Unify all heavens

"Now that the body has been refined, it will only take 7749 days for the soul to enter the body!"

While Li Qing was thinking, he put the body lying on the ground into the Dutian Divine Gourd and soaked it in the Hunyuan Divine Water!

Then he drank the liquid transformed from the Earthly Yin Demon Pearl in one gulp, and relied on the nameless formula to transform the corpse energy crazily.

Because he was refining the "Tai Qing Divine Fire", he lost too much corpse energy, and his realm dropped from the corpse king to the zombie state. Now that the dragon beads have been exhausted, only the two divine beads, Tianyang and Earthyin, can help him quickly regain his strength.

Although the liquid melted by these two beads could help him regain his strength, it could not restore his two palms that were burned by the star fire and only had bones left.

However, his current body will not last long. He only needs to wait for his newly refined perfect body to soak in the Hunyuan Divine Water for seventy-seven forty-nine days, and then he can use the method of external incarnation to transfer his soul there. in the body.

Although this body can be discarded after a while, there is still one thing that he needs to do personally, and if he does this, Xing Zheng's body will be a bit weak.

After all, Fengyun is a world of high martial arts!

And just when Li Qing regained his strength, the sky was finally approaching dusk...

Although it was almost dusk, Duanlang, who was only nine years old, still hadn't gone home. He was sitting on a boulder near the river with his knees in his arms, his eyes fixed on the turbulent river below.

boom--

Hua Hua——

During the ebb and flow of the tide, the river water slapped against the boulders, and the splashes soaked Duan Lang's thin clothes.

He looked down through his dripping hair at the golden river water illuminated by the setting sun, and couldn't help but think of what his father said to him this afternoon.

"Lang'er, dad is going to duel with the best swordsman in the world, King Nie Ren, tomorrow morning. Regardless of whether dad comes back alive tomorrow, remember, practice my family-breaking swordsmanship with all your heart, and you will definitely revive me in the future. Destroy the family’s prestige!”

After saying this, Duan Shuai handed him a letter and told him that he could only open the envelope after he turned sixteen!

As soon as he thought about this, Duan Lang raised his hand and touched the envelope that was placed close to him. Then he looked back and saw his father standing proudly with his hands behind his back at home not far away, looking up at the horizon.

He was still young and didn't understand why his father insisted on dueling with the man named King Nie.

All he knew was that his peaceful days were about to be far away.

At the same time, Nie Feng raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a sad face, then looked around at the weeds at the level of his shoulders, looking anxiously for his father.

Yes, King Nie Ren is missing again!

Just because in the process of chasing Xue Yin Dao during the day, his mad blood broke out, so he roared to the sky and disappeared.

And this time, Nie Feng didn't even know which direction he was running from.

Seeing that the sky is getting darker and darker, Nie Feng has not yet found any trace of King Nie Ren.

"What should I do tomorrow?"

Thinking of the decisive battle between King Nie and Nanlin Swordsman Duan Shuai early tomorrow morning, Nie Feng scratched his hair with a headache, and then continued to search sadly.

"father!"

"Dad! Where are you?"

…

The next day, when the sky was just bright, Duan Shuai was already carrying a long sword and rushing towards the Leshan Giant Buddha with Duan Lang.

I don't know if it was because he could finally fulfill his decades-long wish, but Duan Shuai seemed quite excited along the way.

But Duan Lang, who was carrying several coils of thick hemp rope and wearing light blue clothes, looked listless.

Because Duanjiazhuang is located a hundred feet away from the right rear of the top of the Leshan Giant Buddha, it didn't take long for the father and son to reach the foot of the giant Buddha.

Duan Shuai, who had long hair reaching his waist, looked up at the Buddha, then lowered his head and said to Duan Lang: "Lang'er, wait for dad's return again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up high with a "soaring" sound. With just a few taps of his feet on the Buddha's body, his figure was already on top of the Buddha's head.

When he saw that he was the only person above the Buddha and King Nie Ren did not come, he looked startled, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It seems I was too impatient!"

As he spoke, he stood with his hands behind his hands and looked into the distance.

At this moment, Nie Feng, who had not slept all night, was rushing towards the Leshan Giant Buddha with a depressed face. His home was not like Duanjiazhuang, it was very close to the Giant Buddha.

So even if Nie Fengtian started rushing towards the Big Buddha before dawn, he was still nearly ten minutes away from the Big Buddha.

While Nie Feng was rushing toward the Leshan Giant Buddha, Duan Lang was squatting by the river with a frown on his face, carefully dipping the hemp rope he was carrying into the river.

His hemp rope was tied with some small stones every few feet as a force for sinking into the river and for measurement. The end of the hemp rope was tied to a huge rock by the river.

After a while, he carefully pulled the hemp rope out of the river and found that the soaked part of the rope was much longer than last night. From this, Duanlang speculated that the water level had risen a lot.

When he was six years old, Duan Shuai asked him to come here to measure the water level three times a day, and he never stopped doing so for three years.

At this moment, seeing the water level rising, a smile finally appeared on Duan Lang's face.

He didn't know why his father asked him to come here every day to measure the water level. He only knew that once the water level rose, Duan Shuai would be in a particularly good mood.

"But...how to notify dad?"

He raised his head and looked at the Buddha, with a trace of sadness on his plump face again.

At this moment, a panting childish voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Huhu, we finally arrived! I hope I'm not too late!"

After Duan Lang heard the voice, he subconsciously looked back and saw a young man wearing a gray-white gown with disheveled hair standing behind him.

At this time, the young man was doing the same action he did before...

Duan Lang moved his lips, and just when he was about to speak, he saw the young man suddenly jump up and climb towards the top of the Buddha with a light skill that was not inferior to Duan Shuai's.

At the head of the Leshan Giant Buddha, Duan Shuai, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly heard a gust of wind that was completely different from the mountain wind.

He opened his eyes suddenly and said, "You are finally here! I have been waiting here for a long time!"

While speaking, he suddenly stood up, turned his back to the visitor and continued: "King Nie, we are called Nanlin Sword Head and Beiyin Kuangdao in the world! I have long wanted to fight with you, but you always Avoid the war! Today’s battle! I’ve been waiting for ten years!”

After saying this, he turned back sharply to look at the person who came, and then his expression suddenly became startled.

Because the person who came was not King Nie Ren, the best swordsman in the world, whom he had been thinking about day and night, but a young man who was panting.

"Who are you?"

Duan Shuai suddenly frowned.