Sword Master Ling Tian

Within Taoyuan.

Ling Tian and Zhou Ehuang stood in front of the Wandao Pagoda.

"What, it will take thirty years to get out of the Yellow Springs Road?"

"It's been too long, I'm afraid that the Great Han Dynasty will change. Under the day of the road outside, my Lingtian has fallen, and the Dark Demon Race and the Celestial Race will definitely react."

Ling Tian frowned suddenly because Zhou Ehuang told him that it would take ten times the time to get out of Huangquan Road.

It will take thirty years to go out!

"No way. Since ancient times, Huangquan has always been easy to get in and difficult to get out. You have to say that you have a Taoyuan, otherwise, it will take longer."

Zhou Ehuang shrugged and said that he could not help it.

"However, this time is enough for you to reshape your physical body. After all, it is not easy to absorb the blood of the candle dragon."

"I went to retreat."

After all, Zhou Ehuang disappeared in front of the Wandao Tower.

Three months later, Qin Mingyue and others left Huangquan.

The Nightmare God and Donghuangzhong stayed in Huangquan, where it would be their world.

Although lonely, the Nightmare God has no regrets.

Emperor Zhou E also returned to Taoyuan.

Because her aura is different, the cultivation technique and supernatural aura brought from the west can't appear under this heaven.

Slowly on Huangquan Road, Taoyuan was flying fast.

In a blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed.

And for fifteen years, Ling Tian's soul has been refining the body with the blood of the nine real dragons and the candle dragon in the Wandao Pagoda.

Fifteen years outside the world, within the Pagoda of Wandao, it is two thousand and one hundred years.

More than two thousand years have passed. Ling Tian has used Candle Dragon's essence and blood to reshape his body.

It's just that after the three souls and seven souls merged into the body, they were not tightly combined.

To this end, it takes a long time to run-in.

Being able to be reborn this time, Ling Tian was also terrified.

If he really fell, he couldn't imagine how painful Qin Mingyue and others would be.

After truly experiencing Ling Tian after death, he became more awed by life, and he became more eager to improve his combat power.

He was always dissatisfied, dissatisfied with his weakness.

He is not yet at his limit.

He still has to continue to grow stronger.

He wants to become Emperor Wu, he wants to contend with the way of heaven.

In the Wandao Pagoda, Ling Tian sat cross-legged in front of the candle dragon fire.

He placed his hands in front of the Dantian Qihai, and within the Qihai, the road foundation was ups and downs.

In fact, Ling Tian and the others saw Daoji winks differently.

Others saw seven colors, but Ling Tian saw nine colors.

Ling Tian didn't know why this was, but at least, Ling Tian understood that this foundation was unusual.

He raised his hand, and in his palm was the gentle jade pendant.

The two little people leaning on each other are lifelike.

"囡囡......"

Ling Tian rubbed the jade pendant and couldn't help muttering.

When his soul was in a coma, he woke up after hearing that call.

With a sound of 囡囡, he will always be engraved in Ling Tian's soul.

Moreover, Ling Tian's memory now also possesses such a short but deep-rooted memory.

In the ice and snow, his thin body carried his sister from house to house to eat.

But no one gives charity, no one has mercy.

Cold and hunger swept through two young siblings who depended on each other for their lives.

Finally, the thin boy cut his wrist with a sharp ice skate and used blood to feed his younger sister.

It wasn't until he was dead that he saw an immortal descend from the sky and took away the blood-mouthed sister to leave, and he closed his eyes with relief, and merged with the ice and snow.

Yes, the boy who died was Jun Tian's elder brother.

He is not a powerful fairy, but an ordinary poor person.

But this memory was deeply engraved in the memory by Jun Tian.

She spent her entire life looking for her brother.

Even if you give everything.

And he was the reincarnation of the little boy who had been frozen to death and starved to death. Although Ling Tian had not really experienced that tragedy, every time he touched that memory, Ling Tian’s heart felt like a needle piercing pain. .

Tears couldn't stop falling from his cheeks.

He clenched his palm tightly and firmly held the jade pendant in his hand. He could now feel the same way as the little boy.

He can return to the helplessness and unwillingness of the little boy.

In this life, it won't.

Feeling the warmth on the jade pendant, Ling Tian carefully put the only thing of Juntian close to his body.

Ling Tian took a deep breath, and ten thousand divine lights bloomed out of his body.

Chong the weather, and the world of Taoyuan, interconnected with each other.

Heaven and earth manifest outside the holy light, and the sun, moon and stars manifest.

Each of these ten thousand rays of light is a law.

Ling Tian once comprehended the Law of Ten Thousand Ways in the Chonglou, and then became a quasi-emperor.

Under these heavens, I am afraid that only Ling Tian can do this.

It was precisely this that Ling Tian could fully activate the origin of heaven and earth, and thus perfectly blend with Taoyuan's world.

Emperor Zhou E was right, Ling Tian is now the Lord of Heaven in this world.

Perhaps, the world of Taoyuan is not very powerful yet, and the creatures in it are even not as good as the previous lower realms.

But here, Ling Tian was able to perfectly integrate the heavens and the realms, and contribute to this world.

It's like building your own home.

Every time Ling Tian integrates the power of a law into this world, this Taoyuan will be tenacious.

Ling Tian always firmly believed that one day he would be able to embed all the heavens in the Taoyuan world.

He will become Taoyuan and become as powerful as the heavens and thousands of realms.

The candle dragon's fire burns fiercely.

Ling Tian shrouded the light of all heavens, swallowing the fire of the candle dragon.

He should refine the candle dragon fire.

Although, time is tight.

Fifteen years later.

The Great Han Dynasty.

The capital city of Luoyang.

Ling Xiao'er was wearing a purple and gold armor, floating outside the palace.

Outside Luoyang City, the light and shadow of the Ten Thousand Dao Pagoda above the Kunlun Ruins was dim, and the light that soared to the sky had disappeared thirty years ago.

All the Tianjiao of Taiji Academy after the great change 30 years ago, although they can still get inheritance from the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Paths, they cannot be blessed by the dark divine light. slow.

But even so, the Tianjiao of Tai Chi Academy did not relax for a while.

Because, in these thirty years, every day, the strong have fallen on the border.

After tens of thousands of years, Human Race still failed to escape another catastrophe.

After the Great Changes of Ten Thousand Paths 30 years ago, the Dark Demon Race launched an attack on the Great Han Dynasty.

The first one to bear the brunt was the Thirty-Six Xiongguan that Ling Tian returned with a piece of paper.

Almost without any resistance, it was breached by the Dark Demon Race.

Fortunately, Ling Xiaoer dispatched all the elites of the Great Han Immortal Dynasty to the Yutian Pass near the Dark Demon Race, and this blocked an impact from the Dark Demon Race.

The Jiuding Yutian Array is still extremely tough.