Inside the blacksmith shop.

The people in Lingjiazhuang were sent back by Ling Zhengnan, leaving only Ling Zhengnan, Ling Tiexin and Ling Jianchen.

Ling Zhengnan sat on the main seat, looked down at Ling Jianchen, was silent for a while, and said, "Jianchen, I have confirmed that you are dead before, why..."

Ling Tiexin, who was standing beside him, also stared at Ling Jianchen.

Before, Cheng Ruoxue and his daughter were present, but they did not ask, but now they expressed their doubts.

Resurrection from the dead?

This is a legendary thing!

It's indeed here!

Ling Jianchen's heart moved. Fortunately, he was prepared and said calmly: "Grandpa, father, actually, when his martial soul was deposed by Li Tianlong and hung above the gate of Sanyan Town, I was hit by lightning. It made me fall into a state of fake death, and it was not until I woke up!"

"Thunder strike?"

Ling Zhengnan was stunned.

Ling Tiexin's eyes were shining and said in a deep voice: "I have heard that some strong men have obtained the supreme inheritance due to various adventures, and there is a thunder strike among them. Could it be that the thunder that hit Jian Chen is a similar adventure?"

Ling Jianchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Tiexin with surprise.

He didn't expect that his father in this life would have such a vision, but in this way he would save himself from explaining, and nodded immediately and said, "Father, as you said, since I woke up, there has been more inheritance in my mind."

"There is no way out for everyone, and the ancients really did not deceive me. It's just..."

Ling Zhengnan stroked his gray beard, looked at Ling Jianchen's gaze with regret, and sighed: "It's a pity that Jianchen, your martial soul has been destroyed, and you can't practice again in this life. Otherwise, with this adventure, your future achievements will definitely be extraordinary!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Tiexin's eyes were also gloomy.

However……

Ling Jianchen said, "Grandpa, father, in fact, among the information I have received, there is a way to restore the martial soul!"

"What?"

"So you're serious?"

Ling Zhengnan and Ling Tiexin stood up together and looked at Ling Jianchen with horror.

Ling Jianchen nodded: "But, if I want to restore my martial soul, I need a lot of blood from monsters and some medicinal materials."

Because of his talent in his previous life, his practice was beyond reach. Although his martial soul was deposed in this life, it was not difficult for Ling Jianchen, who could trust his fingers to guide the God Emperor. However, there were some methods needed to be prepared, which he could not do at present.

The only way is to rely on the power of Lingjiazhuang.

not to mention……

When Cheng Ruoxue left, he also said that three months later, Li Yunzhi, the third young master of the Li family, would come to the Cheng family to propose marriage. With the tempers of Cheng Ruoxue and his daughter, they would never let Lingjiazhuang go.

Three months.

Ling Jianchen must improve his strength as much as possible, and even enhance the strength of the entire Lingjiazhuang if the situation allows!

after all.

With the strength of Lingjiazhuang, if you want to compete with the Tianlong Gang, it is like a mayfly shaking a tree and a mantis arm is driving a car.

certainly……

To help Lingjiazhuang improve its strength, the first thing is to have enough strength.

Ling Jianchen said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, father, I have obtained a volume of martial arts from the thunder inheritance. This martial arts can restore my martial soul and quickly improve my cultivation. Three months is enough to restore my Ninth Level of the Yuan Refining Realm, or even break through to become a martial artist in the True Yuan Realm!"

hiss!

Ling Zhengnan and Ling Tiexin took a breath.

After three months, I will recover to the ninth level of the Yuan Refining Realm? Even if I break through to the True Realm?

You must know...

Even though Ling Jianchen was once the first genius of Sanyan Town, it took several years to go from no cultivation to the ninth level of the Yuan Refining Realm.

But he said it only takes three months?

Ling Zhengnan sat upright and said in a deep voice: "Jianchen, how sure are you?"

"Ten." Ling Jianchen said seriously.

