A woman in white, both in terms of figure and appearance, was an unparalleled beauty. With the easy throw of the old man in green shirt, the whole person suddenly emerged from the colorful ball of sword energy.
Then the entire real body fell heavily from a high place and hit the altar firmly.
With a snap, it fell into a puddle of "meat".
The woman, who was in an extremely embarrassed state, lay motionless on the altar, so limp that people would feel pity and pity for her just by looking at her!
Ling Zhen could tell at a glance that this woman was undoubtedly his eighth sister, Ling Xiaoxiao.
Seeing that he couldn't move and looked like a dead dog, the young man was so anxious that he yelled in disbelief: "Sister Xiaoxiao, you..."
Before Ling Zhen could catch up, the green shirt with a sword on his back had already jumped forward quickly and came to the side of the woman in white.
After Yu Youcong came to Ling Xiaoxiao's side, he knelt down, stretched out a hand, and gently placed it on the shoulder of this woman in white with an amazing appearance and figure.
He used the inner strength of the holy Qinglong Qi to heal the injuries of the eighth daughter of the Ling family.
Just a little bit, not too much.
After all, Yu Youcong knows very well that Ling Xiaoxiao's internal and external injuries are almost always serious problems. What's really serious is actually the loss of "mood", which is quite depleted and a bit serious.
Of course, Ling Zhen was also approaching, standing beside the two of them with an anxious look on his face, his eyes were very complicated, and his mind could not be settled.
After a while, Ling Xiaoxiao, who looked extremely weak and pale, finally came to.
She did not stand directly, but straightened her upper body and chose to sit up on the altar.
Not long after she was released from the illusion, she was still immersed in the terrifying scene just now, unable to get rid of the shadow quickly, and her eyes showed great pain and fear.
Yu Youcong stood up straight again, looking down at Ling Xiaoxiao who remained seated. The old man grinned and said, "How is it? It feels great, isn't it? Nizi, how many times have you been killed just now?"
Ling Zhen was confused after hearing this.
Killed by...?
Young Queran knew that it was not really killing, but it was enough to make him feel incredible!
Ling Xiaoxiao sat in front of the altar, her eyes were filled with sadness, and she was quite dull. She was speechless and did not say anything in response to the old man's question.
"Senior Yu, my elder sister..."
Ling Zhen frowned and couldn't help asking.
Yu Youcong sneered softly and responded indifferently: "What can happen? At most, I will die nearly a hundred times."
"A hundred times?!"
Ling Zhen's eyes widened, "Senior, do you mean that my sister died nearly a hundred times in that illusion?"
Yu Youcong looked sideways at the young master of Shenshan Villa, "What? You're greedy, aren't you. Don't worry, I'll let you experience it one day, don't be envious, haha!"
Who the hell would be envious? !
Is there something wrong with my brain that makes me want to die? Envy this?
Ling Zhen's eyes were full of resentment. He really didn't know what this old man named Yu was talking nonsense about.
The young man in green robe murmured to himself: "Oh, this illusion is so scary. Even my sister died almost a hundred times in it. Then if I go in, won't I have to die about a thousand times?"
Yu Youcong chuckled, looked at the green-robed young man with playful eyes, and said coldly: "A thousand times? Are you overestimating yourself?"
Ling Zhen was about to cry but had no tears. He stared blankly, not knowing what to do.
Paying him back a thousand times isn't enough, right?
Then I'll die three or four thousand times, or maybe five thousand times!
At this time, Ling Xiaoxiao, who had been sitting on the altar, changed to a leaning position with his hands on the ground, knelt on his knees, and started vomiting like crazy.
Seeing that the place where he usually stayed was suddenly made so dirty, Long He raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Hey, you... don't vomit here! Get out of here!"
Of course, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't stop vomiting. Soon, the floor was covered with vomit, which was very disgusting.
Long He was even more disgusting than she was, disgusting from the bottom of his heart.
Yu Youcong glanced at the ground, tsked twice, looked contemptuously, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Hey, it seems that he vomited out all the food he ate yesterday. I didn't expect you, a girl, to eat quite a lot."
After Ling Xiaoxiao finished vomiting, she finally regained her clarity and felt comfortable. She stood up from the ground and looked directly at Yu Youcong, her eyes red and menacing.
It seems as if full of anger and hatred are about to shoot out from between the eyes!
Yu Youcong said coldly: "What? You still have the guts to look at me like this, aren't you dead enough? Are you thinking of being imprisoned again?"
When Ling Xiaoxiao heard this, she immediately showed fear. She immediately averted her eyes, lowered her noble head, and stopped looking at the sword god in blue shirt.
Ling Zhen came closer and lowered his voice and asked: "Sister Xiaoxiao, what exactly did you experience in that illusion? Why are you afraid of being like this?"
