Chapter 1,73

This is an extremely vast hall. From the perspective of sight, the end is blurry, and the entire hall seems to be in a state of chaos.

"Bang!"

At this moment, somewhere in the hall, two figures rushed out, and the next moment, they suddenly intersected, fists and feet collided, and the fierce energy erupted like a volcano.

After seeing it closer, I could only find that the figure looked like Lin Dong, and the strangest thing was that the two figures were exactly the same, except that one had a vivid expression, while the other had an indifferent expression, dark eyes, and no emotional fluctuations at all.

However, it was obvious that the two of them were the same, but the indifferent expression of "Lin Dong" was even stronger. The two fought fiercely, but his fist wind instantly broke through Lin Dong's defense, and a fierce punch broke through Lin Dong's heart without mercy. The energy was gushing out, and his fist was like a blade, directly piercing through the latter's heart.

Dong!

The violent force exploded from Lin Dong's body, and his entire body was torn apart at this time, and an extremely terrible pain spread throughout his body.

However, although his body was cruelly torn apart, Lin Dong did not die. He could feel his consciousness floating, and the "Lin Dong" in front of him that tore him apart was still motionless.

"In the Invincible Divine Prison, the mirror is divided into three levels: heaven, earth and man, and now you can't even beat the weakest human-level mirror... It seems that your mental power has been neglected for too long." A light and shadow appeared in the air, and Yan looked at Lin Dong's condensed consciousness and said lightly.

Lin Dong seemed to grin. He smiled bitterly: "This mental mirror knows my attacks well, and is strong enough for me. It is not easy to beat me..."

"Also... this guy is too ruthless!"

"This Wujian Divine Prison Plate is where my master cultivated his mental power back then. Although you will not really die if you are torn apart here, the pain will be several times more feedback into your spirit."

"Here. As long as your spiritual body can persist, it will be able to be reborn continuously..." Yan said, glanced at Lin Dong's mixed consciousness and said, "If you can't even bear this, then there is no need to practice this spiritual practice. Because future practice will be more painful than this."

"You should also know very well that there is no power in this world that comes from nothing."

Lin Dong's consciousness took a deep breath and said, "You don't need to tell me this."

"Come on."

Lin Dong's consciousness fluctuated. Then the light condensed, and a spiritual body was condensed again. He slowly clasped his palms, and then looked up at the mirror that was looking at the again in front of him. This time, there was no more nonsense, and he stomped his feet and his body suddenly slashed out.

Bang bang!

The two figures fought fiercely again, but this time, Lin Dong only persisted for more than ten rounds than before, and was punched by the mirror.

“Huhu.”

Lin Dong's consciousness was floating, and a loud breathing sound came out, and there was an unconcealable pain in the sound.

"Come again."

Lin Dong gritted his teeth, his body condensed again, and rushed out again.

Bang!

Bang!

In the hall, low sounds kept ringing, and two figures, like tireless beasts, collided again and again. As the fierce fist wind burst, a harsh sound of breaking the wind was heard.

Lin Dong's spiritual body was constantly blown out by the mirror with indifferent expressions during the repeated impacts, but he did not feel depressed at all because of this seemingly meaningless impact. With the turbulent consciousness, spiritual bodies continued to condense, and then rushed out like a murderer with red eyes.

However, Lin Dong, who was stimulated by the severe pain, even his consciousness faded a lot, did not notice it. As his spiritual body condensed again and again, the light on his body became increasingly restrained, and the time when the mirror image wanted to defeat him was quietly extending...

There is no Yuanli here, and there is only the will that is as tough as a mountain.

...

“Four hundred and thirty-five times…”

Yan looked at the spiritual body condensed again and again calmly. It could feel that Lin Dong's consciousness was quite blurred at this time, but the spiritual body condensed was unknowingly solid as iron. The latter could still persist, but it was completely maintained by a stubbornness.

This paranoid stubbornness also made Deyan's always picky eyes a little more admiration. A person's ** can be weak, but if even his will cannot be strong, he is destined to be unable to become a real strong man.

Obviously, Lin Dong is not in this list.

Although Yan used to be in a deep sleep, he also witnessed that young boy who had been young step by step from the small Great Yan Dynasty to this point today, and this step is not the end.

It always feels that this young man, who is not yet powerful, will eventually become so powerful that he will even be impressed by it.

Bang!

