This is an extremely vast hall. When you look at it, it is a blur at the end. The entire hall is as if it is in a state of chaos.
"Boom!"
At this time, somewhere in the hall, two figures rushed out, and the next moment, they suddenly intertwined, fists and feet collided, and fierce energy erupted like a volcano.
When I looked closer, I was able to discover that the figure looked like Lin Dong, and the most weird thing was that the two figures were exactly the same, except that one had a vivid expression, while the other had an indifferent and pitch-black expression. There is no mood swing at all.
Obviously, the two of them look the same, but the indifferent "Lin Dong" expression is more powerful. The two fought fiercely, but his fist style broke through Lin Dong's defense in an instant, punching fiercely and without mercy. The ground banged heavily between Lin Dong's heart, his energy gushing out, and his fist was like a blade, directly piercing the latter's heart.
Boom!
The violent power exploded from Lin Dong's body, and his entire body was torn apart at this time, and an extremely terrifying pain filled his body.
But even though his body was brutally torn apart, Lin Dong didn't die there. He could feel his consciousness float up, and the "Lin Dong" tearing it up in front of him remained motionless.
"In the Infernal God Prison Board, the mirror image is divided into three levels of heaven, earth and human, and you can't even beat the weakest human-level mirror image... It seems that your mental power has been neglected for too long." Midair , A light and shadow emerged, Yan looked at Lin Dong's condensed consciousness, indifferently.
Lin Dong seemed to grin, and he gave a wry smile: "This mental image knows all about my attacks, and the strength is still strong for me. It's not easy to beat me..."
"In addition... this guy is too ruthless!"
"This Infernal Hell Plate is where my master cultivated spiritual power back then. Although you will not really die if you are torn here, the pain will be fed back into your spirit several times."
"Here, as long as your consciousness can persist in your spiritual body, it can be continuously reborn..." Yan said, staring at Lin Dong's mixed consciousness, and said: "If you can't even bear this. If you live, then you don’t need to carry out spiritual cultivation, because future cultivation will be more painful than this."
"You should also be very clear that there is no ordinary power in this world."
Lin Dong's consciousness took a deep breath and said, "You don't need to tell me about this."
"continue."
Lin Dong's consciousness fluctuated for a while, and then the light condensed, and a spiritual body was condensed again. He slowly clenched his palms, and immediately raised his head to look at the mirror image in front of him. This time, there was no more nonsense. When the sole of the foot is stamped, the figure is rushed out.
Bang bang!
The two figures fought fiercely again, but this time, Lin Dong only persisted for more than ten rounds than before, and he was bombarded with the mirror image punch.
"Huh."
Lin Dong's consciousness floated, and a faintly panting voice came out, and there was a kind of pain that could not be concealed in that voice.
"Come again."
Lin Dong gritted his teeth, his body condensed again, and rushed out again.
Bang!
Bang!
In the main hall, the low voice continued to sound, and the two figures, like tireless beasts, collided again and again, and when the fierce fist and wind broke out, there was a harsh sound of breaking the wind.
Lin Dong’s mental body was constantly blown up by the mirror image indifferently in the shocks, but he did not feel the slightest slumping because of this seemingly meaningless shock. His consciousness was tumbling. The Taoist spirit continued to condense, and then rushed out like a red-eyed murderer.
However, perhaps even Lin Dong, who was stabbed by the severe pain, even his consciousness has faded a lot, and he did not realize that as his spiritual body condensed time and time again, the brilliance of his body became more and more restrained. And the time that the mirror image wanted to defeat him was also quietly prolonged...
Here, there is no Yuanli, and some are just the kind of tenacious will like a mountain.
…
"Four hundred and thirty-five times..."
Yan calmly looked at the spirit body that had condensed again and again. It could feel that Lin Dong's consciousness at this time was quite vague, but the spirit body he had condensed was unconsciously as solid as fine. Tie, the latter can still persist, but it is completely maintained by a stubbornness.
This kind of paranoid stubbornness also adds a trace of appreciation to Deyanna's always critical eyes. A person's body can be weak, but if even his will is not strong, then he is also destined to be difficult to become a real strong person. .
Obviously, Lin Dong is not in this list.
Although Yan was asleep in the past, he also witnessed the immature boy stepping out of that little Great Yan Dynasty step by step, to the point it is today, and this step is not the end.
