In the hall, Nian Wanyun and the others looked up at the landscape painting replaced by killing and blood, and remained silent for a long time.

"The flow of time seems to be different on both sides. This is already the fifth wave. He must have spent more than one or two hours." Nian Zhoufan suddenly said.

They just looked at the projection, watching Yu Ling kill thousands of infantry, hundreds of cavalry, a group of strange beasts, and some strange creatures, until now he and several huge golden armors

People fight.

"For him, at least many days have passed." Lan Yu said with narrowed eyes.

Nian Wanyun sighed softly and said: "I have to admit that if I were inside, I might have died long ago. Even if I didn't die, I would probably have a mental breakdown."

Nian Zhoufan said coldly: "This young man's achievements in the future will never be lower than yours and mine, and even... will be even higher."

"Uncle Huang wants to kill him?" Nian Wanyun asked.

Nian Zhoufan said calmly: "This person is not something you can control."

Nian Wanyun was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "He is still needed for this trip to the barren mountains. Let's deal with it after the matter is over."

"The question now is, how long will he kill? These treasures can't be taken away, and we can't leave," Lan Yu said.

"Let's wait a few more hours and see." Nian Wanyun was calm.

And Yuling, who was in that strange space, was still going through the cycle of killing again and again.

What he has to do is very simple, just kill all living creatures so that he can survive. It doesn't matter whether the objects of killing are humans, beasts or some weird things.

Anyway, he has figured out the rules. This space will not let him die easily. The enemies that appear are not ridiculously strong. After killing a batch, white light will heal him.

As for the passage of time...that doesn't matter anymore.

In this situation where he only used his mysterious power to fight, Yu Ling completely gave up his reliance on all acquired powers. All he could rely on was himself, his own body, and his original mysterious power.

As the body was washed away and reborn, Yu Ling finally understood the importance of profound strength as the foundation of spiritual practice. If the body is weak, how can the meridians withstand the surging spiritual power? If the body is weak and sick, how can one meditate?

Cultivate soul power and maintain a strong spirit?

Essence, energy, and spirit come from the same source, forming a trinity. Without the most basic physical body and profound strength, the latter two are impossible to talk about, just like the string of zeros appended to the "one", no matter how long they are, if you take them away

The first "one" has no meaning.

Why are the three major systems called Qi Refiners, Holy Soul Masters and Ancient Warriors respectively? The glory of warriors in the distant ancient times has gradually declined now. No one is willing to do that hard work and expend so much effort. However, this is completely

It is a wrong choice that will destroy your future.

Yu Ling can be sure that those who do not practice mystical power at all and do not pay attention to their bodies will never be able to reach the highest level. Perhaps few people in Feng Ling Star have broken through to the Fusion Realm in the past few thousand years, and it is not only due to the suppression of the seal.

, it should be the result of people not paying attention to warriors and not caring about the cultivation of mystical power.

Not to mention pushing Xuan Li into the blood coagulation realm, but at least a solid foundation should be laid, and it cannot become the missing link.

Thinking of this, Yu Ling was very grateful to Rong Chen for leading him on the path of ancient martial arts.

Why not work harder? The cultivation of Xuanli is by no means a waste of time, but for the more distant future.

Blood flashed in his eyes, but Yu Ling's mood was neither sad nor happy, but immersed in inexplicable feelings and understanding.

He was like a chrysalis in a thick cocoon, slowly transforming into a butterfly under the baptism of killing and blood.

Reincarnation is endless, but all the loneliness and fatigue cannot invade Yu Ling's mind.

But as long as he has a breath, he will never fall.

Whether it's a day, a month, or even a year.

This long period of killing will eventually become a stepping stone to the top, helping him to climb up the stairs step by step, gradually approaching the blood coagulation realm that was originally very far away.

However, the blood coagulation realm is by no means the end.

The path of cultivation has no end.

The enemy who finally appeared in front of Yu Ling turned out to be himself.

Come on, only by defeating yourself can you complete the final sublimation and transformation.

Without fear or hesitation, Yu Ling tightly grasped the black sword that she snatched from an enemy and rushed towards the identical figure opposite.

Even the movements of the two are exactly the same.

"Dang!" The blades clashed, the cold light was as bright as the bright moon, and the sparks bursting out illuminated their eyes.

Yu Ling did not retreat even an inch, and the opponent remained motionless.

Mysterious energy surges like a great river, merging into the vast sea.

Then the power of the ocean poured out from the tip of the knife, like a scorching sun, or like a gorgeous Milky Way.

Put down all the baggage, ignore all gains and losses, just have a hearty battle.

There is no conspiracy, no tricks, no calculations or shrinking, just a decisive swing of the long knife to create a bright universe, a bright starry sky, and a brand new world.

The long sword trembled, and the heaven and earth buzzed.

The last trace of profound energy shone from the light of the sword and penetrated the heart of the person opposite.

The identical man also inserted the long knife into Yu Ling's body at the same time.

The severe pain in his heart seemed to be separated into another distant world. Logically speaking, this was a fatal injury, but the temperature of Yu Ling's body did not cool down.

The white light swayed down again, as if a lover's gentle fingers gently touched the scar, and all the pain melted away, leaving no trace.

No one appeared anymore, only a ball of white light integrated into Yu Ling's body, dormant quietly in the Dantian.

Yu Ling's emotionless face finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

Although Nian Wanyun and the others forced him into this place and it actually made him successful, this account must be settled carefully.

The next moment, the world collapsed, and Yu Ling, dripping with blood, returned to the grand hall full of rare treasures.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Nian Wanyun still had a gentle smile on his face.

Yu Ling looked at him quietly for two seconds, and Nian Wanyun looked away unnaturally, unable to look directly at the sharpness in Yu Ling's eyes.

It was an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood, and the souls of injustice screamed loudly. Nian Wanyun felt that his whole body was cold and his scalp was numb, as if his mind would collapse if he looked at it one more time.

He vaguely felt that the Yuling now was completely different from the Yuling before.

Yu Ling didn't answer his question at all, but just took care of herself and collected many treasures in the hall into the spiritual ring.

He now understands that the endless killing just now was both a test and a blessing. However, because his strength is only at the peak of marrow cleansing after all, the treasures that can be taken away after passing the test are also very limited.

But even so, what Yu Ling took away was far more than a hundred pieces of high-grade sacred jade.

Nian Zhoufan couldn't help but stare: "Can you take away these treasures of heaven and earth?"

"You want it?" Yu Ling showed a slightly mocking smile.

Lan Yu coughed twice slowly, as if to remind Yu Ling not to be too arrogant.
Chapter completed!