After the death of his mother, Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family who was supposed to observe mourning at home for three years, began to work hard day after day to cultivate his mind and body.
Both body and mind are being sharpened and polished crazily, and they are unremitting.
Every three hours, he practiced swordsmanship with Dragon He in the cave inside the waterfall. He was defeated by the sword again and again. He became more frustrated and braver, and continued to fight after defeat.
As long as the day's actual combat time has not yet come and the stipulated number of hours has not been fought, then the young man must regain his strength and erase the more or less shameful blessings he will have after losing.
Shamelessly, holding the Snow Blade Bliss again, fighting with the sword, and continuing to defeat the sword madness!
At night, during sleep time, Ling Zhen always squeezes out three hours to separate the Yin Shen and enter the sword realm.
In the carnage of billions of flying swords, he experienced life and death over and over again, rebirth and death, and death and rebirth.
Life and death depends on your will, no evidence!
Forcibly suppress the fear of death and stabilize the realm of Taoist heart, so as not to be completely annihilated and destroyed by the thousands of murderous intentions in the fantasy realm, and unable to control oneself.
Because Ling Zhen knows very well that once the Taoist heart collapses and breaks.
So for monks, all those precious spirits are destined to be lost.
The end result is that he is truly indistinguishable from a useless person, nothing can be done, nothing can be accomplished!
Three hours to hone your sword skills, three hours to strengthen your state of mind.
Ling Zhen would devote six hours every day to "hard cultivation".
Words cannot adequately describe the suffering I endured.
It is already far worse than the period of his cultivation life when he was in the red refining ruins in the bracelet, with Sister Xu as his companion.
Express it in a way that Ling Zhen invented when chatting with his eighth sister Ling Xiaoxiao.
That is, if he is allowed to pour out all the bitter water that has accumulated in his belly in recent times, leaving nothing behind.
Its weight, I'm afraid, will not be lighter than the huge sea water in the Manor Palace, it will be even worse!
It was miserable.
When there is suffering that cannot be described, it is the most painful.
On top of the suffering, there is another layer of suffering!
But since you have been determined to persevere from the very beginning, you must not give up halfway and waste all your previous efforts.
Ling Zhen, a weak-minded young man, never thought of "giving up" in his mind. With so many difficulties and dangers ahead, he could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth.
It is better to survive one day and one hour and to survive one hour than to surrender and become a waste that achieves nothing.
Battle damage often occurs. After the actual battle in the cave, Ling Zhen will most likely be covered in wounds caused by Long He's natal sword poking and stabbing. The blood is dripping and soaked in the robe.
Cyan oozes red.
Terrible and terrifying!
Ling Zhen knew that if his mother Yao Ying were still alive and saw her like this, she would be extremely heartbroken and so sad that she would not be able to sleep in the middle of the night.
But my mother has left.
And he left this world with regrets.
As an "unfilial son" who is still alive in this world, I should always try my best to do something for my mother!
After being slightly cured by Senior Yu with the Qinglong Qi, the young man will immediately return to the dormitory. As soon as he lies down, he will activate the real power of his life, and his inner energy will flow like a river.
Forcibly separate a part of the Yin God's incarnation, and go straight into the sword realm to become Zheng
There is only one thing you can do, die!
Actively within the territory, I continued to feel the strong impact of the moment of being "killed".
This will enhance the solidity of the Taoist mind.
The mentality of ordinary monks pursues a state that is invulnerable to all poisons, but Ling Zhen's heart is striding towards the stage of "invulnerable to ten thousand swords" in the process of coming back from the dead and alive again and again, and the results are very remarkable.
At least every night, before dying hundreds of times, or even a thousand times, Ling Zhen gradually stopped feeling anything serious.
It can be "numb".
Of course, for the next thousands of times, every time the Yin Shen "died" under the attack of Feijian, Ling Zhen, as the rightful owner of the slain, still had to endure great pain and torture. He was so miserable that he wanted to die, but he couldn't. It always comes back to life quickly, and the cycle repeats!
