Until he left, the white gun never appeared, as if he only cared about living here, not about leaving.

Luotian felt a little regretful in his heart, and he couldn't say goodbye, so he could only say goodbye.

Stepping on the dragon butterfly halberd, floating away, the distance between the 70,000 and 80,000 districts is still very far, there are hundreds of miles away, and it will take several hours to fly.

Through the clouds, accelerating the flight, the falling sky will face a new challenge, the low-level cultivator of Qi cultivation has passed, and the current falling heaven belongs to the middle-level monk of Qi training, his plain eyes look at the vast world, his hands are clenched, and his heart is not calm.

Behind the large grasslands, the spiritual pagodas are neatly arranged, the sun is pouring, the breeze is blowing, and the grass waves are set off.

From early morning to noon, the earth is no longer just grass, slowly turning yellow, the grass becomes a desert, an endless desert, the blazing temperature makes the sky lower in height, and after a few hours of hurrying, his aura is also exhausted.

The pagoda is located in the desert, and the yellow-orange pagoda body blends perfectly with the background, which contrasts sharply with the cyan pagoda of the Bawan district.

Landing in a shady place at will, meditating to restore the aura, seeing the nearby spiritual pagoda with seventy-five thousand nine hundred and one written on it, he secretly said in his heart: "It's not far away, you have to hurry up and recover." ”

There was still half a day left, and the challenge token was already flashing red, which was a warning to him.

It took another two hours to recover, and he got up at the beginning of the day and hurried to his destination through the guidepost.

The competition in the 70,000 district is more fierce than the 80,000 district, where the high is not low or not, they all want to go to the next level, run to the 60,000 district, in the harsh desert environment, people are more vicious and cunning, the more they go up, the weaker their human nature, only to fight for survival.

Finally, Luotian stood in front of Tower No. 79,999, held up the token, and shouted: "In the Falling Sky, come and challenge!"

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the gravel and carrying it away with the wind, and no one answered for a long time.

The sun is already setting in the west, and if time drags on any longer, he will be truly finished.

"Is there any? I'm here to challenge! Don't you dare to come out and say something!" Luo Tian urged.

The token is also strange, it has not disappeared, it has turned into a transparent mask, and it will react when it is said in the past.

Still no one responded, and Luo Tian couldn't help but step forward and call the door, knocking on the closed door.

Suddenly, a voice came from inside, saying, "Knock what knock, shout what shout! The monk who lives here died yesterday, so if you want to stay, you can stay and disturb the old man's rest!"

Then the door opened instantly, and out of it came an old man with a white beard, his face was wrinkled, his eyes protruded, and his face was stinking, glaring at him, as if to say that it was a good thing you did.

Staring at the falling sky was uncomfortable, hearing that the target of his challenge was dead, no wonder the token did not react, and he felt a little regretful in his heart, and he wanted to fight a big battle and have a good time.

Now he didn't know what to do, he stayed in place, looked at the old man, and complained in his heart: "The temper of every gatekeeper is ever-changing, with wind and rain. ”

The old man looked down from above, then turned his head, showed a mean expression, and said: "Bring the token! You are really good at picking up cheap, you only left yesterday, you arrived today, the news is strange!"

I understood the whereabouts, and the feelings were misunderstood, and I mistakenly thought that he was picking up cheap, which was indeed too coincidental, and he had an accident on the first day, and he came on the second day, and he didn't know where to open if he wanted to explain.

I could only keep my mouth shut, obediently hand over the token, and smile wryly.

After taking the token, the old man turned his head, snorted lightly, and walked inside, but he didn't know that it would fall into the sky, and his mood was extremely bad.

The sky behind me didn't want to touch the mold, so he followed silently.

"Choose your own room, the exercises are here, take them, don't disturb the old man's rest if you're fine, and if you have something, you should be fine!

Throwing the jade slip in his hand back, he didn't care whether Luotian could catch it or not, it was over, he sat down in the hall, and didn't pay attention to Luotian.

Easily catch the jade slip, this is easy for the falling sky, for the old man's mood, he can't understand, the surrounding decoration made of sandstone, tables and chairs are also unique.

It's best that one thing has been done, and then it's time for retreat, Luotian takes the jade slip and walks up to the seventh floor, which is still in its original position.

Lock the door of the room, and avoid disturbing it during retreat, not to mention that he has to re-practice the exercises.

Sitting on the bed, adjusting the state, the sword of the six golden aura gathered behind the back is all eliminated, different exercises have different meridian operation methods, so the aura in the body must be emptied.

This is not an easy process, self-abandonment and cultivation is like the feeling of a knife cutting ten thousand scrapes, which is equivalent to cutting off the flesh on one's body and throwing it away, and growing it all over again.

From the sixth layer of Qi training to the first layer, Luotian controlled the aura to drain out little by little, and the golden sword behind it trembled wildly, making a clanging sound.

Mental torture and physical pain hit in full swing.

