The mighty Yuan Power enveloped the entire valley, and Ling Lin entered seclusion again. He did not swallow the blood of heaven now, because Ling Lin knew that after he understood the power of these four emotions, he could break through to immortality in one breath.
The best choice for him is the realm of immortality. And when he breaks through to the realm of immortality, swallowing the blood of heaven in one fell swoop allows Ling Lin to take a big step directly into the realm of immortality. This is Ling Lin
Lin thought about it for a while and came up with the best method.
Although he was awakened by the sudden vibration of the devouring oven in seclusion before, his comprehension of the power of "anger" could only be abandoned halfway. But after all, he had been comprehending it for dozens of days. At this time, Ling Lin began to comprehend it again.
There is a feeling of things coming naturally.
During the retreat, as time passes, especially under the influence of the power of time, the flow of time around Ling Lin has reached more than double that of the outside world. Fighting with people and fighting with the sky, in order to fight for that glimmer of life, Ling Lin must
Seize every opportunity that can improve your strength.
The opening ceremony of the sect has ended. Although there was an interlude in the middle where the evil spirits were raging, it was precisely because of this that Ling Lin's appearance not only solved the embarrassing situation during the disciple ceremony, but also brought the Shenzong's prestige to its peak in one fell swoop.
Outside the valley where Ling Lin was retreating, two figures appeared at some point.
Jun Yu stared at the valley covered by Yuanli, with a look of expectation on his face, "When he ends this retreat, he should be able to reach the realm of immortality."
"It's so rare for a monster to be so diligent and diligent. It's really shameful." He Xudao shook his head, and after a while, he sighed, "What a great blessing for the sect!"
"Haha, Shenzong has been silent for so many years, and we have endured it for so many years. It is indeed time for a great revival." Jun Yu's eyes flashed with light. He looked up at the rich purple aura that enveloped the entire Shenzong, "The general situation has come to an end, so
Luck, God truly bless the Divine Sect."
At this time, the purple energy above Shenzong was much richer than at the opening ceremony. The rich purple energy transformed into a miniature version of Shenzong, which looked extremely magical.[
Spring passed and autumn came, time flew by during practice, and before he knew it, the small valley where Ling Lin was located had been covered with flying snow several times.
In the middle of winter, the weather is freezing, everything is withered, and only snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Almost all the five sects are covered by a heavy snow, even Shenzong is no exception.
White snow surrounded this secluded valley that looked like a human place layer by layer. Outside the valley, the accumulated snowflakes were enough to reach the knees of ordinary people. In the vastness, a thin white figure walked from far to near, stepping on
With snowflakes on his face, he walked towards the valley step by step.
"Alas..." Before anyone arrived, a soft sigh came from afar. Feeling the powerful energy still covering the valley, and the motionless figure sitting cross-legged like a statue, Su'er sighed
He took a breath and looked a little depressed, "It's been four years, and brother Ling Lin hasn't finished the retreat yet."
Today's Su'er is no longer as petite as she was four years ago. As time goes by, the little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old has grown into a graceful figure. She has a beautiful face, a proud talent, strong strength, and a gentle personality.
, Su'er's name has gradually spread within the Shenzong in the past four years, and has become the object of admiration for many disciples in the Shenzong.
But gentleness does not mean closeness. Although Su'er has no airs, only those who know her well know that there is a long distance under that faint smile. However, the distance is just that those people have not entered her heart, and
Su'er knew that it would be difficult for her to forget the young man who once turned the tide when he was weak and led them all the way to the end.
"Brother Ling Lin, wake up quickly. Su'er misses you." The soft voice drifted into the silent valley along with the flying snow. Su'er stood quietly outside the valley for a while,
Until the white figure seemed to be embedded with the flying snow in the sky, Su'er's body trembled slightly.
"I hope that next year, Su'er can see Brother Ling Lin's figure." He raised his hand and took a piece of snowflake. Without wrapping it with Yuan Power, Su'er felt the faint coolness when the ice and snow melted in his hand.
He turned around and walked away, looking a little lonely in the ice and snow dressed in white.
After all, Su'er's wish was not realized. When the snowflakes started flying again next year, the figure that many people were looking forward to still did not come out of this silent valley.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate. Although Shenzong is like a fairyland, the strange thing is that the four seasons are still clearly reflected here. The alternation of the four seasons makes people feel the passage of time day by day.
In terms of the first four years, another four years have passed.
In the past eight years, many figures have appeared outside the valley where Ling Lin is located.
There are Li Xuan, Zhuge Nie, the grateful elders Yanyue and Qingyan, and some juniors who came here because of their fame. In the eight years of Linglin's retreat, Shenzong has made rapid progress, with countless talented monks and new
The rising stars are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Young, frivolous, and fearful. However, there is a name that is as deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Shen Sect disciple as a legend - Ling Lin!
