Dark Moon Era

No one thought that Tang Ling's breakthrough would be so special.

Not only was he forcibly suspended during the breakthrough, he also encountered Tang Feng who had been dead for many years in the world of visualization.

Perhaps this is not the real Tang Feng... But who would not find this kind of meeting and meeting, even preaching and receiving karma? In addition, there are some unspeakable sighs?

However, neither Tang Ling nor Tang Feng seemed to care about this. You can say that Tang Feng’s spiritual power may be “premeditated for a long time”. Knowing that sooner or later, it will be in harmony with Tang Ling’s self-will. Under the right conditions, meet in the world of visualization.

But why is Tang Ling so indifferent? The reasons may be complicated when analyzed. But at this moment, it was because he was completely immersed in Tang Feng's teaching. This method of self-will tempering was too magical, but Tang Ling could already fully appreciate the beauty of this method based on Tang Feng's explanation. , And the role it can play in the future, although it cannot be directly transformed into the most intuitive combat effectiveness, but...

However, if this self-will can be tempered to a high level, such as the "Diamond Realm", then in this world, most of the purple moon fighters will regard it as terrifying, and even the most difficult opponent to deal with-the leap , Will be crushed when fighting Tang Ling.

And this method has a more mysterious effect, but it is not what Tang Ling can understand now, and Tang Feng has no plan to say it. Some things are better to experience by yourself.

The process of teaching and learning cannot feel the passage of time, and there is no way to accurately measure the flow of time in the visualized world. Long or short, fast or slow, are related to the fluctuation of the mental power of the visualized world. People in this era still can’t understand.

The vibrant early spring has passed in a blink of an eye.

In the spring time, the vitality accumulated for a winter has been released to the fullest. On the top of the hill outside the hut, the mountain flowers are gorgeous and the grass is green.

Below the mountain, it has entered early winter, the dense drizzle is misty, the plants have not withered, and although the greenery has not faded, there is also a sense of bleak and scattered.

"If we were in the former civilization, this should be a small town in the south?" The other side closed the book in his hand and muttered to himself while looking at the world under the mountain.

Tang Ling is still breaking through. It has been twenty days in a blink, and it took almost a month. Is it still within the normal range?

There are no guards here, and there are no polymaths full of experience, so Bi An cannot get an answer.

Although the mood was firm, Tang Ling's energy fluctuations disappeared about ten days ago, which really made Bi An very worried.

Even if he knew that Tang Ling shouldn't be disturbed, Bi An couldn't help but want to open that door to take a look at Tang Ling's state.

It was also because of this decision that Bi An discovered a miraculous thing, that is, that egg, the egg guarding Tang Ling's door, could express some self-consciousness to communicate with Bi An the simplest.

When Bi An stood in front of the door and was about to push the door open, it was the egg that sent out an eager emotion to stop Bi An.

Although this expression cannot be prevented as a clear language, the conveyance of emotions is very clear, like a complete copy of one person's mood to another.

Smart as the other shore is in a moment, then you can'understand' the meaning of egg, don't go in, definitely not!

In addition, this egg is afraid that Bi An does not know that this strong will is expressed by it. When expressing this will, the egg is still rolling around at Bi An's feet, looking a little funny.

Regarding the origin of the egg, Hian is of course clear.

A reborn super-rank fierce beast, once turned around, is supported by top-rank resources, and the blood provided by Tang Ling to shape it, it must be a very magical little thing.

Therefore, after receiving this information, Bi An didn't hesitate to give up his thoughts.

However, this egg was not at ease, and did not know what method was used, so that Bi An suddenly felt an extremely strong vitality from the room where Tang Ling broke through.

This intensity is not like a raging fire, but like a plant that has accumulated a winter's vitality. It is so long and heavy, accompanied by Tang Ling's'dong dong dong' heartbeat as strong as a drum, still a little bit A little bit becomes stronger.

Tang Ling's heartbeat...

A smile appeared on the corner of Bi An's mouth. She was very familiar with everything about Tang Ling, so familiar that she could tell that it was Tang Ling even with the sound of her heartbeat.

Hearing this voice, Bi An suddenly felt relieved.

"The magical little egg, it's really interesting. You just guard him right here." Kneeling down, Bi An patted the egg. For some reason, Bi An has been certain at this moment that the egg will hatch, and the time it should hatch should be After Tang Ling broke through...

What kind of little guy will appear? The other side suddenly looked forward to something.

However, in the face of the great beauty Bi An's favor, this egg seemed to be a little impatient, and once again sent a trace of emotion to Bi An.

