After the death of his mother, Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family, who was supposed to be filial piety at home for three years, began to work hard day after day to cultivate his mind and body.

Both physical and mental things are frantically tempered and polished, and they are persevering in this.

Every three hours when the thunder can't be beaten, he practices swordsmanship with the dragon in the cave in the waterfall, and he is defeated again and again under the sword, the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous, and he continues to fight after defeat.

As long as the actual combat time of this day has not yet arrived, and the required number of hours have not been played, then the young people must regain their strength and erase the shame and blessings that will be more or less after defeating

Cheeky, once again holding the snow blade Bliss, fighting with a sword, and continuing to fight against the sword maniacs!

At night, during his sleep time, Ling Zhen always had to squeeze out three hours, separate the Yin God, and drill into the Sword Realm.

In the slaughter of hundreds of millions of flying swords, I experienced life and death over and over again, born and died, and died and reborn.

Life and death depend on the will, no evidence!

Forcibly suppress the fear of death, stabilize your own Dao Mind Realm, and avoid being completely annihilated and destroyed by the ten thousand killing machines in the Illusory Realm, and you can't control yourself.

Because Ling Zhen knew extremely well that once the Dao Heart collapsed, it would be shattered.

Then for the monks, those incomparably precious spirits are destined to be lost.

The ending is really no different from the waste, nothing can be done, nothing can be done!

Three hours to hone swordsmanship, three hours to strengthen the state of mind.

Ling Zhen would have six hours a day, and he would concentrate on "penance".

Words are hard to fully describe the suffering.

It is far more miserable than the period of cultivation career when I was in the ruins of refining in that bracelet and had Sister Xu as my companion.

It is expressed in a method that Ling Zhen created by himself when chatting with his eighth sister Ling Xiaoxiao.

That is, if he is allowed to pour out all the bitter water that has accumulated in his abdomen in the recent period, there will be nothing left.

Its weight is afraid that it will not be lighter than those thousands of seawater in the manor palace, and it is even better!

Miserable.

There is bitterness that cannot be spoken, and Fang is the most bitter.

On top of the bitterness, there is a layer of bitterness!

But since we have been determined to persevere from the very beginning, we must not give up halfway and make all the previous achievements go to waste.

In the mind of Ling Zhen, a young man with a weak crown, there is no sign of giving up, "One, there are thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead, and you can only grit your teeth and stiffen up."

It is better to survive one is one, and to survive an hour is an hour, than to be willing to fall and be a waste who has achieved nothing.

There are often battle damages, and after the actual battle in the cave, Ling Zhen will most likely be full of wounds cut by the dragon's natal sword, dripping with blood, soaking through the robe.

Cyan oozes red.

It's terrifying!

Ling Zhen knew that if his mother Yao Ying was still alive in the world, she would definitely be very distressed when she saw her like this, and she would be so sad that she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

But the mother is gone.

And it is a world that leaves with regret.

I, an "unfilial son" who is still alive in the world, should always do my best to do something for my mother!

After being healed by the old man with that green dragon true qi, the young man will immediately return to the dormitory, and as soon as he lies down, he will carry his natal true power, and his internal strength will flow like a river.

Qiang separated a part of the Yin God incarnation and went straight to the sword realm as Zheng

There is only one thing to do, to lead to death!

Take the initiative in the territory and continue to feel the strong impact brought by the moment of being "killed".

In this way, the solidity of the Dao heart is enhanced.

The state of mind of ordinary monks pursues a hundred poisons that are inviolable, but Ling Zhen's heart is in the process of dying and resurrecting again and again, striding towards the stage of "ten thousand swords are difficult to invade", and the results are very remarkable.

At least every night, hundreds or even a thousand times before he died, Ling Zhen slowly didn't feel any big feelings.

It can be "numb".

Of course, to the thousands of times in the back, every time under the attack of the flying sword, the Yin God "died", as the main owner of the killing, Ling Zhen still had to endure great pain and suffering, the pain was unbearable, and he wanted to die, but he would always come back to life quickly, and the cycle repeatedly!

