Chapter 264 March , the killing calamity begins [Daily Days, asking for monthly tickets]"I'm going back to practice first." Song Lin left the Linjiang Cottage and returned to the Daobi Stone Cave. He has found the way forward in the way of swordsmanship, but his practice in the realm of spiritual silence remains at the same point. How to make a breakthrough within twenty days is indeed a huge problem. This is the Divine Mansion Realm! The cultivation of the internal organs cannot be neglected at all. "Ling Ji... I can only take a risk and give it a try." Song Lin sat cross-legged on the Niquan, his body melting into the essence of water. He took the lead in mobilizing the water force contained in his kidneys, condensing it into a point, sitting on the kidney core and taking root there. For a while. The aura around him suddenly disappeared, and he felt ethereal and vague, as if his power had dissipated.

The way to spiritual tranquility is to exist and to be refined. The practice of Kaiyuan and Wufu is accumulation and shaping, while the practice of Lingji is the result. The 'fruit' of spiritual roots. Song Lin's natural talent mainly lies in water, so he chose these five elements, taking water as the main one, to harmonize yin and yang. Eventually it blossoms and bears fruit within the kidneys, achieving supreme root bones. But this step is also extremely dangerous. If reclamation fails, the cultivation will inevitably suffer great losses or even death. Therefore, ordinary people have to practice for several years or even decades with great effort before they can obtain a bone and lay the foundation for the divine palace. Song Lin has enough talent to dare to take such a risk. in a blink. The water vapor in the body disappears and merges into the kidneys, the blood vessels dry up, and the heart seems to have stopped beating. Song Lin's brain lost blood supply and gradually became blank. this moment. A trace of regret seemed to flash through his mind, but he had no time to think about it. The mind sank into the boundless abyss, fell into the endless "singularity" under the kidneys, merged with the infinite water vapor and turned into a seed, buried deep in the five palaces that seemed to be opened up between existence and non-existence. If this seed cannot grow, it will never be able to transcend. Through the ages. Many masters of the Divine Palace fell at this juncture. Cut off the dust and bones, and give birth to the spiritual roots.

It can become the second realm of the Divine Mansion - the Yin-Yang Realm. One hundred lifetimes of cultivation, just for this life. The word "dangerous" cannot describe this level. If successful. Continuing the spiritual roots and incense, even if you fail in this life, can lay a solid foundation for the next life. This is a great opportunity to change your destiny! Song Lin thought that he had a solid foundation in his previous life, which was enough to force a breakthrough. However, he did not know that this was a process of getting stronger when facing strong opponents. The stronger the talent, the more difficult the obstacles. Now that his mind was trapped in the Five Palaces, he had only one way left. Success means life, failure means death! Time passes day by day. The outside world is in turmoil, and countless forces in the martial arts world have sent troops to Minjiang River, waiting for this battle that could change the situation in the martial arts world. They shouldn't have expected it. No one is optimistic about this battle. But the demon sword Song Lin, Xu Shenglan's son, is worth their mobilization. Even if he failed. They also wanted to witness with their own eyes the fall of this amazing talent. - Seven days passed in a flash. Song Lin was still in a state of half life and half death, his flesh and blood had dried up, his heart pulse was weak, and he seemed to have turned into a dead wood that would break at the slightest touch. His soul has fallen into silence along with his water-based roots. Qi, blood, body, mind... everything is trapped in a world of extinction, waiting for rebirth. This is spiritual silence. Live towards death, destroy and then stand up. The spiritual root bone is not a bone in the body, but is rooted in the vitality of the soul. Even after reincarnation, the spiritual roots still exist. The spiritual root may not grow due to premature death or early death, leaving only a tiny glimmer of hope, but there is still hope that it can grow into a towering tree. However, the fate of a person is unpredictable, and everything is possible in the collision of fates from one life to another. This is your fate. Even the supreme being or immortal god who once shone for eternity may become a mortal after hundreds of reincarnations. This is a way to change your destiny against all odds. Song Lin tried to force his way through by relying on his natural talent, but he actually violated a huge taboo.

