Author: Battle of Tiandu

With the rapid passage of time, the coldest winter of the year is quietly coming.

The sky was full of goose feathers and heavy snow, and at a glance, the Spirit Sword Peak was covered in silver, white and boundless, and the vision was not clear.

However, at this time, on the small bamboo peak to the south of the main peak, there is also a thick pile of snow, and a line of small footprints can be faintly seen on a winding mountain path.

A woman in a long red dress fluttering, holding an oil-paper umbrella, relied on the memory in her mind, and walked cautiously towards a foggy cave on the mountain.

After about half a burnt incense, she came to the mist-wrapped mountain wall, and saw that there was still no sign of anyone moving here, and her pretty face was flushed, and she was a little whiter.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw that there was one more here, covered by thick snow on the stone platform, and she suddenly raised her hand and shot at the stone platform with a mana.

The next moment, a line of small characters appeared on the stone platform.

After reading this line of small print, she chuckled lightly: Since you are breaking through the bottleneck of the retreat, then I am waiting."

After she said that, she raised her feet and went to another cave not far from here, she exchanged a few words with Nie Yan, and left in a hurry.

As time went on, it was already early summer a year later.

At this time, in the foggy cave, several ever-bright lamps were burning slowly, and the room was very quiet, which could be said to be a pin drop.

A man in green clothes is like a clay wood carving, on the gray and white futon, he sits quietly cross-legged with his eyes closed, if it is not for the man's chest, which is still slightly expanding and undulating at the moment, it will be like a wood carving stone statue, turning into a dead thing that does not move.

At this time, on the surface of this young man's body, it was like a translucent milky white silver coat, which was quite peculiar, and the fluctuation of the law source began to increase violently from a few days ago.

The ethereal aura that existed between heaven and earth seemed to be crazy at this time, spinning and converging on the body of the meditating man.

Such an ordinary-looking young man is none other than Lin Yunchen, who has been in retreat and cultivation for more than a year, and he has almost never stood up for more than a year, except for replenishing water, he has always spent this time.

Every trace of pure aura between heaven and earth was pouring into every capillary blood pore on Lin Yunchen's body, helping Lin Yunchen to impact every meridian acupuncture point on his body.

Lin Yunchen's cave gate had only been opened since his second retreat and cultivation, and it had never been opened until now.

The disciples on this Spirit Sword Peak have almost forgotten that there is also the existence of him Lin Yunchen, of course, Hao Tongxuan and Nie Yan, except for the two of them.

Lin Yunchen, who was in retreat and cultivation in the quiet room, slowly opened his dry eyes, there was no sadness or joy on his face, Lin Yunchen finally felt that the aura cultivation in his body had now reached a certain condensation point.

Lin Yunchen slowly raised his right hand, his mind moved slightly, and a white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand out of thin air after a fluctuation, and he didn't think about it, so he immediately poured out three pills the size of soybeans.

He glanced at the three elixirs in his palm, then tilted his neck, opened his mouth and swallowed the three elixirs, as the cyan light on his body flowed, the pills in his body were rapidly volatilizing.

Lin Yunchen felt that there was an inexplicable heat flow in his dantian, which began to operate violently along with the meridians and blood vessels in his body.

"The time is fleeting, it's time to fight."

He then took out the porcelain vase containing Tsukidan, and the moment he opened the vase, a refreshing medicinal fragrance slowly wafted out of the porcelain vase.

Without hesitation, Lin Yunchen poured out a Tsukidan and put it in the palm of his hand, he put the Tsukidan in his hand and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the grain of Tsukidan in his hand was only the size of a peanut, and its surface color was slightly golden, very round and full, and a mouth-watering strange fragrance was inhaled by Lin Yunchen into his mouth and nose.

This Tsukidan is a grade better than the Tsukidan he got from Fang Zhongshuang, and the two are really incomparable.

Lin Yunchen took a few deep breaths, then picked up this Tsukidan with his other hand and put it in his mouth.

With a bang, the melt-in-your-mouth Tsukidan was swallowed into his abdomen along the saliva, and the medicinal power of the Tsukidan in his abdomen at this time quickly took effect in his body.

It didn't take long for the mutation to take place.

Lin Yunchen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his stomach kept tumbling.

"Ahh

Immediately after, the corners of Lin Yunchen's mouth twitched fiercely in the next moment, and the painful screams in his mouth continued to sound.

His face, which was still looking as usual, then became hideous and distorted, and Lin Yunchen's exposed skin suddenly began to erupt, and his hands, feet, and body had already begun to tremble and convulse without being called, trembling like chaff.

At this time, Lin Yunchen's abdomen was simply in pain, his internal organs were as if they had been cut alive by thousands of knives, and his heart was like a knife, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He was almost fainting from the intense pain, but he was still relatively tough at this time, and quickly cast a spell to suppress the pain in his heart.

