About a quarter of an hour later, Jin Yan found that there was no pain at all and she felt great. She moved her hands and feet and regained her flexibility, "Thank you!"
Ling Tian shook his head, "You have made great progress." Ling Tian was a little surprised at Jin Yan's progress. In just a few months, he had already understood the first level of Haotong's Nine Wills, but among them should be
It must be Qingmo’s contribution.
He was really wrong about this. Qing Mo was of no use except for a little motivating effect. The biggest contribution was made by Bai Ziyin.
"Does this count as a big improvement? Then when will I kill that snake spirit just now?" This revenge must be avenged! Damn it, if Ling Tian hadn't arrived, she would have been insulted by the man named Si Wu.
"Instant kill?" Ling Tian didn't understand this word.
Jin Yan quickly explained, "It means to kill the opponent instantly so that the opponent has no chance to resist."
"I see, this word is quite new." Ling Tian smiled, "He is a five-hundred-year-old snake spirit. If you want to kill him instantly, it will probably take ten years to reach the third level according to normal cultivation requirements."
Hearing this, Jin Yan's eyes widened and she unconsciously raised her voice, "What? Ten years! Are you kidding me?" When she got excited, her true nature was revealed, and she was stunned by her exaggerated expression. Although she didn't have much contact, she still
He thought that Jin Yan should be a more elegant girl, but now she looked completely different.
"Do you think cultivation is that simple? It took him five hundred years of cultivation to achieve what he has achieved now. You have achieved it after ten years of cultivation. Why are you still not satisfied?" Ling Tian's voice was gentle and clear, which was very different from Qing Mo's voice.
Qing Mo's voice is always deep at times, and his intonation sometimes rises and sometimes drifts, making it difficult to control.
Jin Yan pursed her lips. It would take ten years just to do this. Then when would she be able to deal with Qing Mo? Will it be impossible for her whole life? She suddenly felt very frustrated.
"Are you discouraged? The journey of cultivation is inherently long, don't be impatient." Ling Tian said patiently, to them, ten years is really nothing, it passed quickly, and Jin Yan's thinking
Not on the same level.
"Okay, I'll calm down." Jin Yan said in a low voice.
Will he wait until he is a lot older to achieve some small achievements? What's the point? Qingmo will still be like this now, and I feel depressed just thinking about it.
"You should practice well, I'll leave first." Ling Tian stood up and prepared to leave.
Jin Yan quickly grabbed Ling Tian's wide sleeves with quick eyes and hands, "Wait a minute, don't fly yet." It's a struggle to deal with gods. They disappear at every turn and can't be found at once.
Ling Tian tilted his head, which was slightly tilted recently, like a peony blooming in the fairy mist, noble and misty.
"What's wrong?" Ling Tian looked at Jin Yan puzzled.
"Well, I just want to know how to contact you in the future." She finally found a good-tempered backer and had to hold on tightly. She felt that she couldn't do it on her own, so she might as well use external help.
Ling Tian didn't expect Jin Yan to be so direct. He couldn't help but ask, "Why did you contact me?"
"You are a god. It's hard for a mortal like me to get to know a god. Of course I have to maintain a good relationship, right?" She felt ashamed. When did she become so shameless?
"Ah Mo is also a god." It can be said that there are many gods around Jin Yan now, and Bai Ziyin is also a god, so this reason is a bit far-fetched.
Jin Yan could only laugh dryly, "Haha, it's different!" I don't know how to explain it, so let's just say that Qing Mo is more like a god than a demon. It would be more appropriate to call him a demon king.
(One persistent thought) Reader, don’t go too far and ask me to die one after another. You must be sick. Why don’t you die yourself! Living is a waste of air, and dead is a waste of graveyards!