A woman in white who was a stunner in terms of figure and appearance, with the easy throw of the old man in the green shirt, the whole person suddenly emerged from the sword qi color group.

Then the whole real body fell heavily from the height and smashed firmly on the altar.

snapped, and made a mess of "meat puree".

The woman who was so embarrassed that she lay motionless on the altar like that, soft and collapsed, so that people felt pity and regret when they saw it!

Ling Zhen could see at a glance that this girl was undoubtedly Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth sister of his own family.

Seeing that he couldn't move, like a dead dog, the young man was anxious, and shouted loudly: "Sister Xiaoxiao, you ......"

Before Ling Zhen could catch up, the green shirt with a sword on his back had already rushed forward and came to the side of the woman in white.

After Yu Youcong came to Ling Xiaoxiao's side, he squatted down on his knees, stretched out a hand, and gently placed it on the shoulder of the woman in white who was shocked by her face.

With the Holy Product's internal strength Qinglong True Qi, he healed the injuries of the eighth daughter of the Ling family.

A little bit is fine, not too much.

After all, Yu Youcong knows very well that Ling Xiaoxiao's internal and external injuries are almost a big problem, and what is really serious is actually the loss of "mood", which is a lot of exhaustion and a bit severe.

Of course, Ling Zhen was also close, standing beside the two of them with an anxious and eager expression, his eyes were very complicated, and his mood was difficult to settle.

After a while, Ling Xiaoxiao, whose expression looked extremely weak, and her face was sickly pale, could be regarded as waking up.

Instead of standing upright, she straightened her upper body and chose to sit on the altar with her head up.

Not long after she was released from the illusion, she was still immersed in the terrifying scenery of Shicai, unable to get rid of the shadows quickly, and her eyes showed great pain and fear.

Yu Youcong stood up straight again, looking down at Ling Xiaoxiao, who was still sitting and pecking, and the old man grinned: "How is it?" Pretty cool, isn't it? Nizi, you, how many times were you killed just now? ”

When Ling Zhen heard this, his chest was confused.

By...... Killed?

Young Ran knew that he wasn't really killed, but that was incredible enough!

Ling Xiaoxiao sat on the altar, her eyes were desolate, quite sluggish, speechless, and did not say anything to respond to the old man's question.

"Senior fish, my sister......"

Ling Zhen frowned, and couldn't help but ask.

Yu Youcong sneered softly, and responded extremely indifferently: "What can it be?" At most, he died nearly a hundred times. ”

"A hundred times?!"

Ling Zhen's eyes widened, "What does the senior mean is that my elder sister has died nearly a hundred times in that illusion realm?" ”

Yu Youcong squinted at the eldest young master of the Divine Mountain Villa, "What? You're hungry, aren't you? Don't worry, there is one that you will experience, don't be envious, haha! ”

Who's going to that he?!

Am I having something wrong with my brain, and I will rush to find death? Envy this?

Ling Zhen's eyes were extremely resentful, and he really didn't know what this old man surnamed Yu was talking nonsense about.

The young man in the green robe muttered to himself: "Alas, this illusion is so terrifying, even my old sister has died in it almost a hundred times, so if I go in, won't I have to die about a thousand times?" ”

Yu Youcong snorted, looked at the young man in the green robe with a playful look, and said coldly: "A thousand times? You're overestimating yourself, aren't you? ”

Ling Zhen wanted to cry without tears, his eyes were dry, and he didn't know what to do.

A thousand times to pay him back—it's not enough to him, isn't it?

That Lao Tzu died three or four thousand times, and if he can't do it five thousand times, it's all right!

At this time, Ling Xiaoxiao, who had been sitting on the altar, changed her bent over with her hands on the ground, kneeling on her knees, prostrate, and vomited like that.

Seeing that the place where he usually stayed was suddenly made so dirty, Long Qi raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Hey, you ...... Don't vomit here! Get out of here! ”

Of course, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't stop spitting, and soon, the whole floor was full of vomit, and she was very disgusting.

Long Qi was even more disgusting than her, disgusting from the bottom of her heart.

Yu Youcong glanced at the ground, snorted twice, looked disdainful, and said with a little mockery: "Oh, it seems that you vomited everything you ate yesterday, I didn't expect that your girl has eaten quite a lot." ”

After Ling Xiaoxiao vomited, she finally regained her clarity, and her body was comfortable, she stood up from the ground, and looked directly at Yu Youcong, her eyes were cherry red and aggressive.

It seems that anger and hatred are about to shoot from between the eyes!

Yu Youcong said coldly: "What? Do you still have the courage to look at the old man with such eyes, is it not enough to die? Thinking of being locked up again? ”

As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao heard this, her face immediately showed fear, and she immediately retracted her gaze, lowered her noble head, and no longer looked at the blue-shirted sword god, and didn't look at it at all.

