The night was as cool as water. Ling Muyun, who was sleeping soundly on the bed in an inn in Kaifeng County, suddenly shook his whole body, his eyes suddenly opened, and the light flashed violently, as if illuminating the dark room.

But then Ling Muyun stepped forward and sat up from the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated. However, despite meditation, sweat beads of beans were constantly sliding off his forehead, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch slightly, showing a hint of pain.

It turned out that Ling Muyun had just left the world of Tianlong and returned to his original body through time and space. However, as soon as his consciousness returned to his body, Ling Muyun felt a severe pain coming like a tide, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart, and the pain almost made him scream.

Fortunately, he had already experienced it before and knew that this was because the internal strength he brought back from the Tianlong world was too strong, and the meridians of the body could not bear it for a while, so it hurt so severely. After all, the internal strength practice has always been accumulated over time and gradually improved, so how could it be achieved like him? It is no wonder that his body could not bear it even if it was poured in so much internal strength at once.

However, Ling Muyun also knew that this was a necessary process. It would be fine after the internal force expanded and opened up the narrow meridians in the body. Therefore, he would do his best to exercise his strength as soon as he woke up to make this process complete as soon as possible.

After a while, Ling Muyun, who was cross-legged, suddenly shook his whole body, and a powerful aura emanated outward. However, he immediately restrained himself, the pain on his face disappeared, and the cold sweat flowing from his forehead was evaporated. After a while, Ling Muyun finally let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

Looking at the room in front of him, which was clearly not bright but visible, Ling Muyun couldn't help but smile on his face. He knew that this was not because the room had really suddenly become brighter, but because his internal strength had improved, so his five senses became more sensitive.

With the help of the powerful energy brought back from the Tianlong world, Ling Muyun's true body's internal strength cultivation also broke through the shackles in one fell swoop and entered the state of innate small success.

It was just because he still needed to maintain the survival of the reincarnated body in the Tianlong world, Ling Muyun did not bring back all his internal strength, but only brought back half of it. Therefore, after being promoted to the realm of innate small success, the internal strength he brought back was exhausted, and he was unable to climb to the peak of innate small success in one fell swoop, reaching his internal strength level when he left the Tianlong world.

However, because he has reached that level of cultivation in the Tianlong world, and there is abundant heaven and earth energy in the main world for absorption, it is only natural for Ling Muyun to reach the peak of innate small success. He only needs a few days of rest and practice to make up for the lack of internal strength.

After calming down the true energy in his body, Ling Muyun wanted to get out of bed and find Huang Rong. It was certainly the one hand that he had been to Tianlong World for more than half a year and missed Huang Rong a little.

However, as soon as he was about to move, he suddenly felt an indescribable fatigue surged up, which made Ling Muyun want to fall on the bed and sleep to death.

Ling Muyun was indeed very tired at this time. This fatigue does not come from the body, but from the soul. After all, he just returned from a plane trip, and especially brought back extremely powerful power from the Tianlong world. This is a huge load on his soul, and it is not as simple as playing games.

Although time and space shuttle are actually of great benefit to Ling Muyun's soul, every plane trip is actually equivalent to tempering Ling Muyun's soul, making Ling Muyun's soul more tenacious and solid, in the process, the feeling of Ling Muyun, the forged person, is not so wonderful.

This was not the first time Ling Muyun felt this feeling. He had felt it when he came back from the The Legend of the Condor Heroes. However, the enormous energy he brought back this time was far greater than that of the past. Half of the power of the innate peak realm was far from comparable to the acquired level or the first to enter the innate level. The gap was more than ten times more.

If he hadn't had traveled through time and space several times and practiced the God-Refining Chapter of the Outer Heaven to the third level, his soul strength would have long since become different from the past. I'd probably have been suppressed by this powerful load and the soul collapsed and the true spirit would have been destroyed.

Feeling this fatigue from the depths of his soul, Ling Muyun gave up the idea of ​​finding Huang Rong now. Anyway, detoxifying Rong'er is not bad for this short night. He is so tired now that he doesn't want to do anything or say anything. He just wants to have a good sleep and relieve this fatigue.

So Ling Muyun leaned back and fell on the bed again. When he closed his eyes, a powerful sleepiness immediately came, and he fell asleep immediately...

Just as Ling Muyun was sleeping soundly in the inn, there were bright lights in a large house on the other side of Kaifeng County.

In a hall in the house, dozens of thick red candles were lit, illuminating the entire hall like daytime. In the hall, dozens of men in black were standing, with belts of gold and silver tied around their waists. Everyone stood on the spot with a solemn face, not daring to say a word, but just lowered their heads and looked at the ground.

If Ling Muyun and Huang Rong were here, you can see at a glance that these people were the Baiyao Valley where Ping Yizhi lived after them, and chased the demon sects whom Xiang Tianwen.

On the top of the hall, there was a red sandalwood seat, and on the backrest of the chair, there was a complete piece of very precious white tiger skin. At the foot of the chair legs, there was also very precious fire fox skin, which seemed to be used to cushion the foot of the chair, which was extremely comfortable and luxurious.

However, the chair was empty at this time, and dozens of demon sects in the hall were also standing solemnly towards the seat. Obviously, they were all waiting for the arrival of the owner of the chair.

At this moment, a red shadow suddenly flew into the hall door, just like lightning. Everyone in the hall felt the sound of the wind, and then they saw a figure dressed in red clothes sitting on the empty seat.

Everyone in the hall immediately fell to the ground and recited in unison: "See the Holy Master of Wencheng and Martial Demon, the Holy Master of Holy Master for thousands of years, and will unify the world!"

The person on the seat raised his hand gently, and a crisp, pleasant but extremely majestic voice suddenly sounded: "Let's get up when you wait."

"Thank you Master Sheng!"

Everyone stood up from the ground together, but they still stood solemnly with their heads down, with respect and awe on their faces. No one dared to look up at the person sitting on the chair, and they didn't even dare to vent their breath.

If you only look at the performance of these people, you will definitely think that the "Holy Master" they are facing is an extremely terrifying person. However, if you really look at the appearance of the person on the seat, you will be surprised, because the person sitting on the chair is actually a young and extremely beautiful woman!

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the "Holy Master" who could make these great martial arts members bow down to him would be a young and beautiful woman?

But if you look closely, you will find the difference between this woman.

The woman was dressed in red, with her hair tied up on her head, and then spread out toward her back, drooping like a waterfall. Two sword eyebrows were inserted into her temples, and under her eyebrows were beautiful eyes like dreams, but if you look closely, you will find the terrifying light like cold electricity. Her nose, red lips, skin as snow as snow, and her eyes were faintly shining. The bright light was so strong that it was full of majesty and heroic spirit!

Anyone who sees this woman at first sight will have a word in his mind, that is - beauty!

However, her beauty is very different from that of other women. It is neither soft nor charming, nor beautiful, but a special beauty of heroic posture, a proud majestic and domineering beauty, and a wonderful beauty of looking down on the world!
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