Song Yun began to cultivate.

But of course, he wouldn't explain this to the Thousand Faces Venerable, and he turned his hand and rang the bell again.

After the Thousand Faces Venerable howled a few times, he said unhurriedly:

"It's me who asks you questions, not you who ask me, how did I get out of my body and explain honestly!"

The Thousand Faces Venerable snorted twice, and said hesitantly: "You are not out of the question, theoretically speaking, as long as you can shake the divine soul." ”

"How do you shake?"

"When encountering major changes and encountering life danger, it is simply to find some stimulation, emotional agitation, and natural instability."

Song Yun smiled when he heard this, "I'm fine now, what's the change and danger?" You're just letting me die, and when I'm dead, you're just out of trouble, aren't you? ”

Seeing that Song Yun was holding the bell again, the Thousand Faced Venerable was so frightened that he hurriedly explained:

"If you have to say it, then I only know this one method, and if you don't believe it, you can ask other cultivators, and they won't have a better way."

"Okay." Song Yun shook his head, waved his hand, and suppressed the Soul Sealing Bottle to the ground.

"If you want me to die, it's impossible, or you can only practice the Pagoda Visualization Shell Method."

After a moment's thought, he got up and pushed the door open.

"If the feeling of falling from a thousand feet in the sky is not enough, then fly a little higher and try to fall down from a thousand feet in the sky, this is exciting enough, right?"

As soon as he said it, Song Yun rose into the air, straight up, through the strong wind, over the stratus clouds, and rose higher and higher, as if he could touch the sky as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The higher he flew, the lower the temperature around him, and Song Yun's eyebrows were already stained with a layer of frost.

At this temperature, with the strong physique of the Martial Saint, it can still withstand it, but the air has also become extremely thin.

The principle of martial saint can fly in the flesh is to control the qi outside the body, hedge with the air, and push himself to get rid of gravity.

As the air thins, flying becomes more and more difficult and the consumption increases dramatically.

After Song Yun flew to a height of 4,000 zhang, he looked down and looked down, and the entire desert was in full view, and he could even see Jingguo, Tang Kingdom, Beiyuan and Liang Kingdom on all sides.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, ups and downs, are like a chessboard.

Looking at the feeling of being already a little dizzy, but still a little bit of meaningless, Song Yun gritted his teeth and continued to fly up.

4,500 zhang, 5,000 zhang, 5,500 zhang, 6,000 zhang......

After reaching a height of more than 6,000 zhang, Song Yun finally couldn't fly, took a few breaths, turned down, and was about to experience the excitement of falling from a high altitude.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling came to my heart.

High in the sky, between the endless ethereals, it was as if a pair of huge eyes had appeared.

His eyes suddenly opened, and he was staring at himself!

Song Yun shivered, his cold hairs stood on end, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on the surface of his skin.

The coldness of the skull spread from the wind to the heart.

It's a feeling of extreme danger, like a rabbit foraging in the wild, and when you look up, you find the figure of a goshawk in the sky hovering and landing......

Frightened and powerless.

Song Yun looked up suddenly, and there was nothing above, not even a cloud.

The color of the sky is no longer blue, but a deep gray-black, like a boundless black hole, trying to swallow the mountains and rivers below.

Those huge eyes didn't seem to exist, but Song Yun could clearly perceive the cold gaze.

In the dark, there is definitely a terrifying existence that is watching itself!

Song Yun didn't dare to linger for a moment, so he directly restrained his breath, pretended to be a dead piece of wood, closed his eyes, and began to fall straight down.

The wind was howling in my ears, and the speed of the fall was getting faster and faster.

The clothes and hair rubbed against the air rapidly, the temperature soared, and they were about to burn, and the skin was burned and gradually blackened.

Under the severe pain, Song Yun always closed his eyes, his body did not move, only the beating sound of his heart was as dense as a drumbeat.

Traveling to the present, he has experienced several life-and-death battles, and he can always maintain his fighting spirit, not afraid of any enemy, and will not have a desperate mood.

Today, this is the second time I have experienced this feeling of powerlessness.

The first time, it was because he hadn't gotten the status of [Zhencheng Wufu], just a small martial artist, who had not yet been on the battlefield, but was trapped in the city by tens of thousands of Jingguo troops, and could only wait for death.

"The Sword Comes"

But now, he is already in the realm of martial saints, sitting in a country, and there are several strong people in the world, but he still feels a deep powerlessness.

It is as if he has become a pig and sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and in the face of a higher-level existence, the butcher, he only dares to play dead or struggle, and it is difficult to raise the intention of resistance in his heart.

"Hell, what the hell is in the sky?"

As he continued to fall, there was a rumbling sound in his ears.

Song Yun opened his eyes slightly, and his face changed.

I don't know when the dark clouds around me are already shrouded, and the black clouds are floating and sinking in the air, and the blue-purple arcs are crackling and flashing.

Thunder!