This kind of suffering cannot be escaped.

Yu Youcong emphasized to Ling Zhen more than once, don't think about escaping, don't.

The more you reject it, the more ferocious and massive it becomes, and the more vulnerable and insignificant you will be, and the easier it will be to be killed in an instant.

Both inside and outside are damaged, and they are greatly damaged, so that the Dao heart has no existence, and the consequences will be unimaginable!

Ling is really a smart person, some words don't need to be repeated a second time, so he can naturally understand the meaning of the old-timers and understand the stakes and interests.

Every time he faced the ordeal, he gritted his teeth and stiffened, trying his best to eliminate the fear in his chest.

Ling Zhen has also made many attempts.

For example, at night, before entering the sword realm, he slapped himself several times, slapped himself until his face was dizzy, and repeatedly emphasized that he must not be a deserter, how can a man from the Ling family be a coward?

I tell myself that this practice must be better than the last one.

Otherwise, it is a waste of time, and I am sorry for myself and my mother!

This, Ling Pu, the supreme owner of Shenshan Villa, is Ling Zhen's biological father.

The old vassal king, who was a powerful and splendid dynasty, stepped through the rivers and lakes of martial arts, and even His Majesty the Emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor was jealous of him, took the initiative to find his only son.

The vassal king Ling Pu smiled heartily, stretched out his hand, and gave Ling Zhen a thing as a gift of encouragement for his hard work in retreat and self-cultivation in the past few months.

It was a golden ruin bracelet containing the secret realm of returning to the ruins, the bracelet was gilded and the bottom was covered with bloodstains, and there was blood in the gold, and the blood was oozing gold.

This bracelet, the ruins contained in it, the full name is the battlefield martial god ruins, and the secret realm is referred to as two words - "God of War"!

In the territory of Guiru, there are countless souls and battlefield heroes, and most of the ghosts are transformed by people who died at the hands of Ling Pu and are detained.

Ling Zhen got this bracelet and learned about the characteristics of the ruins, and teased his father about whether this thing would be a little more angry.

With so many dead souls in his mouth, his body bones are really thin and tight, and his arms and legs are thin, will he not be able to hold back and be eaten by them?

After hearing this, Ling Pu, the owner of the village, said with a smile that he gave you this bracelet for his father, so that you can use those dead souls as "whetstones" and "stepping stones", so as to sharpen the strength of your body and improve your body's ability to withstand injuries.

The old vassal king is also, Zhen'er can also enter this side of the ruins without hurrying, and when you have entered the highest level of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the spiritual energy root veins in your body are complete, it is not too late to enter the inner cultivation.

I'm afraid it won't be beautiful if it's too hasty!

Ling Zhen put the God of War Ruin Bracelet on his wrist and accepted his father's advice.

In the days that followed, the young people invested more energy and time in refining and upgrading the last earth-level spiritual root.

Conscientious, bored struggle, sacrificed all the remaining life time, not a single bit left, not willing to waste.

That state of wholehearted devotion to practice is quite similar to the "retreat" that has taken place over the past four years.

I have learned from my own past, and I know that I can survive and survive.

Then there is no obstacle, just move forward

If you can pass one, then you can pass a year.

Can the past year, those three years, not the same reason?

What's so scary?!

More than half a year has passed, and the hard work has paid off, and Ling Zhen's "Water Spirit Root" has finally reached the level of creation, and it is finally the consummation of the five elements.

The five True Qi Root Veins with different attributes, all of which are full of abundant aura, have all reached the highest stage - the Spiritual Root Realm!

Ling Zhen, who had five spiritual powers, entered the God of War Ruins Bracelet alone for the first time, and came to the Zheng of the Ruins Secret Realm called the Battlefield Martial God

Entering the secret realm, I saw as far as my eyes could see, but I saw an extremely majestic and domineering heroic spirit appearance.

