A quarter of an hour later, Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes from his cultivation. He glanced at the ice crystals, and his face became more and more gloomy. Regarding his injury, Fang Ling had already prepared for the worst. But in fact, his injuries were even worse than he had imagined.

The blow of fighting with the lion-headed fish made most of his meridians shattered, not to mention, what made him even more uncomfortable was a cold qi constantly running in his body. This cold aura was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, Fang Ling had used all his strength just now, but it had only expelled one point. According to Fang Ling's estimate, in order to completely expel all the cold qi in his body, he would need at least more than a month of cultivation. Now he is just a little stronger than an ordinary seventh-level Qi cultivator.

However, fortunately, the Wai Dan was not affected in any way, which made Fang Ling breathe a great sigh of relief.

Taking out the jade bottle containing the orb from the small Qiankun bag, Fang Ling's divine sense swept towards the jade bottle. However, at this time, there were no orbs in the jade bottle, and some were only a shallow layer of liquid. The liquid was transparent, but when you looked at it, there was a small dragon shadow swimming inside. At the beginning, Fang Ling suspected that this treasure bead was Taisheng Water, but at this time, seeing the changes in the jade bottle, the affirmation in his heart strengthened by a point.

When Chun Wushuang entered the Nine Dragon Pool with Fang Ling, he had already told Fang Ling about the use of Taisheng Water. Thinking of the benefits of this Taisheng water, Fang Ling couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion. After a moment of silence, Fang Ling carefully took out a drop from the jade bottle. Seeing that there seemed to be a dragon shadow surrounding that drop of water, Fang Ling, who had a flickering thought in his heart, slashed at the drop of water twice, turning one drop of water into three parts.

Putting the two parts back into the jade bottle, Fang Ling slowly swallowed the one-third drop of water in his mouth according to what Chun Wushuang said. As the water droplet disappeared into his mouth, a chill that was heart-piercing suddenly appeared in Fang Ling's heart.

At this moment, Fang Ling was not surprised or overjoyed, this cold qi contained a large amount of heaven and earth aura, as long as it could refine the heaven and earth aura in this drop of water. Then he will be able to recover from his injuries. What's more, he vaguely felt that the most important thing in these waters was not those aura, but a special substance.

As Fang Ling Pei Yuan Gong operated, the temperature around Fang Ling began to drop, and the rolling cold current only instantly condensed into a thick layer of ice armor on his body. This ice armor is getting thicker and thicker. It was only half an hour of effort, and the ice armor actually condensed about half a foot.

When he began to condense the ice armor, Fang Ling was still a little happy, but when his skin began to freeze and crack in the ice armor, Fang Ling felt a little bad. Under the effect of the Immovable Vajra Technique, Fang Ling's body was able to withstand the blow of an ordinary magic weapon. But under the shroud of this cold ice, crack-like small openings continued to appear. There were more and more openings, bigger and bigger, if someone entered the room, Fang Ling would already be a bloody person at this time. And the cold qi that broke through the skin continued to invade the flesh and blood under Fang Ling's skin with the cracks.

The cold that has been suppressed in the belly. At this point, too, there was a bit of confusion. Fang Ling clenched his teeth tightly, using all the strength of his body to suppress the cold qi in his body. He knew very well in his heart that once the inner and outer spiritual energy was mixed together, his body would probably freeze and crack into a layer of ice.

What should I do? Fang Ling's thoughts flashed in his heart, and he suddenly stopped the operation of Pei Yuan Gong and replaced the exercise with the Immovable Vajra Technique. Although he didn't know if the method of refining the body of the Immovable Vajra Technique was useful, if he had been running Pei Yuan Gong. What awaited him was frozen and cracked into ice.

Anyway, it's a dead end, so it's better to fight it!

At the moment when Fang Ling stopped Pei Yuan Gong, a cold that could freeze through people's hearts and lungs rushed from Fang Ling's abdomen to his heart. Under the impact of this cold air, Fang Ling felt that his divine consciousness was frozen and was about to move away!

The verses of Maitreya's next life sutra kept moving in Fang Ling's heart. The frozen divine consciousness turned into a sharp sword under the effect of the verses, constantly slashing at the billowing cold air. At the same time, a faint golden light rose from Fang Ling's body. This golden light slowly closed the cracks on Fang Ling's body, tearing up frantically with the cold qi on Fang Ling's body.