The general meaning of this emotion is also very clear, which is ‘don’t disturb us’.

"Haha, it's really interesting." Bi'an was not angry at all, and even very happy. I don't know why the temperament of this little egg inexplicably reminded her of the stubborn and slightly awkward appearance of Tang Ling when she was a child. The eggs are a bit more fond.

After leaving, Bi An no longer worried, it was inevitable that he was a little lonely in his time alone.

However, Bi An didn't care about loneliness. The dark years that he wanted to annihilate but could not disappear in his memory made Bi An already used to loneliness.

A regular life, immersed in it, and occasionally talking to himself, the years staying by Tang Ling's side were also very good.

"Have you remembered all?" At this moment, all of Tang Feng's teaching to Tang Ling had ended.

In addition to the entire content of the self-willing skill itself, Tang Feng also unreservedly explained to Tang Ling all the explanations of the key points of this skill, as well as experience and insights.

Faced with Tang Feng's question, Tang Ling didn't react at all, his eyes still seemed to be in a state of loss.

Upon seeing this, Tang Feng did not urge anything, but looked at Tang Ling quietly with a warm and soft look. He lit a cigarette, and a wind-swept grassland appeared around him, and then overhead The sky glowing with the warm dusk of light appeared again...

As the cigarette smoke rose up, there seemed to be intermittent humming sounds in the distance. It should be an ancient and vicissitudes of civilization.

"Really good." Tang Feng squinted comfortably, stroked his stubble chin, and looked at Tang Ling who was sitting on the big rock opposite him.

He hesitated for a moment, got up with a cigarette in his mouth, hesitated again, and reached out to the top of Tang Ling's head, apparently wanting to touch Tang Ling's head.

"What are you doing?" Tang Ling looked at Tang Feng's strange movements and asked defensively at this moment.

Tang Feng's gentle eyes had disappeared at this instant, replaced by cynical indifference under normal conditions, with a trace of impenetrable depth.

"Preparing to beat you." Tang Feng answered Tang Ling in this way, with his hands still in the air, but he didn't know why, it seemed that there was an inexplicable embarrassment.

"Why?" Tang Ling hadn't noticed anything at all, but felt inexplicable.

"Because I asked you a question, you didn't respond. You are facing the enemy, how many times do you think you will die?" While talking, Tang Feng's hand held in the air suddenly clenched into a fist and knocked at Tang Ling's head. .

"It's useless." At this moment, Tang Ling immediately reacted. The will that he had just learned, after several tentative self-training, immediately condensed his mental power and formed a defense.

"Boom", Tang Feng deliberately added an exaggerated voice, and his fist hit Tang Ling's head hard.

But this time, Tang Ling didn't feel any head knocked from his body, he really defended Tang Feng's attack.

He was still a young man. Tang Ling couldn't help but smiled in surprise when he felt this. But thinking of facing Tang Feng, Tang Ling's surprise smile immediately faded again. He pretended to be indifferent and stood up. Facing Tang Feng: "I said it was useless, teach me this skill, do you regret it?"

The provocation, the naked provocation, broke out all Tang Ling's dissatisfaction just now.

Tang Feng didn't care at all, but a familiar smile hung on his face: "Very well, did you learn it? So now..."

Tang Feng prolonged the ending, looked at Tang Ling with deep meaning, and then said word by word: "Give you a certain amount of time. According to the flow of time in this world, it will take about one day. You can start to temper your skills. Self-will. After that, you have to challenge me. You know the benefits of winning. But if you lose...you can also imagine the consequences, right?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Tang Feng's smile looked particularly rascal, Tang Ling's face suddenly changed, thinking of the big **** before, playing XX, it made people angry and desperate.

Before Tang Ling could speak, Tang Feng continued: "Besides, remember, what I taught you is not a skill. It is a top-level knack from the domain of dreams. Under normal circumstances, only top-level elites can The unique knowledge that I came into contact with-"King Kong Like a Mountain"."

"The meaning of this name is to temper one's will to be as hard as a King Kong, and have a natural unmoving mood like a mountain."

Tang Ling listened very seriously, but he pretended to be careless, looking around.

In the evening sky, the wind-swept grassland, if there are ancient tunes that seem to be infiltrated in the voice of the vicissitudes of life, it will come intermittently...

This is the world of visualization that Tang Feng transformed into? Is there anything special?

Tang Ling's heart was filled with an indescribable strange feeling, but his mouth was muttering, "Why do you mess with these fancy things in my world of visualization."

Facing Tang Ling’s words, Tang Feng was taken aback for a moment. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he reached his lips, he changed into: “If you have the ability, you can change it. Remember, the time of the day. I’m very kind to you. Know that the best leaners can temper their self-will into the woody rhyme within half a day, even the hardest hardwood..."

