A quarter of an hour later, Fang Ling slowly opened his eyes from the cultivation. He glanced at the ice crystal, his face became more and more gloomy. Fang Ling had already made the worst plan for his injuries. But in fact, he found that his injuries were even more serious than he had imagined.

The fight against the lion-headed fish made most of his meridians shatter, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that a yin and cold air was constantly circulating in his body. The yin and cold air was like a maggot in the tarsal bone. Fang Ling had just used all his strength, but only drove away a minute. According to Fang Ling's estimate, if he wanted to drive away all the yin and cold air in his body, he would need at least one month to practice. Now he is just a little stronger than an ordinary cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training.

Fortunately, the outer pill was not affected, which made Fang Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking out the jade bottle containing the pearl from the small Qiankun bag, Fang Ling's spiritual sense swept into the jade bottle. However, there was no pearl in the jade bottle, and there was only a light liquid. The liquid was transparent, but when you looked at it, there was a small dragon shadow swimming inside. Fang Ling suspected that the pearl was too hot for life. At the beginning, he saw the changes in the jade bottle, and his affirmation in his heart increased a little.

When Chun Wushuang and Fang Ling entered the Jiulong Pool, he had already told Fang Ling about the usage of Taiyisheng Water. Thinking of the benefits of Taiyisheng Water, Fang Ling couldn't help but feel moved. After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling carefully took out a drop from the jade bottle. Looking at the drop of water that seemed to be surrounded by dragon shadows, Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, slashed at the drop of water twice and divided the drop of water into three parts.

After putting the two portions back into the jade bottle, Fang Ling slowly swallowed the third of the drop of water into his mouth as Chun Wushuang said. As the drop of water was in his mouth, a cold and heart-wrenching cold suddenly appeared in Fang Ling's heart.

Fang Ling was not surprised but happy at this moment. The cold air contained a large amount of spiritual energy in the world. As long as the spiritual energy in the drop of water could be refined, his injuries would be greatly recovered. What's more, he vaguely felt that the most important thing in these waters was not those spiritual energy, but a special substance.

As Fang Ling practiced the Yuangong, the temperature around Fang Ling began to drop, and the rolling cold current condensed into a thick layer of ice armor on his body in an instant. The ice armor became thicker and thicker. In just half a quarter of an hour, the ice armor actually condensed about half a foot.

Fang Ling was still a little happy when the ice armor began to condense, but when his skin began to freeze and crack in the ice armor, Fang Ling felt a little bad. Under the influence of the Immortal Vajra Art, Fang Ling's body could withstand the attack of the ordinary magic weapon. However, under the cover of the ice, crack-like small holes continued to appear. The holes were getting bigger and bigger. If someone entered the room, he would find that Fang Ling had become a bloody man at this time. The cold air that broke the skin continued to invade the flesh and blood under Fang Ling's skin with the cracks.

The cold air that had been suppressed in his belly began to become a little confused at this time. Fang Ling gritted his teeth tightly and used all his strength to suppress the cold air in his body. He knew very well in his heart that once the spiritual energy inside and outside were mixed together, his body would probably be frozen and cracked into a layer of ice.

What to do? Fang Ling's thoughts flashed in his mind, and he suddenly stopped the operation of Peiyuan Gong and replaced the exercises with the Immortal Vajra Art. Although he was not sure whether the body-refining method of the Immortal Vajra Art is useful, if he kept running Peiyuan Gong, what was waiting for him would be frozen and cracked into ice.

Anyway, it’s a dead end, so it’s better to fight!

The moment Fang Ling stopped Peiyuangong, a cold that could freeze people's hearts and lungs rushed straight from Fang Ling's abdomen to his mind. Under the impact of this cold air, Fang Ling felt that his spiritual consciousness was frozen so cold that it was almost unable to move!

The verses of the Maitreya Sutra were constantly chanting in Fang Ling's heart. The frozen spiritual consciousness turned into a sharp sword under the action of the verse, constantly slashing the rolling cold air. At the same time, a faint golden light rose from Fang Ling's body. The golden light slowly gathered the cracks on Fang Ling's body and started to tear up from the cold air on Fang Ling's body.

Under the influence of the Sutra of Maitreya, Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness became extremely keen. It was like a pain that was cut into pieces, galloping across Fang Ling's body. Fang Ling's skin and flesh kept closing and was constantly pulled apart. The layers of fresh skin were torn into more cracks at the moment when it was formed. Fang Ling suddenly felt that his throat was salty and his legs were soft, as if he was exhausted. The blood that had been suppressed for too long was boiling at that moment, and he tried to rush out bravely. He reminded himself with the last bit of reason: persistence, persistence, but it was futile and there was no effect. He could only tremble all over his body, and the pain was almost impossible to control.

