Mana recovered, Zheng Yun didn't go out, he had some slight feelings of guilt and discomfort for his infirmity.

Looking at the drizzle through the skylight, it is suitable for swimming and exercising, and strengthening the spirit, why not go out for a stroll and enjoy this endless scenery of grass and trees.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yun was out of his body, condensed some moonlight that was ubiquitous in the air, fluttering, and wanted to fly out of the glass overhead.

Seeing Zheng Yun's spirit come to the glass above his head, he was about to go out and feel the feeling of swimming in the rain.

"Boom~~"

Suddenly, in the sky, a spring thunder rang out.

"Not good!"

At the moment when the spring thunder exploded, an incomparably terrifying emotion rose in Zheng Yun's heart, and he felt the powerful and overwhelming coercion of the sky.

The power of this kind of coercion cannot be described in words, and at this moment, Zheng Yun was completely stunned, as if his memory, character, feelings, everything was deprived.

It was as if the entire sky had collapsed, and everything in the world that I knew myself, including my own soul, was about to be destroyed.

This infinite power in the dark has simply exceeded the limit of what people can imagine.

"Not good!"

As soon as the thunder sounded, all evil spirits were subdued, even the ghosts and immortals did not dare to come out to wander on a rainy day, but because of the smooth sailing all the time, he forgot that he was really shocked now.

Zheng Yun understood that if he thought that he had been destroyed by the thunder at this moment, he would have completely fallen into a state of no return.

In an instant, Zheng Yun gritted his teeth and formed the scattered mana soul into a broken moonlight glass mirror.

It is rumored that after the ghost immortal, he will fly above the clouds, face the baptism of heavenly thunder, turn the negativity in the soul into yang, and achieve the yang god and heavenly immortal, with infinite changes and vast magical powers.

But the power of thunder is too great that if you don't pay attention to it, your soul will be scattered, no wonder since ancient times, the situation of ordinary people becoming immortals has only appeared in legends, and has not clearly appeared········

The thunder disappeared completely, Zheng Yun finally returned to his body, his face became very pale at this moment, thinking back to the horror just now, which was greater than all the horror, powerlessness, and unconsciously in his heart for the future cultivation, there is no longer the slightest certainty.

The power of this heaven and earth is not something that weak humans can resist at all, as long as it exudes such a little power, it can crush the powerful ghost immortal into pieces.

All of a sudden, Zheng Yun had a completely useless idea about his cultivation path.

"Huh! My faith was shaken! ”

Cultivating the power of the divine soul is also a kind of idealistic power, and willpower and a sense of identity are incomparably important.

It seems that you have to exercise your willpower, but how can you move yourself and exercise your willpower!

This question made Zheng Yun completely fall into deep thought.

Suddenly, he thought of all the things he had seen and heard in his previous life, and he was moved and shocked.

One of the things that impressed him the most was the documentary about the spirit of the Long March.

In addition, in the struggle in the last century, there were many events, many heroes, and many people who regarded death as if they were at home.

The spirit of daring to change the sun and the moon into the sky, the power to defeat everything.

Even in the transcendent realm, a sentence that after the founding of the country, it is not allowed to become a refinement, and it has also made a lot of power never appear in the mainland again.

"Find strength in moving········ The mirror of the soul is like a child, and the will is as strong as steel"

Zheng Yun's mind flashed these words from Lin Zheng's book, and he knew where he was going to find that will, and where he was going to purify his soul.

He understood that his cultivation speed was still too fast, and there was too much messy information he had obtained in his previous life.

Unconsciously influenced by them, now it is more important to purify one's heart and exercise one's will.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yun, who was a little impatient in his heart, stood up and pushed open the door and came to the hall.

Looking at Zheng Yun, who came out of retreat with a pale face, Tara, who was originally full of smiles, was slightly stunned at first, and his smiling face immediately turned into anxious, and he went up to hold Zheng Yun's hand and asked, "What's wrong with you?" What happened to you? ”

"It's okay, I have an understanding, this time I want to go back to the mainland for two months, and after two months, I will deal with a few evil cultivators who are making trouble for you."

"Mainland? It's a forbidden place in the spiritual realm, how did you think of going there? I'm going with you. ”

Zheng Yun shook his head with a firm face: "This time I want to go by myself, you stay here well, and find a way to let Dai Mimi embark on the path of cultivation." ”

"But ······"

"I said, listen to me."

Zheng Yun's tone was firm, so that Talala couldn't say the rest of the words, and could only plead with a bit of pleading in his tone: "I know, if something happens to you, I will definitely accompany you." ”

Zheng Yun stared at Talala deeply, then turned around and walked outside the door, got into Talala's car and drove towards the airport.

Seven hours later, Zheng Yun embarked on the road of the century he wanted to trace, that inspiring route, in that step-by-step walk, he only walked through the mountains and rivers, crossed the snow-capped mountains and meadows, admired the touching of the year, and removed the distractions in his heart and mind.

The arrival of spring caused a continuous rain, and there was no sign of clearing for three days, and the cold wind in the sky was howling, and the icy drizzle hit the face, making it impossible to see the road ahead, and the mud and ponds on the ground could be seen everywhere.

At this time, Zheng Yun was wearing a big hat and a robe, walking on the muddy mountain path with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In the afternoon, Zheng Yun admired the hometown of the great man, stepped on the highest mountain, faced the north wind, looked at the endless land, and thought of the mentality of the great man who walked in the past, and couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

Continuing to walk in the southwest direction step by step, it took more than half a month for Zheng Yun to finally reach the junction of Hunan and Guizhou.

Because of the current social reasons, Zheng Yun did not enter the villages and towns, otherwise his identity would have become a big problem, so he has always lived in the wilderness with the compressed biscuits he brought.

The silence, silence, and walking along the way made Zheng Yun forget the hustle and bustle of the world, and his soul was completely emptied between heaven and earth.

As he walked step by step, he kept running the mana in his body, gradually making it form something similar to an instinct.

Yungui is a land of mountains and rivers, Zheng Yun does not take the big road, with his spirituality and physical fitness several times stronger than ordinary people, he also wasted a lot of time, it took about twenty days, he just walked to Sichuan.

This nearly a month has made his body go through the tempering of wind and frost, and his slightly pale skin is almost the same as that of a normal person.

In this silent walk, Zheng Yun sometimes closes his eyes, feels the silence of his soul, feels his internal organs, and watches the blood vessels circulate throughout his body under the action of the heart.

(End of chapter)