What is it like to fly?

Mortals seek to cultivate immortals, and those immortals who come and go high are the goals that everyone pursues, especially the ability to fly, which is an existence that mortals can only look up to.

There is one word to describe it, it is falling from the sky.

Ping'an is now deeply experiencing this feeling, and after only half a second, he can't help but want to vomit, his abdomen is overturned, his five organs are displaced, and his chest is like a big stone.

But I was choked by someone again, I couldn't swallow the feeling of not being able to spit it out, all kinds of discomfort came to me in an instant, and I didn't even feel that my body was my own.

But in this case, the mind cannot catch up with your body at all, and it will slowly fall into a state of stagnation.

At this moment, Ping An understood why he called the immortals ethereal, it turned out that he had to become ethereal in the first place before he could truly fly.

Of course, Ping An's current behavior is more appropriate to call it cliff jumping, where is what is considered flying, not even gliding, let alone actively controlling his body.

Also, the strength of the whole body pulled out the ink blade, plus the original power of falling, and combined it in one place, which was much faster than just now when Ping An took the initiative to throw down the stone to test.

After a moment of confusion, Ping An quickly recovered, the life and death crisis, I rehearsed it several times in my heart, and I was waiting for this critical moment, and if I didn't succeed, I would become a benevolent.

Without any hesitation, Ping An who bowed his body opened his body violently, like a big bird, and endured the cold wind blowing from the bottom to the top, in order to slow down his fall.

It's a good peace, at a critical moment, not chaotic, just relying on his own courage and bold action, such a result is clear at a glance, and the speed of falling is obviously a lot slower.

The whole process was a long time, but in reality, it didn't even take a second, and the distance between Ping An and that location was instantly reduced by at least half the distance.

Now is the time!

Ping'an's eyes kept staring at the changes around him, and he didn't even dare to blink an eye, and finally in his sight, a slightly raised mountain rock appeared, and that place, with his own hands, it was obviously impossible to hook it.

But don't forget, he still has an ink blade in his hand that he desperately snatched back, although the ink blade is not long, just a short sword, but with him, it is enough.

There is only one chance, fleeting, at the last moment, Ping'an's eyes flashed, and the ink blade in his hand changed from the previous thorn, but slashed fiercely on the raised mountain stone.

"Bell!"

The sparks splashed everywhere, and the deafening sound was mixed with a terrifying anti-shock force, which directly shook Ping'an's hands away.

It's just a little bit, if it weren't for Ping'an's preparations, this time, I'm afraid that I would have lost the ink blade that I had finally retrieved.

Fortunately, the strong faith made Ping An refuse to let go even if his arm was numb, and held the ink blade in his hand.

At this moment, Ping'an's body also did not stop moving, and of course he refused to give up the opportunity he had in exchange for life and death.

With all his might, his body twisted into an incredible angle, making Ping An almost faint, and in the dizziness, finally, the place that had been planned so long ago appeared in Ping An's eyes.

The time, angle, direction, etc., were all just right, better than Ping'an's plan, and he couldn't believe that he could succeed at one time.

The great situation that was finally created, of course, peace will not be wasted, and he shot again, and the ink blade in his hand pointed at the stone wall on his side.

Completely different from the previous ones, this power was like the one that had been touched, leaving only a small white mark on the cyan stone wall, and it was divided with a touch.

With the help of this, the direction of Ping An changed again, and he took a step closer to the place he had planned.

The contrast of positive and negative strength, Ping An feels that he is becoming more and more handy, and slowly enjoys this feeling, it turns out that the real flight is not as bad as imagined, and he even has a feeling of liking it.

The birds soar in the sky, free, and the cold wind is under them, which is not an obstacle, but a tool on which they step on, back and forth, flying against the wind.

Rebellion does not have to be acceptable, and changing rebellion into royalty is the real ability.

On the stone wall, a clear row of white dots points to the place where peace was finally confirmed.

Closer, closer!

Ping An finally saw where it was, it was a small platform, independent of the stone wall, the raised position was quite flat, although it didn't look big, but it was not a problem to allow yourself to hide.

It's not much better than anywhere else I've come down before, this is heaven on the road to hell.

This discovery surprised Ping'an, and naturally, the movements of his hands also stepped up a lot, for fear of missing this rare and good place.

At the same time, I am more glad in my heart for my choice, sometimes it is really the choice that is greater than the effort, which is not wrong at all.

It was also at this time that Ping An finally saw the light just now, like a tree but not a tree, like a person and not a person.

"Huh!"

The light flashed again, as if to make Ping An see more clearly, and with the help of this starlight, Ping An could see more clearly.

But at this glance, Ping'an's face changed greatly, and his face was full of disbelief.

This is... This is... Spirit!

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth in the world have their own spiritual shapes, some resemble people, and some resemble things, all of which are rare treasures in the world.