Covered with a helmet, wearing armor, wearing a battle robe, and holding a huge fantasy pagoda in his right hand, it is brilliant and dazzling.

It has the appearance of a mighty god, and it is suspended in front of it not high above the ground.

The Gundam is so high that it is difficult to see the top of its head when you look up, and under its feet, there is an endless rolling yellow sand!

Ling Zhen knew in his early years that his father, Ling Pu, who was known as the "God of War of the Terran Race", had a physique that was different from that of ordinary monks and warriors.

The biggest difference is that Ling Pu does not have a Yin God and a Yang God, and in his body, he has an invincible war heroic spirit, the "Peerless General" King Tota!

Tota in his hands, the king is there.

Ling Zhen secretly wondered, could it be that this giant Dharma Statue in front of him was the heroic spirit in his father's body?

Or a certain kind of primordial spirit differentiation is not necessarily, not necessarily the whole thing.

The majestic Wang Faxiang, who was as majestic as a mountain and was suspended, slowly stretched out one hand and held the exquisite pagoda held in the other hand.

Holding the spire, the giant tower is pinched by its fingers and floats high in the air.

Then, with a coercive speed that was not too fast, but for the people below, it was already extremely fast, and the pagoda was put down on the yellow sand earth.

Rumble!

Ling Zhen didn't have time to evacuate and escape, and was directly encased at the bottom of the gaseous Linglong Tower.

Immediately afterward, there were sudden wails in all directions.

The source of the sound is not from inside the tower, but from a distance, extremely far away!

The young man in the green robe who was shrouded in the bottom of the tower really saw with his own eyes that there were countless fierce ghosts and ghosts, rushing from the extreme distances in all directions around him in the posture of a real spirit.

Flying and sweeping, the speed of the soul aura fluttering is extremely fast, and it is not a problem to be far away.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of revenant souls came to the foot of the gaseous exquisite tower.

All of them were crowded outside the tower, and there was no way to get into it.

The "ghosts", with aura as their killing power, began to launch a crazy offensive against the pagoda.

All the spirits and ghosts clenched their hands and punched and kicked the towering exquisite tower, beating them continuously!

Although Ling Zhen was fortunate to be inside the tower, the "aftermath" brought by those fists with sufficient soul and spiritual energy hitting the tower one after another was enough to make the young people in the tower suffer greatly.

Although he was protected by a giant tower, he would not suffer any fatal injuries, but the power carried by those ghost fists affected Ling Zhen's body, which made him only feel pain at the moment, and it was definitely no lighter than being killed by a flying sword in the sword realm.

There are more, but there are more.

Or maybe it's a whole different kind of torture!

Those energies penetrate from the outside into the inside, and the qi sweeps through, layer upon layer, endlessly, and there is no severance at all.

Gangfeng destroys the body and smashes the flesh with fist power.

Ling Zhen only felt up and down his body, and there was no place on his body from head to toe that was no longer invased.

The real pain is very much, life is worse than death!

As time passed, there were more and more ghosts outside the tower, and the lethal power and power of the fist qi naturally became more and more powerful.

Being beaten and beaten by many dead undead is like being trapped in the battlefield, surrounded by tens of thousands of iron cavalry, only the invincible battlefield with ten thousand blades can break out of the encirclement, otherwise, it will only be completely crushed and killed by the cavalry!

The Linglong Pagoda is not in a precarious state.

The young man in the giant tower felt that he was about to be killed.

After persisting for a stick of incense for about a while, Ling Zhen reached the limit of truthfulness, controlled the ruin bracelet on his wrist, and left the god of war on that side to return to the ruins.

After coming outside, Ling Zhen didn't even have much strength left to stand up straight, so he sat cross-legged and secretly used his internal strength to heal his wounds.

Those injuries brought out from the realm of Guiru did not damage the foundation of the Great Dao, but could increase the level of their physique and physical body.

There are many benefits, but there are few harms!

At least for Ling Zhen, who has the Qinglong True Qi Protector, this is the case.