That endless darkness is not the heart silkworm. But spiritual silence. It touches upon the mysterious boundary between life and death and reincarnation! Just when his life breath was about to be completely extinguished like a candle in the wind. "Wow—" A little flame ignites in the heart. The Gray Duck instinctively sensed the crisis of life and death, and finally could no longer bear it. It spread its wings from its heart and fell towards its kidneys. Such behavior can be regarded as forced life extension. It is the instinct of the Destiny Gray Duck. The final result may be that Song Lin survives, but the five elements in his body will be disordered, and he will become a disabled person. Suddenly. "hold head high!!!" A clear and loud roar of a Qilin beast spread throughout the five prefectures. The gray duck of destiny paused and slowly fell back into the heart. The sound of flowing water can be heard. Streams of clear springs from the kidneys flowed out from the dried-up "earth", nourishing the flesh, blood, and bones bit by bit, bringing new vitality to Song Lin's body. at the same time. A phantom of a Qilin was suppressing the kidneys, controlling the power of water with its innate instinct, and everything was controlled by its heart. The gray duck let out a long cry of joy. And then completely merge with the heart. Song Lin's silent mind woke up from the darkness, and he immediately saw a magical scene inside his body. "Ang—ang—" The phantom of the Qilin gradually solidified and attached itself to the kidney. Its entire body was translucent and blue, with scales, head and feet, and it was surprisingly similar to Qilin Bingxin. This is a long time. The kirin's icy heart gradually melted, and its eyes of flesh and blood transformed into the form of a gray duck with destiny, with illusory flames burning all around it. Water and fire twins! Under the stimulation of the destiny gray duck, the vitality in the kidneys was unexpectedly stimulated. Song Lin was able to develop a water-based skeleton. It was a blessing in disguise, and the Destiny Gray Duck he had comprehended in his previous life was also integrated with his heart, and his second fire-based skeleton was successfully developed. Although it is weak.

It was even impossible to provide Song Lin with the talent for fire magic. But it is like the fire of life, which will never go out! "Thank you." Song Lin slowly opened his eyes, "looked" at the heart transformed by the destiny gray duck, and sighed secretly. What a lucky time! If it wasn't for the coincidence in the previous life, if it wasn't for the Gray Duck of Destiny that ignited the Heart Flame and stimulated the kidneys to produce the Destiny Kirin, allowing the dormant spiritual roots to blossom and bear fruit... "I was too impatient. I must learn from this lesson in the future." Song Lin thought silently. This life is different from the previous one. I was used to taking risks in the previous life, but I forgot that I only have one chance in life. Subsequently. He gathered his thoughts and felt the difference in his body from before. A cloud of energy gathered in the palm of his hand, gradually turning into the form of a Qilin, and then into a gray duck of destiny, and then into a knife, a sword, a wooden stick, and a landscape ink painting. Compared to before. The wind and clouds condensed from the water vapor became more and more agile, as if they were about to develop spirituality. If the water magic talent in the past was like pulling a rope with his arms, then the water vapor now is like his arms, and the two are no longer on the same level. "The Divine Palace Realm is called Zhen Gang. What should the power of the Golden Body Realm above the Divine Palace be called? Mana?" Song Lin thought silently. He felt that after the spiritual roots were born, his life seemed to have undergone a transformation and he began to make the leap from human to immortal. If one day. If the true energy completely transforms, then it will truly be transformed from a mortal to an immortal! Of course. He still has a long way to go before he can achieve the golden body. The three realms of yin and yang: Churun, Wuling, and Furnace. The three realms of the gods: Lingguang, Wuyue, and Incarnation. How could the transition of life be so easy? "It's been a few days now." Song Lin looked outside the cave. The sky was bright and the sun was rising in the east, and the sky and earth were clear. Song Lin took a step out of the cliff and felt as light as a swallow. The wind and cloud energy gathered under his feet and he automatically floated up. "I can really fly!" He was delighted. The feeling of flying in the air in the Yin-Yang Realm is completely different from before. One is like being pulled up by brute force, and the other is like blending into the nature of heaven and earth. It is so relaxing and comfortable! "go!" Song Lin stepped on the clouds and flew towards the riverside cottage like a fairy.

A few hundred miles passed in a flash. If someone saw this scene, they would probably pop their eyes out. A master of Yin-Yang Realm could actually fly hundreds of miles? This was simply unheard of! February 18th. A grand banquet was held in a small building by the river. Yue Chongshan was beaming with joy and personally cooked a table of delicious food to entertain Song Lin. "So I've been in seclusion for ten days?" Song Lin sat at the table and sighed to himself. "Come, eat, eat, eat. It's taken you more than a month to go from Gangqi to Shenfu Yinyang Realm. You are really unexpected in every way. Eat more vegetables and relax today. When practicing, you must relax and work hard in moderation, and don't get stuck in a dead end." Yue Chongshan said with a smile. "Okay, Senior Yue, please go first." Song Lin stretched out his hand. "You are the guest, so you pick up your chopsticks first." "Together." The two of them had a great time and enjoyed the meal with relish. After a while. After the two men had eaten and drunk their fill, they fought again. This time. Song Lin finally took on 100% of Yue Chongshan's strength and barely held his own. "it is good!" Yue Chongshan laughed: "With your progress, you will be able to protect yourself in half a month. That old guy Xu Canghai will definitely be shocked! People in this world..." He seemed to be thinking of that scene. The old naughty boy couldn't help but laugh. "That's it." Song Lin shook his head slightly. "I can practice so fast because of the accumulation of the Body Building Stage. I am afraid that there will be no more improvement in the remaining half a month." Yue Zhongshan said: "It's already pretty good, don't think too much." "Then I won't bother you anymore. Thank you for your guidance during this period. On March 3, if Song Lin is not dead, I will obey your orders from now on!" Song Lin clasped his hands together and said solemnly. "Hahaha, okay."