There is no escaping this kind of suffering.
Yu Youcong emphasized to Ling Zhen more than once, don't even think about escaping, never do it.
The more you reject it, the more ferocious and bigger it becomes, and the weaker and smaller you become, and the easier it is to be killed in an instant.
Both internally and externally, it is damaged and severely damaged, so that the Taoist heart no longer exists, and the consequences will be disastrous!
Ling is really a smart man. He doesn't need to repeat some words a second time, so he can naturally understand the meaning of the old man and understand the pros and cons.
Every time when faced with an ordeal, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to get rid of the fear in his chest. He couldn't get rid of it completely, but he could get rid of as much fear as he could.
Ling Zhen has also made many attempts.
For example, at night, before entering the sword realm, he slapped himself hard several times until his face turned red and made him dizzy. He repeatedly emphasized that he must not be a deserter. How could a man from the Ling family be a coward?
Warning to myself, this practice must be better than the last time.
Otherwise, you will be wasting your time, practicing in vain, and suffering in vain, and you will be sorry for yourself and your mother!
This is Ling Pu, the supreme owner of Shenshan Villa, who is Ling Zhen’s biological father.
The old vassal king, who was so powerful in the Splendid Dynasty, had conquered the world of martial arts, and even the nine-fifth-year-old Emperor was wary of him, took the initiative to find his only son.
The feudal king Ling Pu smiled warmly, stretched out his hand, and gave Ling Zhen something as a gift to encourage him for his hard work in seclusion and self-cultivation over the past few months.
It was a golden ruins bracelet that contained the secret realm of Guixu. The bracelet was gilded and covered with bloodstains. There was blood in the gold, and gold seeped into the blood.
This bracelet, and the Gui Xu that it contains, are called the War God Gui Xu in full, and the secret realm in that place is simply called two words - "God of War"!
Within the territory of Guixu, there are countless souls of those who died in battle and heroes on the battlefield. Most of the ghosts were transformed by people who died at Ling Pu's hands and were detained there.
After Ling Zhen got this bracelet and learned about the characteristics of Guixu, he teased his father about whether this thing might be too evil.
With so many souls of the dead in his mouth, his body is really thin and his bones are thin, and he has thin arms and legs. Will he be unable to control himself and be eaten back by them?
After hearing this, Ling Pu, the owner of the village, smiled and said that my father gave you this bracelet so that you can use the souls of the dead as "whetstones" and "stepping stones" to sharpen your physical strength and improve your physical endurance. Injury capabilities.
The old vassal king is back, Zhen'er can enter this place in a hurry and return to the ruins. Wait until your spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, earth and the five elements have entered the highest level, and when the spiritual energy roots in your body are complete, it will not be too late to enter and practice again.
If you do it too hastily, it may not be beautiful!
Ling Zhen put the God of War Ruins Bracelet on his wrist and accepted his father's suggestion.
In the following days, the young man invested more energy and time in training and upgrading the last earth-level spiritual root.
He worked hard and worked hard, sacrificing all the remaining time of his life, leaving nothing behind and not willing to waste it.
The state of being fully devoted to practice is quite similar to the "retreat" in the past four years.
I have learned my own lessons from the past, and I know that I can get through it and get through it.
Then there is no obstacle, just keep moving forward
If one day can pass, then one year can pass.
If one year has passed, then three years, isn't it the same thing?
What's there to be afraid of? !
More than half a year has passed, and the hard work has paid off. Ling Zhen's "water spirit root" has finally reached the level of creation, and the five elements are finally complete.
The five true energy root veins with different attributes are all filled with abundant spiritual energy, and they have all reached the highest stage - the spiritual root end!
For the first time, Ling Zhen, who had perfected his five spiritual powers, entered the War God Ruins Bracelet alone and came to the Zheng Ruins Secret Realm called the Battlefield Martial God.
Entering the secret realm, as far as the eye can see, there is an extremely majestic and domineering heroic spirit Dharma.
