Start From Cultivation University

　　 Three days later, Yun Shen did not know where he was.

　　 Among the many floating islands, the largest trial platform has been cleaned up, and the yin-yang and gossip patterns on the platform are standing in the bleak wind. Shangguan Yu Ning flew up, and the blue pattern of the Jinghua blade on his hand appeared.

　　 Just below her, Jiang Ling, carrying a long sword, stood in the middle of the gossip array, lowered her head slightly, looking at the magic symbol representing the prison of the heart demon in front of her.

In the past three days, Wei Ze has been uniting the two saints to give her spiritual power, and Yan Ruyu’s Heart Sutra assisted her to strengthen the soul. Although the damage accumulated over decades cannot be repaired overnight, it is always Barely stabilized the situation.

　　 Of course, this is just a physical condition. Physical illness is easy to treat, but heart disease is difficult to treat.

　　 During the recuperation period, Jiang Ling was always very cooperative, but seldom spoke during the period. When her spiritual power and body returned to normal levels, she was barely able to move on her own, and Wei Ze then handed her the spirit sword in Wenyun Tower and let her play again.

　　 The matter of the Heart Demon Tribulation was kept strictly confidential. Only three teachers including Wei Ze and Yuan Qingqing knew about Jiang Ling's situation.

　　 Fortunately, other students are also very exhausted and need time to recuperate. Therefore, the whole school has been suspended these few days, which instead concealed her absence from work.

　　-Having said that, this is the last chance.

　　 A few steps away from Jiang Ling, Wei Ze also stood on the platform, watching the girl's back silently, her shawl hair dancing in the wind.

　　 Maybe a few seconds, maybe dozens of seconds later, she suddenly turned around, as if habitually, smiling brilliantly at Wei Ze.

　　 "Teacher, I'm ready."

Wei Ze looked at the smiling face, but felt a little uncomfortable: "The essence of the Tribulation of the Heart is to defeat oneself and accept the past. In any case, only one's own heart can't deceive. So, don't pretend to show that expression anymore, this Harmful and useless to cross the robbery."

　　 As if being reminded by him, Jiang Ling's smile subsided.

　　 "...I see, Teacher Wei." She whispered, "This time...Thank you."

　　 So far, neither teacher nor student speaks anymore. Wei Ze also floated up and jumped into the air to join Shangguan Yu Ning. The latter stimulated the dojo technique at the same time. Under their gaze, the prison of aura rose from under their feet again, wrapping Jiang Ling in the center.

　　 Spiritual power surged and steamed, Jiang Ling in prison showed a slightly painful expression. A stream of black aura oozes from her body and gradually diffuses to the entire platform. The huge black monster pulls out from it, and her eyes and mouth are wriggling strangely.

　　 Compared to three days ago, it seems to be bigger and clearer. In front of it, Jiang Ling who leaned down looked so small, like a chick facing a full-winged goshawk.

　　 Wei Ze frowned in the air and watched. When the monster appeared, Jiang Ling, who was standing in the prison, began to tremble. In the darkness of the wind, she slowly took off the long sword behind her, pulled it out of its sheath and held it tightly in her hand, then suddenly raised her face, her cheeks flushed red.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

　　 She trembled and yelled at the monster. Like a naive child.

　　 "You can't defeat me!"

　　 "I want to live!"

　　 "Because I am now a student of Kunlun University!"

　　 She raised her long sword to the huge monster, and the sharp cold light reflected from the blade. The next moment she leaped up, the turbulent spiritual power wrapped around her body, and the sky-high shadow reflected in the countless pairs of big eyes in front of her, like a falcon falling from the sky!

　　 Facing her own demons, she did not wait any longer this time, but chose to take the initiative!

"come on!!!"

　　 With full spiritual power, the dazzling sword light flashed through the air, as if even the surrounding fog was cut off. The huge monster raised its body, and then the light suddenly fell, slashing right on its huge head!

