An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

Lin Fangsheng only felt severe pain in every inch of his joints, and even his crimson thin lips had lost their blood color now, only his right hand was intact, grasping the flowers and plants under his body, and inserting it deeply into the soil.

A pair of red eyes, full of murderous intent, fiercely stabbed at King Ning: "Evil! If I don't kill you, heaven will not tolerate it!"

As soon as he said a word, it was full of magic charms and thunder beads, ready to go.

Lin Fangsheng is gifted and intelligent, and he is extremely proficient in how to use this kind of magic weapon. Although those attacking talismans seem to be scattered in a mess, they actually imply the law of five elements' generation and restraint. drag.

However, his mind was in a state of confusion at the moment, and his manic anger was like raging waves, roaring in the sea of ​​consciousness, almost dragging down the dim starlight from the sky.

Even the talismans that were in their respective positions were shaking and twisted, unable to settle in their own positions, showing a bit of a precarious appearance.

Gongye Mingjing heard the words, but he showed his white teeth and smiled ferociously: "This kind of appearance is more delicious."

The strong body is covered and pressed, and the eyes seen from the gaps in the black hair are also bloodthirsty and cold, falling on Lin Fangsheng's face, cruising and watching, like a beast looking down at the prey under its claws, wondering where to bite generally.

Lin Fangsheng gritted his teeth and held on. Although this man was tall and strong, he had an awe-inspiring aura as if he was crushing down a mountain. Anyone with a weak mind would be immediately suppressed.

He lay flat in the grass, freed his right hand, and covered King Ning's dantian, and when the sword pierced through, it also activated countless talismans at the same time.

For a time, within a radius of ten miles, there were flashes of spiritual light, thunder and fire bursting, and the sound of bangs was endless. Even the ground was shaken by this forceful attack, and the blanket-like turf was completely blown away.

Lin Fangsheng thrust out his sword intent but disappeared without a trace like a cow drowning in mud, and was hugged tightly by Gongye Mingjing, almost like his bones were crushed.Gongye Mingjing actually used his body as a barrier to block all those bursting spiritual pressure attacks. When the smoke and dust cleared, the two of them were unharmed, only the red soil was barren around them, and there was no greenery.

Gongye Mingjing let go of him just now, and sneered again: "It's a small trick."

Lin Fangsheng fought desperately, but was easily resolved. He hated his own cultivation for being too weak. He wanted to bite the root of his teeth to bleed. On the top of the Wannian black iron, it was almost hit and lacerated.

The man let him struggle as if he had nothing to do, with a flick of his palm lightly, the fine silk woven clothes shattered into pieces, revealing the young man's firm chest again.

At this moment, the sun was just rising, and the golden glow reflected half of the sky red. Xu Shi was frightened by the horrible explosion, and the surroundings were silent, only Lin Fang was panting heavily, like a trapped animal.

In King Ning's red eyes, there was a devouring frenzy: "What belongs to me, I am the only one who can hurt it. You have surpassed it."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Lin Fangsheng had just opened his mouth, but his mouth was blocked by burning lips and tongue, and he was firmly suppressed, unable to break free. Immediately, his legs were pulled apart by his strong hands like iron tongs, a hard and hot murder weapon , pushing against the fragile entrance, and squeezed in regardless.

Until the forced intrusion, it was done in one go, and Lin Fangsheng couldn't tolerate half of his resistance.

Even the acacia rune seemed to sense a threat, and it was uncharacteristically closed tightly, unwilling to allow the murder weapon to invade.

Therefore, the dry and tight place is cracked and oozes blood.

Lin Fangsheng only felt that the pain was far worse than the pain of a broken limb, and it was even a hundred times more painful than when Si Huajun forcibly branded the runes on that day.He couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and refused to show weakness, so he pushed hard with his good right hand and bit the back molars tightly, and there was a thin line of blood sliding from the corner of his mouth across the pale jaw.

Gongye Mingjing, however, narrowed his eyes and narrowed his coldness, he smiled a little, twitched and bumped, and still didn't stop: "The body of a demon couple really does not refuse anyone, even this king who waits so hard The most evil things can also be accommodated, if you don't give birth to an heir for this king, it will be considered complete."

Every time they bumped against each other, they were all extremely fierce, as if exposing the flesh and blood to the hammer, allowing them to be smashed and destroyed, even if there was a little pleasure, it was covered by dull pain.