Wearing a mysterious helmet, precious armor, and a battle robe, there is a huge fantasy pagoda in his right hand, which is full of light and dazzling splendor.
It has the appearance of a mighty god general, floating in front of it at a low height from the ground.
It's thousands of feet high, and it's hard to see the top of it even if you look up. Under its feet is endless rolling yellow sand!
Ling Zhen knew in his early years that his father, Ling Pu, known as the "Human God of War", had a different physique from ordinary monks and warriors.
The biggest difference is that Ling Pu does not have the Yin God and the Yang God, but in his body, he has nurtured an invincible war spirit, the "unparalleled general" King Tota!
Holding the pagoda in hand, the king is here.
Ling Zhen secretly wondered, could the giant statue in front of him be his father's heroic spirit?
Or maybe some kind of soul differentiation is not necessarily the whole story.
Wang Faxiang, who was majestic and as big as a floating mountain, slowly stretched out one hand and grasped the exquisite pagoda held in his other hand.
Holding the tip of the tower, he held the giant tower with his fingers and floated high in the air.
Then, at a speed that was not too fast, but for the people below, it was extremely fast and coercive, he lowered the pagoda onto the yellow sand land.
boom!
Ling Zhen didn't even have time to evacuate and was trapped at the bottom of the Gaseous Exquisite Tower.
Immediately afterwards, whining sounds suddenly sounded from all directions.
The source of the sound is not from the tower, but from far away, extremely far away!
The young man in green robes who was covered at the bottom of the tower saw with his own eyes countless ferocious ghosts and ghosts, rushing towards them from far away from all directions in the form of real spirit bodies.
Flying over, the soul's spiritual energy flutters at an extremely fast speed, no matter how far apart they are.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of souls of the dead arrived at the foot of the exquisite gaseous tower.
They were all crowded outside the tower, with no way of entering.
The "ghosts", using spiritual energy as their killing power, began to launch a crazy offensive against the pagoda.
All the spirits and ghosts clenched their hands, punching and kicking the towering tower, and beat them continuously!
Although Ling Zhen was lucky enough to be inside the tower, those fists with sufficient spiritual energy hit the tower one after another, and the "aftermath" they brought was enough to cause great suffering to the young people in the tower. .
Although he was protected by a huge tower, he would not suffer any fatal injuries, but the power of those ghostly fists spread to Ling Zhen's body, which made him feel pain at the moment, and he was determined not to be killed by a flying sword in the sword realm. Come easy.
A little more than that, but nothing less than it.
Or maybe, it’s a completely different kind of pain and suffering!
Those powerful forces penetrate from the outside into the inside, and the Gang Qi sweeps across, layer upon layer, endless, and there is no break at all.
The strong wind destroyed the body, and the fist force smashed the flesh.
Ling Zhen only felt it all over his body, and no part of his body from head to toe was no longer hurt.
The real pain is so great that life is worse than death!
As time goes by, there are more and more ghosts outside the tower, and the killing power of the fist energy has naturally become more powerful.
Being surrounded and beaten by many dead souls is like being trapped in a battlefield and surrounded by tens of thousands of cavalry. Only the invincible battlefield swords can break through the encirclement. Otherwise, they will have to be completely crushed and killed by the cavalry. This is the end!
The Linglong Pagoda is not in danger.
The young man in the giant tower felt that he was about to be beaten to death.
After holding on for about a stick of incense, Ling Zhen reached his true limit. He controlled the Ruins bracelet on his wrist and left the God of War to return to the Ruins.
After arriving outside, Ling Zhen didn't even have much strength left to stand up straight, so he sat cross-legged and secretly used his inner strength to heal himself.
The injuries brought out from the territory of Guixu do not damage the foundation of the avenue, but can actually enhance the level of his body and body.
There are many benefits and very few harms!
At least this is the case for Ling Zhen, who has the Qinglong True Qi to protect his body.
After a while, the young man stood up, staggering as if he was drunk, walked out of the house, and came to his courtyard.