　　 Even Shangguan Yu Ning couldn't help but look sideways. This is the first lecture of the Royal Sword class-straight slash, which is the most basic action, but now it has exerted a transcendent effect in Jiang Ling's hands: the blade cuts off the air and draws a huge arc like a half-moon. Scratch down from it like a rabbit rising from a magpie!

　　 This is her demon, only in front of her this thing is physical. It can actually hurt her now, and only her own attacks can truly life the central demon!

　　 In an instant, the black mist burst, and the pitch-black monster trembled violently. Hundreds of mouths on his body screamed sternly at the same time, causing the sand to rise, and a small black tornado seemed to blow on the platform!

　　 The strong wind obscured people's vision, Jiang Ling in the center had to squint her eyes. But at that instant, a few black arms suddenly pierced out of the violent wind, and with a merciless offensive, several huge forces from up, down, left, and right slammed on her at the same time!

　　 There was no sound, and there was no real feeling of shock to others. Only Jiang Ling's body flew out of it, and she was thrown to the ground like a broken rag doll, rolling out more than a dozen steps before stopping.

　　 The storm dissipated, and the huge figure appeared again, except that a dozen tentacle-like long arms grew from the part where it was cut by the sword, twisting and dancing in place. It was hit by Jiang Ling's heavy blow, but it was not weakened, but it seemed to have grown bigger!

　　 In front of it, the girl covered in soil slowly got up, holding the long sword in her hand, and stood up again with some difficulty.

　　 "It's not over yet."

　　 "I don't want to lose."

　　 "I want to...become a cultivator!"

　　 Jiang Ling ran again, and the long sword was handed out like lightning--this time it was a straight stab. The forward blade pierced the big eye of the monster's belly and penetrated deeply into the black body.

　　 The scream pierced the eardrum in a moment, the monster raised its body again, waved dozens of arms and pointed at her in all directions from top to bottom. She leaped up and seemed to want to evade, but the number of arms was too much, there was no dead corner at all, so the fierce gravity passed through again, she was thrown to the ground again, the sword blade was released, and the corner of her mouth oozes. Streaks of bloodshot eyes.

　　 Wei Ze in the air turned his head and couldn't bear to take a closer look, while Shangguan Yu Ning put his hand on the hilt of the sword beside him, his fingertips cold.

　　 In the gaze from the air, Jiang Ling got up again. Did not go to pick up her sword, but found out a spiritual fire spell. She clamped the talisman paper to her fingertips and sang in a low voice.

　　 "Leading the fire general, killing the demon atmosphere... Yuqing, the five thunder generals, the marshal true monarch-anxious as a law!"

　　 A strange pale flame ignited in her hand, it was a spiritual flame ignited purely with spiritual power, and was dedicated to all spiritual monsters. Jiang Ling gravity threw it out, and the spell fell on the monster, like sparks falling on kerosene, the huge body was completely ignited, and it instantly turned into a huge pale fireball!

　　 As if the screams from **** sounded, the monsters in the spiritual flames struggled, their figure expanded again in the flames, and the newly born long arms slapped the ground like an earthquake, with a lethal momentum that caged the girl in the center.

She moved forward with difficulty and was knocked to the ground several times, but in the end she still touched the long sword that was free from her hand, took it in her hand, poured her spiritual power on it, and rushed towards the monster, chopped and chopped. All the thorns!

　　 "You give me—Go to hell!!!"

　　 Jianfeng was mad, she didn't care about the spiritual flames burning in front of her, and the stormy storm fell on the dark giant shadow. Every move creates hideous damage on the monster, and the increased damage will only make it bigger, and the counterattack will become more fierce. Every attack is like an interruption to the girl.

　　 Jiang Ling was lifted off again, this time it took twice as long to get up. Her left arm dropped weakly, her leg seemed to be a problem, she limped, and she seemed to be struggling to walk. But she still gritted her teeth and picked up the long sword, and pointed tremblingly at the bruised monster in front of her. At this time, its figure had expanded to cover the entire platform.

　　 "I won't let you kill me."

　　 "Some people don't want me to die like this."

