Ling Han only left a small piece of black stone, and gave the rest to Xiaota to repair itself. In just an instant, the entire black stone turned into fly ash, and the source of chaos inside had been extracted by Xiaota.
He couldn't help but think, if Demon Emperor Shura entered the Black Tower, what would be the use of him even if he got a huge piece of chaos source stone for his body? He would definitely be turned to ashes in an instant!
Ling Han did not go to the Red Rainbow Ice Grass immediately. He was still at the seventh level of the spiritual sea and had to wait until he reached the ninth level of the spiritual sea before going.
If he went there now, he would just sit and wait, which was not in line with Ling Han's temperament.
Therefore, he and Huniu took a walk in the forest. There were still many elixirs here. Why not go look for them since you have time? The harvest was good, but within a few days, the demonic energy also dissipated. More and more people poured into the area, and Ling Han's income also plummeted.
He touched his chin and decided not to waste time, so he carved it on the tree and wrote: "Ding Ergou, come after your little master!"
This sentence was naturally addressed to Ding Yuan Xin. He also wanted to use the other party's hand to sharpen himself so that he could break into the ninth level of the spiritual sea as soon as possible.
He walked and carved all the way, believing that with Ding Yuanxin's ability, he should be able to track him down. Huniu followed suit and started carving on the tree. However, even though she looked pretty, the words she carved were crooked. Fortunately, she could still carve happily with her little butt raised, No shame or shame.
Just one day passed, and sure enough, Ding Yuanxin came after him.
"I have to admit, you are really brave!" He said coldly, with anger burning in his eyes. This young man killed his younger brother, and now he dares to provoke him. He is really angry to death.
"Just average, second in the world." Ling Han said with a smile.
"Just average, number one in the world." Huniu said without humility, patting her chest.
"You!" Ding Yuanxin roared angrily, and threw himself towards Ling Han and Huniu to kill him. The altar shone brightly, supporting him like a god.
Ling Han laughed loudly, picked up his sword and struck out. Suddenly, eight sword auras appeared in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Ding Yuanxin was naturally furious. The other party relied on his pressure to reach the realm of Eight Sword Qi. When he thought of this, he was filled with anger. Could it be that this kid had tasted the sweetness and wanted to use him as a grinder? The knife is broken.
However, he stared at the Mo Sheng Sword. Before, he only knew that it was an extremely high-level spiritual weapon, which made him feel mentally shocked. However, when he later saw that this sword could actually shake the corpse coffin of Sansheng, Everyone, including him, naturally knew that the Demonic Sword was by no means as simple as the sixth or even seventh level.
Who is not jealous
"This sword belongs to me!" He snorted coldly, and his shot was like lightning.
Ling Han went all out and launched a counterattack against Ding Yuan Xin, but the gap between their realms was too great. He was soon bruised and his bones were exposed.
Fortunately, the Immortal Scripture was so powerful that it kept his vitality at an astonishingly high level. It wasn't until the bleeding became too much that even his eyes began to blur, that Ling Han began to flee.
While running, he took out ginseng and other tonics and ate them wildly, and used the Immortal Scripture to recover. He fought and retreated, instead of fleeing like a rout.
He tried his best in this battle, but three days later, he reached the ultimate limit and had to hide in the black tower. At this time, he could barely see a piece of good flesh on his body. Even with the circulation of the Immortal Scripture, the speed of injury was far greater than the speed of recovery, leaving him with one foot on the verge of death.
He quickly circulated a drop of immortal essence to restore himself. Soon, his flesh and blood were reborn, and he fully recovered.
After taking a few pills that were helpful for cultivation, he crushed several hundred yuan crystals. Immediately, endless yuan power enveloped him. He greedily absorbed it, and his cultivation level slowly increased.
This practice actually lasted two days and two nights. When he finished the practice, he had quietly entered the eighth level of the spiritual sea.
"Very good, this sparring partner is good. I'm afraid that in another month, I will not only be able to reach the ninth level of the spiritual sea, but even reach the peak of the ninth level!" Ling Han murmured, not afraid that Ding Yuanxin would hear this. How depressed.
"Let's go find a sparring partner." Ling Han continued to leave a message, while Huniu helped leave a message with a smile, letting her ugly handwriting harm the forest.
Two more days passed, and Ding~Yuanxin really caught up with him again.
"Eighth level of the spiritual sea!" After glancing at Ling Han's body, Ding Yuanxin suddenly exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of his head. He was furious. This boy really regarded himself as a sparring partner. Not only had he honed his eighth sword energy, he had now reached the eighth level of the spiritual sea.
If I continue to practice with this kid, will the other party enter the ninth level of the spiritual sea at such a terrifying speed, or even... directly cross the divine platform level!
He was really a little scared. Ling Han's fighting power was so monstrous. He might be qualified to compete with him as soon as he entered the divine platform. How could he feel embarrassed to have created a fatal opponent with his own hands
But this kid killed his brother, could he just let it go
Kill, must kill, at least now this boy's strength is far inferior to him!
—Ding~ Yuan Xin didn’t know that Ling Han still had the Black Tower, which provided him with a final layer of protection for his life, otherwise he would definitely turn around and leave. Just like fighting with Rong Huanxuan, he could finally hide in the corpse coffin of Sansheng. At least he could almost die with a slap in the flower realm.
"Do you dare to fight to the death with me?" Ding Yuanxin said excitedly.
"You are mentally ill. I am only at the eighth level of the spiritual sea. You are at the ninth level of the divine platform. I will fight to the death with you, idiot!" Ling Han shook his head, but took the initiative to attack. The Demonic Sword unfolded, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, " Just be my sparring partner!"
"Your sister!" Ding Yuanxin was extremely angry and attacked Ling Han. He was almost able to kill Ling Han several times before, so he still had confidence in himself. As long as Ling Han If his luck was just a little bit worse, he would definitely be able to kill the opponent.
It's a pity that he is always just a little bit behind.
After another three days of fighting, Ling Han once again entered the Black Tower in a near-death state. After activating a drop of immortal liquid, he fainted from exhaustion. When he woke up, he quickly started practicing again.
The progress was obvious, and he reached the middle of the eighth level. What was even more rare was that this time he was infinitely close to death, which gave him a deeper understanding of life and death.
Life and death are opposites, but the end of life is death, and the end of death is also life, an infinite cycle, like Tai Chi. This is in line with the Tao, which is the Tao that creates one and creates two.
Order and chaos, life and death, light and darkness, these oppositions and cycles can all be traced back to their origins. It's just that Ling Han's current level is too low. He can only be touched but unable to understand it at all.
He put this touch on the path of the sword and made it clear the path he wanted to take.
Everyone can cultivate sword energy and sword light, but sword heart is different. It is a kind of profound beauty and requires its own path.
In his previous life, the Sword Emperor followed the path of a king. With one strike of his sword, the whole world would prostrate in front of him. The Sunset Sword Emperor follows a ruthless path, and he can cut down even the sun, the source of life, without hesitation.
What path is he taking