Under the influence of Maitreya's lower life scripture, Fang Ling's divine sense became extremely keen. It was like a pain like a thousand knives, galloping across Fang Ling's body. Fang Ling's skin and flesh kept closing, and they were constantly being pulled apart. Layers of fresh flesh were torn into more tears at the moment they were formed. Fang Ling suddenly felt that his throat and eyes were salty, and his legs were soft, as if he had collapsed. The blood that had been suppressed for too long boiled at that moment, and he tried to rush out bravely, and he reminded himself with the last bit of reason: persistence, persistence, but in vain it had no effect, and he could only tremble all over his body, and the pain was so painful that he could barely control it.

Fang Ling's heart stirred with a shiver full of pleasure, his consciousness became blurred in this pain, he forgot the pain, forgot about death, forgot about a qiē.

In this oblivion, he just frantically operated the immovable vajra technique, and the divine consciousness in his heart silently recited the verse.

Fang Ling couldn't see that the golden light that the Immovable Vajra Jue had formed outside his body had slowly turned into a dark gold, and those skins that were constantly alternating between collapsing and closing were falling off in large patches. After that light completely formed a dark golden color, a layer of skin like white jade slowly appeared outside Fang Ling's body.

The chill in the room slowly dissipated. Fang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile seems to be a relief, and it is more like a Buddha pinching a flower, showing a kind of mystery.

I don't know how long it took for Fang Ling's consciousness to come to his senses. He felt that the qiē around him had become one with him. The river is gentle, the night breeze is gentle, and he is like a part of the night breeze of the river, smooth and fluttering!

He didn't want to wake up from this realm, but the more he didn't want to, the faster this feeling would leave. In an instant, everything seemed to have changed. The river is still the river, the night wind is still the night wind, and the other Fang Ling is still Fang Ling.

His heart was full of reluctance, and Fang Ling still quickly checked his current state. The scope of his divine sense did not increase, but it became more acute. With the flicker of that thought, a crack suddenly appeared in a porcelain vase five feet away in front of Fang Ling.

Looking at the crack, Fang Ling's heart was filled with shock. Although he relied on his Divine Sense, and had put pressure on Qi cultivators, he rarely used Divine Consciousness as a means of attack. And now, this sudden divine consciousness sword made his heart skip a beat.

Killing people with the sword of divine consciousness means that as long as this thought arises, you can kill the person you want to kill through the divine thought. Although the sword of divine consciousness transformed by Fang Ling's divine sense was still very weak at this time, Fang Ling felt that once he cultivated this sword of divine consciousness to a certain realm, it would be one of his killer weapons.

"Die!" A rat rushed over from the adjacent cabin, Fang Ling looked at the rat, and the sword of divine consciousness slashed directly at it. The moment Fang Ling's thoughts flashed, the mouse's body moved, but then it ran away like lightning.

And just as the rat left the floor, there was a long trail of blood, which meant that the rat had been injured. Fang Ling looked at the thin bloodstains, and the excitement dissipated a lot, although the sword transformed by his divine sense must have a great effect in the future, but now it can only tickle people.

Fang Ling's gaze fell on his skin again, and the fine skin glowed with a faint and round brilliance. Fang Ling could even feel that there was tenacity hidden in every inch of his skin. After hesitating for a moment, Fang Ling took out an ordinary flying sword from the storage bag and slashed it towards his skin. The moment the sword light swelled with Fang Ling's skin, a faint dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin, and the moment the sword light touched the skin, there was a sound of gold and iron resonating.

After this sound, Fang Ling's skin that had been cut by the sword light was still as smooth as jade, as if the sword light just now had not been cut at all. This moment made Fang Ling's heart move, and immediately, he violently raised the flying sword in his hand with mana and slashed it towards his arm.

The sword light flickered, and a dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin at the same time, and a larger sound of gold and iron rang in Fang Ling's ears, and with this sound of gold and iron, a faint white mark appeared on Fang Ling's skin.

Although the white mark was a little deep, it did not show any traces of blood. Looking at this white mark, a trace of realization appeared in Fang Ling's heart. That Immovable Vajra Jue had always felt that he had almost realized it, but at this moment, Fang Ling knew how far he was behind.

The reason why one's immovable vajra body has not improved for a long time is not that he has cultivated it to the extreme, but because he has not had the right way to exercise it! Although the method of this immovable vajra technique seems simple, there is a mysteries in it that make people think deeply.

Although the immovable vajra body has made a lot of progress, Fang Ling's injuries are not too much. Fang Ling, who was about to take a break and practice again, walked out of the cabin as soon as he collected the twelve-pole maze flag that was arranged in the room.

The moon is like water, the breeze is soft, and the water is slow.

Looking at this qiē, Fang Ling had a feeling of returning to the artistic conception just now. Just as he was about to appreciate the rare tranquility, a thought in his heart suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

On the top of the boat, a figure stretched out his arms and fluttering clothes, slowly walking towards the full moon in the water!

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