Chapter 7: Nirvana
Swallowing the ice spirit grass alive is also thanks to Xiao Lin Feng to think of it. This is good, the cold attribute energy that was originally shrunk in the dantian and did not dare to be exposed smelled the taste, and instantly became active, from point to surface, and wanted to compete with the fire attribute energy that was occupying the body, and regain control of the body. As a result, one cold and one hot, two streams of energy with different attributes were like no one in Xiao Lin Feng's body, rampant and domineering, unscrupulously fighting each other, restraining each other, and restraining each other, causing Xiao Lin Feng's body to be full of wolf smoke, muscles and veins are disordered, and his mouth and nose are bleeding. At this time, Xiao Lin Feng felt really bad, sometimes sweating profusely, sometimes applying white frost to his face, but he always gritted his teeth and persisted, sat up cross-legged, silently endured the severe pain, and let the two energies turn over in his body, he clenched the mud and stone with both hands, and his fingertips had already scratched the flesh and blood, but Xiao Lin Feng was always firm in his heart that he could get through. However, after a while, feeling that his eyes were full of gray, and the sky was spinning overhead, Xiao Lin Feng couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly fell to the ground, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were round, and he glared angrily, looking unwilling......
Between life and death, life is the beginning of death, death is life and rebirth, repeatedly, endlessly, and then there is reincarnation, accommodating the world, swallowing all things and renewing.
The sky gradually brightened, and the dew fell on the handsome young man's fair face, and it felt cold and seep in. Xiao Lin Feng was slightly conscious, his eyes slowly narrowed, and flickered dimly a few times until they were completely opened.
"Am I still alive? Is this the world I used to be?" Looking at the faintly bright sky in the early morning, Xiao Lin Feng was full of doubts about how he survived, but at the same time he was also glad that he was still alive, he stretched out his arms, propped himself up, tried to exercise a few times, knocked on his chest, and checked his body. However, he was surprised to find that his legs were no longer stiff, and the cold and heat on his body disappeared without a trace, the place where the skin and flesh were pierced by the branches and coffins, the place where the fiery energy was burned, and the place where the cold was cracked, at this time, new flesh grew, leaving no scar. Look at your body again, the body that was originally still slender is now full of muscles, forming lumps, becoming strong and vigorous, intricately shaped, stretching and stretching at will, indescribably comfortable, as if there is a lot of surging power hidden in your body, waiting to explode. How unreasonable all this is, shocking and magical, Xiao Lin Feng stood up, jumped up and down a few times in place, turned left and right, and repeatedly checked his physical condition, but no matter how he pondered, there was no way to explain these abnormal states, and in the end, there was really no way, Xiao Lin Feng had to use self-deprecation to comfort himself, it may be that he is talented and his bones are amazing, so what happened to him in the past few days is like automatic healing of wounds, it is not a matter. Haha, it should all be in accordance with the will of God. Xiao Lin Feng made himself stinky and beautiful, but he couldn't find a reason, so he had to give up, and instead took advantage of the glimmer of morning light to start looking at the situation around him.