Legend has it that when the Holy Lord opened the heavens and the earth, his body was transformed into three realms, of which only the human world was blessed the most, and it was precisely because of this that countless living beings were nourished.

Over time, not only men and beasts, but also countless other creatures.

Among them, only the spirit of the five elements is the most special, legend, obeying it, not only can have the spirit body of the five elements, but also can play a great role in the improvement of the realm of cultivating immortals.

You know, it's a good thing that immortals can't ask for, and it's impossible for ordinary people to see it, if it weren't for great blessings or great creation.

The spirit of the five elements, of course, has its own different attributes, the same as gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the original yin and yang of the five elements, mortals cultivating immortals and cultivating yin and yang, is nothing more than to get the five elements of the spirit.

When the true consummation of the five elements is reached, at that time, heaven and earth, don't dare to disobey, don't say immortals and demons, even if it is the emperor of heaven and the emperor of the earth, they are not opponents.

Since ancient times, I have never heard of someone who has truly cultivated to the realm of the Five Elements Spirit Body, even if it is as strong as Yujun, the First Emperor is not good.

Of course, the innate Five Elements Spirit Body is very different from the acquired cultivation, and it is not the same.

Although Ping An has never seen the spirit, he has heard of it for a long time, and that kind of unique brilliance is not at all like something that can be possessed in the human world, even if it is the heavenly realm and the earth realm, it is not worthy.

It can be regarded as the condensation of the body of the Holy Lord, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and that kind of demeanor is like a peerless girl, which makes people dare not look at it directly.

No wonder it looks like a tree or a human, or it doesn't have any form at all.

It's just that Ping An never thought that he could see it in this land of Mount Tai.

In terms of color, the spirit is also divided into five kinds, yellow, blue, white, red, and black, each representing one of the five elements.

And this pillar, the color is black and shining, and a little light flashes from its swarthy body, this is the real earth spirit.

Looking at it, Ping An almost fell into intoxication, his body shook, and the ink blade in his hand hit the stone wall, and suddenly slid away.

It was this little error that made Ping An deviate from the direction of an inch, and at this time, this mistake was undoubtedly very fatal to Ping An.

The speed at which his body fell could no longer be controlled, and he was completely out of the established direction, seeing that the spiritual object that was close at hand was in front of him, but the result was that he was about to miss it, which made Ping'an's heart ache sharply.

Even the Xuanjing, which had not appeared in the mind for a long time, had changed at this time, and a blue light appeared, appearing from itself.

It's just that unlike before, the voice that chattered endlessly and claimed to be an old man did not appear again, and I don't know if it was because this place was left by Lao Jun, it didn't dare to make a sound.

Of course, there is no time to think about all these changes, and the feeling of missing out on spiritual objects is not as good as the pain of falling off a cliff, and the feeling of powerlessness is the real welcome to death.

At this time, Ping An was already a little flustered, and under the dancing of his hands, even the figure that had been stretched before had changed, which accelerated his fall even more.

In fact, the more anxious you are, the easier it is to make mistakes, and then you will make mistakes on top of mistakes, and in the end you can only accept the fate of failure.

At the same time, Xuanjing didn't make a sound, but suddenly turned into a long needle, and the edge directly made Ping'an's whole body tremble.

Although Xuanjing did not make a sound, it was in this way that he woke up peace from confusion.

I didn't care about thanking Xuanjing, Ping An quickly calmed down, and the ink blade in his hand no longer tried to make useless movements, and he didn't even have time to take a look at the distance between him and the spiritual object, so he could only roughly estimate it.

Ping An instantly had the answer, and at the same time had the idea of the next step, but he had to work hard.

Keep working hard, haven't you been on the road all the time!

This time, Ping An chose to accumulate strength, but instead of stabbing it out, he flipped his wrist and chose an oblique angle, which was tricky and ruthless.

The sound of the "bell", Ping An was right again, the sword did not pierce directly into the stone wall, the power of the shock gave himself a great buffer, with the help of this force, Ping An twisted his body, completely abandoned the previous practice, and fell directly towards the position of the spiritual object.

This initiative jumped, extremely bold, you must know that the remaining distance is still a few zhang, that peace seems to be able to stand, but it is not easy to jump up steadily, not only need courage, but also luck.

Sure enough, Ping'an's luck was not good, this jump with all his strength was still a little worse, Ping'an only half of his foot fell on Ping'an, and the huge force of landing had already made him fall backwards involuntarily.

Behind that, there is an abyss, is it going to fail?

No, the demon was generated several times in a row, and Ping An directly pressed it to death, and the ink blade in his hand stabbed towards the mountain stone under his feet that had only been stepped on for half a year.

Fortunately, this time the luck was not bad, the ink blade was firmly on the platform rock, and with the help of this meager strength, he quickly turned back and stepped on the platform with the other foot.