Fantasy: Start To Break The Limit Of Cultivation

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Haotian Peak, Saint Child Hall, training room.

Ling Tian let out a mouthful of foul air wearily.

At this moment, Ling Tian's face was pale and haggard, without the majesty of a young emperor like usual.

Just endless weakness and exhaustion.

However, those mysterious and attractive eyes were full of joy.

His mind sank into his body, his once pale flesh and bones.

At this moment, it is completely white and jade-like, which seems to represent weakness and beauty under the color.

But it hides the power to kill True Martial Realm martial artists with one punch.

"No, I have to see the result!"

Gritting his teeth, he stood up with difficulty, clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched out.

The force-measuring stele in front trembled violently.

A row of eye-catching numbers appeared in front of Ling Tian's eyes.

Six hundred thousand physical strength!

This is 100,000 higher than the previous own full power limit.

But this is not the real full strength of Ling Tian, ​​his current body is very weak.

Looking at the numbers in front of him, Ling Tian had a satisfied smile on his lips.

Then his eyes darkened, and he passed out, and the Sheng Zi Ling around his waist also emitted a faint light.

A slight man's moan sounded.

"Son!"

"Holy Son, are you awake?" Fifteen opened his hazy eyes.

In the eyes, a group of beautiful women were staring at him anxiously with haggard faces.

It seems that these women have been by his side for more than a day or two.

"Qin'er, Qing'er..."

"Wuuuuuuuuuu... Holy Son, you finally woke up.

Hearing Ling Tian's words, Lin Qing'er immediately rushed forward, hugging Ling Tian's head and crying.

"Ahem........."

"Can you care about the feelings of your holy son?"

Ling Tian rolled his eyes, just woke up weakly, his mind was still a little groggy.

Being on the first floor by Lin Qing'er, she almost lost her breath.

but.......

This little girl looks so young and cute, but her development is really good.

"what?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Qing'er is worried about the Son."

Hearing this, Lin Qing'er got up quickly, her tone full of self-blame.

"Okay, this is me?"

Ling Tian smiled slightly to show comfort.

"Holy Son, you have been in a coma for almost eight days!"

Xiao Qin'er's words were also full of worry.

Closed Door Training is practiced for ten and a half days, and it is normal for ten or eight years.

But as a martial artist, being in a coma for eight days is a bit weird!

"eight days?"

"Fortunately, I thought I had practiced for a long time, and I was delayed in my work."

Ling Tian breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have any cultivation problems.

It's just that the project of making immortal bones is too huge.

The long-term pain and suffering are basically relying on my own willpower that surpasses ordinary people to persevere.

After the matter was over, my mind was relaxed, and I fell asleep naturally so weak and tired.

"Holy Son, you have been in a coma for eight days, not eight days of cultivation!"

Seeing this, the girls around quickly reminded them, and continued: "It has been one year and four months since you last closed door training!"

As they spoke, their faces became more worried.

The Holy Son doesn't seem to be so clear-headed, does he?

"One year and four months, so long?"

Ling Tian was slightly surprised, this should be the longest time he has traveled to this world and cultivated, right?

It seems that I still need to work harder in the future, it took so long.

If Ling Tian's inner thoughts were made known to others, his eyes would widen with grief and indignation.

If any of them has the opportunity to increase their physical strength and strength so much once.

Not to mention one year, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, they are also willing.

Ling Tian is still too slow?

Some martial arts Cultivation Base have broken through small Realm barriers, or comprehended something.

A Closed Door Training has been commonplace for hundreds of years.

But, even if these people are given a chance, can they grasp it?

For a whole year and four months, I endured heart-breaking pain all the time.

May I ask, how many people can have Ling Tian's terrifying perseverance?

If someone else possessed Ling Tian's astonishing talent and strength, would they still be willing to endure such pain?

Ask yourself, will they have the determination to persevere?

Even Saint, unless there is an opportunity for them to break through, otherwise they will not be so self-abuse.

That's right, Ling Tian's behavior is indeed self-torture.

Fortunately, the price paid is painful.

But the rewards are astonishing.

Ling Tian estimated that under his current full strength, the power of one punch can definitely reach nearly 800,000.

"Holy Son, Qing'er... Qing'er has something to tell you."

Seeing the pensive Ling Tian, ​​the girls wondered if there would be something wrong with the own Son of Heaven?

The usual Holy Son rarely showed such a frowning and thinking expression.

Most of the time, it is with a faint and attractive handsome smile.

"Oh?"

"Tell me."

Hearing this, Ling Tian also slowly recovered from his thoughts.

Looking at the young and cute girl with a ponytail in front of him, he felt even better.

"..."

"Just a few days before you fell into a coma, I beat up those women who always bullied me."

"And in the end, I imitated Shengzi and caught them there, making them admit their mistakes and beg for mercy several times."

Lin Qing'er's tone was full of excitement and surprise, and her expression was full of hope and hope.

"That's right, this time I didn't give my Son any face."

"But you said there, where is it?"

Ling Tian smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand and rubbed the other person's head lovingly.

Inside, I was a little surprised.

He actually felt that Qing'er's body was fluctuating with true energy.

Although Ling Tian has not stepped into the True Martial Realm, he can definitely see his excellent Mental Energy and destiny sensing, Realms below the king level.

In less than two years, Lin Qing'er has entered the True Martial Realm from the late stage of Kailing.

Although it is assisted by Haotian Peak's unique cultivation environment, it is difficult to conceal the other party's talent.

Looking at the original guess from 903, nine out of ten are true.

Lin Qing'er definitely has a special physique.

And at least above king body.

Don't look at Wang Ti is like an ant and an elephant compared to Ling Tian.

But in fact, even in Xuantian Sacred Land, there will not be more than one hundred real king bodies.

It's not that these people are not strong enough, it's just that Ling Tian is too perverted, and it seems that his royal body is a bit weak.

Wang body, an average of 30 years, the tenth Tiantest Conference, it would be good if one or two statues can be produced.

"Son...……"

"that......"

Hearing Ling Tian's praise, Lin Qing'er was excited and pleasantly surprised.

now.

Once again, the shy and timid look of the past was restored.

"What's there to be shy about, tell everyone about my son's Wanglong.

Ling Tian smiled with a gentle tone.

Beside her, Xiao Qin'er and other women also said, "Hey, little Qing'er is still so shy."

"Okay, then Qing'er said, the Son should not blame Qing'er."

"Silly girl, how could I blame you?"

As soon as Ling Tian's words came out, he was stunned at the next moment.

I saw Lin Qing'er stretching out her bright wrist, and her white and slender hands grabbed the proud and towering part of Xiao Qin'er's upper body.

Then he said in a naive tone: "I just learned from Shengzi when he caught Sister Xiao. When I caught them, they quickly admitted their mistakes and begged for mercy."

"Sure enough, you are wise, Holy Son!"

When the last sentence falls.

The other women around covered their mouths together, looking at this scene in disbelief. .