"Is it ten percent? If you can recover your martial soul, with your talent, you will have great hope of joining the Qinghuo Army in Qinghuo City. If you can join the Qinghuo Army, even the Tianlong Gang will not dare to attack my Lingjiazhuang again."

Ling Zhengnan's eyes were shining, and he slapped his thighs suddenly and said in a deep voice: "I, Ling Zhengnan, will give you this old bone to fight with you. Jianchen, tell your father directly what medicine you need, and the clan of the Lingjiazhuang support you. As for the monster blood clan, there are ten barrels in the monster blood clan, and you will be asked to take them over later. In addition, I will organize a hunting team to go into the mountains to hunt monsters and hunt blood for you!"

While talking.

Ling Zhengnan was in a hurry and left the Blacksmith shop.

Ling Tiexin looked at Ling Jianchen with complicated eyes and said quietly: "Jianchen, tell me what medicine you need, and I will get it for you!"

"Father, I need the earthly dragon grass, the star flower, the heartbroken ginseng..." Ling Jianchen listed more than 30 medicinal herbs with knowledge.

Ling Tiexin silently wrote it down and nodded, "Okay, I'll get it for you for my father!"

Not long.

Ling Tiexin returned with her medicinal materials and ten barrels of blood from monsters. He handed the medicinal materials and blood to Ling Jianchen, grabbed a spear, put on a big bow, and instructed him: "Jianchen, the leader of the clan has mobilized the whole village to go into the mountain to hunt the blood of monsters for you. Don't let us down!"

At the door...

Several tribe members who helped transport the blood of the monsters shouted to Ling Jianchen: "Boy Jianchen, come on!"

"Our Lingjiazhuang depends on you!"

"Father, uncles and uncles, don't worry, I won't let you down!" Ling Jianchen said seriously.

Everyone laughed and turned around and left.

Looking at the departure of everyone's backs, Ling Jianchen clenched his fists: "No matter who it is, don't even think about hurting my tribe members!"

Close the door, Ling Jianchen looked at the ten barrels of blood of monsters in front of him, and his eyes were filled with light: "I created two supernatural magical skills for Destruction and Xingchen, "The Book of Destruction" and "Stars and Silences", and created two peerless divine emperors, but I always think that these two magical skills have flaws. I have been trying to create a more powerful and perfect martial art "The True Sutra of Ten Thousand Daoes of Nirvana". Although it has not been truly completed, I have a feeling that it will be a peerless magical skill that can allow me to take that last step. In the last life, I failed to complete you. In this life, I will practice you personally, let you and me step on the top of martial arts together and fight against the Nine Heavens!"

Ling Jianchen took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, smashed the medicinal materials into the blood of the monsters.

Then he threw himself into the first big vat filled with blood.

"The way of heaven is impermanent, the way of thousands is invisible, the way of thousands is silent, the eight desolate surrenders, transcends the five elements, and overtakes the cycle of reincarnation!" Ling Jianchen silently recited the mantra of the "Ten Thousand Ways of Narcissitudes" in his heart. The blood of the calm monster suddenly turned into blood-colored thin lines and rushed into his body crazily.

hiss!

Ling Jianchen's body shook violently.

The thin blood-colored thread pierced into his body like countless poisonous steel needles, which was extremely painful and heart-wrenching, but Ling Jianchen gritted his teeth.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours...

As he persisted in the operation of the "Ten Thousand Ways of Nirvana", the blood of the monsters in the bucket was constantly swallowed away.

When the fifth barrel of monsters was exhausted, Ling Jianchen suddenly burst out with a rich blood light. Two balls of light burst out in his eyes, and a low roar exploded like thunder: "Ten thousand ways of silence, transcend reincarnation, use my body to sacrifice my blood, and reshape the martial soul--"

boom!

A loud thunderous sound came from his body, and the blood-colored thin lines transformed from the blood of countless monsters gathered towards the Dantian wildly. Under Ling Jianchen's control, Huanhuan condensed into a brand new martial soul.
Chapter completed!