Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, one level of mountain is one level of heaven.
However, at the moment when you are about to escape, you will always feel unspeakable fatigue. Only by breaking through this mentality can you see your true appearance and appreciate the true peak scene.
The same is true for viewing mountains, and the same is true for building mountains.
And now Yang Ning has reached this kind of threshold. Only by pushing through can he appreciate the real scenery.
Boom!
Another hammer fell, and Yang Ning felt as if his sea of consciousness was shattered. The severe pain kept Yang Ning on the verge of collapse.
This kind of pain goes deep into the bone marrow and penetrates the heart.
Even though Yang Ning had the perseverance of two lifetimes, he still felt something close to despair.
The foundation was so deep that it was completely ignited all at once. Even Yang Ning felt that something was beyond his expectation.
But at this moment, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.
The moment you ignite it, there is no way out. Only success can escape this crisis.
The steaming clouds, accompanied by bursts of clouds and thunder, continue to sublimate under the double light of the sun and the moon. This is a luxurious scene, no matter what kind, it will arouse the envy of practitioners.
But at this moment, Yang Ning was in dire straits, without any awareness of this aspect, and his soul was even on the verge of collapse.
It had only been two or three blows, but it was like this. If it had been dozens of blows, wouldn't he have been beaten to death by himself? At this moment, Yang Ning finally realized the misfortune brought about by a deep foundation.
It's almost purgatory and mind-blowing.
But he had no way out, because the hatred of Tiandaozong was like a bloody spear, deeply rooted in his heart, making Yang Ning almost breathless. Only by constantly getting stronger could he have a chance.
The Seven Sons of Tiandao could kill him, but Yang Ning did not dare to be careless because the Tiandao Sect's supreme treasure, the Tiandao Book, had not been opened.
That is a treasure that can shock the forces of the entire continent, and no one can match it.
Although it only exists in legends, Yang Ning, the master Ning who was at the peak of his previous life, knows that it is not a legend, because he has felt that kind of power before, and it is extremely terrifying.
Therefore, Yang Ning has no regrets at all. He has built such a deep foundation and even feels slightly inadequate.
Boom!
Like a dull drum beating in the sea of consciousness.
Roaring and vibrating continuously, a trace of flame was tempered in the sea of fire.
It is very shrunk, almost indestructible with a snap of a finger, like a newborn baby that can be destroyed at any time due to any weak external force.
It turns out that the person next to him just now died like this because of this.
Yang Ning also finally understood why the person's spirit and spirit were there but lacked Qi. This was because the soul fire was very fragile when it was born. If you were not careful, your soul would be extinguished.
Yang Ning did not dare to make any big moves at all. She concentrated her mind and carefully protected the small flame. In the flame, she continued to absorb the energy of the flame and let it grow stronger.
Little by little, without any excess, keep feeding.
Time seemed to have stood still. In the sea of consciousness, there was no movement for a long time. There was only a vague mind that continuously absorbed energy for the small flame and allowed it to grow in the weakest places.
Cultivation is boring, and in the boring, sublime yourself, this is the path of the cultivator. Since you choose, if you don't progress, you will perish.
The operation of Ling Tian Jue has gradually slowed down. With the birth of the small flame, Yang Ning began the continuous feeding stage.
From the birth of the soul fire to the actual ignition of success, this is an extremely long process. No one knows when it will end. It may be short-lived or long-lasting, and it varies from person to person.
In the sea of consciousness, with the birth of the little flame, a lot of brilliance seems to be added, shining with brilliance, as weak as the wind.
But this small flame is the fate of the cultivator. Withering and dying means death.
Yang Ning has fed him countless times, but every time he feeds her, it seems like everything has disappeared, and the little flame has not changed at all, as if it has stopped there.
what happened? Could it be said that this soul fire can still mutate? Yang Ning had experience in his previous life, but after dozens of times, he felt different.
In my previous life, because of the guidance of my master, I had a smooth journey. Even if I made a breakthrough like igniting the divine fire, my master would protect me well. But how could it be so difficult for me to break through on my own? Is there something wrong there?
Yang Ning was doubtful, but her mind controlled the flames in the sea of consciousness and continued to extend towards the small flames.
Ignite one's body and calcine it with flames. This is a process that cannot be stopped, and it is also a rigorous and long process that cannot tolerate any mistakes.
Above the 80th floor, all the white fog disappeared at this moment, as if it was a premonition and an inevitable result. The surrounding scenery gradually became clearer. The sun and the moon shone together, becoming more and more dazzling, as if bathed in holy light. Yang Ning Continuously sublimate in it.
At this time, Chen Yan, Yang Zhen and his party also arrived in front of the mountain gate.
"The sun and the moon shine together?" It was the first time I saw such a vision. Even though Chen Yan had a gentle personality, he was not calm at all. How many people have had such a vision in ancient times, but today I saw it.
No wonder his master asked him to bring the divine fire disk. It turned out that his master already knew everything here.
"Yang Ning..." Yang Pi whispered softly, but there was no response. No change could be seen on his handsome face.
"Quick, senior brother, put the sacred fire plate in." Yang Zhen urged urgently, feeling the aura on Yang Ning's body, which was in danger of disappearing at any time.
"Okay." The yellow cloth bag appeared. The yellow cloth was removed, revealing the true appearance of the Divine Fire Plate, a plate covered with secret patterns, with array patterns lingering in the middle, flowing continuously.
