The first thousand two hundred and seventy-seventh chapters of the road of cultivation
Chapter 1,277
Ying Huanhuan looked down at her right hand. At this time, the originally white little hand had become crystal clear, looking like a piece of thousands of years of black ice. On it, there were ice patterns like flowers engraved. She held her palm slightly, feeling the terrible power surged in her right hand, but her eyes became more and more complicated.
It's a very familiar power.
"well."
A sigh sounded behind her, Ying Huanhuan turned her head slightly, and then she saw the Lord of Darkness standing behind. She looked at Ying Huanhuan's crystal-like little hand and smiled bitterly, not knowing whether to regret or be happy.
"Fortunately, just one arm has changed a little." Ying Huanhuan smiled at the Lord of Darkness and said.
The Lord of Darkness approached, and the slender jade hand held Ying Huanhuan's clear little hand like black ice. A terrible cold air suddenly came from her palm. Even with her strength, she felt a tingling pain in her palm.
"Once this power is released, it will gradually spread out and finally spread to your whole body. Then you will have to be the same as before." The Lord of Darkness murmured.
Ying Huanhuan was silent for a moment and said, "Don't worry so much. Maybe even if that power is restored, I can still maintain my mind."
The smile on the Lord of Darkness's cheek was a little bitter. She had seen what the result of Ying Huanhuan's use of that power back then. Her emotions seemed to be completely frozen, and the ice was cold, making people feel a little cold when they looked at it.
"After he came out, he saw you like this," the Lord of Darkness glanced at the stone statue and sighed.
Ying Huanhuan's beautiful blue eyes were also staring at the stone statue, a smile appeared on her cheek, and said, "This fool always wants to surpass me, but I really think that I can surpass me so easily."
At the end of the conversation, the smile on the corner of her lips could no longer tell whether it was bitter or something. It turned out that sometimes it was too outstanding and could make people so helpless.
The Lord of Darkness also nodded with the same feeling, surpassing the junior sister? This is really difficult. Among the eight of them, Lord of Ice was the last disciple Fu Zu accepted, but his achievements were the greatest. At the same time, he was the only one who said that she might be qualified to reach his level.
How easy is it to surpass such a great monster who is not even a genius?
"But I hope this guy can gather in the divine palace, otherwise, there would be no chance." said the Lord of Darkness.
"He can." Ying Huanhuan smiled slightly, then she took out a slender snow-white long-sleeved glove and hid her slightly mutated little hand in it. Then she gently stroked her fingertips, and an ice rune fell on the glove and then hid in.
As the rune disappeared, the terrifying cold air emanated from the hands of Huanhuanyu, which gradually restrained.
Seeing this, the Lord of Darkness just shook his head and didn't want to say anything more.
"What should I do next?" A powerful voice sounded, and I saw that Master Yan and others also entered here, and then asked Ying Huanhuan.
"Since the Alliance of Chaos and Demons Seas has taken shape, it is not a problem to rely on their strength to fight against those alien demons, so let's go find those guys." Ying Huanhuan tied up her long ice blue hair, but there was a little chilling in her beautiful eyes.
"I feel that they should be planning something, so it's better to find them out. They indulge in the rampant demons, just to disrupt our sight and make us have no time to take care of it."
When Master Yan and his friends heard this, they all nodded.
"In addition, in this ancestral palace, we should also select some potential Wheel-Turning Realm powerhouses to come in and practice. If the battle between heaven and earth begins again, we also need to improve our overall strength as much as possible." Ying Huanhuan thought for a while, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Let Qingtan enter the Li Palace to practice."
The palace there is a relatively important place in the ancestral palace. Although it is not as good as the cultivation ground in this stone statue that can reverse time, it is far from comparable to other places. Qingtan and Lin Dong are brothers and sisters, so she naturally needs to take care of them.
"Let's go, it's time for us to leave."
After saying this, Ying Huanhuan was the first to walk out. When she was about to turn the corner, she turned her head again, took a deep look at the stone statue, and gently clenched her hands with snow-white gloves.
"Lin Dong, you will definitely succeed and I'll wait for you."
When Lin Dong stepped into the stone statue, he could clearly feel the world turning back, the stars shifted, and a faint sense of dizziness surged into his mind. When he drove away the dizziness, he found that his eyes had changed a lot.
Appearing in front of Lindong was an ancient altar. Around the altar, there were towering stone stairs like clouds. At the top of the stone stairs, there seemed to be a dilapidated futon.