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her head. She was indeed suffering from heart failure at this moment. She had no strength to explain. She had nowhere to vent the anger in her chest. She just glared at her ninth brother. Unable to suppress her emotions, she shouted dissatisfied: "You think so?" You know, won’t you know after you enter and wait for a while?!”
He swallowed and then said: "As long as you don't cry and beg for mercy after you go in, you can go to school if you want to come out."
Just as Ling Zhen was thinking of something else, the white-haired old man in green shirt and carrying a sword came closer.
The old man with the title of Sword God said calmly: "That illusion was once the most precious treasure of a certain illusion master during his lifetime. Later, when that guy challenged me and was killed by me with a sword, that place was named 'Sword Realm'. 'The illusion is what I have come to know. This realm is named after swords, and it also has another name, called the 'Land of Billions of Swords'."
"As the name suggests, there are billions of flying swords in this sword realm. Although those flying swords are not real physical objects that can damage the monk's body, there are trillions of them after all. They are too majestic and powerful for people to stand in. Among them, if the body is cut by the flying sword, if one is not careful and fails to defend himself completely, or is frightened, he will be killed on the spot."
"After a person dies, because he was not killed in his true body, he will be resurrected very quickly and become intact as before, ready for the next round of flying sword attacks and continuous attacks! Because he has to go through such a cycle of life and death, there is no doubt that , will have an extremely strong impact on the 'Tao Heart' of those who practice."
The old man in green shirt glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao, "In this territory, those with a strong mind will be stronger, while those with a weak mind and lack of Taoist realm will be unable to bear the baptism and erosion of the flying sword, and will continue to approach collapse until they are completely Become a waste."
Ling Xiaoxiao lowered his head and remained silent.
Even a fool can tell that these last words are "pointing out" to oneself!
Ling Zhen was thoughtful, but the expression on his face calmed down, and he felt a little more at ease.
Yu Youcong turned to the young master of the villa and said: "In the following time, you will spend more than three hours every day in actual combat with the Sword Mad Dragon to improve your pure sword application skills. Remember. You have to go all out in every battle. There is a big difference in experience between you and Long. I will ask him to stop until he clicks. For you, there is no need. Use all your strength to fight and rush to kill the opponent. The purpose of going is to try to persist for longer time and more rounds each time, do you understand? I want to see your progress, and don’t let me think that the son born by Ling Pu and Yao Ying is just a pure waste."
Ling Zhen nodded heavily, his eyes firm and determined, wanting his senior to look at him favorably.
In fact, even if the old swordsman doesn't emphasize this point, the young man still has the ambition and backbone, and will spare no effort to deal with every actual battle that follows with a 120% spirit!
Yu Youcong looked at the confident Shenyuan Crown Prince and said with a smile: "This man is quite energetic. The pattern I just mentioned will last about three months. After three months, you will be with him every day. Of course, the actual battle between Long He and Long He cannot stop. In addition, one more item needs to be added, which is the tempering of the Taoist heart."
Ling Zhen's eyes were bright, as if he already knew what the old man's next "project" would be.
"You must have guessed it. Yes, you are required to enter a sword realm, endure the erosion and attack of hundreds of millions of flying swords, stabilize your Taoist heart, and prevent it from completely collapsing, and even achieve this The so-called 'the more frustrated you become, the more courageous you become', becoming more and more solid and stable, this is what I want to see."
Yu Youcong smiled and said, "You don't have to go in with your true body like your sister did just now. It's too harmful to the body. Just leave the body. I will teach you a method to separate the Yin Shen. You As long as you sleep at night, you can enter the 'Realm of Billions of Swords' in the form of the Yin God leaving the body! The time is only three hours, not more."
The old man turned his head and looked at Long He, "Long, I will leave it to you from now on. As a sparring partner, you have to be more attentive."
Long He, a burly old man with white hair and black robes, was helpless and knew he could not evade. He lowered his head and nodded, saying in a low voice: "I understand."
Yu Youcong smiled lightly and acknowledged that the former swordsman was "obedient". Then, he asked Ling Zhen solemnly: "What about you? Son, do you have any objections?"
Ling Zhen shook his head vigorously, but clasped his fists and bowed. His voice was so loud that the young man also said four words: "How dare you disobey?"
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The white horse runs slowly and quickly, and the years are long, and the days go by fast, fast, slow, and very slowly.
If you feel like you are working hard every day, suffering from all kinds of sufferings, and the days are like years," then time will pass extremely slowly.
After that, life became difficult for Ling Zhen, the number one young master of Shenshan Villa.
The days began to feel like years.
For the first three months, it was just physical pain.
Day after day, he went to Yuxi Mountain and went to the cave behind the White Dragon Snow Waterfall to fight swordsmen with the swordsman Long Heshi. He competed with his swordsmanship and competed with each other on the strength of his swordsmanship.
