Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Eighth: Falling into the Abyss (9)
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With Xiong Heng's eyes, how could he not see that Linghu Heng has undergone a radical change? The heaven is as crystal clear as jade, his eyes are introverted, and he has already half-stepped into the realm of returning to nature. Needless to say, it must be on that jade slip.
The benefits gained from it, but it was a pity that after he went in, he didn't get any benefits at all, all of them were taken up by this kid. Thinking of this, Xiong Heng felt regretful and distressed at the same time.
Linghu Heng looked at Xiong Heng's unwilling and helpless look, and snorted coldly: "Old madman, how do you think my cultivation level has increased so much? Hum, to tell you the truth, I narrowly escaped death before, and it was you who replaced me.
, I’m afraid the bones were swallowed and I don’t even know what happened!”
Xiong Heng also snorted coldly, showing his disbelief. Linghu Heng immediately told the story about the emperor. Of course, he concealed the fact that the fairy world was in chaos, because he knew that if he told it, the world would definitely be in chaos. Xiong Heng first returned the message.
He thought Linghu Heng was talking nonsense, but the more he listened, the more shocked he became. He was stunned for a while. How could the various miraculous methods of heaven in Linghu Heng's words be achieved by ordinary people? Xiong Heng already believed it in his heart.
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After recounting his experience of fighting wits and courage with the Heavenly Dao, Linghu Heng said: "Old madman, I advise you to put your mind aside and think about how to join forces with me to break out of the Demonic Abyss. That is the right way."
How could Xiong Heng not understand this truth, but how could he swallow this sigh of relief when such a good opportunity was taken by this kid? He couldn't help but punched the black mist and shouted: "I'm so angry."
!" After saying that, under the agitation of the fist wind, he actually threw dozens of punches in an instant, which only caused the fog to disperse and the strong wind to roar.
Although Linghu Heng knew that Xiong Heng was venting his anger, he was secretly shocked: "Although this old madman's cultivation has dropped a lot, looking at his power, you can only imagine how powerful he must have been in his heyday!"
But at this time, the red mist was already looming in sight, and Linghu Heng couldn't help but remind him: "Old madman, the red mist is coming!"
After Xiong Heng vented his anger, he felt that the tightness in his chest had been relieved a lot, and he said in a low voice: "What are you yelling about? I can't see it?"
Linghu Heng said coldly: "I'm just afraid that your boat will capsize in the gutter. It's true that a dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart."
Xiong Heng let out a "poof" and said, "When did I ask you to be kind?"
Linghu Heng knew that he had nothing to say, so he ignored him and began to concentrate on dealing with the red mist that even Xiong Heng was afraid of. Suddenly, the black mist under his feet rolled and rolled faster and faster, which was unusual. From the mist,
Wisps of bright red blood emerged and rushed towards the two of them.
Seeing the surge of blood mist, Xiong Heng frowned and said, "Boy, I won't be able to protect myself later, so you should be happy for yourself!" Linghu Heng said coldly: "You'd better take care of yourself.
, I don’t need you to worry about!”
Xiong Heng laughed "hehe" a few times and said nothing, quietly waiting for the blood mist to arrive.
The blood mist came so quickly, and within a short while it was already approaching three feet in front of the two of them. The two of them had no way to retreat. Above them was the Nine-Nine Xuantian Demon Entrapment Formation. If it went any higher, it would definitely affect the Qi.
The opportunity struck, causing thunder to strike down. Faced with a dilemma, he could only rely on his own cultivation to resist.
Not long after, the blood mist invaded close to them. Linghu Heng and Xiong Heng opened their spiritual power shields at the same time, carefully controlling their spiritual power to fight against the blood mist.
But for some reason, Linghu Heng always felt that there was a will in his heart, as if the blood mist was an excellent close partner. Linghu Heng was shocked by himself, because he knew that it was the same when he absorbed the purple energy from the east.
, could it be...
He couldn't allow him to think too much, but the blood mist had already begun to swallow up Linghu Heng's spiritual power shield, and the speed was not slow! Linghu Heng frowned, carefully filled the gaps in the spiritual power shield, and asked: "Old man
Madman, how long will this blood mist last?"
Xiong Heng glanced at him and gloated: "Hey, maybe one or two days, maybe three or four days, it depends on your luck!"
Linghu Hengxin said: "At this rate, my spiritual power can last for two days at most. If the blood mist lasts for three or four days, won't it turn into a pile of bones?"
At this moment, another extremely strong abnormal movement came from Linghu Heng's strange pupils. Linghu Heng thought: "Instead of waiting to die, it is better to give it a try. Maybe there is a way to survive!"
Thinking of this, Linghu Heng overcame his fear of the blood mist and quietly opened a small crack in the spiritual power shield, allowing the blood mist to seep in. Since his back was to Xiong Heng, Xiong Heng did not notice this scene.
After the blood mist entered the spiritual shield, it was not as violent as expected, but circled around Linghu Heng's body very docilely, as if observing something. Linghu Heng thought: "Hey, there's something going on!
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At this time, Linghu Heng carefully opened the special pupil. The blood mist started to beat excitedly like a child that had found its mother, and headed straight for Linghu Heng's special pupil. Linghu Heng felt uneasy, for fear of an accident.
.But what was unexpected was that the blood mist was like a clear spring water. After flowing into his eyes, there was no abnormality. On the contrary, Linghu Heng felt that his vision seemed to have improved a lot in the blood mist!