"And your father, me, it only took two hours to enter Mu Yun, you..."

"I know, I won't be worse than you. One day later, wait, I'm afraid you will not be able to hold your mental strength." Tang Ling raised his chin proudly, his eyes filled with raging warfare. .

So proud and high-spirited.

In fact, Tang Ling would not be so ostentatious, but in front of Tang Feng he couldn't help feeling some emotions that he didn't know.

Perhaps, I didn't want Tang Feng to look down upon, or perhaps I wanted Tang Feng to be proud of himself.

Of course, Tang Ling would not admit these emotions.

Just like Tang Feng wouldn’t admit it, even for the top leaps, it would take at least five days to reach Mu Yun to cultivate this "King Kong Like Mountain Yi". As for Tang Feng himself, it took a day and a half at first. Reached the wood rhyme.

As a father, shouldn't it be natural to have greater expectations of his son? This kind of expectation is not blind, but based on his belief in Tang Ling.

After all, this strand of spiritual power entrusted to Xiaozhong has been with Tang Ling for twelve years. Although he cannot perceive everything about Tang Ling, at a critical moment...

At this moment, Tang Ling had already entered the tempering of his own will without even wanting to waste a second, and the phantom figure had disappeared.

Tang Feng smiled and sat alone on the big rock, muttering to himself in a low voice: "I am looking forward to it, son."

One day passed.

The grassland that Tang Feng transformed into seemed to be stagnant in eternity. No matter how time passed, it was always a dusk in the wind, and even the thin clouds hanging in the sky did not change.

But even so, Tang Feng seems to be able to accurately perceive the passage of time every second, which is not surprising. To know the unique ability of precision instinct, he is the first owner.

"Tang Ling, the time is up." Still sitting on the big rock, Tang Feng looked a little dangling. When 24 hours had passed accurately, Tang Feng suddenly shouted.

People with precise instincts are born extraordinarily punctual. With Tang Feng's cry, Tang Ling's figure has appeared in this grassland.

Looking at Tang Feng, what does Tang Ling want to say?

But he didn't want Tang Feng to stand up from the boulder at the moment Tang Ling appeared.

The next moment, a sledgehammer suddenly appeared in the originally quiet and peaceful twilight sky, slamming it towards Tang Ling, without giving Tang Ling any reaction time at all.

Facing such a sudden shot, Tang Ling was unexpectedly indifferent, as if he had expected Tang Feng to do so.

Because he will do the same, isn't it like fighting? It is extremely important to seize the most suitable opportunity.

Therefore, at the moment when the sledgehammer fell, a rock-like wall was already blocking Tang Ling.

‘Boom’, the sledgehammer fell on the stone wall.

It was only a brief collision, and the stone wall cracked in all directions in an instant, and then burst into pieces. But at the same time, Tang Feng's sledgehammer was also shattered.

The **** splashed away, and then disappeared in the air inexplicably.

There was a smile on Tang Feng's face, but with this smile, another hammer appeared above.

This time the sledgehammer is one size smaller than the previous sledgehammer, but anyone who has a little understanding of spiritual power or has a deeper sense of artistic conception can perceive that it is a little scary compared to the huge one before. Hammer, this one-size sledgehammer is obviously more condensed, and some things are not huge to have power.

This is the simplest application of self-will—condensation. Tang Ling can see it at a glance, and even he feels this attack. Tang Feng’s self-will has been strengthened by one point, and he has invested in it. Naturally, his mental power was strengthened by three points.

But are you afraid? Naturally not afraid!

Tang Ling waved his hand, and a giant shield rotating appeared in front of him.

The sledgehammer fell fiercely, and the rotating shield naturally blocked the attack of the sledgehammer, and cleverly used the power of rotation to dispel some of the mental shock.

Then, with the shattering of the great shield, the sledgehammer broke again.

It has to be said that both father and son are extremely skillful in using the spiritual power of self-will integration. Tang Feng's skill lies in his exquisite technique when he drops the hammer, and maximizes the mental impact.

And Tang Ling can be said to be tricky, using the power of rotation to crack.

With the second hammer, the smile on Tang Feng's face deepened.

It's a laugh. It has nothing to do with his attack. After the second sledgehammer was broken, a smaller sledgehammer appeared in the sky again. There is no doubt that Tang Feng’s attacks have become more condensed and self-willed. It gradually makes people feel'materialized', and it seems to condense into a piece of steel.

