Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Within Peach Garden.

Ling Tian and Zhou Ehuang stand in front of the Wandao Pagoda.

"What, it will take thirty years to walk out of Yellow Springs Road?"

"It's been too long. I'm afraid that the Great Han Dynasty will change. Under the Heavenly Dao outside, I Ling Tian has fallen, and the Dark Demon Race and the Celestial Clan definitely reacted."

Ling Tian frowned suddenly, because Emperor Zhou E told him that it would take ten times the time to get in if he wanted to get out of Yellow Springs Road.

Going out will take thirty years!

"No way, since ancient times, Yellow Springs is easy to get in, but difficult to get out. You have to say that you have a Peach Garden, otherwise, it will take longer."

Zhou Ehuang shrugged and said that he could not help it.

"However, these time is enough for you to reshape the fleshy body. After all, it is not easy to absorb the blood of Torch Dragon."

"I'm going to retreat. "

After all, Zhou Ehuang disappeared in front of the Pagoda of Thousand Ways.

Three months later, Qin Mingyue and the others left Yellow Springs.

The Nightmare God and Donghuang Bell stayed in Yellow Springs, where it will be their world.

Although lonely, the Nightmare God has no regrets.

Emperor Zhou E also returned to Peach Garden.

Because her breath is unique, the cultivation technique and divine ability breath brought from the West can not appear under this piece of Heavenly Dao.

Slowly on Yellow Springs Road, Peach Garden is flying fast.

In a blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed.

For fifteen years, Ling Tian’s soul has been refining fleshy body with the blood of True Dragon nine changes and Torch Dragon in the Ten Thousand Dao Pagoda.

Fifteen years outside the world, within the Pagoda of Wandao, it is two thousand and one hundred years.

More than two thousand years is time, Ling Tian has used Torch Dragon blood essence to reshape the fleshy body.

It's just that, after the three immortal souls and seven mortal souls are integrated into the fleshy body, they are not tightly combined.

For this, it takes a long time to run in.

To be able to rebirth this time, Ling Tian's heart is also terrified.

If he really falls, he can't imagine how painful Qin Mingyue and the others will be.

Ling Tian, ​​who truly experienced after death, became more reverent of life, and more and more eager to improve his battle strength.

He is always dissatisfied, dissatisfied with his weakness.

He has not reached the limit.

He still wants to continue to grow stronger.

He wants to become Martial Emperor, and he wants to fight Heavenly Dao.

In the Wandao Pagoda, Ling Tian sit cross-legged in front of Torch Dragon's Fire.

both of his hands is placed before Dantian Qi Sea, within Qi Sea, Dao Foundation rises and falls.

Actually, Ling Tian and others saw Dao Foundation winks differently.

Others saw seven colors, but Ling Tian saw nine colors.

Ling Tian doesn't know why, but at least, Ling Tian understands that this Dao Foundation is unusual.

He raises his hand, and in his palm is the gentle jade pendant.

The two little people leaning on each other are lifelike.

"囡囡……"

Ling Tian rubbed the jade pendant and couldn't help muttering.

When he was in a coma, he woke up after hearing that call.

With a cry of 囡囡, he is always engraved in Ling Tian's soul.

Furthermore, in Ling Tian's memory use now, there is also such a short but deep-seated memory.

In World of Ice and Snow, his thin body carries his younger sister from house to house to eat.

But no one gives charity, no one has mercy.

The cold and hunger swept through two young siblings who depended on each other for life.

Finally, the thin boy slashed his wrist with a sharp ice skate, feeding his younger sister with blood.

Until he died, he saw immortal descend from the sky and took away the younger sister who was full of blood, and then he closed his eyes with satisfaction, and merged with the ice and snow.

Yes, the boy who died was Juntian's elder brother.

Not a strong Great Immortal god, but an ordinary pitiful person.

But this memory was deeply engraved by Jun Tian.

She spent her entire life looking for her brother.

Even if you give everything.

And myself is the reincarnation of the little boy who was frozen to death and starved to death. Although Ling Tian has not really experienced that tragedy, every time he touches that memory, Ling Tian’s heart looks like It's a pain like a needle stick.

The tears couldn't stop falling from her cheeks.

Clenched the palm of his hand and firmly held the jade pendant in his hand. Now he can feel the same way as the little boy.

He can return to the helplessness and unwillingness of the little boy.

this life, no more.

Feeling the warmth on the jade pendant, Ling Tian carefully put this only Juntian thing next to his body.

Ling Tian took a deep breath, divine light, blooming out of the body.

Catch the weather and connect with the world of Peach Garden.

Heaven and Earth manifest outside of holy light, and Sun, Moon and Stars manifest.

This Wan Daoguang mang, each one is one law.

Ling Tian once comprehend Myriad Dao Laws in the Chonglou, and then became the quasi emperor by enlightening Dao.

Under these heavens, I am afraid that only Ling Tian can do this.

This is also the case, Ling Tian can fully activate Heaven and Earth Source, and thus fuse together with the world of Peach Garden perfectly.

Emperor Zhou E is right, Ling Tian is now the Lord of Heavenly Dao in this world.

Perhaps, the world of Peach Garden is not very powerful yet, and the creatures in it are not even as good as the previous lower world.

But here, Ling Tian can make the heavens and all the ways of perfect integration, and contribute to this world.

It's like building your own home.

Every time Ling Tian integrates a Law Power into this world, this Peach Garden will be tenacious.

Ling Tian always firmly believes that one day, he can embed all the heavens and the realm within the realm of Peach Garden.

He will Peach Garden and become as powerful as the heavens and the thousand worlds.

Torch Dragon's Fire burns hot.

Ling Tian shrouded the light of the heavens and all paths, swallowing the Torch Dragon's Fire in one mouthful.

It's time for him to refining Torch Dragon's Fire.

Although, time is tight.

Fifteen years later.

The Great Han Dynasty.

Luoyang, the capital city.

Ling Xiaoer, dressed in a Purple Gold Battle Armor, floats outside the Imperial Palace.

Outside Luoyang City, the light and shadow of the Ten Thousand Dao Pagoda above the Kunlun Ruins was dim, and the skylight had disappeared thirty years ago.

All Heaven's Chosen in Tai Chi Academy after the great change thirty years ago, although they can still get inheritance from the Pagoda of Wandao, they cannot be blessed by the dark divine light, comprehend The speed slows down, and the realm improvement slows down.

But even so, the Heaven's Chosen of Tai Chi Academy did not relax for a while.

Because, in the past thirty years, every day, a powerhouse fell on the border.

After ten thousand years, Human Race still failed to escape another catastrophe.

After the great changes thirty years ago, the Dark Demon Race launched an attack on the Great Han Dynasty.

The first thing that bears the brunt is the 36 Xiongguan that Ling Tian returned with a piece of paper.

Almost without any resistance, it was breached by the dark Demon Race.

Fortunately, Ling Xiaoer immediately sent all the elites of the Dahan Dynasty to the Yutianguan close to the dark Demon Race, which blocked an impact from the dark Demon Race.

Nine Cauldrons is still tenacious.