Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Another thirty breaths passed.

The speed of the white mist's transformation was actually shortened by half. The white mist weapon, which resembled a fist glove, hit Jiang Ran's chin from a tricky angle.

There was no crisp sound, but Jiang Ran's figure still paused slightly, and an awe-inspiring chill penetrated his jaw, directly penetrating his head.

Jiang Ran's energy surged throughout his body, and the pupils in his eyes gradually lost color, giving the impression that they merged with the whites of his eyes.

As he changed, an unspeakable sense of depression continued to spread in this world. The Yanshui River, isolated by the white mist, lost its past calmness and rippled.

Above the water where the white mist had not covered the surface, there was the potential of wind and thunder, and it felt as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was collapsing.

Jiang Ran had no choice but to use the Lingxi technique to leverage the soul, trying to burst out the power of the soul to break the Gengshui killing situation in one fell swoop.

As for the physical body being unable to withstand the pressure of the divine soul and being defeated, how to proceed with the path of cultivation is another matter for another time.

By actively activating the power of the soul, he can also avoid damage to his consciousness. If he waits for the Gengshui Killing Bureau's offensive to become irresistible and passively abandons his body, it may lead to some unfavorable changes in his consciousness.

Jiang Ran's soul can be seen as being restrained by this mortal body, or it can be seen as a fetter.

Once the soul leaves this mortal body, there is a high probability that his soul will be enveloped in death and dust along with it, and he will once again become the aloof and forgetful Master Xuanjian.

The cultivator named Jiang Ran on the Azure Star will no longer exist, and all traces will be eliminated after the Master Xuanjian returns to the world.

Even though Jiang Ran's emotions and personality were under the influence of the soul in the Tribulation Realm, they were in an otherworldly and indifferent attitude, but he still understood that he could not let go of his mortal body lightly, and he had to hold on to his ordinary heart.

Do you really want to switch to the path of the soul?

Jiang Ran's eyes were completely white, and he couldn't see any other colors.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, and felt the intense beating of his burning heart.

The body and mind are one, and if the soul carries the consciousness and leaves the body, the body will completely lose its vitality, and the sound of the beating heart will become silent.

It was also under the influence of Mortal Heart that he had reached the final step of letting his soul break through the shackles of his body and mind, but he still hesitated for a long time.

The emotion of fear does not exist for Jiang Ran. His hesitation lies in the fact that he fell into a catastrophe in his previous life and regained the fortune of heaven and earth 600 years ago. If he cannot create a perfect Tao foundation and condense a high-grade golden elixir, Wouldn't it be a waste of such good fortune to marry the pure Nascent Soul?

The sea of ​​divine souls pours out, and if the three souls and seven souls are merged into the divine soul, it is almost equivalent to cutting off the orthodox path, and there is no longer the possibility of surviving the Pure Yang Thunder Tribulation.

Whether the Daoyun-level elixir can rekindle the light of his soul is actually a false proposition. Not to mention Jiang Ran, not even the Supreme Patriarch of the Cultivation Realm Heaven Sect dares to make such a claim.

A Dao Yun level elixir can be called a treasure, let alone dozens of them.

After taking this amount of body tempering pills, no one in the world of cultivation or the Blue Star can give an answer to the extent of the effect it can achieve.

During the short period of time when Jiang Ran looked hesitant, the Shocking Arms Techniques transformed from white mist broke through the blockage of Nine Tribulations Qi one after another, landing on his head and body from time to time.

The white mist weapon that attacked him not only had powerful explosive power, but also had an extremely strong freezing feeling, which actually affected Jiang Ran's counterattack and dodge movements from time to time.

Even though Jiang Ran's Nine Tribulations Qi still maintained its power, the white mist derived from the Gengshui Killing Bureau was also getting stronger accordingly, so that the position he could dodge became smaller and smaller, and he suffered more and more attacks.

Within twenty breaths, the desolation in Jiang Ran's white eyes became increasingly difficult to suppress, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.

He raised the back of his hand to wipe away the blood, and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc.

"Yi Lingyun!"

Along with a low groan, there was a faint thunder in the sky and the earth.

The thick white mist around Jiang Ran seemed to be pushed away by a helpless force, revealing a large gap.

Thirty breaths have arrived.

His blank white eyes were staring ahead blankly, his arms naturally drooped by his sides, and his whole body was hovering upright above the water, as if he had lost all vitality.

The white mist around him began to surge spiritually, quickly engulfing Jiang Ran's body.

The white mist weapon formed by the Zhenbing Art did not appear again, as if everything before was just an illusion.

The turbulent river water also returned to calm under the agitation that had dissipated when Jiang Ran's Divine Soul Sea boiled, and the oppressive feeling of impending storm between heaven and earth also completely dissipated.

Jiang Ran made up his mind to give up his body and untie the shackles of his soul, which seemed to be a joke and did not achieve any substantial change.

However, the large white fog on the surface of the Yanshui River slowly disappeared over time, leaving only a thin mass in which the shadowy figures could not be seen clearly.

This thin white mist floats on the water, unaffected by water vapor, and drifts on the water with the breeze, making it appear extremely ethereal.

……

On the national highway from Liuluo County to Yanbei District, a black car was parked on the side of the road. It had obviously been parked for a long time, and there was a thin layer of dew on the car.

The door of the car's main driver's seat was slightly open. The ground near the door was soaked in some black-red liquid and was in a semi-dry state.

A calloused palm rested on the car door frame. Upon closer inspection, there were large blood stains on the steering wheel and door. The smell of blood filled the car, but no one felt uncomfortable.

Wei Qingyun leaned his head on the passenger seat, the resentment in his eyes had long since become imperceptible.

People often say that the way to make a person easily feel comfort is to let the other person understand that you are worse off than he is.

Although it sounds a bit absurd, in fact, Wei Qingyun's psychological changes at this moment are somewhat similar to this situation.

After all, there was a reason for Cao Zhifeng's murder of Wei Ting. No one could have expected such an accident. Wei Qingyun's hatred for him was mostly due to the confusion after his sister's death.

He really wanted to tell him the reason, but Wei Qingyun couldn't.

He only knew that Wei Ting died after following Cao Zhifeng out, and he didn't want to care about what happened during this period.

Because of this, this hatred was actually somewhat hollow, so much so that when he learned the content of Cao Zhifeng's phone call, this hollow resentment became almost non-existent.

Even at Wei Qingyun's age, one couldn't help but sympathize with Cao Zhifeng's experience.

In other words, everyone's kind-hearted nature is the same, just like Cao Zhifeng didn't think about evading responsibility after Wei Ting's death, but came to ask for forgiveness.

Both will empathize with each other's misery, which is also one of the most beautiful qualities of human beings, compassion.