It always feels that this young man, who is not yet a strong one, will eventually become so strong that it will be subdued by it in the future.
Bang!
Another low voice spread from below, Yan looked at her, and then her eyes narrowed slightly, only to see below, the mirrored palm of the hand penetrated Lin Dong’s heart again, but at the same time, Lin Dong’s The fist, also at this moment, exploded the mirrored head...
The tragic end of the same.
The mirror image fluctuated, and then slowly dissipated into nothingness, and Lin Dong's body also fell from the sky, broke apart at the moment of touching the ground, and turned into a mass of consciousness floating up.
…
Returning to the training hall of Lei Yuanshan, Lin Dong's closed eyes suddenly opened, a pale complexion astonishing, cold sweat constantly seeped from between his forehead, his palms clenched tightly, and the veins on his arms were exposed. .
Although his body did not suffer the slightest damage, with the return of the spirit, the terrible pain came again like a tide.
Lin Dong's body was trembling, and he forcibly endured the surge of intense pain, and it was only after nearly half an hour that he slackened and relaxed.
"The eight masters back then, they also experienced this kind of cultivation." Yan appeared and said.
"Then where do I rank in this grade?" Lin Dong wiped off his cold sweat and said smoothly.
"Ninth." The corner of Yanzui moved.
"That's the last one..." Lin Dong smiled.
"Well... When the Devourer defeated the first human-level mirror image, he failed a hundred times and ranked second." Yan paused, and then said: "And the number one Ice Master failed... Eleven Second-rate."
Lin Dong's body was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but nodded: "Awesome!"
Only after fighting against that mirror image can you understand its tyranny, and the ice master can defeat it after only eleven failed fights. This is no longer an extraordinary talent that can be described, no wonder She would be considered the person most likely to reach the step of Fu Zu...
Lin Dong defeated the mirror image, but he failed more than 800 times. The gap between them was enough to make him a little embarrassed.
"But this doesn’t mean anything. Your foundation is weaker than they were at that time. They were taught by my master... and you... Conditions, I think this result will be much better." Yan said softly.
"maybe."
Lin Dong grinned, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the huge compact disc in mid-air, but there was fire surging in his dark eyes.
"But... I am born stubborn, so... I don't want to lose to anyone!"
"Continue to practice tomorrow."
Hearing Lin Dong's words, Yan was obviously startled. This kind of cultivation is extremely painful. Each time it takes several days to recover, but when it saw Lin Dong's fiery gaze, it didn't. Blocking, just nodding lightly, and a touch of relief passed in the depths of the eyes.
…
In the next month, Lin Dong had almost never left this cultivation temple. Every day, he would enter the disc of the Infinite Divine Hell and receive the almost death-like temper.
He knew that he had neglected his mental power in the past, but now that he wants to make up for it, he needs to pay great hardships, but fortunately, with that intense and painful practice, he can also gradually feel that his Niwan Palace The spiritual power within is also surging and condensing at a very gratifying speed...
At this speed, it is only a matter of time to break through to the Mahayana of Xianfushi...
During this month, Xiao Yan was still in retreat. Lin Dong was also unable to pay attention to the things in Lei Yuanshan because of his spiritual strength. Fortunately, Chen Tong and Huo Mian were much more reliable than their brothers. In their management, Lei Yuanshan didn't make much trouble.
Although they wanted to call out Lin Dong in the middle of the journey, they could only dispel this thought after feeling the amazing energy fluctuations that filled the hall. They could perceive that Lin Dong now seems to be It was also in a kind of very crucial cultivation, so in the end they had no choice but to retreat.
In this kind of cultivation, one month passed quickly. Vaguely, the powerhouses like Chen Tong and the others gradually felt that in the palace of cultivation, there seemed to be something astonishing. Spiritual power fluctuations are slowly emanating...
However, just as the spiritual fluctuations in the cultivation hall became more and more intense, the sky outside Lei Yuan Mountain suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind, and the next two figures came out of the air. They were dressed in blue robes and were there. On the robes, there is a blood dragon pattern entrenched, and vaguely, a coercion quietly diffuses.
"Here comes from the Blood Dragon Palace, the Demon Commander Lei Yuanshan, why don't you come out quickly to greet him?!"
Two figures appeared outside Lei Yuan Mountain, and immediately turned their gazes, and the cold voice resounded like thunder in this mountain range.