This is a living legend. Although not many of Ling Lin's deeds have been spread, each one is enough to amaze many monks, and even become the goal they pursue throughout their lives. Even the Dali where Ling Lin stayed in his early years
Dynasty, Dark Realm and other places have become places where many Shenzong disciples rush to go. Because there are the footprints left by this legend. [
"It's been eight years. This little guy is so rude when he goes into seclusion. He actually made us wait for more than eight years." Outside the valley where Ling Lin was, there were two more figures.
Yanyue is still dressed in fiery red clothes, looking extremely dazzling. Next to Yanyue is a young man with a delicate face and bright spirit. If Ling Lin wakes up from seclusion at this time, he will see the young man beside Yanyue.
You may not even recognize him anymore. In fact, the great elder Qingyan today has changed so much compared to when Ling Lin first saw him. It's like a dead tree blooming with spring, and his originally lifeless body is now filled with surging vitality.
"You guy." Looking at Yanyue beside him fondly, Elder Qingyan said with emotion, "If it weren't for brother Ling Lin, we two would never have such a beautiful life now. I really want to thank Ling Lin."
Brother Lin.”
"Well, I want to thank you very much." Hearing this, Yanyue changed her previous appearance and said solemnly. Although she usually didn't say it out loud, Yanyue still felt sorry for Ling Lin for rescuing her from the Ninth Temple.
Keep it firmly in mind. To her, this is no less than giving her a new lease of life.
"Ling Lin doesn't know when his retreat will end. Why don't we build a few houses next to this valley? This way we won't have to run back and forth all the time." Yanyue turned her eyes and suddenly said.
, "Look, the scenery around here is also pretty good."
"That's very good." Elder Qingyan nodded.
Ever since, outside the quiet valley, a few more huts and two figures were added.
When the third fourth year was about to come, the great elders Yanyue and Qingyan, who were sitting in front of the hut, suddenly looked shocked. They suddenly turned around and looked into the valley intently, with a trace of emotion on their faces.
Not only that, many monks in Shenzong who had been paying attention to Ling Lin's retreat situation also felt the unusual aura permeating from the valley at the same time.
"Ling Lin is about to wake up." Yanyue said in surprise.
call……
The moment Yan Yue's words fell, a mighty wave of Yuan Power suddenly swept out from the valley. At the same time, an unusually depressing aura suddenly rose from the hearts of all Shenzong monks.
I don't know when, a dazzling black light appeared in the starry sky above Shenzong. The black light flickered, and even many monks in the Broken Realm felt a deep palpitation, as if there was only a trace of this black light.
If you come, you can destroy them all in an instant.
"Immortal catastrophe!" Jun Yu raised his head and looked at the frightening black lights that gradually began to condense in the starry sky above Shenzong. There was an indescribable feeling of shock on his face. Not to mention a monk in the Broken Realm, even if he was a monk in the Broken Realm,
When he saw these black thunders, he felt a deep fear. Because even Jun Yu himself didn't know if he could escape completely if he faced these black thunders, or even if he could.
Cross over.
You must know that Jun Yu's cultivation at this time has far exceeded the ordinary monks in the Immortal Realm. Even he is so frightened, let alone other people.
"Is this still an immortal catastrophe? Why is it so terrifying?" Jun Yu's heart was palpitating, so He Xudao immediately started to tremble. Because he discovered that these weird black thunders definitely have the power to destroy him. The immortal catastrophe he experienced back then
Compared with this black thunder, it was dozens of times weaker. This made He Xudao a little suspicious. Did Ling Lin survive the catastrophe of immortality?
The black thunder does not condense quickly, but every time it condenses, there is a trembling feeling. And the higher the cultivation level, the stronger this feeling will be. On the contrary, some monks who only have the Yin-Yang Realm, or even the Cave Void Realm do not have it.
What a feeling.
"He is indeed a monster. This kind of immortal catastrophe can completely turn a monk in the immortal realm into ashes. Only a monster like him can survive it." Zhuge Nie raised his head and stared at the Yue above Shenzong.
The black thunder is getting stronger and stronger.
Twelve years have also allowed him to reach the peak of the Broken Dao Realm from the middle stage of the Broken Dao Realm, and he is not far from the Immortal Realm. Therefore, Zhuge Nie still knows a lot about the Immortal Tribulation. But Yi Ru
Zhuge Nie had never heard of this immortal catastrophe in the current condensed state. He shook his head. He could only blame it all on Ling Lin's abnormality.
If people are abnormal, Lei Jie will naturally become abnormal as well.
In the center of the silent valley, a figure that had not moved for more than ten years suddenly opened its eyes.