Lin Fangsheng's face turned blue from the pain, his body was curled up, and he was stretched hard by the monster's hard iron torso. He couldn't avoid it, and even his fingertips lost blood, so he could only ask in a trembling voice: "What are you... What?"

On the other hand, King Ning was reckless, squinting his eyes for enjoyment, and his black hair was flamboyant, like a lion's mane, which made this galloping torso even more wild and unruly.

As if lovingly, he stroked Lin Fangsheng's broken left shoulder, and clenched his fingers tightly, almost sinking into the flesh, which made him worse and more painful.

It is as if there is a force of erosion, spreading from the joint, and seeping into the meridian skin like venom. When touched, it becomes extremely sensitive, and a little pain expands infinitely.Unexpectedly, even the waist and legs trembled unbearably.

Lin Fang was born in this endless torment, but he vaguely heard Gongye Mingjing's sinister and gloomy tone, with a trace of sadness infiltrated: "My lord... what kind of monster is it?"

He lowered his head, his eyebrows touched Lin Fangsheng, and a sinister and evil spirit poured in violently.Immortal cultivators are not affected by cold and heat, but Lin Fangsheng's whole body was icy cold, he shivered suddenly, and sobbed in pain.

The sea of ​​knowledge between the two is connected through the eyebrows.

Lin Fangsheng looked out as if using Gongye's mirror eyes.

Like a dream, there is a woman in a palace costume, with a bright smile and luxurious makeup, accompanying the emperor's side, enjoying great honor and favor, and being in the limelight for a while.In the blink of an eye, he was rejected, his relatives were betrayed, and he died in limbo.

Lin Fangsheng knew that this was the birth mother of King Ning.

I also saw a five-year-old child who was also neglected by the palace people, starving and starving, and guarding the shabby room alone.Afterwards, he was flattering, courteous at every step, and careful everywhere, so that he was able to survive.

That's why King Ning put on an attitude of seeking the Tao wholeheartedly and not caring about secular power, but it was just to seek a place to live among the many powerful brothers from the mother clan.

Immediately, it was vast again, pitch black and boundless, only the sense of desolation as deep as the sea and as thick as the mountain invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, pushing back the sharp pain that was forcefully pushed into the body.

All things in nature have yin and yang. If we talk about the human heart, it is called good and evil.The sage also said: To set up the right position in the world, to walk the way of the world, is also to educate the world, and to abandon all evil and evil thoughts.

It's just that all things are reincarnated, evil thoughts persist, they are abandoned and expelled, accumulated and immersed for hundreds of millions of years, but a little spiritual consciousness is born, just as the so-called evil thoughts produce demons.

This bit of spiritual consciousness was muddled at first, only knowing that I hated ghosts, had no one to rely on, and had no name and name, so I only huddled in a dark and damp place, but yearned for a ray of light and warmth.

Later, when Baozhu was practicing, he was involved in the inner alchemy, solidified and warmed up.

Until by chance, he was met by King Ning.This spiritual consciousness is quite similar to King Ning's state of mind, and it was broken through by the Heavenly Demon's curse, so it hit it off and merged into one.He even handed the orb to Gongye Mingjing, who has cultivated for ten thousand years, so that he can swallow demonic energy and forge his body, and his cultivation will also skyrocket.

Knowing this, Lin Fangsheng couldn't bear the entanglement of those gloomy thoughts, he bent his legs and kicked King Ning's hips heavily to stop him from rushing to the top, and mocked in a hoarse voice: "Pretentious, short-sighted!"

In the faint sea of ​​consciousness, the hoarse shout was also aroused by the starlight, diluting those evil spirits a little bit.

Gongye Mingjing raised his head slightly, separated and pressed against each other's brows.The thick blood red in the eyes has also weakened a little.

He clasped Lin Fangsheng's intact right leg again, lifted it up, lowered his waist, penetrated deeper into the warm body cavity, licked his lower lip again, and said with a smile: "It's very warm."

Immediately there was another violent collision, almost tearing the young man's body apart, more scarlet blood dripped from the joint between the thighs, the red soil and green grass were all messed up.

Lin Fangsheng frowned deeply, and finally he groaned in pain during King Ning's rough conquest. The huge and hot weapon was also unprecedentedly tough, merciless, like a heavy hammer, violent and tormenting.It turned out that apart from the excruciating pain, there was no other feeling.