The only sword technique he uses is the Shadow Victory Technique.
Everything else is prohibited. Magical power cultivation, internal energy, true energy, etc., nothing can be used!
Moreover, the battle between two people only determines the outcome, not life or death.
The young man fought with all his strength, relying on the foundation and talent of the body of Xianji Enlightenment. The level of fighting improved at a very gratifying rate, which can be said to be getting better and better every time.
From the beginning, he was defeated by Yi Jianxia after less than 70 rounds. Later, he was able to last more than 100 rounds in every battle.
These achievements and progress were all seen by Yu Youcong, who was responsible for supervising and guiding.
Although the old sword god never forgave others, he was actually quite satisfied and approved of it in his heart!
Three months have passed. Ling Zhen has endured hundreds of days and has experienced no less than a thousand actual battles with the sword madman. He has been able to survive nearly two hundred rounds under Long He's swordsmanship.
Amid the praise from Senior Yu, Ling Zhen ushered in a new "hell career."
I remember more than four years ago, when young people were still teenagers.
When I first entered Chi Lian Guixu, which was guarded by Xu Bailing, I felt that the inside was extremely hot, suffocating with scorching heat, and making it difficult to breathe. It was like a giant furnace capable of roasting people alive.
At that time, Ling Zhen felt that the ultimate Shura field in the world was probably nothing more than this.
But he didn't realize until now that he was still too young, too innocent, and too blindly enjoying happiness.
In fact, I can only hold my nose and admit that the sufferings I have experienced are still too few and pitiful.
Even the imagination is not rich enough, it is still too far away.
Although he had been mentally prepared, the result was still beyond Ling Zhen's expectation.
He never expected that the fantasy land of cultivation called "The Realm of Billions of Swords" would actually be such a terrifying hell on earth that would make life worse than death!
At midnight that day, according to the secret technique taught by the sword god Yu Youcong, Ling Zhen left his body and entered the black and white colorful sword energy in the form of a "Yin Shen", while his physical body Still on the bed.
As soon as he entered this sword realm, he suddenly felt the killing power surge around him.
A young man is like a boat that accidentally encounters a tsunami. He has no way to escape and has no choice but to capsize and be swallowed up by the huge waves.
In an instant, there were terrifying kendo auras from all directions, in the shape of flying swords, rushing towards Ling Zhen Yin Shen at great speed.
In less than a blink of an eye, the Yin God was defeated and shattered on the spot by countless fierce flying swords. It no longer had a complete human form, and was completely destroyed!
This was the first time after entering the country that the young man "died" under the assassination of a sharp sword, and all his soul clones were strangled.
The speed of death is as fast as lightning, it cannot be faster!
After his death, Ling Zhen, who was still in the sword realm, was resurrected in an instant. The Yin Shen seemed to have never died at all, intact as before, able to move freely and freely throughout his body.
But before he could react, and before he had time to reflect on the painful feeling of death just now, the next wave of billions of flying swords followed closely, without any chance to breathe and relax.
Then he died from the sword for the second time.
The flying sword disappeared in a flash, but Ling Zhen Yin Shen was not able to leave even a single trace of his soul behind!
After his death this time, he reshaped his body at the same rapid speed. After a blink of an eye, Ling Zhen came back to life, no different from the previous moment.
The only big change is probably that the severe damage to my state of mind was too severe.
Earth-shatteringly terrifying!
After all, he was just a young man in his prime. In such a short period of time, he was immediately resurrected after death, over and over again, and his mind was naturally in a trance.
Then came the third time.
Fourth, fifth, sixth...
Every time, without exception, they died instantly and on the spot.
After the Yin God's body was passed by hundreds of millions of flying swords, it was immediately shattered into pieces, completely gone, leaving no residual energy.
In this way, Ling Zhen practiced mental state for three hours a night and died more than 10,000 times in total!
Indeed, as the old sword god said, the thousand times he had previously estimated was actually a little less, and he was a bit overestimating his own strength.
The whole night was spent constantly on the run.
One night, tens of thousands of deaths occurred.
Ling Zhen, who almost had a mental breakdown the night before, was still sweating profusely and cursing Yu Youcong even in his sleep.
The curse words were harsh and vicious, and they were all venting resentment and hatred!
Wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword, he quietly came to the window of the young master of the Ling family's house with gentle steps. After confirming that the bastard was really asleep, he entered the house with a sigh and muttered a few words. , and no longer have any common knowledge with it.
I have always been magnanimous.
Secondly, for some unknown reason, Long He used his sword much more viciously than in the past. After more than an hour, Ling Zhenshan was treated like a bloody man.
Yu Youcong looked at the young master Ling Zhen who was covered in blood. The old man had a happy expression on his face and raised his head and laughed loudly.
How can there be no consequences for swearing?
Unreasonable.
