Ling Han suddenly discovered that his willpower had improved significantly during the two days here.
It is difficult to cultivate the spirit. Even if there are corresponding techniques, the power of heaven and earth can only be transformed into secret power and cannot improve the spiritual power. Therefore, one can only rely on oneself to polish it bit by bit and slowly improve it.
But here, those heads kept tempting them, and in the process of confrontation, his willpower was also extremely tempered, and his progress was extremely obvious.
"If my will was made of clay before, now it has been refined and turned into bricks, making it obviously stronger."
Ling Han was very happy. This improvement was not a quantitative increase, but a qualitative change.
"I'll stay here for a few more days."
"I never believe that one path can determine a person's destiny."
"Even if I am not the first to complete the imperial journey, or even the thousandth or ten thousand to complete the journey, as long as I gain something, I will be worthy of this journey."
"Being strong yourself is the strongest way."
"This does not determine my fate!"
Ling Han continued to sit cross-legged, not caring about who would be the first to complete the imperial journey.
What's the point of rushing through it? He becomes stronger on this road. This is the kingly way.
The head kept making sounds of temptation, but Ling Han resisted with all his strength. In this contest, he continued to sharpen his will, and his mental strength became more and more tenacious.
From mud to bricks, from bricks to stone, from stone to iron, from iron...I have sharpened my edge and can cut through the world.
At this time, the heads stopped making noises and staring at him. They all closed their eyes, as if they had suddenly lost interest in him.
Hey, keep going!
Ling Han looked at the tree and started to provoke: "Hey, hey, hey, don't sleep. How dare you sleep if you are so ugly?"
If this were a normal person, he probably wouldn't scold him back, or at least give him a roll of his eyes, right?
But these heads were not real living beings. They had no emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Each of them seemed to be dead, and they paid no attention to him at all.
Ling Han continued to provoke for a while, but with his ability to hurt others, he was unable to anger these heads at all, which made him deeply frustrated.
"My skills are still not good enough. If it's Lao Hei..."
Unfortunately, the big black dog is not here.
Ling Han shook his head, reached out to grab a falling leaf, and strode to the river.
He threw the leaves into the river, then jumped and landed on the leaves.
Logically speaking, with his cultivation level, he could make his body as light as a feather, completely weightless, but when he stepped on the leaf, the leaf suddenly sank, and the river water suddenly reached Ling Han's ankles.
at.
Fortunately, it didn’t go any further.
The problem is that the river is rolling, rushing downwards with Ling Han, but there is no sign of crossing it.
Ling Han thought of leaving a message on the stone tablet, using faith as motivation.
He immediately raised his will and pushed the leaves across.
His will was already strong, and he had been tempering it in the past few days, reaching an astonishing intensity. Even in this strange river, it also played a role, pushing the leaves to start crossing.
All around, the faces of people were nostalgic when being washed by the river. They all stared at Ling Han with resentful eyes, as if to say, why don't you need to be dragged into the river and suffer what will never happen?
Stop the torture?
They wanted to drag Ling Han into the water, but the leaves of eternal life were emitting a faint light. These lights had a powerful deterrent effect on human faces, making them afraid to take a step beyond their reach.
Ling Han firmly believed and ignored these faces, and did not consider at all whether he would be torn into pieces by these faces if the "boat" capsized.
He had only one idea, and that was to cross the river.
His journey is like a river of stars. How could a man who would become an emperor in the future end up here?
The river was turbulent and grimaces were roaring, but Ling Han completely ignored it. After tempering his will over the past few days, he seemed to have gained a new lease of life.
It's close, it's close, the other shore is right in front of you.
At this time, a faint light suddenly appeared on Ling Han's body.
Ling Han had a feeling that his body was undergoing earth-shaking changes. Although his cultivation level had not improved at all, it seemed to be completely transformed. The world seemed to have changed its color.
He saw the rules of heaven and earth materialized before his eyes, as if he could turn one or even several rules at will with just a slight stretch of his hand, or turn them into an indestructible spear, or an incomparably strong shield.
"Huh?"
He felt a little itchy on his face, and when he rubbed it, a layer of old skin actually came off!
At the same time, he also felt that his bones were itching, and bone fragments were discharged from the pores of his skin.
God, he is really reborn!
Ling Han was shocked. He had cultivated every realm to perfection, even breaking the limits again and again. In addition, he had practiced the Tianlong Emperor Art. No matter which realm he was in, he should be perfect.
However, he can actually be reborn and evolve even more perfectly.
this!
Ling Han understood that this was a qualitative change on the spiritual level. His spiritual perfection affected his physical body, making him even more perfect.
The other shore, returning to the sun, the second life.
Ling Han suddenly realized that after the ghost crosses this river, he will be able to obtain a body of flesh and blood and start a second life. Since he is not dead, he naturally cannot start a second life, so he just makes the soul body perfect.
He couldn't help but grin. This road was indeed dangerous, but the opportunities were also amazing. Otherwise, what kind of medicine would he need to cultivate his soul body so perfectly?
The other shore has arrived.
Ling Han jumped up and landed on the river bank. Looking back, the faces of those people showed unwillingness, as if they were about to rush out of the river one by one and drag Ling Han back.
But they were completely unable to escape the shackles of the river. Amidst the roaring waves, they were mercilessly washed downstream.
Ling Han looked away. In front of him was a plain, with a large number of people running and flying, but no one looked at him.
Hey, why aren't you surprised?
Wait, what about the sound of the river?
Ling Han was surprised. He turned around again. This time, he was shocked.
Where did the river come from?
There is also a plain behind him. Where is the river?
No wonder no one cares about him. Although he appears out of thin air, there are so many people here and everyone is rushing forward, so who would care about him?
Well, if no one cares, then no one cares, he doesn't care anyway.
Ling Han followed the crowd and took a look at their cultivation and qualifications. He was sure that those who came in now were not even as good as the Taoist level.
Obviously, these people's turn came after the emperor's sons and Taoists had finished.
Ling Han has changed his appearance. In fact, his soul has evolved perfectly. Even if he doesn't change, few people will be able to recognize him.
Soon, a canyon appeared ahead, and in the canyon, huge axes were cutting and dancing horizontally, covering the entire canyon.