The dense snowflakes pierced through Lin Ning's defenses and froze her into an ice sculpture.

After coming out again, Lin Ning was quite calm.

"Maybe I can write a book in the future, called "On the Effect of Different Ways of Death on the Soul of the Monk". ”

Lin Ning tilted his head indifferently.

Attacking as defending, this road is impassable.

Her mind is unusual though - especially when it comes to fine manipulation and observation. But after all, it is still restricted by the realm, and it is not without an upper limit.

The task of intercepting snowflakes is obviously beyond the scope of his divine sense.

Lin Ning rested for a while before standing up, this time he used too much divine sense and was still a little out of strength.

After getting up, she habitually patted the soil on the placket of her clothes, and stopped this action again.

Obviously, he has cultivated immortals, and the clothes on his body are dust-proof, but Lin Ning still can't help but habitually pat the placket of his clothes, which is a typical habitual thinking.

"Habitual thinking ......"

Is there any habitual thinking in any of the ways she is currently thinking?

As if a light pierced through the darkness and illuminated the chaotic thinking, Lin Ning suddenly realized his mistake.

"Actually, you made a hint at the beginning, didn't you? ”

Lin Ning looked at the words shining with golden light on the prohibition with a smile-

"The first level of the Xuanyue inheritance, improve your tolerance. There is a way to learn how to fight, first learn to be beaten......"

She read it word for word. "Tolerance. Learn to get beaten. I was wrong from the start. ”

The human body is very fragile, and physical injury represents death. Therefore, Lin Ning, who has been a mortal for more than 20 years, has the habitual thinking of protecting his body from harm.

And in this level, what needs to be improved is her tolerance! How to improve her tolerance without getting hurt!

"The correct answer would be an enhancement spell. Lin Ning sighed lightly.

These spell categories are all randomly divided by herself according to the difficulty and principle of the spells, which may not be accurate, but they can help her quickly find the spells she needs to use when she wants to use them.

What she thinks of now is the "tenacity" in the strengthening spell.

Tough, soft and solid.

It was used by Lin Ning as a name for a spell with a similar meaning.

There is a big difference between a mantra and a mantra. There are incarnation spells, which consume less spiritual power. The amount of spiritual power used determines the amount of biomass.

There is also a "royal" that requires a large amount of spiritual power, but once it is written, the power is beyond imagination.

There is also the "tenacity", which consumes spiritual power and produces effects that vary greatly depending on the object that is given to the spell.

Lin Ning wanted to use "tenacity" to strengthen his muscles and bones, so that they could unload their strength and support them until they passed through the formation.

For oneself, the consumption of spiritual power by "tenacity" is minimal.

So, in fact, this level is not beyond the scope of my ability at the beginning of the foundation building.

It's just that she, as an author, was deceived by her own "experience" and developed unrealistic paranoia.

"It's a real world, I already knew it, didn't I. So why does that sense of self-righteousness and superiority still pop up from time to time?"

A mocking smile slowly appeared on Lin Ning's face.

The road ahead is long, and it takes time to be vigilant to go long.

Stepping into the prohibition again, Lin Ning spread the power of the "tenacity" spell into his whole body. Under the inner view, every muscle, every bone is scattered with a little bit of light.

These lights can be traced back to the source of the "tenacity" mantra text that flows endlessly in the dantian.

Snowflakes fluttered lightly across Lin Ning's side, and the clothes on his arms silently cracked a large opening, revealing his fair skin.

The snowflake rolled around the skin and was gently bounced out.

Lin Ning snorted, this time it seemed light, but in fact it was like a heavy hammer hitting her arm.

But fortunately, it hurt, plus a little numbness, but it didn't affect her movements.

Lin Ning closed his eyes, his divine sense enveloped his body, and slowly walked forward.

Step 1, step 2, step 3.

She walked neither fast nor slow, moving forward at a uniform pace. Snowflakes swept from heaven and earth as she walked, eventually forming a huge white storm around her.

Lin Ning felt that his whole body was being hit by a sledgehammer all the time, and there was no skin and flesh that did not hurt, and even his eyelids were bombarded by countless snowflakes.

Her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of pain. The body, on the other hand, seems to be taken over by the subconscious, but it is just moving forward at a firm and uniform speed.

The pain is getting more and more intense. As if breaking through a critical point, Lin Ning suddenly felt as if he had broken away from this body.

Or rather, it's like dwelling in this body, looking at it all purely from the perspective of a spectator.

The pain in her body was still the same as usual, but she was able to make a judgment with great calm.

In the continuous bombardment, Lin Ning felt that his spiritual power was rapidly depleting.

She still underestimated this level.

With such a level of spiritual power consumption, even if she was in the middle stage of foundation building, it was extremely difficult.

Although Lin Ning's body was being tortured, his consciousness was extremely clear.

She quickly calculated the speed of spiritual power consumption and the distance she was now from the gate, and quickly judged that she would not be able to reach the exit before the spiritual power consumption was exhausted.

"Give it up, you have to give it to you. ”

Lin Ning's heart moved, and he decisively removed the protection on a pair of arms.

The snowflakes tore the unprotected arms clean in an instant, and the bones were all churned into powder, and the blood didn't even have time to fall to the ground......

Having lost a pair of arms, Lin Ning had less of a body to protect. But her pressure was only relieved for a moment.

In the second half, the difficulty suddenly increased a lot, and each step was several times more difficult than the previous one, and she even needed to use her spiritual power to push herself forward.

In this case, Lin Ning had no choice but to gradually abandon her body.

Only the bones of Zhihai, Dantian, and legs cannot be abandoned...... By the time he touched the door, Lin Ning had become a broken skeleton.

But her consciousness was still awake and miraculously persevered.

"Bang!"

Lin Ning used the spiritual power of her whole body to slam all the remnants of her body towards the big iron gate on it-

"You won't open it?"

"Hahaha, it didn't even open!"

After going through all kinds of hardships and hardships, when I arrived at this gate, I found that I couldn't open this door!

Lin Ning almost laughed angrily, but she lost her vocal cords and lips and tongue, and she couldn't make a sound at this time.

Madness and despair were only a moment, and this desperate situation finally completely stimulated the ruthlessness in Lin Ning's heart.

Without thinking about it, Lin Ning drew out all the remaining spiritual power in the dantian and quickly outlined a very fierce incantation in the air.

"Break it for me!"

Lin Ning's divine sense roared silently, slamming the spell he had just generated towards the black iron gate.