After a while, the young man stood up, staggered as if drunk, and walked out of the house into his courtyard.

In the silence of the night, the cold moonlight sprinkled from above to the courtyard, full of silver frost colors.

In the courtyard, Ling Zhen stood alone.

The young man in the green robe looked up and looked in the direction of the east.

According to reports, the alien continent with a large number of Ice Ghost Tribes, called "Frost Cold", is located in the east of the Hanlan Continent.

Suddenly, Ling Zhen pulled out his saber Bliss, held it in his hand, used the sword as a pen, and wrote two big words on the flat floor tiles of the courtyard - "revenge"!

Shi Cai was in the ruins of the god of war, resisting the attack of powerful ghosts and spirits, and frantically sharpening his body, as if there were thousands of enemies surrounding and killing him, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

In fact, since his mother passed away, Ling Zhen has always had a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath, which is quite uncomfortable.

That feeling has nothing to do with the body, it is a kind of spiritual oppression and bondage, and it is difficult to completely break free.

After three years, what will happen?

Ling Zhen, who had carved the word revenge in the courtyard, craned his neck and looked at the starry night sky, remembering that when he was a child, his deceased mother Yao Ying had been with him, and every loved one died, he would turn into a star on the side, shining in the world.

The stars shine brightly, and that is those who have died, thinking of those below.

The stars are all flickering, so how many people who shouldn't die have left the world prematurely?

Those who were killed by Ling Pu in the ruins, will they become stars in the sky after they die?

Ling Zhen sighed, but a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, his eyes were resolute, if there were two stars embedded in his eyes

Hold the sword upside down and stand upright.

The night breeze blows the hair of the young man's sideburns, and the green robe is fluttering, and the wind is infinite.

With a light sigh, his expression was relaxed and calm.

Ling Zhen had already thought about what he was going to do after three years of filial piety.

What about fighting against a country?

Mother's revenge should be avenged, this is filial piety, and the earth is righteous.

Since the thing planned is related to filial piety, then there are no taboos, and there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, and it must be done.

You can do that ten thousand blades!

————

On the same day of the same year, Han Lanzhou.

On a mountain covered with snow all year round.

The pinnacle is flat, with a huge battle, crowds of people, and there are enough 10,000 people here.

It's exactly 10,000, one is no more and one is not less, it's exactly 10,000 men.

They are all burly men who have martial arts cultivation, or have never practiced martial arts, but are tall and big, and have developed muscles and muscles.

In order to make up this 10,000 rao number, the owner of this snow-capped mountain can spend a huge amount of financial, material and time, and it can be completed after half a year of hard planning.

The old mountain lord took such a lot of pains, and his purpose was known only to him.

There is only one, very simple and pure, without any twists and turns, bells and whistles.

That is to make a "long and missing title" for his son!

The warriors who came to the top of the mountain today were crowded with people, as many as tens of thousands of people, without exception, all of them were so hard that they could easily kill ordinary people.

They were all willing, happy, and very happy.

It's just because these people have some insight that they have heard of the law of "going out of the East with martial arts", and most of them have already had the intention to come to this mountain and adopt martial arts to stabilize the realm and improve their cultivation, so that their already hard enough fists will be more hard and tough!

A great thing is on the horizon.

The owner of the Snow Mountain, who was surnamed Dongfang, didn't know what he thought, and he gave generously, as long as they were willing to come, they would give money and martial arts for nothing

When such good news came out, everyone was vying for that spot.

After all, there are only 10,000 people, and no more than one is enough, the number of people is really limited, and they are afraid that if they go late, they will miss this precious opportunity.

The heroes are all over the rocks.

At the peak of the snow-capped mountain, it did not become noisy and noisy because so many people came.

On the contrary, it is very quiet.

It's just because those men all keep their mouths shut, waiting for the arrival of the mountain lord Dongfang Xiuwu.

And in the process of waiting, everyone is quietly absorbing the rich luck at the top of the mountain, and turning it into their own use as much as possible.

