Looking towards Xiaoyu, Chen Lian took Fang Yanying to the north. The boundless scorched earth formed by the thunder catastrophe set off the loneliness of the two figures. It was not until the two of them were no longer visible in the clear eyes like autumn water that they closed their eyes.

Not long ago, she was unpredictable for life and death. Now that she has passed away, I don’t know if she can get it back. People are in the sea of ​​suffering in the world, floating and sinking. She smiled faintly, and the divine light was hidden in the sky. No matter what she was sinking, she should continue to do what she should do, and reorganize the Luo Sect. She has to give Tianmeng a color to the woman, otherwise what is the divine power?

Fang Yanying beside Chen Lian, perhaps he didn't know that the unfathomable uncle, would face the most dangerous decisive battle in his life.

But suddenly there was a storm all over the sky. Fang Yanying looked at the uncle, unconsciously feeling a bad premonition in her heart, but she pressed her heart down.

Fang Yanying and Shi Shu Chen Lian headed north all the way. After walking for three months, the surroundings gradually became bitter and cold.

Even though she achieved success in the invisible sword technique, she was not inferior to her master back then, but after all, she was still flesh and blood. The bitter and cold evil spirits around her gradually invaded. Although they were not fatal, they also made people feel uncomfortable.

She was very pure in practicing swords, and she was still very repulsive of these bitter and cold evil spirits. After a while, she had to use the sword energy all the time to drive away the harmful cold evil spirits. After three months, she couldn't help but be haggard.

However, the uncle had a different situation. As he walked northward, his skin became more and more crystal clear, his whole body became more and more cold and lonely, his words began to become less, and his gentle smile gradually faded.

They didn't rush to travel at night. Uncle Master slept with her on a cold night, often holding a sword and looking at Ziweiyuan in the north of the night sky. She always felt that the Xinghua of Ziweiyuan would flow towards Uncle Master.

This time of night is also the most comfortable time for her. She has been competing with the special environment in the north during the day and feels quite tired. Although the night is cold, the uncle holds a sword and silently, which makes her feel a special aura, making her full of blood and blood lively and fresh as if she is in a hot spring.

She guessed that the uncle had a special technique to train his body, or that was the difference between the true person of Changsheng and the people in the nine realms of cultivation like them.

Nowadays, the surrounding mountains are becoming more and more majestic on the road, and the leaves of the plants are becoming thinner and thinner, like countless sharp swords, both vast and sharp.

She realized this natural environment and gradually adapted to the weather. As the invisible sword energy flowed, it became faster and more sharp.

I also encountered demon spirits on the way, but they were all solved by her. Uncle Master's sword was always wrapped in cloth strips, and I had no idea what the sword looked like.

She was very curious about why the uncle's sword was not placed in the universe in her sleeve, and she had also asked.

Uncle Master said: The universe in his sleeve can only be a dead object, and this sword is alive.

She was quite strange and continued to ask, even if the algorithm has spirituality, it is not a living thing. Why is this sword considered a living thing? Fang Yanying did not continue to ask the uncle, but thought about it himself.

Until one night, she used the sword technique and suddenly seemed to break a barrier. Her spiritual sense spread all over the surroundings and heard a breathing sound. It is hard to describe that breathing sound, which seems particularly melodious, but it is a little heavy. Her spiritual sense goes to the breathing sound, and then "see" the sword of the master, and she understands that it is the breathing sound of the "sword".

Breathing is naturally a living thing, and the breathing rhythm of this sword made her unable to forget it after hearing it. The next day, she unconsciously changed her breathing to the breathing of the divine sword in her impression.

Of course, the breathing of the sword is the most suitable for the sword. She was originally a human being, but under the rhythm of breathing, her physical constitution gradually changed. In the past, she used sword energy and it took a process, but gradually she activated the sword energy faster, like lightning and fire. When the thoughts arose, the sword energy appeared, silent and extremely sharp.

The mountain spirits and wild monsters along the way, without exception, died happily under her invisible sword energy.

After all, she is still human and has human nature, so she really hopes that her uncle can see her progress and praise her. Before she knew it, she has regarded Chen Lian as her second master.

Unfortunately, Uncle Master was very silent and speechless, but the mountain spirits and wild monsters swallowed the essence of heaven and earth, and the flesh was extraordinary and very refreshing, which was used to satisfy her and Uncle Master’s desire.

She also discovered that Uncle Master had a good cooking skills, and he randomly turned into a stove, creating fire in the void, and some strange tableware that could be created out of thin air. Uncle Master said at that time that this was nothing. Most truly brilliant figures could be created in the backhand, and the left and right were just things that consumed vitality and the five elements.

At that moment, she finally realized the power of "Immortal". In addition to pursuing swordsmanship like a master, she yearned for the true life of the immortality.

She knew that her combat power was already very high and her cultivation was deep enough, but she understood that the true man of Changsheng was a common obstacle for cultivators in the world. Many geniuses with celestial abilities were blocked outside the door, and even before her master disappeared, she had no way to enter her.

In front of the gate of Changsheng, there are thick white bones, which is by no means false.

"Uncle Master, there is a city in front of you." They walked on the uninhabited wasteland. They had rarely seen other living creatures these days. Suddenly, they saw a majestic city a hundred miles away.

As Fang Yanying walked up a small hill, she burst into her eyes.

The bitter cold here is even more serious than the place she passed by a few days ago. She is a person with cultivation and is not very adaptable at the beginning. Therefore, it is strange how the people in this city survive. I believe that living here must be full of unexpected sadness. Whether it is food, water or other supplies, it has caused great difficulties in the inheritance of bloodlines.

Chen Lian suddenly said, "Yanying, how long have we walked in total from the perspective of killing?"

Fang Yanying said without hesitation: "A total of three hundred days, a full ten months."

Chen Lianyouyou said, "Did you not have dreamed and practiced again in these ten months?"

Fang Yanying nodded and said, "That's true."

"Actually, there should be one, but when the abnormal movement arises, it immediately disappeared. I think it was because of me that this was an opportunity for you, but it was destroyed by me, so I will find a way to make up for you later." Chen Lian said leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Fang Yanying knew it was the matter of Sword's breathing, but she didn't expect that there was such a reason, but why did the uncle mentioned this?

Chen Lian continued: "After this period of practice, you have stabilized your foundation that has been shaken by leaps and bounds. Now I want you to enter that temple to get something."

Fang Yanying was stunned and said, "That's a temple."
Chapter completed!