Although the cultivation has reached the soul-nurturing stage, the victory is still unyielding. After all, the road of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat! If you don’t want to retreat, you can only endure loneliness and loneliness, and maintain your integrity every moment.
Practice.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
Early this morning, Chang Sheng woke up from his training. After saying hello to Yan Long, he controlled the Five Elements Spirit Sword, crossed a sudden wave, and headed towards the outer door. The Five Elements Spirit Sword was higher in rank than Huoyun.
There are too many swords, and nothing can be seen elsewhere. But in terms of the flying speed of the sword, it is like a world of difference!
If flying with the Fire Cloud Sword was like a flying bird before, then flying with the Five Elements Spirit Sword now is equivalent to flying with the speed of light. There is really no comparison in terms of speed. Although the Five Elements Spirit Sword doesn't take long to warm up, it can't be done yet.
Wherever his arm directs him, he can still perfectly demonstrate his advantages in flying.[
Go through the teleportation array to the second floor, and then go through the steps to the outer hall. Along the stone corridor, you come to the place responsible for receiving guests, and wait quietly.
It has been ten years since we were separated from Zifeng. Chang Sheng sat on a chair, recalling all the past ten years and recalling the ups and downs. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Although ten years are a long time for a monk, there are
It may be just a flick of the finger. But for Chang Sheng, it has an unforgettable memory.
Sinking into the recollection of memories, Chang Sheng forgot about the passage of time. He also did not notice that a middle-aged man who was missing a leg and was leaning on a cane. His face was full of vicissitudes of life. He entered the hall and was watching with tears in his eyes.
Own.
Ten years ago, Zifeng and Chang Sheng met for ten years! Then Zifeng left the Fire Cloud Sect and secretly investigated all kinds of information about Chang Sheng's father. He often made surprise attacks on some of the Bailing Sect disciples who were out. After many secret investigations and interrogations,
Finally, I learned the fact that Chang Sheng’s father was imprisoned in the Bailingmen dungeon.
Just when Zifeng lurked at Bailingmen and planned to sneak into the dungeon to rescue Chang Sheng's father, his identity was exposed. Although he escaped in the end, he was seriously injured. He even broke a leg! When he escaped back to his residence, he was completely disappointed.
.If he hadn’t still thought about the ten-year agreement with Chang Sheng, Zifeng might have taken his own life! After all, Zifeng had not yet reached the soul-raising stage, and his body would be broken unless Zifeng could obtain the best spiritual elixir.
Come to heal, otherwise there will be no chance of cultivating to the soul nourishing stage in this life.
The ten-year appointment was approaching, and Zifeng rushed to the Fire Cloud Sect alone. He met Chang Sheng and fulfilled a wish in his heart. But on the way, he heard a shocking news! A Fire Cloud Sect alchemist
The disciples of the inner sect of the peak have been cultivating to the soul-nurturing stage at the age of less than seventeen! They are known as the leaders of peerless monsters!
Although these news shocked Zifeng at the power of the Fire Cloud Sect, Zifeng, who had fallen into despair, still didn't pay much attention! But when Zifeng heard that this young man who had broken a series of monastic records, this young man who was known as peerless
When the evil boy was named Chang Sheng, Zifeng was immediately horrified and speechless.
In the ensuing journey, Zifeng was even more attentive about the past experiences of "Chang Sheng". Adding the actual age of "Chang Sheng", Zifeng was sure that this young man named "Chang Sheng", this
The young man who created a series of monastic records is Chang Sheng, the son of an old friend who was dying in his arms ten years ago and was less than eight years old!