After receiving the benefit, Linghu Heng still did not dare to be careless. He quietly opened the spiritual power cover a little more and let in a little more blood mist. As expected, after the blood mist was absorbed by him, he did not feel any discomfort from it.
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After such an experiment, Linghu Heng became bolder and began to stay away from Xiong Heng. After all, everyone has to keep some trump cards for themselves. Xiong Heng also noticed Linghu Heng's strange behavior, but he didn't say anything more.
After all, the blood mist had just begun. He just looked at it all with cold eyes and muttered a few times: "You don't know how to live or die!"
Linghu Heng snickered secretly, how could such an opportunity be tolerated by ordinary people? I'm afraid that even the bones and dregs would not be found under the blood mist. Xiong Heng was an example.
He carefully controlled the amount of blood mist entering and began a joyful journey of absorption.
Time passed minute by minute. Although there was no sun or moon in the Demonic Abyss, it still took one day. Perhaps Linghu Heng’s strange pupils were too heaven-defying, so the blood mist slowly faded away.
, it looks like it will disappear soon.
Linghu Heng looked at the fading blood mist. Although he felt regretful in his heart, he was still happy. After all, there seemed to be nothing in the Demonic Abyss that could kill him.
Xiong Heng also noticed the fading blood mist and muttered: "Grandma, damn it, this blood mist usually never dissipates every two or three days. Why is it that the blood mist becomes much weaker when this kid comes?"
?Is this kid really my lucky star, and all hope of getting out of trouble lies with him?"
After another hour or two, the blood mist finally "dissipated", and Linghu Heng's strange eyes returned to normal. Although it was a bit regretful, this was an opportunity that could only be encountered, and how many people could encounter it?
After thinking through this section, Linghu Heng's mood no longer had any disturbance.
Xiong Heng also put away his spiritual shield, and when he looked at Linghu Heng, he couldn't help being surprised. Because he saw that Linghu Heng's cultivation seemed to have improved a little bit, and he was jealous and envious at the same time, and said
: "If I had such qualifications back then, why worry about not being able to ascend to the immortal world?"
Linghu Heng secretly laughed: "No matter how powerful you are, if the Ascension Pool is destroyed, you will definitely not be able to ascend." But this sentence can only be said in the heart, otherwise Xiong Hengzhi might go crazy when he says it.
The pursuit of goals for half a lifetime has lost its meaning. Even the most determined person will collapse, right?
Xiong Heng looked at Linghu Heng in disbelief, and after a while he said: "Good boy, if you really are there, maybe we can go out in less than ten or twenty years."
Linghu Heng smiled and did not explain anything. He just said: "I just thought of a way. If we can fully understand the way of heaven, wouldn't the hope of breaking the formation be greatly increased?"
Xiong Heng was also misled by Linghu Heng's words, thinking that Linghu Heng could only be so diligent because of his understanding of the way of heaven, so he said sourly: "The understanding is in your mind. If you deliberately say something wrong, wouldn't it be a big misfortune for me?
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Linghu Heng immediately explained Tiandao's understanding of "Tao", which made the old devil feel very excited and envious.
Don't underestimate the understanding of Heavenly Dao. Although he is not as good as his junior disciple, how can Fuxi's disciples be comparable to ordinary people? Even a few words, Xiong Heng is a demon cultivator, it is also of great benefit to him.
His cultivation is like a guiding light.
Xiong Heng saw that Linghu Heng had told everything without hiding anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little grateful in his heart, and said in his heart: "If this is said, Yuan Shen can also be cultivated, and it will be easy for me to regain my former strength. But after all, Yuan Shen is Yuan Sheng.
God, not the flesh, is always inferior to others."
After Linghu Heng finished speaking, he asked: "Old madman, how much have you understood?"
Xiong Heng said honestly: "Although I was confused before, I still understand a little more than you kid. But when you finish speaking, my mind seems to be confused. What I understood before, I don't understand now, and what I didn't understand before
, I seem to understand a little bit now. Damn it, it’s your kid who’s causing harm to others!”
Linghu Heng smiled and said: "I'm just talking. You heard it yourself, and now you have to rely on me. It's really thankless."
Xiong Heng smiled bitterly and said: "I need to meditate now to digest your nonsense. If I can understand one or two, it will be of infinite use and will be of great benefit to my future cultivation."
Linghu Heng also agreed: "I also need some time to digest these things. The memory of that bullshit Tiandao is too messy and complicated. My mind is still confused now. I hope nothing will happen."
At that moment, the two of them had decided on a plan and each entered meditation practice. This delay actually lasted more than three years.
Linghu Heng and Xiong Heng, an old man and a young man, a demon and a friend, are like friends but not friends, like enemies but not enemies. However, they are wary of each other and have to compromise with each other, maintaining an extremely delicate relationship.
On this day, the blood mist rose again. Linghu Heng spent half a day absorbing the blood mist, which made Xiong Heng extremely depressed. After all, why was the blood mist that took away his body so unbearable? He couldn't even imagine that it was...
What is Linghu Heng doing behind the scenes!
Xiong Heng put away his spiritual shield angrily, sat cross-legged on top of the black mist, and said: "Your kid has made great progress in cultivation, I'm afraid he will soon enter the Mahayana period?" (My novel "The Art of Heavenly Eyes" will be published on the official WeChat account.
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