Master Simulator: Change Your Life And Become Stronger?

At this time, Yang Ling quietly appeared in the valley.

At this time, Yang Ling put on a set of pitch-black armor, engraved with the mysterious and complex rune Conversion, exuding a faint cold glow.

The pattern engraved on the surface of the armor is exactly a blood-red flying sword.

On Yang Ling's right waist, there was a silver White dagger with a sharp and cold edge inserted obliquely.

Wearing armor and holding a flying sword, Yang Ling descended like a god of war.

Afterwards, Yang Ling bit his finger, and blood dripped on the flying sword.

In an instant, Feijian burst into a dazzling blood-red brilliance.

Yang Ling let out a low cry, and suddenly raised his legs and rushed towards the black dragon, waving the blood red long sword with his arm, and slashed fiercely at the black dragon's neck.

Sensing the threat, the black flood dragon immediately opened its eyes the size of copper bells, roared violently, opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of gray mist, facing Yang Ling's "310" attack.

Boom...!

A terrifying explosion resounded throughout the valley, Yang Ling was stopped by the gray mist, and the offensive was instantly disintegrated.

The black dragon took advantage of the victory and pursued, with its tail like a whip, it lashed towards Yang Ling's head, trying to kill him with one blow.

"Bastard, die!"

Yang Ling's eyes were red, and he let out a wild roar, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand turned into an infinite sword shadow and slashed at the tail of the black flood dragon.

......!

Accompanied by a violent collision, a rain of blood fell from the sky.

The tail of the black flood dragon was cut off by Yang Ling's sword, and blood gushed out, covering most of the cliff.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Ling jumped up suddenly, avoiding the remaining tail of the black flood dragon.

After rolling in the sky for two weeks, he quickly stabilized his figure, flicked his wrist, and put away the long sword in his hand.

"DL..."

The black flood dragon roared upwards in pain, and the severe pain at its tail stimulated Rage's emotions, making it even more ferocious.

While twisting its body, its huge body crawled slowly, ready to look for an opportunity to fight back.

At this moment, Yang Ling's figure suddenly appeared in front of it like lightning Normal, stretched out his palm, and grabbed it seven inches away.

Seeing this, the black dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth and bit towards Yang Ling's chest.

A mocking look appeared on Yang Ling's face, he clenched his right fist and punched it without hesitation.

HER......

There was a crisp fracture sound, followed by Hei Jiao's scream, and its huge body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

After Yang Ling succeeded in one blow, his figure was like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Sky on top of Hei Jiao's head, and punched Sky on its head.

......!

The head of the black flood dragon shattered on the spot, blood spattering everywhere.

"Boom"

The huge body of the black dragon slammed heavily on the ground, stirring up sand all over the sky.

Yang Ling looked down at the snake lying motionless on the ground, his face full of joy.

He spread out the five fingers of his right hand, revealing a taupe demon pill the size of an egg inside.

"It's such a strong bloody aura, this demon pill is enough to be worth hundreds of spirit stones." Yang Ling thought excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a sharp blade from the Qiankun Ring, cut off the scales and flesh of the black flood dragon, emptied its internal organs, and threw it into a storage bag, intending to bring it back to the master

Exchange points.

After doing all this, Yang Ling turned and left the valley.

After returning to the camp, Yang Ling found Lin Mo.

"Senior, you are..."

Lin Mo looked at the two shriveled skeletons on Yang Ling's back, and couldn't help asking.

Yang Ling sighed, and said bitterly, "This is the coffin I prepared for myself, old man."

"That's all the junior can do." Yang Ling shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked out of the tent.

The moment Yang Ling took a step, Lin Mo suddenly stopped him.

"Senior stay behind."

Hearing this, Yang Ling stopped, turned around and looked at Lin Mo and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Mo took a deep breath, and said word by word: "This junior wants to ask one thing."

When Yang Ling heard this, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.

However, he suppressed the killing intent and asked, "What is it?"

Lin Mo said: "I want to know how long your Contest Condition can last? Is the final result really fatal?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your vitality is constantly being drained, and if you don't improve your cultivation quickly, it won't take long for you to run out of oil and perish.

Yang Ling nodded with a smile, not hiding anything, and said: "Yes, the old man is indeed approaching the end of his lifespan, but if I can master the "Thousand Souls Blood Demon Art", maybe I can persist until I reach the realm of warriors, and I can live longer." Over a thousand years."

"However, so what if you advance to the realm of warriors? Can it change the situation that this old man must die?"

Yang Ling sighed softly, and continued: "So, the old man can't live that long at all. If I can help you once today, what about tomorrow? And the day after? You have to rely on others, right?"

There was a trace of old tiredness and despair in Yang Ling's voice...

When Lin Mo heard Yang Ling's words, there was a look of thought in his brows.

He thought for a long time, and finally raised his head and asked, "Senior, what if this junior can cure the hidden disease in your body?"

"Cure the hidden disease in the old man's body?" Yang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Lin Mo, the old man knows that you have medical skills, but your medical skills are far behind that of Sun Simiao, the king of medicine. How can you cure the hidden diseases in my body?" Yang Ling unceremoniously exposed Lin Mo's truth. .

"Senior, although the junior is not skilled in medicine, he is confident that the senior will live longer than Sun Simiao."

Hearing Lin Mo's affirmative answer, Yang Ling's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "Do you really have such means?"

"Of course." Lin Mo nodded solemnly, he didn't have any exaggeration about this matter, he was sure enough.

Yang Ling stared at Lin Mo for a while, and finally sighed slowly.

"Since this is the case, the old man will trust you once, and hope you will do what you say."

Yang Ling's personality at this time was no longer the chic and suave of the past, on the contrary, he looked decadent and old, which made people feel sad.

Yang Ling explained again: "Remember, you must not display any spiritual power or demeanor until you have reached the 2.9 realm of warrior realm."

"Because of your current realm and soul power, you simply cannot bear the side effects of monster blood and soul crystals."

Lin Mo nodded seriously, and said: "Senior, don't worry, junior understand."

After speaking, Lin Mo stepped aside, sat next to Courtney and started grilling the monster meat.

These few monsters are the peak of the second order, the meat is very delicious, and the aroma is tangy.

Yang Ling sat on the other side, closing his eyes and concentrating, quietly adjusting his breath, trying to restore the Contest Condition to its peak.

The light green light emitting from Yang Ling's body became brighter and brighter, as if there was a dragon hovering over the surface of his body.

After a while, Yang Ling opened his eyes, their eyes sparkling.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the body of the black flood dragon. Using his spiritual power, he began to refine the monster, devouring the power of the evil blood. .