Around the altar, there is endless void. From the perspective of the eye, you can only see darkness like ink. In this void, the altar is like a floating ephemeral, which looks particularly mysterious.
Lin Dong walked up the stone stairs, then climbed to the altar step by step, and arrived at the top. The dilapidated cushion was like weeds, which was very inconspicuous, but Lin Dong noticed a residual aura that seemed to be above the heaven and earth.
That was left by Fu Zu!
Lin Dong looked solemn. From ancient times to the present, there is probably no second person who can have such an aura in this world except for Lord Fu Zu.
This should be the former practice ground for Lord Fu Zu.
"Do you want to practice out of the divine palace here?"
Lin Dong took the lead and felt a little pressure. Although his mental power has now entered the realm of the Great Fu Zong, he understood how terrifying the gap between this realm and the Condensation Divine Palace.
"But no matter how difficult it is, it must be completed."
Lin Dong pursed his lips. After Ying Huanhuan opened the ancestral palace, he vaguely felt something was wrong. If he was not wrong, doing so would have caused some damage to her, but she was deliberately hiding it.
"I know it's difficult to surpass you, but giving up like this is not my personality."
Lin Dong smiled, and then he slowly sat down from the dilapidated cushion, his eyes closed slightly, and his mind gradually sank into the Niwan Palace. The so-called condensation of the divine palace is actually simply to transform the Niwan Palace into a divine palace. However, from a certain perspective, this step is basically impossible.
Niwan Palace is born and extremely strange. It is not as clearly touched as the Dantian. Niwan Palace is usually wandering. It may be just a very subtle spot of light, but it contains a person's energy and spirit.
If the dantian is broken, there may be a way out, but once the mental power is erased, it will become a vegetative person with only body and no consciousness. When the condensation of the divine palace is likely to cause damage to the Niwan Palace, thereby damaging the spirit. By then, if the divine palace has not condensed, it will become a vegetative person.
This situation has been quite common throughout the ages. This is also a number of powerful people who have reached the peak of the Great Talisman Sect and dare not touch that step, because that step is usually a life-and-death life.
However, that kind of fear obviously could not shake Lin Dong's determination. The power in the world was accompanied by risks. However, if he didn't even have the courage to try to contact, then he was destined to be unable to go far on the road to a strong man, let alone to surpass the ice master.
Lin Dong sat cross-legged quietly, but his mind entered another world, where thunder condensed, hurricanes blew, hail was like rain, like the cruel situation in the prehistoric period.
This is Lin Dong's Niwan Palace.
His mind floated in this violent Niwan Palace, and then his mind moved slightly, and his mental power condensed and finally turned into a spiritual body. His appearance was exactly the same as Lin Dong.
Lin Dong's mental body looked at the violent Niwan Palace and smiled faintly. He could feel the vast spiritual power surging here, but if he wanted to condense the divine palace, it was obvious that these mental powers were less solid and resilient.
In the past, he focused on the primordial power, but his spiritual power was slightly relaxed. Now that he wants to condense the divine palace, he naturally must make up for this step of cultivation.
This takes a long time, but fortunately, he has plenty of time now. In this cultivation field, the time is ten times slower than the outside world. Here, ten years are only one year, so Lin Dong can use this time to practice all the mental power courses he has lost in the past.
call.
Lin Dong's mental body exhaled a ball of white air, and then sat down cross-legged. Around him, violent thunder and hurricanes kept roaring, but they never fell on his body.
As he entered into meditation, the vast spiritual power in the Niwan Palace suddenly condensed into a thread, and then drilled into Lin Dong's breath like a white dragon. After a while, he drilled out again. However, when he drilled out, the spiritual power became more solid than before, and a faint light flashed on it.
As Lin Dong swallowed and absorbed like this, more and more mental power continued to surge, and finally it seemed like a thick white mist, wrapping Lin Dong's body all.
Lin Dong sat quietly, his figure as if he was rock.
It obviously took a long time to temper all the mental power here, and Lin Dong knew it very well, without any anxiety in his heart. He completely calmed down and had a clear state of mind. Sometimes, he would even forget where he was, and just swallowed his mental power like inertia and then tempered it.
In the violent Niwan Palace, time passed quietly, and the figure was still motionless. His body seemed to be covered with dust. In a blink of an eye, a year had passed.
(This is the sixth chapter of the compensation, and I still owe four chapters. I should have three updates in the past few days, two updates guaranteed, and one update to compensate for the debt.
Chapter completed!