Ling Zhen leaned closer, lowered his voice and asked, "Sister Xiaoxiao, what did you experience in that illusion realm?" Why are you afraid of being like this? ”

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her head, she was indeed heart failure at the moment, she had no strength to explain, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in her chest, she just glared at her ninth brother angrily, her emotions couldn't be suppressed, and she shouted very dissatisfiedly: "You want to know so much, don't you know if you enter for a while?!" ”

swallowed his saliva and said, "As long as you don't cry and shout for mercy after you go in, you want to come out and go to school."

Ling Zhen just wanted to do something more, but the white-haired old man in the green shirt with the sword on his back leaned over.

The old man with the title of Sword God said indifferently: "That illusion realm used to be the most precious treasure of a certain illusion master during his lifetime, and then that guy challenged the old man, and after I was killed with a sword, the illusion called the 'Sword Realm' also belonged to the old man, and the realm was named after the sword, and there was another name, called 'The Realm of Ten Million Swords'." ”

"As the name suggests, there are hundreds of millions of flying swords in this sword realm, although those flying swords are not real physical things that can destroy the body of the monk, but after all, there are trillions of numbers, too majestic, people are in it, cutting the body for the flying sword, one is not careful and fails to defend completely, or is terrified, then he will be killed on the spot."

"After a person dies, because he is not killed in his real body, he will be resurrected very quickly and become intact to meet the next round of flying sword attacks and continuous attacks! It is precisely because we have to go through such a cycle of birth and death that there is no doubt that it will have an extremely strong impact on the 'Dao Heart' of cultivation. ”

The old man in the green shirt glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao, "Being in this territory, those who are in a strong state of mind will be stronger, while those who are weak in heart and lack the realm of Dao will not be able to endure the baptism of the flying sword, and they will continue to collapse, until they completely become a waste." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao lowered her head and remained silent.

Fools can hear that these last words are "pointing" themselves!

Ling Zhen was thoughtful, but the expression on his face calmed down, and his mind calmed down a little.

Yu Youcong turned his head to the eldest young master of the mountain villa and said, "In the next time, you will spend more than three hours a day competing with the Sword Madness Dragon to improve your pure swordsmanship application skills. Remember to go all out in every battle, the experience between you and the surname Long is too different, the old man will ask him to point to the end, your words, you don't need it. Fight with all your strength, with the goal of killing your opponent, and try to last longer and the number of rounds each time, you know? The old man wants to see your progress, don't let me think that the son born to Ling Pu and Yao Ying is just a pure waste. ”

Ling Zhen nodded heavily, his eyes were resolute and determined, wanting his seniors to look up to him.

In fact, even if the old sword god doesn't specifically emphasize this mouth, the young man also has the ambition and backbone, and will spare no effort to deal with every next actual battle with a spirit of one hundred and twenty points!

Yu Youcong looked at this confident Shenyuan Shizi, and said with a smile: "This spiritual leader is not bad. The old man's model will last for about three months. After waiting for three months, of course, the actual combat between you and Long Yu every day cannot be stopped, and in addition, there is one more item, that is, the tempering of the Dao Heart. ”

Ling Zhen's eyes lit up, and he seemed to know what the old man's next "project" would be.

"Presumably your son has already guessed it, that's right, it is for you to enter the sword realm, endure the erosion and attack of hundreds of millions of flying swords, stabilize the Dao heart, so that it will not completely collapse, and even achieve the so-called 'more frustration and braver', more and more solid and stable, this is what the old man wants to see."

Yu Youcong smiled and said, "You don't have to be like your sister just now, the whole person goes in with his real body, it's too hurtful, just go out of the body." The old man will teach you a method of separating the Yin God, you just need to sleep at night, and enter the 'Ten Thousand Swords Realm' in the form of the Yin God out of the flesh! It's three hours, so it's not much. ”

The old man turned his head to look at Long Qi, "The surname is Long, I will ask you in the future, you are a sparring partner, you have to be careful." ”

The burly old man with white hair and black robes, Long Qi, was helpless, knowing that he couldn't shirk it, he nodded his head and said in a low voice: "I know." ”

Yu Youcong smiled lightly, recognizing this former kendo rao "obedient", and then, he asked Ling Zhen solemnly, "What about you?" Son, do you have any objections? ”

Ling Zhen shook his head vigorously, but he just hugged his fists and bowed, his voice was majestic, and the young man also said four words: "How dare you disobey?" ”

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The white horse runs slowly and quickly, the years are long, and the days pass fast and fast, slowly, and very slowly.

If everyone is hard and hard, suffering from all kinds of suffering, and the big shadow is like a year", then time will pass very slowly.

After that, the life of Ling Zhen, the No. 1 young master of Shenshan Zhuangzi, became not very easy.

It began to pass like a long time.

For the first three months, it was only physical pain.

Day after day, I went to Yuxi Mountain, to the cave behind the White Dragon Snow Waterfall, and fought with the kendo madman Long Shushi, competing in sword skills, and learning the strength of kendo techniques.