Gravel, dirt, and blood-stained moss were scattered all around. The original huge red fire python has long been gone, the flesh and blood are gone, only the red scales are left empty to cover the folded snake skin, the white bones of the forest are penetrated, the huge snake head lies on its back, grinning with two poisonous fangs, drooping the snake letter, the ground is scarlet, bloodstained, shocking. On the ground not far from the corpse of the red fire python, there was a half-puddle of stagnant water, and the inky black ice silkworm that had melted into half and several transparent broken wings broke away from the body and floated on the surface of the water. Seeing this, Xiao Lin Feng's hanging heart could finally settle down, and now that the two strange beasts had died together, and he had moved freely, the potential danger had finally passed. He couldn't help but recall the whole process of the incident, and couldn't help but be shocked, and in the end, he was able to survive the disaster, so he was very emotional. Looking at this, these two spirit beasts fought each other and lost in the end, and then think about how they were mortal enemies of each other during their lifetimes, but they died together in the end, and they hope to turn hostility into jade silk, and the two can be safe. Xiao Lin Feng put down his mind and continued to look into the distance, the half-human-high giant cocoon on the cliff wall in the distance attracted his attention, and his curiosity pushed him forward to take a closer look, the entire giant cocoon was full of white bones, and the shells of all kinds of large beasts and insects of different colors were everywhere, Xiao Lin Feng was slightly surprised in his heart, the ice silkworm was so small in size, this appetite was quite big. Just when he was surprised, he made a chance discovery. Human bones appeared on the side of the giant cocoon, and the bones were broken together, the severed hands were cut neatly, and they were hung on the giant cocoon silk, which is not difficult to imagine that this person should have been pushing the cocoon, and he was unexpectedly cut off with a sharp sword. So why did this man push the cocoon? Who cut off his hands? Aren't these two people afraid of the ice silkworm? It's ridiculous that the ice silkworm can't use a sword. After all the possibilities are ruled out, then one can only conclude that the dead man tried to push the cocoon open, and his companions took the opportunity to kill him, or that there was some powerful treasure hidden behind the cocoon that inadvertently cut off his hands. And is this cocoon here to prevent others from seeking? Or is it to protect something? Then there must be something hidden behind this cocoon.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin Feng decided to practice it and find out. He carefully picked up the short stick, held it across his chest, just in case, and then slowly leaned towards the back of the cocoon, probably because he had just experienced the taste of life and death, so he was very cautious, not wanting to kill himself again. As soon as he turned to the side, Xiao Lin Feng saw through the reflection of the water at the corner between the giant cocoon and the cliff wall, and saw that there was a withered hand behind the cocoon holding an iron sword and sticking it straight into the ground. Instinctively, he took two steps back and confessed one after another. After half a ring, Xiao Lin Feng saw that there was no movement, and he dared to pick open the giant cocoon with a wooden stick, leaking out the cave behind the giant cocoon. As the cocoon lifts away, the cave behind it suddenly comes into view.
Xiao Lin Feng said secretly: "It seems that my judgment is right, there is indeed a mystery hidden here." The cave in front of me is not big, only the appearance of the two of them can be melted, and the dead remains holding the sword that I saw just now were restored in front of me, the dead body was dressed in a seven-star robe, with a cloak scattered, with a back against the cliff wall, and a hole in the chest, there was a worn-out bamboo roll stuffed out of the robe, and there was not a single broken rib on the chest. Dry Bone held a sword in one hand and hung down in the other, and a bottle fell from the ground. Based on this, Xiao Lin Feng judged that this person should have been seriously injured in his life, and then came here to cultivate or die, but when he met the enemy, he was found and died. Xiao Lin Feng respectfully bowed to the dry bones holding the sword to show his awe for the life of the elderly. After saluting, Xiao Linfeng slowly picked up the worn-out bamboo scroll, spread it on the ground, and flipped through it. The bamboo scroll is worn, the handwriting is scribbled, there are few numbers, and he said: "My name is Yan Xin, the road number is Bingqing layman, the cultivation is in the Xixia Mountain faction of Mian, it is to build the foundation and overhaul, and now I have been persecuted by thieves to this point, I am seriously injured, and I know that my life is not long, it is already the will of heaven." However, there is no ability but no giver, there is a special immortal fate, hoping that the destined person will bury my bones, you can hold the sword of my sword, enter my mountain gate, whether you can cultivate the Tao and become an immortal, it all depends on chance. The remaining inner view of the heart method, is one of the foundations of the introduction to the cultivation of immortals, those who are destined can practice, I send the mountain gate to the innumerable number of exercises, I hope not to abandon my will. However, I should avenge this great revenge for me, the one who harmed me is the corpse demon cave, the empty corpse old devil, this thief will not die, and I will not die blindly, I only hate that my time is short, and I can't use this fang. ”
After reading it, Xiao Lin Feng couldn't take his eyes off it and looked at it again, these sudden chances, like dream bubbles, really made it difficult for him to suppress the surging feelings in his heart, he couldn't believe such an opportunity to subvert the worldview, he couldn't help but look up at this piece of heaven and earth, and muttered to himself: "There are really immortals in this world?"
Maybe all this is like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in Xiao Linfeng's heart.