Tang Ling, who was born with a calf, was not afraid, his eyes filled with excitement, as if Tang Feng's attack was sharper, the more interesting...

The entire grassland transformed by Tang Feng was finally changed due to the fight between the father and son. All the scenes began to be inexplicably unstable, and it seemed that there was another feeling that would break and then shake at any time.

But neither father nor son cares about this. Tang Feng is more ruthless with one hammer, and one is faster than one. He seems to be too lazy to change any new attacks, so he chooses to directly contain more and more tenacious selves. The mental power hammer of will.

What shocked Tang Ling was that a sledgehammer would be superbly used by Tang Feng. The use of the same weapon Tang Feng became more and more tricky, and even used the hammer to trigger shocks, making Tang Ling’s mental power less powerful. stable.

Shocked and shocked, Tang Ling, who was born with an almost abnormal version of combat sensitivity, and combat awareness, will always make the right move...

All this made Tang Feng even more shocked, just because this kind of fighting talent was not Tang Feng, this kind of talent that seemed to be born for fighting was unique to Tang Ling himself.

Even if he had too much combat experience, Tang Feng had to admit that he couldn't resolve Tang Ling several times.

Therefore, Tang Feng smiled very happily. Such a smile was less scornful and more sincere. It seemed warm in people's eyes.

He is proud of his son, although it is impossible to tell according to his character.

But at the same time, there was a deep sadness hidden in Tang Feng's eyes.

Everything has a price. With such a high talent, the life born for war is destined to bear more. If Tang Ling can be ordinary...

But this is impossible. Tang Feng abandoned this illusion since Tang Ling was born. This kid's extraordinaryness has been so earth-shattering since his birth. Who else knows better than his father? So that...

Thinking about it, Tang Feng frowned. It was a distant past, some painful memories...

As for the changes in Tang Feng’s micro expressions, if they were placed in a normal time, Tang Ling, with amazing insight, would definitely notice, but to deal with increasingly difficult attacks, Tang Ling could no longer be distracted, so he did not notice either. These ones.

In a blink of an eye, the attack has been carried out nine times.

Tang Feng stopped suddenly and looked at Tang Ling: "Yes, I have survived nine attacks."

Tang Ling didn't speak, his eyes flashing with excitement and confidence already showed his pride at the moment.

"I don't like long battles, so let's take it for the last time. This time it must be attacked according to the limit of one day's cultivation results. It is very dangerous. You should think carefully, or give up." Tang Fengyun said calmly.

In fact, Tang Feng was not calm at the moment, just because Tang Ling had fully qualified for the first eight attacks and met his expectations.

It's just that Tang Feng has the final say on what the limit of one day is.

According to Tang Feng's prediction, it was indeed ten attacks to test Tang Ling, but this kid was too good, so that every time Tang Feng attacked, the strength that should be increased unknowingly increased, and he reached the expected limit only eight times.

The ninth time, it was Tang Feng's temptation. He wanted to know if Tang Ling could bear more? The result is delightful.

That being the case, Tang Feng wanted a stronger temptation, but this temptation was originally not considered by Tang Feng because it was dangerous.

But Tang Ling is a person who loves to gamble on life and death at critical moments. This character is undoubtedly derived from Tang Feng...

Therefore, as soon as the idea of ​​stronger temptation appeared, Tang Feng could not suppress this idea. Of course, Tang Feng was also confident that if Tang Ling could not bear it, he would be able to withstand it at a critical moment. Even in essence, it was just He is a ray of spiritual power with self-will as the core.

But-it is also possible!

"Come on." Compared to Tang Feng, Tang Ling is even more crazy. Does he care about the danger? At this time, Tang Ling didn't think that Tang Feng would be merciful because of his father.

If Tang Feng is such a softhearted person, why would he and Tang Long be left behind?

Thinking of this, anger burned in Tang Ling's heart once, and Tang Ling's will suddenly rose because of his anger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tang Feng looked in his eyes and sighed: "Very good."

While speaking, a normal-sized hammer appeared in Tang Feng's upper hand, a hammer with a purple to a little blackish color mixed with white silver lines.

Seeing this hammer, Tang Ling understood that there was stone rhyme on this hammer, which was the second order of self-will.

If the wood rhyme is yellow, but the color will go from dark to light, to the level of hardwood, it will be red...

The wood rhyme of this hammer has obviously reached the extreme of hardwood, with a stone rhyme.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Feng can really value himself.

The hammer did not move in the sky, but the dangerous aura was already rising.

Tang Feng looked at Tang Ling and asked for the last time: "Have you figured it out?"

Tang Ling was obviously unsure, but he said very simply, "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"