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After sending Zhu Yan to the destination, Lin Ming left. —
Zhu Yan, a mortal who might be inconspicuous in this world, appeared twice in Lin Ming's life because of some unpredictable cause and effect, and these two times were the lowest point of Lin Ming's life...
Lin Ming's heart had already changed, not just because of Zhu Yan.
In the past few years, everything he has walked, seen, heard, and felt has been imprinted in Lin Ming's mind, changing his state of mind and life.
Don't seek to reverse fate, only seek to live without regret...
Lin Ming didn't go wandering anymore. He estimated that his lifespan was only about the last thirty or forty years.
He didn't want to die so silently.
He wants to fight hard in the last days of his life!
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On this day, Lin Ming came to a deserted mountain.
He pointed to the gun and pointed it out.
With a loud bang, a deep cave was dug out on the barren mountain.
Lin Ming decided, from now on, to retreat and practice hard.
Maybe the possibility of his cultivation is so slim that it is almost zero, but he will try his best to try.
If he still wants to die in the end, then he will leave this barren mountain in the last years of his life and go to the last place—the Nine Cauldrons Divine Kingdom.
Going there, he saw his parents for the last time and fell asleep.
Lin Ming walked into the cave, sealed the entrance of the cave, and retreated in the middle of the mountain.
He decided to take this last path because he had made up his mind.
And this way. It was also the only way Lin Ming could think of to cultivate.
But the price of cultivation is extremely painful, it will make Lin Ming's strength drop to an unprecedented low point, and at the same time it will greatly shorten Lin Ming's lifespan which is not much left.
Thirty or forty years of life, maybe only ten or twenty years left, and this is almost a dead end!
But Lin Ming still wanted to fight to the death.
A trace of divine power fluctuated on Lin Ming's body. Because of the weakness of the soul fire. Lin Ming was no longer able to use the huge energy stored in the world within his body, and these energies remained in his body and became a burden.
However, if a little bit. Dissipate all this energy. He can do it.
every time. Lin Ming could probably use one-thousandth of the energy in the world in his body. Lin Ming pumped this energy into the meridians, and then let it gushe out. That is... Sangong!
Because his weak soul couldn't carry Lin Ming's current cultivation level, Lin Ming simply lowered his cultivation level until his soul power could carry it!
This was a crazy decision, San Gong itself would cause great harm to the body, not to mention Lin Ming's flame of life was already like a candle in the wind!
Lin Ming relaxed the pores of his whole body, and the dissipation of the original energy in his body made Lin Ming's brows tightly wrinkled, and a strong sense of pain flooded in like a tide.
But Lin Ming's face revealed a firmness like iron, and his eyes contained an indescribable stubbornness and unyielding—unyielding to the arrangement of fate!
The dissipation of the original energy affected Lin Ming's essence,
Although Lin Ming's soul was weak and the fire of life was nearly extinguished, his physical body was still strong. Once the blood was stimulated, traces of blood began to escape from the pores of his whole body.
The blood was transpired by the gushing power of God, and gathered around Lin Ming's body, forming layers of blood mist.
At the same time, Lin Ming's realm was constantly falling.
From the gods, to the gods, to the gods... the fate...
The falling speed of this realm is shocking!
There is no martial artist who can scatter kung fu like this, it is tantamount to suicide!
Lin Ming's physical body was too strong, the flow of Qi and blood in his body caused Lin Ming's body to continuously produce blood, so that the blood mist that escaped from his pores was endless.
The blood mist dyed the ground, the stone walls, and the ceiling of the cave red.
Very soon, the cave where Lin Ming was retreating was completely red.
Blood was piling up, layer after layer, Lin Ming's face turned extremely pale, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
He wants to finish in one breath, let himself break and then stand up!
Lin Ming's cultivation at this time had already dropped to Revolving Alchemy, his face was completely distorted, and his teeth were almost crushed.
And at this moment, Lin Ming's inner world suddenly shook and began to shatter...
Xuandan warriors don't have the internal world, what they have is the dantian.
The inner world was only opened up by the warriors of the Divine Sea. After reaching the Holy Master, the inner world turned into a small universe, but now that Lin Ming's realm has fallen, the inner world will not turn into the dantian again, it just completely shattered.
This intensified the blow to Lin Ming. He laid his hands on the ground, his knuckles deeply embedded in the rock.
He began to retch, his stomach was about to vomit, the blood in his body was almost drained, this inhuman pain, Lin Ming just gritted his teeth and endured it without even making a sound.
In his heart, there was an unyielding ruthlessness!
And at this time, there was finally one thing that made Lin Ming feel relieved.
That is, when his cultivation was reduced to Revolving Core, the little soul power left in his soul sea finally began to fuse with the energy of the world within his body...
That is to say, so far, Lin Ming's cultivation has completely matched his original soul power.
He can practice like a normal martial artist.
He can practice his soul again, practice his cultivation again, improve step by step, climb step by step...
It's just... a little different, he's old.
Although the fire of life and fire of soul of young revolving alchemy warriors are weak, they can grow. Lin Ming, most of his fire of soul and life have been forcibly deprived of him, which is equivalent to the aging old man.
His lifespan is less than twenty years left, which is no different from a late old man.
Although Lin Ming's face is still young now, but his eyes are beginning to cloud, but this is actually because of his strong physical body supporting him.
If it hadn't been for absorbing the blood of many divine beasts and the blood of Shura, Lin Ming would have completely turned into an old man on the verge of death.
How likely is it that an old man will improve his cultivation to at least the level of a Holy Master in the remaining twenty years of his lifespan
Lin Ming didn't know, but he would fight.
Regardless of whether his cultivation level can be improved or not, he will do his best to cultivate, and he will never slack off for a moment.
How many times has he determined to be a moth to a flame.
He told Lan Yunyue, told Sheng Mei, and said to himself: "Even if he is just a weak moth, he will rush into this ball of flames without hesitation to fight for the ten thousandth chance." A hopeful nirvana and a chance to become a phoenix."
However, his oath has never been so desperate, so tragic, and so reborn after death as it is today!
Lin Ming knew how bleak his path was, but in cultivation, at least there might be hope and a turning point.
And to give up is to wait for death.
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