　　 "I am a cultivator of immortals! A cultivator of Kunlun University!"

　　 "So you... go to hell!"

　　 She rushed forward again, shaking her body and shaking her arms, but the attack still fell on the monster. The sword's edge slammed on the black shadow, but the sword's blade had no moves at all, it was completely chaotic and slashing without rules.

　　 "Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die! Go to die!"

　　 She yelled, and screamed with the stern heart demon monster. The frantic sword slashed on the dark shadow, cutting out the scars that were messy like ghost symbols.

　　 One eye was pierced blind, and then more ghost eyes were born; one tongue was torn apart, and then more mouths opened in place. The dark monster swelled under her attack, getting bigger and bigger, and the platform under her feet could hardly bear it.

　　 "Come back! Keep your mind!" Wei Ze in the air couldn't help but shouted, "You will only make the demons stronger by doing this!"

　　 But Jiang Ling seemed to be unable to hear what he said. The disorderly sword power fell on the monster one by one, and at the same time she herself was counterattacked by gravity again and again. Soon, her whole body was covered with large and small scars, and all of her visible spots were bruise.

But she was still slashing frantically, until she ran out of her last bit of strength, until she could no longer hold the blade to let it fall off the ground, she threw herself on the ground like she did, crying like a heartbreak. stand up.

　　 In front of her, the figure of the monster was already covering the sky. The black shadow enveloped the howling girl, as if she was in the eternal night.

　　 The whole blessed land became silent for a while, and even the girl's cry was dimmed. In the death-like silence, only the crisp sound of the sword unsheathed the tranquility.

　　 "Master Wei, it's already irretrievable."

　　 Shangguan Yu Ning held the sword in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be frozen: "A person who has been in the devil's way will never get out of the abyss. When the matter is over, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."

　　Wei Ze didn't respond, he just lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

　　 Just below him, the girl with bruises and bruises was crying, her whole body trembling violently as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

　　 "Why? How could this be?"

　　 Jiang Ling muttered, the wounds all over her body were aching like crazy, which made her feel fatally dizzy.

　　 She feels very tired, very tired, so tired that she can no longer hold a weapon, so tired that she wants to sleep like this and never wake up again. So she leaned down under the shadow of the shadow, just like the death row prisoner on the guillotine, slaughtering her neck with her neck.

　　 "I'm sorry, I still didn't do it..." she sobbed and repeated, "I'm sorry...sorry...sorry..."

　　 Her eyes started to turn black, Jiang Ling slowly closed her eyes. It is conceivable that the blow that penetrated the body did not appear, and even the pain of the heavy blow never came.

　　 The only thing that came into the ear was a crisp sound of a hard object landing.

　　 "Pattern."

　　 The movement is very small, but it is like a little star in the dark night piercing the darkness. She opened her eyes with all her strength and saw that the little mirror of peony had slipped out of her body and was falling on the ground in front of her.

　　On the mirror, drops of water are falling.

　　 "Pap, pap..."

　　 Those are tears.

　　 She saw her face in the mirror. It was dusty. Those eyes were already crying dry, but there were still tears dripping on the mirror. The teardrops were pure black.

　　 Jiang Ling was stunned suddenly, and followed the picture reflected in the mirror to look up.

　　 She saw the black body covered with scars, and saw countless pairs of bloodshot eyes on the body. Those eyes were blinking, and black tears rolled out of them.

　　——This huge twisted monster is crying.

　　 The demon born from the heart, the self she most unwilling to face, the heart demon who has suffered countless traumas, is crying at this time.

　　 Jiang Ling stopped attacking frantically, but the monster also stopped a fatal counterattack. The two sides face each other in extreme silence, as if this silence will remain for a century.

　　 In the silence, the kneeling girl carefully stretched out her hand, but this time she didn't take the sword again. She opened her palm to the monster with her bare hands, as if she was just trying to touch the monster's body.

Fear made her fingertips tremble, but at the same time the monster also trembles. In the tremor, it slowly and carefully stretched out a dark arm, seeming to also want to touch the girl in front of him, but this time no more With terrible strength, that twisted arm hung over her, like a dragonfly, across the palm of her hand.