Another low voice spread below. Yan looked at it, and then his eyes narrowed slightly. Only the palm of Mirror's hand penetrated Lin Dong's heart again. However, at the same time, Lin Dong's fist also exploded Mirror's head at this moment...

The tragic death was over.

The mirror wavered, and then slowly dissipated into nothingness. Lin Dong's body also fell to the sky, broke open at the moment of touching the ground, turning into a ball of consciousness floating up.

......

When his eyes returned to the cultivation hall of Leiyuan Mountain, Lin Dong's eyes suddenly opened, his face was astonishingly pale, and cold sweat kept oozing out from his forehead, his palms tightly, and the blue veins on his arms were exposed.

Although his body was not damaged at all, the terrible pain once again surged like a tide as his spirit returned to the body.

Lin Dong's body trembled, enduring the severe pain like a tide. After nearly half an hour, he fell a little limp and relaxed.

"The Eight Lords of those days also experienced this kind of cultivation." Yan emerged and said.

"Then what's my grade?" Lin Dong wiped his cold sweat and said casually.

"Ninth." Yan's mouth moved.

"That's the last one..." Lin Dong smiled.

"Well... When the Lord of Devouring defeated the first Taoist mirror, he failed a hundred times. He ranked second." Yan paused and continued: "And the Lord of Ice, who ranked first, failed... eleven times."

Lin Dong's body was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but nodded: "Awesome!"

Only after fighting with that mirror can you understand its strength, but the Ice Lord was able to defeat it after just eleven times of failure in the fight. This is no longer a super talent to describe. No wonder she is considered to be the person who is most likely to reach the step of Fu Zu...

Lin Dong failed more than 800 times to defeat the mirror, and the gap between them was enough to make him feel a little ashamed.

"But this doesn't mean anything. Your foundation is weaker than those at that time. They were taught by my master... and you... over the years, most of you have been practicing alone. If you can get the same guidance and practice conditions, you will think this grade will be much better." Yan said softly.

"Maybe."

Lin Dong grinned, but there was no sign of frustration in his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the huge CD in the air, and there was a hot rush in his dark eyes.

"But... I am a man who is born with a stubborn bone. So... I don't want to lose to anyone!"

"Stay practicing tomorrow."

When Yan heard Lin Dong's words, he was obviously stunned. This kind of cultivation was extremely painful. Every time he practiced, it took several days to recover. However, when he saw Lin Dong's fiery gaze, he did not stop him in the end. He just nodded slightly, and a hint of relief flashed through the depths of his eyes.

......

In the next month, Lin Dong almost never left this temple of cultivation. Every day, he would enter the plate of the Invincible Divine Prison and receive the almost death-like tempering.

He knew that his past neglect of mental power was now a great hardship to make up for it. Fortunately, with the intense and painful cultivation, he could gradually feel that the mental power in his Niwan Palace was also surging and solidifying at a very gratifying speed...

At this speed, it is only a matter of time to break through to the Mahayana of the Immortal Talisman Master...

During this month, Xiao Yan was still in seclusion, and Lin Dong was unable to pay attention to the things in Leiyuan Mountain because of his spiritual cultivation. Fortunately, Chen Tong and Huo Miao were much more reliable than their brothers, and Leiyuan Mountain did not have much trouble in their management.

Although they wanted to call Lin Dong out halfway, after feeling the amazing energy fluctuations in the hall, they could only give up this idea. They could sense that Lin Dong now seemed to be in a very critical cultivation, so they could only retreat helplessly in the end.

During this cultivation, a month passed quickly. In a vague way, powerful people with strength like Chen Tong and others gradually felt that in the hall of cultivation, there seemed to be an astonishing mental fluctuation, slowly emitting...

However, just as the spiritual fluctuations in the cultivation hall became increasingly strong, the sky outside Leiyuan Mountain suddenly sounded a broken wind, and then two figures came into the air. They were wearing green robes, and above the robes, all of which were surrounded by a blood dragon pattern. A faint pressure quietly spread out.

"The person from the Blood Dragon Palace, the Demon General of Leiyuan Mountain, isn't you coming out to greet him quickly?!"

Two figures appeared outside Leiyuan Mountain, and then their eyes turned, and the cold shout echoed in the mountains like thunder.

(I only found that there was a small mistake at the end of the previous chapter after writing this chapter, but it has been revised and does not affect reading.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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