Since that day, after the mountain and sea order competition, Zhang Zheng did not dare to delay for half a minute, and entered the cave to retreat again.

There are still fourteen years before the Shanhai Order, and there is still a year to prepare for the customs, and there are only thirteen years of cultivation left when the battle is full.

With her current strength in the early stage of Jindan, she is like an ant in the world.

For this, Tan Ying gave her a great sense of crisis, she didn't know if all the genius cultivators in the world were as unfathomable as Tan Ying, or if she was just an outlier.

However, it is undeniable that Zhang Zheng deeply feels that the gap between himself and Tan Ying is like the difference between heaven and earth, a chasm that is difficult to cross.

She didn't vainly hope that she would be able to surpass Tan Ying in these fourteen years of cultivation, and she would not even take it as her goal to surpass Tan Ying in this life, and even go crazy for it.

She doesn't want to do that, she just wants to protect herself so that she can one day no longer be threatened, and the obvious answer to that is to become stronger.

In the past 14 years, she has done her best to be able to take a further step, and with each step, the mountains and seas that can be touched are broader.

Zhang Zheng faintly appeared in his mind an imaginary picture of the mountains and seas, with shadows and shadows, and the fairy spirit was ethereal.

Protector ......

The realm of mountains and seas is a secret realm left over from ancient times, and I don't know if there will be relevant records of protectors in it.

Zhang Zheng enters the Tao with the heart of the Tao to practice, and one of the ways is mysterious and far-reaching, and only when you get a glimpse of it can you know the infinite charm and profundity.

If you can see the scene of the prosperity of the Tao and the prosperity of the Tao in ancient times, even if it is just a glimpse, it will be regarded as no regrets in this life.

Zhang Zheng sighed.

Of course, before cultivating, the top priority is to repair the broken divine soul, In the secret realm, the divine soul has been in pain from time to time this year, but it has hurt her.

Almost died in the belly of the demon beast.

There was chaos in the Divine Mansion, and it was still in the moment of nothingness and uncivilized, and the white mass with a large head was like a soft white cloud, and a faint finger-long gap could be seen on a closer look, splitting it in half.

And such a big mouthful!

Zhang Zheng couldn't help but sigh, how long did it take to completely repair it, why was it so smooth to tear the soul in the first place!

Knowing this, she shouldn't have taken the risk of killing Wansheng like that, and there would be no such big thing as the following, she really regretted not being at the beginning.

……

The wind forest is surging, the rain clouds are layered, and a snow-green figure sits on the ground, maintaining the posture of five hearts to the sky, and the aura gathers into rolling waves surging towards Zhang Zheng, and the meridians of the whole body are poured into the dantian jasper.

In the depths of the jasper, the clear green jade beads slowly rotated, and the milky white and green colors blended more and more harmoniously around it.

"Po-"

The last golden osmanthus fell from the branch, falling far away, and the moment it fell to the jasper, it was divided into pure aura and drilled into the green jade beads, which had changed from the size of the newly condensed nail to the size of two fingernails.

Zhang Zheng's heart moved, and the lush green laurel trees were suddenly decorated with gold, and then thought, the osmanthus flowers swayed and sprinkled, turning into aura and returning to the jasper, but no longer entering the green jade beads.

The spiritual energy that poured in from the outside world floated on the surface of the body, and was no longer refined and stored in the dantian.

Zhang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, like a morning glow and starlight.

"Jindan mid-term ......"

She muttered softly, feeling a little satisfied, eight years, from the early stage of Jindan to the middle stage of Jindan, it is not bad, in the mountain and sea realm, it should be regarded as self-preservation.

It took three years just to restore the divine soul, and there were still three years before the opening of the Mountain and Sea Realm, and she still had two years left.

It's a pity that he can't continue to practice, Zhang Zheng looked up at the sky with a little sadness, the osmanthus tree in the jasper has stored enough spiritual energy, and it can't absorb more.

I don't know what year it will be next time to "farm" in the dantian jasper.

After nothing happened, Zhang Zheng remembered the strange soul in the purple mansion that wanted to take away her, and she had been busy every day since she devoured it, and she had not yet accepted its memory.

In the Divine Mansion, the snow-white dumplings were quietly suspended in the chaos, and Zhang Zheng began to search for the memories of strange gods without a teacher.

But until she turned her soul inside and out, she couldn't find any trace of unfamiliar memories.

How can anyone who is a god of the past have no memory?

What's more, its body is still so huge, but it is several times larger than her fist-sized soul, it stands to reason that it should be an old monster that has lived for thousands of years or even longer!

But that's the case, she couldn't find a single memory of a strange spirit.

The doubts in Zhang Zheng's eyes became more and more intense, either this divine soul had been stripped of its memories by some means, or this divine soul had no memory from beginning to end, that is, it had never experienced anything.

The former is more likely, but what means in the world can be used to strip memories from the soul? It's a little scary.

You must know that the soul search of the demon cultivation method is only useful for people with weak souls, and it is impossible to guarantee that the soul of the searched person is unharmed, only the memory is eliminated.

Zhang Zheng inexplicably remembered Wansheng in the fantasy realm in the Guyuan Secret Realm, which was nine points similar to the Wansheng she met in reality, although she didn't see Wansheng's face in the illusion, but from the way she behaved, she could probably distinguish the same as him.

It's just that there is always a weird and indescribable contradiction between Wansheng in fantasy and Wansheng in reality.

On the edge of the steep cliff, below is the heat wave of the sea of fire, "Zhang Zheng" stood numbly on the edge of the cliff, coldly watching hundreds of fellow disciples roar in despair and die in the sea of fire.

The ruined temple leaked everywhere, and "Zhang Zheng" lay motionless on the thatched pile, and the damp moisture from the rain soaked into the cracks of the bones, like a dense needle bayonet cutting.

The resentment had long since vanished, and only the eyes of hope and begging were left staring at the outside of the broken temple every day, for fear that she would not be able to see it when Wansheng came.

But in fact, she gritted her teeth and waited for seventy-nine days with a wrecked body that was about to die tomorrow.

The large dark spots on the ground were all the blood she vomited, mixed with dark red blood clots from the crumbling of her internal organs.

Waiting for her to hold on any longer, she didn't blink her eyes to death, she never came forward to the Wansheng she thought about, and she was lonely when she died.

The frost wind howled, and she died in the broken temple in the cold winter, just like the old beggar who saved the baby girl in her infancy.

"Zhang Zheng, tell me the location of the disciple training of the Sidao Sect this time."

The indifferent and unwavering voice echoed in his mind, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Zheng seemed to see his cold and ruthless eyes.

Step by step, he induced "Zhang Zheng" to the abyss of no return.

It was obviously a benefactor who rescued him from the sea of suffering and gave him a new life, and he was obviously a sister who treated him like a brother and never hid his selfishness, but he was able to betray mercilessly and only use her for benefits.

Even if it was the hospice care that "Zhang Zheng" could give before he died, he was half unwilling to give charity.

What is emotion in his heart? Or maybe it never had a place.

A chill rises from the soles of the feet and goes straight to the heart.

Zhang Zheng finally knew where the disobedience was.

In reality, Wansheng has affection in his heart, not affection for other people.

Even if that emotion is only for his so-called "sister" in reality, it is enough to essentially distinguish him from Wansheng in the fantasy.

Why is there such a strange divine soul hidden in his divine mansion? When exactly did it enter his divine palace? And why didn't they give it to him?

(End of chapter)