　　 It was so quiet all around, but she seemed to have heard the sound of something, which was crying and moaning like a child.

　　 "It's so painful..."

　　 "I really want to cry..."

　　 "This world is so bad..."

　　 "Why do people like me live in this world..."

　　The weird picture was reflected in my eyes, and even the saints of the air protector showed suspicion. Jiang Ling on the ground also opened her eyes wide, and at that moment, she thought of something.

　　 "That's the self you don't want to face. But even so, it's still you."

　　 She slowly got up. It was then that she finally heard Wei Ze's words, those words from the past, ringing so clearly in her ears.

　　 "To get over this catastrophe is to accept the true self. The past cannot be changed, but from now on, all that will not cause you any disturbance."

　　 "Because you are worthy of all the light in this world."

　　 Jiang Ling stood up straight again with difficulty, and raised her head. The huge dark heart demon was directly reflected in her eyes, and a faint light flashed in her pupils.

She looked at the twisted monster in front of her, and she was in a daze as if she saw scenes through time: the closed iron fence, the long road as if there was no end... At last it was a downpour, and the lone girl stood. In the torrential rain: water drops on her face kept flowing, and the shadow behind her merged into the darkness, projecting a huge unknown monster. In the gloomy light, the girl and the monster were all covered in bruises.

　　 Jiang Ling suddenly felt sad at that moment, sad for this monster.

　　 She suddenly didn't want to hurt it anymore.

　　——It must be painful. she thinks.

　　 She walked towards the heart demon again, without making any offensive. The thin figure walked under the huge shadow, as if synchronizing toward the abyss.

　　 "What is this going to do?"

　　 Even Shangguan Yu Ning in the air couldn't help being startled, the long sword in his hand hesitated for a moment. In this moment of hesitation, she saw the monster that covered the sky and the sun slowly leaned down-it hung down the huge twisted head at the girl, and dozens of eyes above it shed black tears, like raindrops. fall.

　　 In this heavy black rain, the blood-stained girl raised her face.

　　 "It's okay already."

　　 She spoke softly, bathed in black raindrops, and slowly and tentatively stretched out her hand, stroking her bruised body, as if she was comforting a crying child.

　　 The monster did not resist.

　　 "You don't need a fake smile anymore."

　　 She gently stroked the trembling eyes and mouth on the skull, and her fingers touched the scars ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ as if to smooth it.

　　 "Those things have passed, everything will be better in the future."

　　 "Because you found the real fairy road."

　　 The huge monster trembles, and the black rain is even heavier.

　　 "You are now a student of Kunlun University."

　　 "You are now a real cultivator."

　　 "You are now, you can get happiness."

Jiang Ling let go of her arms and stared at the black shadow in front of her with affectionate eyes: it hung down a huge body, and her dark head was stroked under her hands, and her wriggling eyes and mouth closed, like wax in the fire gradually. melt.

　　The saints in the sky showed a surprised look. They saw that the art on the ground was fading, and the mist that enveloped the prison was dissipating. That was a sign that the heart demon was about to die.

　　 [Student [Jing Ling] improved her mood, spiritual power +30]

　　 [Student [Jiang Ling] Eradicate the demons, spiritual power +60]

　　【Student【Jiang Ling】……】

　　 Wei Ze waved a few hints in front of him, and looked forward.

　　 On that platform, the girl faced the huge monster with a silent smile on her face.

　　 She stood on tiptoe, opened her arms up in the shadow, and hugged the monster's head tightly. Then, lightly kissed on that forehead.

　　 Under everyone's gaze, the huge dark heart demon stopped.

　　 It was weeping, and after putting away all its movements, its whole body began to dry out quickly. The twisted eyes and mouth fell from it piece by piece, as if burned ashes dissipated in the air.

　　 The body that was burned with fire, slashed with a sword, and could not be killed with anything, melted quickly in the arms of the girl.

　　-it was defeated by that hug.