As time passed little by little, there were fewer and fewer golden swords behind the falling sky, and when only the last one was left, the golden sword became fainter and weaker, looming, unable to condense the sword type, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

"Poof!" Luotian spurted out a mouthful of blood, this is the phenomenon of autophagy of the exercises, his head was dizzy, his whole body was weak, he lay on the bed for a while, and then he slowly started to do it, muttering: "I didn't expect it to be so painful to re-practice the exercises, no wonder I rarely see the monk mention this matter." ”

Wipe the sweat off your forehead, take out the three exercises from the storage bag, review them again, be cautious, and after confirming that they are correct, pick up the flame duel and start cultivating.

According to the description of the Ice Flame God and Demon Skill, it is necessary to first cultivate the flame trace and store it in half of the meridians, and then cultivate the Xuan Ice Qi, which preserves the other half of the meridians, does not interfere with each other, and maintains balance, which is a huge test for cultivators.

When all of this is done, then you can successfully cultivate the Ice Flame Demon Divine Skill.

It looks easy, and when he really cultivates, he can only find out how difficult it is, he can feel the fire aura, and he can find the ice aura if he looks carefully, but they are different from the flame trace Xuan Ice aura.

How to find the traces of the flames, he made a difficulty, how to absorb the traces of the flames beating, and secretly thought: "Do you want to make a fire?"

I didn't have the heart to think about this, Luotian directly took out the flame flower and observed it as a fire, only the beating flames in his eyes, and everything around him dimmed.

He had never found the firelight so beautiful, staring at it more and more fascinating, forgetting to cultivate, forgetting to think, and appreciating it with all his heart.

Gradually, he found that every time the flame swayed, it would emit a circle of orange halo, and when it was a little farther away, it would disappear into the air, never stopping, circle after circle, coming and going as fast as it came.

This is the trace of the flame, but how to absorb it is a new problem, time is passing, but the problem has not progressed, Luotian is a little bored, he doesn't know what the situation of other people's retreat is, he is in a very bad mood now.

When he was bored, he blew on Yanhua with his mouth, and suddenly found that the orange halo actually floated into the distance before disappearing.

A flash of light flashed through the sky's head, could it be sucked into his body with his mouth? He was very excited to think of this.

Immediately acted, tried for the first time, cautiously, gently inhaled at Yanhua, took a sip or two, he could see that the flame mark was swallowed by him, and a warm current suddenly rose in his body.

Luotian was overjoyed, like a child solving a mystery, and seized the opportunity to quickly refine the heat flow.

One by one, the traces of flame were absorbed, and what the flame flower had to offer was limited.

I saw that after the falling sky absorbed the last trace of flames, the flame flower completely lost its light, it is difficult to describe the state of the flame flower, the flame is still burning, but it cannot illuminate the surroundings.

Open your eyes, put away the flame flower in the sky, and you still need to consult about this situation.

However, fortunately, the flame was successfully cultivated, and half of the meridians of the falling sky emitted a faint red light, and in the dark room, half of the body of the falling sky was full of light, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

The body is a little hot, which may be the cause of the flames, but other than that, I don't feel anything special.

picked up the ice cabbage again, it looked like a big white radish, and I wanted to bite it first, but I still held back, and cultivation was important.

With previous experience, the Falling Sky has a big idea, and the breath of Xuan Ice is similar to a taste, and the taste is inhaled through the nose.

Say it's too late, put the ice cabbage under your nose, and then take a deep breath, the white smoke penetrates your nose, and the feeling of freshness and coolness rushes straight to your brain, and your whole body is crispy and numb, which is very enjoyable, and then you will fight two cold wars.

Sure enough, he guessed correctly, the Xuan Ice Qi was absorbed through his nose, the first time was purely experience, and the second time he began to refine.

When the Xuan Ice Qi entered the meridians, the flame marks felt abnormal and became agitated, the two were already mutually restrained, and then entered the meridians at the same time, it was strange that they could be peaceful.

Luotian has already been mentally prepared, and it has been explained in the Ice Flame God and Demon Skill, as well as relevant control methods.

According to the above method, the falling sky quickly smoothed the traces of flames and continued to absorb the qi of Xuan Ice.

Time passed quickly, and there was not much white smoke left on the ice cabbage, and everything went smoothly, and finally Luotian successfully absorbed it.

In the dark, Luotian's body exudes light, half red and half blue, it is beautiful when you look at it, but it looks weird when you look at it together.

"Good! Excellent, now the last step is missing. Luo Tian said happily.

The next step is to fuse and cultivate the Ice Flame God and Demon Skill.

Suddenly, the flame scars, which had been very obedient, began to tremble, driving the Xuan Ice Qi to tremble as well, permeating the skin with radiance.

The meridians swelled, the pain pierced the brain, and Luo Tian didn't understand why, everything was fine before, but the body's reaction told him that if he didn't do some remedy, the consequences would be unpredictable.

How to remedy it? Luotian was a little flustered, grabbed the exercises, and tried to find a solution, but it did not explain that this was the case.

Could it be that his cultivation is too low, or is his realm too low? Luo Tian imagined countless possibilities, but he couldn't solve the current problem.

The body emits red and blue light, staggered and separated, reflecting the colorful color of the room.

The pain was intensifying, which was different from the feeling when the aura was surging before, and the two energies were stimulating the nerves of the falling sky with a blazing sensation and a piercing cold.

"No! I have to gamble!" After the falling sky was flustered, he took a deep breath and said calmly.

After experiencing a lot of life and death, he is much calmer than before.