The scorching sun swayed down from the sky, making the entire Qingxuanfeng brawl in a transpiration, and the thousand-year-old trees, the leaves drooped, and they were languishing.

In the open space where the sun was tightly blocked by the leaves of the wilted ancient trees, fifteen figures sat quietly like that, their eyes closed with serious expressions, and there was a rhythmic breath between their noses, and with the breath of breathing, a layer of delicate light faintly shrouded their green bodies.

Quietly, a breeze blew, taking away beads of sweat from a group of green faces.

On the other side of the fifteen figures, there was also a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he didn't breathe.

Lin Yifan sat there cross-legged and quietly, closing his eyes tightly, thinking about the cultivation method of 'withering death'.

The 'Withered Death Seal' has a fierce reputation in the Sword God Palace, so even if Lin Yifan has a large amount of death power in his body, he still doesn't dare to be too careless, but after repeatedly recalling those cultivation methods several times, he starts to cultivate.

Lin Yifan sat cross-legged, his hands staggered, his palms were relatively close to each other, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his mind moved, only to see the light of life on the surface of his body flickering faintly.

Within the dantian, the body of the Death and Reincarnation Ding that had been quietly moving also began to rotate, and a trace of gray death power erupted from the Ding Furnace in this way, directly along the channel where the vitality formed meridians, gushing out from the trembling fingers, and then hovering between the palms of both hands.

The gray power of death is like a gray swimming dragon, the change of the trembling fingers of the follower Lin Yifan, constantly cruising back and forth in the palms of both hands, as time gradually passes, the gray death power seems to be gradually forming a circular dark gray light print.

Click.

A subtle sound came from between his hands, obviously the condensation of this light mark was not easy, and the dark gray light mark gradually formed by the death power was shattered and dissipated, leaving only the death power on the tips of his fingers still writhing.

The cultivation of the seal duel has never been an overnight thing, for the first cultivation of this seal duel, such a failure has already been expected, Lin Yifan doesn't mind, if the 'withering death seal' can be cultivated so easily, and it really insults the famous reputation of the 'withering death seal', he may not have such great interest.

Slightly reined in his mind, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and Lin Yifan started again.

Click, click

Time is like flowing water, never for whom it will stay. But Lin Yifan has also insisted on cultivating like this, again and again, as if he is never tireless.

The law of the trembling of the fingers of his hands has gradually become proficient from jerky at the beginning, and the speed at which the gray death force is cruising is also getting faster and faster.

The interlaced hands, slender fingers, as if playing a beautiful song on the wrist, such a rapid chain of changes and tremors, the gray power of death, also quickly swimming, the dark gray light print, has been a little gradually condensed, faint, there seems to be a cold fluctuation emanated, accompanied by a breath that makes all things wither.

This is already the last step, and Lin Yifan has failed too many times in this last step.

At this time, his mind was tense to the extreme, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the dark gray light seal.

In this way, the trembling between his fingers also increased sharply, and a trace of gray death power was mobilized from the death diagram, and it was quickly injected into the dark gray light seal.

The fluctuations of the cold intensified, gradually enveloping the nearby woods. The aura of the obscure spirit and the withering of all things also emanated.

I saw that around Lin Yifan's body, the green grass within ten meters quickly turned yellow, withered, and finally decayed, turning into a pile of ashes, and all the leaves of the ancient trees began to wither and wither, leaving only bare branches.

This situation continued, and the bark of the ancient tree began to dry up, losing water, and the rich breath of life gradually dissipated, and finally only a gray and rotten wood remained.

The dark gray light curtain suddenly trembled at this time, and then the dark gray light began to converge, and finally directly turned into a dark gray light seal, which was slowly imprinted in the palm of Lin Yifan's right hand.

And when he got the light seal imprinted on Lin Yifan's palm, his mind was also suddenly tense, and the dark gray light imprinted into his body was the most dangerous step in the entire 'withering death seal' cultivation. If it is said that those who cultivate the withered death mark die by devouring it, then only one percent of the people die when the death power is born, but ninety-nine percent of the people die at the moment when the withered death mark enters the body.

If it is said that when the light seal is cultivated, such a death withering power is acting on the outside world, then, at the moment when the light seal enters the body, the cultivator becomes the first target of the withered death seal, and only under the withered death seal's counter-devouring attack will not die, so that he can easily mobilize the withering death mark in battle in the future.

Laugh at!

The dark gray light seal was imprinted in the palm of his hand, like cold water poured into the boiling oil pot, and in an instant, Lin Yifan also sensed that a cold, obscure, and withering aura of all things erupted from the dark gray light seal, and then the right hand carrying the light seal was instantly filled with a large amount of death withering power. This right hand instantly dried up and grew old, only the green dots embedded in the acupuncture points on the running route of the hegemonic body, at this time, emitted a faint light of life, guarding the entire right hand, which could also prevent further decay.

In this way, the high-speed rotation of the Death and Rebirth Ding stopped leisurely, and the death map and the new life map on both sides of the tripod inside and outside also began to rotate rapidly, and a fierce suction force was generated at the moment when the death was rotated at high speed, and at the moment when the dark gray light imprinted the death withering breath, they were all plundered by the death map.

A shrill sound seemed to erupt in Lin Yifan's right arm.

The breath of death and withering from the dark gray light seal, the stubbornness above, like a hard rock resisting the suction of plunder, slowly pushed up along the arm, so slowly wrapped the whole arm, like a flower withering, also withered.

But the death that came from Naha's body cultivation was obviously not as simple and easy to deal with as it imagined.

In the face of that stubborn resistance, this death map also completely exposed the domineering side of the hegemon, and in a more arrogant attitude, it directly tore apart that stubborn resistance, and began to wantonly plunder the power of death and withering.

Boom.

A dull roar erupted in Lin Yifan's body.

After the death map was plundered like this, a rich vitality gushed out from the counterclockwise rotating new life map, and at this time, it roared out like a tsunami, and then wrapped all the stubborn death withering power, so that it also began to dissolve the death withering power

Silky, sneering.

The power of death withering was all trapped in his right hand, but Lin Yifan did not dare to relax in the slightest, and there were beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down on his forehead, but everything would pass quickly.

The death diagram and the new life diagram on the Death and Rebirth Diagram were completely accelerated by Lin Yifan, so that in the face of the plundering of the huge suction power of the Death Diagram, as well as the dissolution of the rich vitality of the Resurrection Diagram, the dark gray light seal finally stopped producing the death withering power of Sen Han after persisting for about a quarter of an hour.

In this way, when Lin Yifan felt the disappearance of the power that made all things wither and wither, his tense body suddenly relaxed, and his clothes were wet with sweat, but it was difficult to hide the excitement in his eyes, and a smile like relief finally spread from the corner of his mouth.

He spread out his right hand with a slight tremble, so that between his palms, there was a dark gray mark that made people feel cold and withered.

"Did it work?"