Successfully quelled the Demon Sect and destroyed the Bone Sword Sect that had been rampant for many years on the shores of the South China Sea.
This achievement is really not.
The young man in green robe, Ling Zhen, felt as if he was in a trance. He stood there blankly, his head bowed and speechless.
After all, he accomplished such an amazing and decent feat, but he didn't put in much effort and was able to enjoy the results...
In such a situation, no one would be able to accept it with peace of mind so quickly.
Suddenly, Ling Zhen, who was in a daze, felt a burning pain on his left cheek.
He couldn't help but stare and shouted: "Ouch, it hurts!"
The person who pinched him was Ling Xiaoxiao, the eighth sister of the Ling family.
Now that Ling Xiaoxiao has grown into a "big girl", she has a trace of her natal Qi attached to her thumb and index finger. Of course, the purpose is to add some strength to the two fingers, so that she, the ninth younger brother, has thin skin and tender flesh. It hit him hard and "hurt" him hard.
Ling Xiaoxiao was satisfied when she saw that the young man in green robe was in pain and no longer looked like a young girl.
With a sweet smile on her lips, she slowly released the two fingers pinching his cheek and let Ling Zhen go.
"Brother, look, am I good at your sister now?"
Ling Xiaoxiao, who was smiling brightly, put one hand on Yang Liu's waist and put the other on Ling Zhen's shoulder and asked.
The eldest young master of the Ling family was rubbing the left side of his face. Before he could reply, he suddenly saw Ling Xiaoxiao reaching out again, trying to grab her. Ling Zhen was horrified and could only hurriedly say flatteringly: "Awesome, so awesome! Sister Xiaoxiao!" You first drove away the thief Jiang Hu, and then destroyed Lou Xue Rong’s Yang Shen body. You are so powerful that you are truly a rare opponent in the world..."
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled happily and was quite satisfied. She took in all the compliments and patted Ling Zhen's left shoulder gently with her palm.
Ling Zhen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and responded repeatedly: "Okay."
Ling Xiaoxiao spread out a snow-white jade hand and placed it in front of his ninth brother. Suddenly, his energy surged, and a few inches above his palm, a thin flying sword made of water vapor emerged out of thin air!
Ling Zhen's eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at the exquisite pocket flying sword, "This, this is?"
Ling Xiaoxiao was very proud, she raised her face with melon seeds and pointed her chin, and said with a smile: "I refined all the sea water in the Thunder Fire Xuanyun Guixu for my own use, and condensed this flying sword on my own. As for the name, it's just How about choosing it as 'Water God', which corresponds to your natal sword Fire God? Your sister and I can be considered half a swordsman now."
Ling Zhen showed a look of sincere admiration and thought to himself, after Sister Xiaoxiao's appearance changed, even her ability to name objects has improved greatly!
The young man gave a thumbs up and said in a flattering tone: "Congratulations to my elder sister on getting her own natal sword. So, sister Xiaoxiao's water spirit root must have broken through, right?"
Ling Xiaoxiao said without hesitation, "That's natural. Now I can even refine the sea transport. Is there any reason why the water spirit root cannot reach the highest level?"
Ling Zhen looked at the woman in white in front of him, whose beauty was peerless, tall and tall, even much taller than himself.
Staring at Ling Xiaoxiao's pair of eyes that were still cherry red, the young man asked tentatively: "Sister Xiaoxiao, what happened after you were hit by that heavy blood-colored lightning in the Ruins Realm? Why did you... …”
"You might not believe it, because even I think it's a bit too mysterious."
Ling Xiaoxiao explained while recalling, "At that time, I was under the sea, and there were countless blazing fires attacking my body around me. I was in unbearable pain. I just felt that my life and property were not safe, and I was afraid that I would have to stop here. Just when I was about to completely lose consciousness, suddenly There was a scene before my eyes..."
"A piece of what?"
Seeing that Sister Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped speaking, Ling Zhenchen asked curiously.
Ling Xiaoxiao was thoughtful, her expression a little confused and complicated, and continued: "I can't describe it well, but in short, I arrived at an incredibly beautiful place. I saw a person there. The person had his back to me and couldn't see clearly. In appearance, only his long hair went down to his ankles. He kept a white dragon as a pet. A ball of red flame came out of the dragon's mouth, and the fire enveloped my whole body. After that, I was reborn from the fire, and I became The current appearance... The result is that not only the water spirit root has entered the stage, but also the fate of all the waterways in the vast sea can be controlled by me. 'Water Control' is as good as flipping the palm of my hand to me. Easy and easy.”