Chen Yan threw it out directly.
The divine fire disk seemed to be full of spirituality. It instantly felt where it should go and came directly to the top of Yang Ning's head.
A soft light shone down, full of sacredness, and enveloped Yang Ning.
"Who is this person?" Chen Yan was puzzled, because Yang Zhen, who is a tyrant, is so urgent, so he must not be an ordinary person.
"We grew up in the same village." Yang Zhen explained.
But it added a lot of mystery, leaving Chen Yan speechless.
What kind of village is your village? How come there are so many monsters? Chen Yan was speechless, but the great disciple of the Wuyin Sect was not a false disciple after all, and his thoughts soon stabilized.
"Your village is really..."
However, the words suddenly stopped because he felt an uneasy feeling.
"Sword Intention, Swordsman?" Even though he has a gentle personality, he is not calm anymore. Is it true that such a monster attracts like? Chen Yan looked back at Yang Zhen, who looked happy, and was speechless.
With the addition of the Shenhuo Pan, Yang Ning's state seems to have changed slightly.
The holy light is still shining, and the soft light continues, bringing life to Yang Ning.
The breath that is about to die out gradually begins to revive, just like the flowers blooming in spring, and the results gradually begin to appear.
Yang Ning didn't know the arrival of several people from the outside world. All his mind was immersed in the sea of consciousness, and the hammer of the mind fell again.
Yang Ning wants to seek change and stimulate regeneration in the midst of stability.
boom!
The dull sound emanated from Yang Ning's body again, shaking the entire mountaineering path.
The spiritual power was absorbed crazily, and the surrounding three-foot radius was swept away.
Within Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, the small flame seemed to have finally gained momentum, and gradually began to grow, constantly absorbing the surrounding flames.
The dull sound, accompanied by bursts of screams, made Yang Ning wake up. His mind kept gathering and began to provide nutrients to the little flame.
The small flames were stirring, jumping in the sea of fire around them, and they began to grow, growing little by little.
Gradually, he began to blend with Yang Ning's soul.
The soul is pure, but blending with the small flame is a very painful process, even ten times more painful than tempering the body.
The integration of flame into the soul is to allow the soul to continuously transform, not to mention that this small flame is the essence of the flame.
The small flame burned quietly, but the moment it entered the soul, a sudden burst of cold sweat poured down Yang Ning's body, like raindrops.
sough……
Like a heavy downpour, the entire bluestone steps were wet.
"ah……"
The voice was full of misery, echoing throughout the entire mountaineering trail.
This is a tremor from the soul that can be fatal.
Only by going through this inhuman torture can cultivators see the great path and go further in their cultivation journey.
The veins are bulging, and you can even see the blood flowing, clearly visible.
And Yang Ning's eyes suddenly opened following this scream, and the pupils even seemed to be dilated.
This kind of pain is enough to break a person's psychology, making people get lost and collapse...
"Keep it..."
Yang Zhen held Qin Ningyi's hand and couldn't help but tighten it. Even Qin Ningyi could feel the sweat in Yang Zhen's hand, cheering for Yang Ning.
Qin Ningyi had met Yang Ning, and it had a profound impact, because at that time Yang Ning could not practice, and he looked like an ordinary person. But now, he looks like a vision with the sun and the moon shining together, with a sword that reaches the sky, and an ordinary person. An unreachable foundation, this is enough to be called an evil talent.
Perhaps his cultivation level may be slightly lacking, but a swordsman, a practitioner with an extremely solid foundation, cannot be underestimated in terms of combat power.
"Hold on..." Yang Pi was also encouraging Yang Ning, hoping that Yang Ning would ignite the divine fire and truly embark on the road to becoming a strong man.
Chen Yan, who was next to the two of them, felt surprised in his eyes, because this disciple of Yang Ning's Sword Sect had such a foundation, once the divine fire was ignited, his combat power could be described as terrifying.
A village, three geniuses, a place like this is mysterious and unpredictable. Chen Yan even wanted to ask Yang Zhen, is this a place where geniuses gather together?
However, Chen Yan held back, after all, everyone has their own secrets. However, Chen Yan didn't know that there were only four people left in the village where so many geniuses gathered, and he had already seen three of them.
"Ah..." It lasted for a long time.
Yang Ning's breath began to be erratic and elusive.
But from the screams, it can be judged that the pain Yang Ning is experiencing at this moment is definitely unbearable for ordinary people.
Yang Zhen knew this very well. Although the body refining liquid back then was very painful, Yang Ning did not scream like this at that time, let alone drip with cold sweat and wet the entire eighty-story bluestone steps.
Time passed little by little, but Yang Ning's pain continued, with no intention of stopping.
At this moment, suddenly the sound of bells came from the mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Is the competition of the five factions about to begin?"
Chen Yan said to himself, because at this moment, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi were all focused on Yang Ning and had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
"It's finally begun." Nestling in Yang Zhen's arms, Qin Ningyi felt a little awkward, but she felt very comfortable and looked towards the mountain with her beautiful eyes.
But he didn't move, because his man would never move at this moment, because his brother was at a critical moment.
When Chen Yan saw that the three of them had no reaction, he could only leave a few words and rush towards the mountain.
The competition between the five factions, held once every five years, finally begins with the sound of bells.