Lin Fang's long legs were bent and raised, and his thighs were wide open.I just felt that the scorching evil root was like a red-hot blade, repeatedly cutting the body cavity, and the torn robes under the body were soaked in cold sweat, and there was no power to fight back.It wasn't until a stream of hot slurry was poured in that he struggled violently like a wounded beast.

In Gongye Mingjing's eyes, the blood red faded, he seemed to be waking up from a big dream, and he said blankly, "Immortal Master...?"

As soon as Ning Wang Yuanyang vented, he was immediately sucked up by the acacia talisman, and turned into a wave of resentful spiritual power, which suddenly entered his dantian.Before Lin Fangsheng could answer, the pain was as if his throat was being choked.

That spiritual power was so strong and strange, it broke into the broken meridian of the left hand and foot, and forcibly circulated Zhou Tian.

The pain spread to all the limbs, Lin Fangsheng's face was pale, but he couldn't even make a sound. He only felt that the spiritual power in the meridians was roaring like a storm, and he couldn't control it at all.In the dantian, the spiritual liquid condensed in circles, almost solid, and finally shrank suddenly, overflowing with golden light, it was...a pill formed.

When the golden elixir is completed, a vision descends from the sky.

Above the grassland, clouds are also hovering, and the wind is howling, forming a funnel vortex.

At the bottom of the funnel, there are sacred beasts: dragon head antlers, lion eye snake scales.Only the color is red and black, quite ominous.But it is a fire unicorn.

This vision is the sign of the Dao that Lin Fangsheng is looking for.

Lin Fangsheng regained his senses from the short-term sedation, and before he recovered from the shock of forming alchemy, he saw a berserk sword intent, sweeping like ice and snow, knocking Gongye Mingjing away.King Ning's tyrannical body like cast iron finally met his opponent. A deep and wide wound was cut on his shoulder. Blood splashed like a waterfall. After drawing a magnificent blood shadow in midair, he fell heavily to the ground.

The clouds above the head were condensed and hadn't dissipated yet, but countless figures, or flying swords, or riding spirit birds, came one after another from the direction of Dayuan City.

The heavy pressure on Lin Fangsheng's body was finally lightened, and he moved his limbs again, and all the crushed bones healed when the alchemy formed.

He stood up immediately, but a human wall appeared in front of him, and another soft fabric fell on his shoulders, covering him tightly in his arms.That person's chest was warm and his sword energy soared to the sky. It was Helian Wancheng.Protecting the little apprentice in his arms with one hand, holding a sword and sharp gun in the other, his whole body was icy and snowy, and the tip of the gun was pointed at Gongye Mingjing impressively.

Although Gongye Mingjing was seriously injured, he still looked dazed, as if he was sleepwalking.

Hundreds of Qinglong iron guards knelt down one after another, blocking the gap between Helian Wancheng and King Ning, and said repeatedly: "Please be merciful to the sword master!"

The leader is none other than General Chen. Of these hundreds of iron guards, those with the highest level of cultivation can only congeal their pulse, and they are by no means opponents of Helian Wancheng.But they are all utterly loyal. Facing the God Transformation powerhouse, although they are afraid, they do not flinch. They just throw their bodies on the ground, kneel down, and keep saying, converging into a torrent of sorrow: "I implore the immortal master to be merciful, let the net be lenient, and the sword will be merciful." Keep people!"

Helian Wancheng stands like a snow mountain, majestic and cold, unchanging from ancient times, with a cold spear tip, and it is uncertain.

Just as Lin Fangsheng was about to speak, his master held the back of his head and pressed him against his chest, which meant to silence him.Lin Fangsheng had no choice but to close his eyes tightly, lean in his arms, and let his master handle everything.

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Gongye Mingjing no longer cared about his serious injuries, and only put on a coat, stumbling along the way, leaving only trails of blood behind him.After only a few steps, he was supported by the iron guards and his body was crumbling. He could only breathe for a moment, before he said: "I... have nothing to say. A big mistake has been made, and I will let the immortal master deal with it."

Helian Wancheng's voice was cold and calm, and said: "That's good."

With a shake of his wrist, the Sword God Spear immediately lifted up the terrifying sword intent, and attacked King Ning like a stormy sea.