Fang Ling's heart was filled with a tremor full of pleasure, and his consciousness became blurred in the pain. He forgot the pain, forgot death, and forgot everything.

In this forgetting, he just madly ran the Vajra Art of Unmoving, and the spiritual consciousness in his heart silently recited the verse.

Fang Ling couldn't see that the golden light formed outside the body of the Immortal Vajra Art slowly turned into dark gold, and the skin that was constantly alternating during collapse and closing fell large areas. After the light completely formed dark gold, a layer of skin like white jade slowly appeared outside Fang Ling's body.

The cold air in the room slowly dissipated. Fang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile seemed to be relief, and even more like the Buddha pinching a flower, showing a mystery.

I don’t know how long it took, Fang Ling’s spiritual consciousness woke up. He felt that everything around him had merged into one with him. The river water was gentle and the night wind was gentle, and he was like a part of the night wind in the river water, smooth and fluttering!

He was unwilling to wake up from this state, but the more he didn't want to, the faster the feeling left. In an instant, everything seemed to have changed. The river water was still the river water, the night wind was still the night wind, and Fang Ling was still the Fang Ling.

His heart was filled with reluctance, and Fang Ling quickly checked his current state. The range of his spiritual consciousness did not increase, but it became more keen. As the thought flashed, a crack suddenly appeared in a porcelain bottle five feet away in front of Fang Ling.

Looking at the crack, Fang Ling's heart was filled with shock. Although he had put pressure on the qi-training cultivators with his spiritual sense, he rarely used the spiritual sense as a means of attack. Now, this sudden spiritual sense-turning sword made his heart beat faster.

Killing people with the sword of divine consciousness, that is, as long as this thought arises, you can kill the person you want to kill through the thoughts. Although the sword of divine consciousness transformed by Fang Ling's spiritual consciousness is still very weak at this time, Fang Ling feels that once he cultivates this sword of divine consciousness to a certain level, he is one of his trump card.

"Die!" A mouse rushed over from the nearby cabin. Fang Ling looked at the mouse and the sword of spiritual consciousness slashed directly. The mouse moved his body as soon as Fang Ling's thoughts flashed, but then ran away like lightning.

And just as the mouse left the floor, a long trace of blood all meant that the mouse was injured. Fang Ling looked at the thin blood, and his excitement dissipated a lot. Although the sword transformed by his spiritual sense must have a great effect in the future, he can only scratch people now.

Fang Ling's eyes fell on his skin again, and the fine skin emitted a faint round light. Fang Ling could even feel that every inch of his skin was hidden. After hesitating, Fang Ling took out an ordinary flying sword from the storage bag and then stroked it towards his skin. The moment the sword light swelled with Fang Ling's skin, a faint dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin. The moment the sword light hit the skin, it made a sound of gold and iron clashing.

After this sound, Fang Ling's skin, which was streaked by the sword light, was still as smooth as jade, as if the sword light had not streaked just now. This discovery made Fang Ling's heart move, and then he suddenly sacrificed the flying sword in his hand with magic power and slashed towards his arm.

The sword light flashed, and a dark golden light rose from Fang Ling's skin at the same time. A larger sound of gold and iron sounded in Fang Ling's ears. Along with the sound of gold and iron, a faint white mark appeared on Fang Ling's skin.

Although the white seal was a little deep, there was no trace of blood. Looking at the white seal, a trace of enlightenment appeared in Fang Ling's heart. He always felt that he had realized the same thing, but at this moment, Fang Ling knew how far he was.

The reason why my immovable Vajra body has not made progress for a long time is not that I have cultivated it to the extreme, but because I do not have the right way to train it! Although the magic technique of this immovable Vajra technique seems simple, the sentence in it contains the mystery that makes people think deeply.

Although the immovable Vajra body has made considerable progress, Fang Ling's injuries have not recovered much. Fang Ling, who was preparing to take a rest and practice, took out the twelve mysterious flags arranged in the room and walked out of the cabin.

The moon is like water, the gentle wind is gentle, and the flowing water is slow.

Looking at all this, Fang Ling felt like he was returning to the artistic conception just now. Just as he was about to appreciate the rare tranquility, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him with a thought in his heart.

At the top of the boat, a figure stretched out his arms, fluttered his clothes, and slowly walked towards the full moon in the water!
Chapter completed!