In the silence of the night, the cold moonlight fell from the sky to the courtyard, full of silvery frost color.
In the courtyard, Ling Zhen stood alone.
The young man in green robe raised his head and looked to the east.
According to reports, the alien continent called "Shuanghan", where a large number of Bingyou people live, is located in the east of the Vast Blue Continent.
Suddenly, Ling Zhen pulled out his sword Ji Le, held it in his hand, used the sword as a pen, and deeply carved two big characters on the flat floor tiles of the courtyard - "Revenge"!
Just now in the Return of the God of War, he was resisting all attacks from fierce ghosts and spirits, training his body like crazy, as if there were thousands of enemies surrounding him, and he couldn't even breathe for a moment.
In fact, since her mother passed away, Ling Zhen has been suffering from chest tightness and shortness of breath, which is quite uncomfortable.
That feeling probably has nothing to do with the physical body. It is a kind of spiritual oppression and restraint, and it is absolutely difficult to completely break free.
Three years since the end, what will happen after three years?
Ling Zhen, who had finished carving the word "revenge" in the courtyard, raised his neck and looked at the starry night sky. He remembered that when he was a child, his late mother Yao Ying once lived with him. Every time a relative passed away, it would turn into a star on the side. Shining in the world.
The stars shine brightly, and they are the relatives who have died, thinking of those below.
The stars are twinkling, so how many undeserving people must have left this world prematurely?
Will those people in Guixu who were beaten to death by Ling Pu turn into stars in the sky after their death?
Ling Zhen sighed, but a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, his eyes were resolute, as if there were two stars embedded in his eyes.
Holding the sword upside down, stand upright.
The night wind blew the young man's hair at the temples, and the sleeves of his green robe were fluttering, making him very romantic.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looking relaxed and calm.
Ling Zhen has already thought about what he will do after observing his three years of mourning.
So what if we are at war with a country?
Mother's revenge must be avenged. This is filial piety and righteousness.
Since what you are planning is about filial piety, there are no taboos, and you must do it despite all the difficulties and dangers.
You can make those ten thousand blades!
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On the same day of the same year, Hanlanzhou.
On top of a large mountain covered with snow all year round.
At the top of the mountain, there was a huge formation and crowds of people, with a total of 10,000 people gathered here.
There are exactly ten thousand men, no more and no less, that is exactly ten thousand men.
They are all strong men with martial arts skills or have never practiced martial arts, but they are tall and muscular.
In order to collect this amount of ten thousand yuan, the owner of this snow mountain probably spent a huge amount of financial, material and time, and planned hard for half a year.
The old mountain master spent so much time and effort, but only he knew his purpose.
There is only one, very simple and pure, without any twists and turns or bells and whistles.
That is to give his son a title that is "very lacking!"
The warriors who came to the top of the mountain today were a huge crowd, numbering in the tens of thousands. Without exception, all of them had fists so strong that they could kill ordinary people with ease.
They gathered here, all willingly, extremely happy, and very happy in their hearts.
Just because these people have some knowledge and have long heard the method of "leaving the East with martial arts", most of them have already made up their mind to come to this mountain to use martial arts to stabilize their realm and improve their cultivation, so that their own pair of The fist that was already hard enough became even harder and more powerful!
A great thing is about to happen now.
The owner of the Snow Mountain with the surname Dongfang didn't know what he was thinking. He generously offered money. As long as they were willing to come, he would give them money and martial arts for free. They could take whatever they wanted.
When such good news spread, everyone rushed to grab that spot.
After all, there are only 10,000 people, and one more person is not enough. The number of people is really limited, and everyone is afraid that if they go late, they will miss this precious opportunity.
After all the heroes came to Shi Po Jingshan.
The peak of the snow-capped mountains did not become noisy because of so many people.
On the contrary, it was very quiet.
Just because those men all kept their mouths shut, waiting for the arrival of the mountain master Dongfang Xiuwu.
And during the waiting process, everyone is quietly absorbing the rich luck at the top of the mountain, and using as much as possible for their own use, as much as they can get, after all, they are all earned with blood!