Just when everyone was greedily squeezing the aura of the mountain and the strength of the martial arts, from not far away, a white shadow quickly approached.

The man's figure was electric, and his steps were fast to the limit, like a rainbow light in the snow, and like a nimble rabbit in the white sand.

Running towards the location of 10,000 people.

Without giving people time to react at all, the man dressed in white was already approaching.

Murderous intent is coming!

The group of people who faced him at the front of the queue had the worst luck and were the first to suffer.

A punch shot straight out, and there was a big shock.

More than a dozen big men were hit by this gang qi on the spot, and they were embarrassed to turn over on their backs.

Several of them spat a large amount of blood on the spot, rolled their eyes, and fell unconscious.

After handing out the first punch move, the man in white said loudly: "No matter what the purpose is, you trespass on my family's territory and steal my mountain gate martial arts, you are guilty of a lot of sin, and you should be killed!" ”

Then several punches were blasted out, chiseling the formation and breaking the armor.

Dozens of people were hit by the domineering fist gang, and they fell on the spot, crippled, injured, and unable to stand up again.

White clothes wear into the crowd, like tigers and wolves, like young lambs

punched and handed over, and with extreme ease, hundreds of men were knocked to the ground, like crushing ants under their feet.

No matter how stubbornly the opponent resisted, after eating the fist of the man in white firmly, they all went limp, like a boneless man!

The snow was stained with blood, and it was striking and dazzling.

Face such a powerful and fierce master.

Where would anyone have the idea of competing with it?

Isn't this a clear attempt to find death?

Please, you should find a better place to die, what's the matter with being killed by a punch when you come here......

I don't know who in the crowd shouted-"That guy, it's Dongfang Xiuwu's son Dongfang Jibai!" ”

When these words came out, those who were at the back of the line and could not see the battle situation clearly in front of them all had pale and pale faces, similar to the color of the snow on the top of the mountain, and the same as the blood and luster of the half.

The East is white......

Is that one, the martial arts asset can be called a wonderful human race giant, known as the field of boxing, the highest in the creation of thousands of years of Dongfang is white?!

No one told me I was going to fight this kind of person before I came!

The faces of the thousands of people were like mourning, and they all fled, embarrassed, and they all tried their best to eat milk, and ran towards the road down the mountain, scrambling one by one.

The ghost-like ghost in white is hard to disperse, and it continues to chase and kill.

A punch was delivered, and Gangwei's penetrating power was extremely amazing, and no less than a thousand people were beaten half-dead, falling and falling on the snowy slope.

The white-clothed Toshihiko wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill all those who fled, leaving no one behind.

Suddenly, the voice of a middle-aged man with a strong and powerful voice sounded from the heart lake of the red-eyed man in white: "Poor Kou Mo chase, it's good to end here." ”

The man in white, whose boxing skills were at its peak, and his body was as fast as thunder, stood still according to his words and did not chase anyone again.

The voice sounded again, and only the young man on the top of the mountain heard it, "Ten thousand people regard you as a ghost and god, and my son's boxing skills are so powerful, it is really a great progress." In the eyes of his father, he is already a master like a human leader! Congratulations! ”

The young handsome man in white with an elegant white coat and a handsome face, straightened his waist, clenched his fists, and bowed to a certain direction to thank his father for this heartfelt praise.

Instantly, he straightened up again, with no expression on his face.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, the facial features are peaceful, and they are still speechless.

To him, the East is for nothing, winning or losing, winning or losing, and so on, which are extremely important to the rest of the monks, as if they are not of great value, not too important.

His ambition is actually much greater than what Dongfang Xiuwu, the master of Shipo Shocking Mountain, imagined.

A lot.

The jade tree in the snow, the son is unparalleled in the world.

The human race has a god, and the martial arts look at the east.

On the top of Xuefeng Mountain, except for him, there is no one left who can stand upright and taller than the east and is white!

I take all men as my burden

I don't have to bear it