The back door of my house is open to floods

It's just that Liu Ling is really too familiar with this golden lamp.

so similar.

It was so like the golden lamp he saw before he died!

The golden lamp emitted a golden light, and his figure instantly turned into flying ash in the flames.

Liu Ling stared at the map of the real shape of the gods and demons.

"Pheasant, what are you looking at?"

Man Yuan next to him also saw Liu Ling's gaffe, and his eyes fell on the map of the true shape of the god and demon.

"nothing?""

Liu Ling shook his head in a muffled voice, muttering in his heart, he believed that this could not be such a coincidence, it must be a coincidence, but the loneliness in his heart still lingered.

Chapter 415

There are still lingering doubts in my heart!

But Liu Ling never imagined that this obsession eventually turned into a demon.

……

Ten years later.

By the side of an ancient pavilion.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged on a futon woven with purple Ningshen grass. Liu Ling's eyebrows and eyes had already grown. The way of practicing Qi is different from the way of turbid gods and demons. Liu Ling looked Even more handsome, with a bookish and elegant atmosphere, among the young people of the same age in the Ziyuan tribe, he stands out from the crowd.

This is the Guyuan Hall, a place where the spirit orifices of the Ziyuan tribe gather.

Practicing the untold secret of the Ziyuan tribe "Zifu Shaozhen Talisman", the most important first step is to visualize the true form of the Zifu Shaozhen deity, and finally condense a natal talisman, walking the road of Zifu Chunyang .

The rich innate spiritual energy circulated around him, turning into milky white spiritual light and blending into the body from the major meridians all over his body. Liu Ling breathed out a burst of purple energy like the rising sun, with an invisible hot energy, which vaporized the azure stone pillar next to him.

That is a special water attribute spiritual material.

Only the cultivating tribes in the prehistoric world can be so proud that they use spiritual materials as ordinary building materials.

The chest rose and fell at a constant speed, and ideas surged. Gradually, a sea of ​​light red clouds appeared above Liu Ling's head, and a talisman seed leaked out of it, emitting a fiery red light like the rising sun.

The billowing aura fell down to the sea of ​​clouds in the Niwan Palace, and was absorbed by the fiery red Zifu Shaozhen Talisman seed, emitting a little bit of magical aura.

"Still unable to condense the foundation of the Purple Mansion!"

Liu Ling was a little bit disappointed. Many practitioners said he was a genius in the future, but now he is only ordinary.

The realm of practice in the "Zifu Shaozhen Talisman" is clear at a glance.

In the front, you can visualize the young gods of the Zifu to cultivate your spirit, then you can refine your body and nourish your energy, and then you can build a foundation in the Zifu, you can condense the spiritual pool. After combining the visualized gods and magic with your own spirituality, you can breed The natal talisman truly entered the category of high-level monks.

The path of Qi practitioner Fu Xiu is very clear.

Just looking at his own progress, Liu Ling felt a little bitter in his heart.

Under the strong innate aura, the surrounding teenagers of the same age have already broken through to the front one by one, and some even have cultivated the natal talisman to rank three, which is simply a gift from heaven.

In the outer city, there are also many geniuses from other tribes who have practiced after him, and they have all touched the threshold of the condensed body of the true talisman.

Liu Ling's face was ugly, and he had to admit that he was not a genius at all, but just an ordinary monk.

Liu Ling's face was a little silent.

He came out of retreat.

……

In a refining workshop in the Ziyuan Tribal Market, he found a group of tribal monks carrying swords.

"Yan, next time you enter the Ninghuai Mountains, you can take me with you!" Liu Ling looked expectant.

The former young boy has grown into a follower. He is tall and burly. He also practiced the "Zifu Shaozhen Talisman Classic". Among many monks of the same rank, they all have quite a reputation.

Hearing this, he was taken aback, the tall young man smiled honestly and said excitedly. "Pheasant, as I said before, my promise is valid at any time, and we brothers will break out a huge hunting ground together!"

It's just that the other tribal monks behind the big man looked a little unhappy, but they still held back.

……

After leaving the tribe, Liu Ling had to live a life from eight to six like some ordinary tribesmen. When the Sun God controlled the Nine Sun God and appeared on the horizon, he teamed up with many tribesmen and entered the territories of the major monster tribes. , working hard to collect elixir, or looking for high-quality spiritual objects.

In a wild and desolate land, there are many spirits, and there are occasional harvests, even if you step into the favored ones of those tribes.

In your spare time, enter the market in the tribe, and earn some resources by refining some magic weapons for the monks of the tribe or other small tribes.

Or simply enter the tribe's elixir garden, relying on his father's identity to guard the elixir garden for those big shots, fertilize and rain, in exchange for some resources.

The monks in the tribe are happy, at least a little less risky than the monks in those small tribes.

The monks of those small tribes are going to enter the more dangerous demon king's territory alone.

Those demon kings are not vegetarians, and there are many terrifying wild beasts.

The descendants of those innate spirit species were able to manipulate terrifying supernatural powers as soon as they reached adulthood. Ordinary tribal monks fell into their territory. Unless these fierce beasts were full, they would not escape death.

50 years in the blink of an eye.

Most of the monks in the tribe have a long lifespan, and they have at least 300 years of lifespan after condensing the true talisman of life. The innate vitality is nourished, which is the lowest threshold, and there are many spiritual fruits that can prolong lifespan in the tribe.

This is the golden age of Qi practitioners.

Liu Ling has almost forgotten his former name. He is also used to the name Pheasant, which he used to dislike very much. At this time, his body is full of red mysterious light. After obtaining a high-grade elixir some time ago, he finally completed the Purple Mansion Establishing the foundation, condensed a middle-grade natal talisman.

Just as a price, the best friend in the tribe, the big man fell under the sharp claws of that innate spirit-seed forever, and Liu Ling escaped from that innate spirit-seed in a daze!

……

Ten years later, Liu Ling married a female cultivator from the Ziyuan tribe and became a Taoist couple. Although the Taoist couple was not as beautiful as a fairy, they were also gentle and pleasant.

At this time, after the death of that talented friend, although Liu Ling was running around and his condition was getting worse, as a monk who condensed the true talisman of his life, Liu Ling still had a bit of dignity.

Five years later, when Liu Ling was about to turn 80, the female cultivator of the same clan gave birth to him a son and a daughter. Out of some feelings, Liu Ling gave them their own surnames.

……

Seventy-five years later, his father, the human monk of the Ziyuan Tribe, passed away quietly in a catastrophe swept by chaos, and as a human warrior who died in battle, he was able to enter the clan shrine in the holy place of the human race as an offering.