Yue Chongshan was not polite this time and accepted Song Lin's promise. This young eagle, which has already spread its wings, is about to blossom with a charm that will shock the world. March three. He is really looking forward to it. Seeing that Song Lin was about to leave, Yue Chongshan stopped him and asked, "Song boy, I have one last question for you. Do you understand the meaning of cultivation now?" “I understand a little bit.” Song Lin nodded, "Practicing is not only about the sword, it is also about cultivating oneself. In the past, my vision was too shallow." "Of course." Yue Chongshan said: "Practice is not just for gaining strength, it is a leap in life, a sublimation of the soul, practice, and action. If you only pursue strength, that is practicing martial arts." "What I want to ask is, how much do you understand this principle now?" His words seemed to contain a mystery. Song Lin thought for a moment and said, "I understood one point before, but now I understand three points." "good good good good!" After hearing these words, Yue Chongshan was finally relieved. Cultivation is a path. If you truly understand five or seven points, then you have gone halfway in your life, from glory to end. Three points. It is the best answer! Time flies, and half a month passes in the blink of an eye. March. All the storms in the world converge on the Minjiang River. Jianzhai, Tianshui Palace, Badaomen, Cangjian Mountain, Baibing Villa, Xiyi Sect...all the forces in Qinghe and the large and small water strongholds in Heishuiyang all sent troops to station in Minjiang River. There are also many wanderers, knights-errant, heroes on the list of heroes, and masters from various divine palaces... Countless ships are docked on both sides of the Minjiang River, silently waiting for the arrival of March 3rd. The situation stirred up by Song Lin alone gathered a greater momentum than the Nine Springs Sword Contest. He represents the magician heritage. If Song Lin really wins, a new Tiandi League will probably appear in the world of martial arts in the future. A Tiandi League that is more feared than the Jiuquan League founded by Xu Shenglan. Unknowingly. Some people have compared Song Lin's talent to that of the magician of that time.

And now. The Giant Whale Gang was the stumbling block he was facing. Everyone is looking forward to the fall of the Giant Whale Gang. This is the current trend in the world. Once the Giant Whale Gang fell, the huge "corpse" would be enough to feed many people. Song Lin, who was alone and helpless, was a good target for early investment. pity. What they don’t know is that after Song Lin has dealt with the Giant Whale Gang, he might leave Sanjiang and head for a wider world. His talent is not inferior to that of a magician. But the martial arts world today is different from the era three thousand years ago when divine palaces were everywhere. However, he might not be willing to wait for decades to stir up the world and give birth to a rival who can rival himself. March 3rd, Water God Festival. Linyuan City is ten miles away from Xuanlin Cave. As the last stop on the way to Xuanlin Cave, this place was already crowded half a month ago. People from all walks of life gathered together to analyze the results of this battle every day and argued endlessly. Different versions of the feud between Song Lin, Xu Shenglan's family and the Giant Whale Gang were circulated in the world every day. All the way from the city to the ferry, it was crowded with people. No one expected that so many people would leave the city today, so much so that even some powerful forces could hardly board their own ships. As time passed, it started to drizzle again. Next to the ferry. A roadside teahouse. A young man was sipping tea silently. He was wearing a red shirt with a black lining, and his left hand was holding a red sword on the table. His face was calm, and his eyes flashed red from time to time, giving him a kind of weird handsomeness. This is a strange face. Many people noticed the extraordinaryness of the young swordsman, but no one recognized his identity. "Quick!" "People in front, drive the boat quickly, don't block my way!" "Why are you in such a hurry? That's Jianzhai's boat. Do you dare to rush it?" "Long Zhixian from the Xiyi Sect is here too!" "Bei Nanfeng, Ye Liuyun, wow, everyone is here!"

There was a huge crowd of people at the ferry. Everyone was anxious, afraid that they would not be able to make it to today's event. Only the young man seemed not to be in a hurry at all. He turned the teacup leisurely and took a sip from time to time. Of course he is not in a hurry. Because today’s protagonist is him. If he wasn't here. How does this much-anticipated event begin? (End of this chapter)