The swordsmanship of the swordsmanship, only the shadow wins".

The rest are all forbidden, supernatural power cultivation, internal strength true qi, etc., nothing can be used!

And the battle between the two is only a decisive victory, regardless of life and death.

The young people fought with all their might, relying on the root bone creation and spirituality of the body of the first extreme understanding, and the level of combat was quite gratifying, and the improvement speed was quite gratifying, which can be called "up" every time.

From holding on for less than 70 rounds at the beginning, he was defeated by Yijian, and then he was able to maintain more than 100 rounds of persistence in every battle.

Such achievements and progress were all seen by Yu Youcong, who was responsible for supervising and guiding on the side.

Although the old sword god never forgives people in his mouth, he is actually quite satisfied with it in his heart and approves of it!

Three months have passed, Ling Zhen has endured a hundred days of hard work, and he has experienced no less than a thousand actual combat battles with sword maniacs, and he has already been able to survive nearly two hundred rounds under Long Xuan's swordsmanship.

In the praise of the fish seniors, Ling Zhen ushered in a new "earth-prison career".

I remember more than four years ago, when young people were teenagers.

When I first entered the ruins of the Red Refining Returned to the Ruins guarded by Xu Baiyan, I felt that the inside was extremely fierce, with a smoky smell and difficulty breathing, like a huge furnace that could roast people alive.

At that time, Ling Zhen felt that the extreme of the world's Shura field was probably nothing more than that.

But he didn't realize until now that he was still too young, too simple, and too blindly enjoying happiness.

I can only pinch my nose and admit that the suffering I have experienced is still too little after all, and it is pitiful.

Even the imagination is not rich enough, and it is still too far away.

Although he had been mentally prepared, the result was still beyond Ling Zhen's expectations.

He never expected that the cultivation illusion realm called "The Realm of Ten Thousand Swords" would actually be such a terrifying and terrifying human purgatory, making life worse than death!

At midnight of this day, according to the secret technique taught by the sword god Yu Youcong, Ling Zhen went out of his body and entered the black and white illusory sword qi in the form of a "Yin God", while his body was still on the bed.

As soon as he entered this sword realm, he suddenly felt that the killing power around him was surging.

The young man is like a boat, accidentally encountered a tsunami, and he can't escape at all, and there is no way to avoid it, only to capsize and be swallowed by the huge waves.

In an instant, in all directions, there was a terrifying sword aura, in the shape of a flying sword, towards Ling Zhen's Yin God at great speed.

In less than a blink of an eye, the Yin God was crushed and shattered on the spot by countless and tens of thousands of fierce flying swords, and it was no longer in its complete human form, and its soul was completely scattered!

This is the first time that the young man has been "killed" under the assassination of the sharp sword qi after entering the country, and the original god clone has been strangled and killed.

The speed of death is like lightning, it can't be faster!

After death, Ling Zhen, who was still in the sword realm, was resurrected in an instant, and the Yin God was as if he had never died at all, intact as before, and his whole body could move freely and freely.

But before he could react, before he had time to relive the pain of death, the next wave of billions of flying swords followed closely, without the slightest chance to breathe and relax.

Then there was the second time he died under the sword of chaos.

The flying sword flashed away, but Ling Zhen's Yin God couldn't even leave a single remnant of his soul!

After this death, he also reshaped his body at a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Zhen was alive again, and there was no difference from the previous moment.

The only big change is probably the heavy blow to the state of mind, which is too drastic.

It's terrible!

In the end, he was just a young man in the age of a weak crown, and in such a short period of time, he was immediately resurrected after death, and the cycle began again, and his mind was in a trance.

And then the third time.

Fourth, fifth, sixth......

Every time, without exception, he died on the spot in an instant.

After the body of the Yin God was swept away by hundreds of millions of flying swords, it was immediately shattered and empty, leaving no remnants.

In this way, Ling Zhen's state of mind cultivation for three hours in one night totaled more than 10,000 deaths!

Indeed, as the old sword god had estimated a thousand times before, it was really less, and he overestimated his strength a little bit.

A night of death.

In one night, tens of thousands of deaths.

On the first night, Ling Zhen, who was almost devastated, was still sweating profusely and scolding Yu Youcong even in his sleep.

The scolded words are cruel and vicious, and they are all venting their resentment and hatred!

Wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword, he quietly came to the window of the young master of the Ling family, and after confirming that this stinky man was really asleep, he snorted and entered the house, muttering a few words in his mouth, and he didn't know him anymore.

The old man has always been magnanimous.

Second, for some reason, compared to the past, the sword attack was obviously much more vicious, and after more than an hour, Ling Zhen was like a bloody man.

Yu Youcong looked at the young man Ling Zhen who was covered in blood, and the old man showed a happy look on his face, and he raised his head and laughed loudly.

How can scolding be fruitless?

Reason is intolerable.