Just as everyone was greedily squeezing the mountain's spiritual energy and warrior energy, not far away, a white shadow quickly approached.
The man's figure was electric, and his steps were as fast as possible. He looked like a rainbow in the snow, or like a nimble and cunning rabbit in the white sand.
Running towards the location of ten thousand people.
Without giving anyone any time to react, a man in white was already approaching.
Killing intent is coming!
The group of people who faced him at the front had the worst luck and were the first to suffer disaster.
A punch shot straight out, causing a huge shock.
More than a dozen burly men were hit by the strong energy on the spot, and they were thrown into a state of embarrassment.
Several of them vomited a lot of blood on the spot, turned their eyes white, and fell unconscious.
After throwing out the first punch, the man in white said loudly: "No matter what your purpose is, you trespass on my property and steal my martial arts fortune. You are guilty of a serious crime and should be killed!"
Then he punched out several more times, cutting through the formation and breaking the armor.
Dozens of people were hit in the body by the domineering fist, and fell down on the spot. They were crippled and injured, and could no longer stand up.
White clothes penetrate the crowd, like tigers, wolves, and young lambs piled high
With each punch and move, he knocked hundreds of men to the ground with ease, like crushing ants beneath his feet.
No matter how hard the opponents resisted, after taking a firm blow from the man in white, they all collapsed, like boneless people!
The snow was stained with blood, eye-catching.
Face to face such a powerful and unparalleled master who attacks ruthlessly.
Who would have the thought of competing with him?
Doesn’t this make it clear that you are looking for death?
Please, if you want to die, you should find a better place. What does it mean to come here and be killed instantly with one punch...
I don't know who in the crowd shouted out - "That guy is Dongfang Jibai, the son of Dongfang Xiuwu!"
After saying this, those at the back who couldn't clearly see the battle ahead had pale and pale faces, similar to the color of the snow on the top of the mountain, without the slightest trace of blood and luster.
The East is white...
Is it that Dongfang Jibai, a giant of the human race with extraordinary martial arts talents, who is known as the one with the highest fortune in the field of boxing for thousands of years? !
No one told me before coming here that I would have to fight with this kind of person!
Thousands of people had expressions as if they were mourning, and they all ran away, scurrying around in panic, and ran as hard as they could down the mountain, scrambling to get ahead.
The man in white clothes was like a ghost, and he kept chasing after him.
With each punch delivered, the penetrating power of the power was extremely astonishing, and at least a thousand people were beaten until they were half dead, falling down on the snowy slope.
Toshihiko in white was determined to take advantage of the victory and pursue the enemy, killing all those who were fleeing, leaving no one alive.
Suddenly, a rich, powerful voice of a middle-aged man rang out from the heart of the white-clothed young man whose eyes were red with murder: "Don't chase after the poor criminals, just stop here."
The man in white, who had reached the peak of his boxing skills and whose movements were as fast as lightning, stood still as instructed and stopped chasing people.
The voice rang again, and only the young man heard it on the top of the mountain, "Thousands of people regard you as a ghost. My son Jibai's boxing skills are so powerful. He has made great progress. In my father's opinion, he is already that person." You have the noble demeanor of a clan leader! That’s gratifying, congratulations!”
The young handsome man, who was elegant in white clothes and had an extremely handsome face, straightened his back, held his fists, and bowed in a certain direction to thank his father for his heartfelt praise.
Immediately, he stood up straight again, with no expression on his face.
The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, the facial features are peaceful, and he is still speechless.
To him, things like winning or losing, victory or defeat, and other things that the other monks value very much, don't seem to be of great value and are not too important.
His ambition was actually much greater than Shi Pojingshan's master Dongfang Xiuwu imagined.
a lot of.
The jade tree stands in the snow, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
The human race has gods, and military luck depends on the east.
On the top of Xuefeng Mountain, except for him, there is no one left who can stand upright and taller than Dongfang Jibai!
I bear the burden of thousands of people
I have no worries