The blood that had been flowing slowly in the veins also began to flow at a faster rate than usual, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his cheeks, flowing down his neck and into his clothes.

He could feel that the temperature in his body was much higher than usual, and it was extremely hot, as if he was in a furnace.

"It hurts"......

Lin Yunchen spit out two words with difficulty, and an extremely painful expression appeared on his hideous and distorted face.

Suddenly, wow.

Lin Yunchen held the ground with one hand, spit out a mouthful of pitch-black filth in his mouth, and then his body was like a ripe prawn, lying on the ground with his whole body bowed, he couldn't help but tremble.

"I didn't expect that after taking Zhuji Dan, I would be so painful, this pain is simply painful, and it is nothing more than that", Lin Yunchen looked bitter and muttered to himself intermittently.

Then Lin Yunchen supported the ground with both hands, got up with difficulty, he groped in his arms for a while, took out a white porcelain bottle again, poured out a few pills of the spirit pill and swallowed it.

Lin Yunchen began to sit upright on the futon, struggling to meditate cross-legged to recuperate his breath, and the severe pain in his abdomen still continued.

Lin Yunchen tried his best to suppress the pain in his abdomen, and his resolute face suddenly showed an indomitable and firm determination, and the real transformation of qi into liquid has just begun.

After three days of pranayama, Lin Yunchen felt that the severe pain in his abdomen had improved a lot, and after he smiled bitterly, he immediately took two more Tsukidan, he didn't even look at these two Tsukidan, he took it at one time.

Immediately afterwards, the pain that made Lin Yunchen feel unbearable, and life was worse than death, began to appear in his womb again.

"Ahh

Lin Yunchen's face suddenly turned red, and a heart-rending scream came out of his mouth, he could no longer suppress the sharp pain in his body this time.

The sea of divine consciousness suddenly went blank, his eyes suddenly darkened, his eyes were black, and he fainted on the spot, his whole body was lying on his stomach, and he fell backwards involuntarily.

Lin Yunchen fell to the surface of his body, including his hands and feet, which were still twitching, and the blood circulation in the vasculature continued to accelerate.

The spirit stone magic array he arranged on the ground was still exuding a rich aura all the time, and Lin Yunchen's body, who was unconscious on the ground, was constantly absorbing.

Lin Yunchen's stiff body fell to the ground, motionless like a dead man, the veins on the surface of his body bulging, and his heart beating rapidly, as fast as beating a war drum.

From the violently beating heart, the output of blood flowed rapidly in all the major blood vessels, and his seven orifices began to slowly ooze blood.

His internal organs seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, with such a rapid blood circulation supply, the temperature in his body rose sharply, and the next moment, Lin Yunchen's internal organs gradually began to lose their function.

The aura on his body surface had dimmed after a flash, and his body temperature plummeted.

Lin Yunchen's body skin, the sound of clicking and clicking non-stop, this sound is as thin as a mosquito and fly, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear any small sound at all.

The skin surface of Lin Yunchen's whole body began to slowly crack, starting from his chest, followed by his limbs and head, almost all of his skin was intact, and the cracks were dense all over his body like spider webs.

On the chapped skin, a trace of red blood slowly flowed out of the cracks in the skin, and Lin Yunchen, who fell unconscious to the ground, seemed to be awakened by the severe pain in his body.

His brows furrowed, his eyelids opened a small slit with difficulty, and he said to himself weakly:

"How could I be like this, I haven't heard that such a change will happen when that monk builds the foundation, is it that I am going to die again?"

"Ahem, cough, cough" ......

Lin Yunchen held the ground with one hand, followed by a series of painful coughs, his mouth wide open, and he tried his best to breathe in the fresh air.

The corners of his mouth slowly cracked open as he coughed violently, and a thick stream of blood, mixed with the blood of his saliva, flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Lin Yunchen no longer cared about the corners of his mouth, the blood flowing out, and continued to mumble to himself:

"It doesn't matter if you die like this, you don't have to work so hard to live, what immortality, what is the way of heaven, it is just nonsense, and at this time of life and death, it is just some delusions that are not worth mentioning."

Lin Yunchen coughed, and spit out word by word:

"Daddy, the child misses you, so I'm coming to you........."

His voice trembled in extreme weakness and pain, like a heart-wrenching wail, miserable.

Lin Yunchen lost consciousness again and fell into the deepest coma.

Not long after, Lin Yunchen's heart, after a certain beat, suddenly stopped beating and continued to beat, the blood in the vasculature was no longer circulating, and the internal organs also lost their vitality and no longer continued to work.

The tiny wounds on his skin were like cobwebs, and they didn't continue to spread, leaving only a stain of blood on the ground beside him.

Maybe after a while, there will be another cold corpse on the ground.