The more Ling Zhen listened, the more ashamed he became. Even when he was a child, listening to his elders telling stories about gods and monsters, he would not be so shocked and admired from the bottom of his heart.
He thought about it and felt that the Eighth Sister's situation was too mysterious and there was no point in being afraid. It might reveal some secret, which would be unsightly, so he took the initiative to change the subject.
Ling Zhen asked again: "Sister Xiaoxiao, your current level of cultivation should be extremely high, right?"
When Ling Xiaoxiao heard this, she smiled sweetly again. Now her face no longer looked like that of an immature girl. This smile already had the charm of a mature woman, which would captivate both the country and the city.
She put away the water-carrying flying sword "Water God" in her palm, then used her slender hand to show four fingers, squinted her eyes and smiled, and said: "No more, no less, your sister and I, now Just four realms higher than you. Because I don’t have a great road that belongs to me, I can’t reach the eighth level, only the seventh level of Infinite Realm Dzogchen!”
Ling Zhen knew full well that with the help of his eighth sister, he was lucky enough to absorb most of the essence Yuanyang contained in the manifestation of Lou Xuerong Yang Shen, and he had successfully entered the Pingxu realm where he could travel to Mu Cangwu, Beihai. Complete.
You can go wherever you want without relying on half of your inner strength.
I am a third-level Dzogchen, and Sister Xiaoxiao is a seventh-level Dzogchen. Isn’t this a full four levels higher than myself?
Ling Zhen gave another thumbs up and praised: "High, really high, Sister Xiaoxiao!"
Ling Xiaoxiao, who was half a head taller than Ling Zhen, gently pinched Jiu Di's face with his fingers, "From now on, I can pinch your face without restraint. Anyway, you can't beat me, then Aren’t you just letting me bully you?”
Ling Zhen's face was full of bitterness, "Sister Xiaoxiao, these words are childish. Even if it were in the past, if you wanted to bully me, would it be possible for me, my younger brother, to fight back?"
Ling Xiaoxiao snorted lightly, without changing the thick smile on his face, "That's not true. It's better to have a hard fist. For example, our father, your fist is hard enough, right? Looking at the entire Hanlan Continent, he can bear it. How many people can Daddy punch even with one punch? I can count them all on one hand! When I can be as powerful as Daddy, then I will be truly powerful and have no rival in the world."
"That makes sense! In terms of fists, our father is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the human race."
Ling Zhen said, "I heard from my mother that the 'Sword God' Yu Youcong once came to the villa to have a sparring session with my father, but he failed in the end. After all, the Sword God's fists are not as strong as those of the Martial God!"
Ling Xiaoxiao nodded, "That's the truth. If your fist is hard enough, you can be completely unreasonable sometimes... Sigh, if I had the cultivation level of Dao End, I wouldn't have been escaped by that man named Jiang today!"
Ling Zhen thought for a moment and was about to say some words of comfort. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by Sister Xiaoxiao. As soon as the young man said in shock, "What are you doing?", his whole body was pulled up into the air, and his body He flew southward involuntarily.
At noon, Ling Zhen, a young man in green robes, followed the seventh-level perfect woman in white and arrived at the Shark God Sea in the South China Sea, where Jiang Hu's lair was located.
Although he was sure that the man named Jiang would not be here, in order to eradicate the root cause, Ling Xiaoxiao was still determined to completely destroy all the island bases.
The natal sword "Water God" shows its power on the sea.
There were huge waves, and soon several islands were swallowed up and destroyed by the sea water, turning into crumbling ruins.
On the central island of the Shark God Sea, the "fog forest" covered with clouds all year round was completely dispersed by the sword energy and could no longer be gathered together.
The vast forest sea was destroyed and abandoned. As a result, even if Island Master Jiang returns to the island, he will no longer have any territory to speak of.
The last demonic sect, the Bone Sword Sect, was annihilated.
The fog forest and the dendrobium have disappeared.
Thanks to the efforts of Ling Jiarao, the situation has come to an end again, and the Splendid Dynasty no longer has a martial arts world, and there is no more Jianghu!
The war here is over, the grievances have been settled, and the sister and brother join hands and go north to go home.
On the way back, Ling Zhen and Ling Xiaoxiao Yufeng played in the world, joking and laughing all the way, and the passing scenery can cultivate their sentiments.
And even if they dreamed, they would never guess it.
What heartbreaking news the flying sword letter received on the way home will bring to the two of them...
