One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 111
The soul-sealing bottle by the table shook slightly, and Venerable Thousand Faces laughed from inside:

"You are already in the realm of Martial Saints, and you still want to practice Taoism from scratch? It's wishful thinking. In your situation, even if you practice for ten years, you don't want to be out of your body!"

Song Yun glanced at the Soul Sealing Bottle lightly, "You still have the strength to speak? It seems that you haven't tossed enough."

As he spoke, he began to ring the bell again.

"No, I won't say anymore..." Venerable Thousand Faces was in agony, begging for mercy while howling.

After shaking it a dozen times, seeing that this guy was much more honest, Song Yun put away the copper bell and asked:
"I don't believe other martial saints haven't encountered this kind of situation. What can you do?"

Venerable Thousand Faces made a mistake: "The dual cultivation of Dao and martial arts is carried out at the same time, and the progress of both sides is about the same, so as to reach the mysterious state of 'being inseparable' from the soul and the body."

"As for you, the Martial Sage just started to leave the body. The difference in progress between the two sides is too great. The soul and the body are closely integrated, and you are almost 'spiritual and physical'. How can you train it?"

Then he asked in puzzlement:
"You became a martial sage at a young age. If you focus on practicing martial arts, there is great hope for a martial sage at the peak, and you can even challenge the immortals. What do you have to do?"

Song Yun didn't answer, but he was very clear in his heart——

Since defeating various armies a while ago, his title of "Anxi Rentu" has spread all over the world.

The forces from all walks of life have seen his methods, and they will definitely not easily send troops to Anxi to die.

During this period of time, if you want to continue to become stronger, you have to rely on your own cultivation.

Martial arts practice has to be done slowly, and it is not so easy to improve the realm of martial arts.

In contrast, it is much faster to start from scratch.

Some methods unique to Taoism can also allow Song Yun to use many methods.

If you can drive things, you can kill enemies with flying needles. With the [Anxi real-time map], you can point to where to hit in the city, and the movement is very small, elusive, and you can kill people invisible.

After reaching the realm of ghosts and immortals, after going through two thunder tribulations, he cultivated the avatar of divine sense, and he could send the avatar out of the city to do errands, while his body remained in the city.

The divine sense originates from the divine soul. As long as the divine soul is not destroyed, the divine sense avatar can be condensed at any time.

Finally, the ability of ghosts and immortals to reincarnate is even more exciting.

Wu Sheng's combat power is obviously stronger than that of Gui Xian, but he has not broken the limit of the human body, and his life span is only two hundred years old.

Only by being promoted to Martial Dao Renxian and surpassing the limit can one obtain a long lifespan of tens of thousands of years.

In comparison, it must be easier to advance to Guixian.

This is why Song Yun started to practice Taoism.

But of course he wouldn't explain this to Venerable Thousand Faces, so he turned his hand and rang the bell again.

After Venerable Thousand Faces howled a few times, he said unhurriedly:
"It was I who asked you the question, not you who asked me, how did you get out of your body, honestly tell me!"

Venerable Qianmian groaned and chirped twice, and said hesitantly: "You can do nothing, theoretically, as long as you can shake the soul."

"How did it vibrate?"

"Encountering a major change, encountering life-threatening, simply put it is to find some excitement, emotions are agitated, and the soul is naturally unstable."

Song Yun laughed after hearing this, "I'm fine now, so what's wrong and dangerous? You're just asking me to die. When I die, you'll be out of trouble, right?"

Seeing Song Yun holding the bell again, Venerable Thousand Faces was so frightened that he hurriedly explained:
"If you want me to tell you, then I only know this method. If you don't believe me, you can ask other practitioners, and they will not have a better method."

"Okay." Song Yun shook his head, waved his hand, and suppressed the Soul Sealing Bottle to the ground again.

"If you want me to die, it's impossible, or you can only practice "Pagoda Visualization and Escape the Shell Method"."

After thinking for a moment, he got up and pushed the door out.

"If the feeling of falling from a height of thousands of feet is not enough, then try flying a little higher. Falling from a height of thousands of feet, is this exciting enough?"

Just do it, Song Yun soared into the sky, straight up, through the strong wind, over the stratus clouds, rising higher and higher, as if he could touch the sky with his hand.

The higher the flight, the lower the temperature around him, and Song Yun's brows were covered with a layer of frost.

This temperature, with the strong physique of Wu Sheng, can still bear it, but the air has also become extremely thin.

The principle of Wu Sheng's ability to fly physically is to control the energy outside his body, to counteract the air, and push himself out of gravity.

Once the air is thinner, flying becomes more and more difficult, and the consumption also increases sharply.

After Song Yunfei reached a height of four thousand feet, he lowered his head and looked down. He could have a panoramic view of the entire desert, and he could even see Jingguo, Tangguo, Beiyuan and Liangguo in all directions.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, ups and downs, just like a chessboard.

Seeing that he was feeling dizzy, but still a bit lost, Song Yun gritted his teeth and continued to fly upwards.

Four thousand five hundred feet, five thousand feet, five thousand five hundred feet, six thousand feet...

After reaching a height of more than 6000 feet, Song Yun finally couldn't fly anymore. After taking a few breaths, he turned around and was about to experience the thrill of falling from a high altitude.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came to my heart.

High in the sky, in the midst of the endless ethereal, a pair of huge eyes seemed to appear.

The eyes suddenly opened, and they were staring at him!

Song Yun shivered, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin instantly.

The bone-piercing coldness spread from the wind to my heart.

This is an extremely dangerous feeling, like a rabbit looking for food in the wild. When I look up, I find the figure of a goshawk hovering and landing in the sky...

Terrified, but powerless.

Song Yun suddenly raised his head, there was nothing above him, not even clouds.

The color of the sky is no longer blue, but a deep gray-black, like a boundless black hole, trying to swallow the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers below.

Those huge eyes didn't seem to exist, but Song Yun could clearly sense the cold gaze.

In the dark, there is definitely a terrifying existence, watching me!

Song Yun didn't dare to linger for a moment, he directly restrained his breath, pretended to be a piece of dead wood, closed his eyes, and started to fall straight down.

The strong wind whistled in the ears, and the falling speed became faster and faster.

The clothes, beard and hair rubbed against the air quickly, the temperature soared, and it was about to burn, and the skin was scorched and gradually scorched black.

Under the severe pain, Song Yun kept his eyes closed all the time, and his body didn't move, only the beating sound of his heart was as dense as a drum.

Traveling to the present, he has experienced several life-and-death fights, and he can always maintain a high-spirited fighting spirit, not afraid of any enemy, let alone despair.

Today, it was the second time I experienced this feeling of powerlessness.

The first time was that he hadn't obtained the status of [Warrior of the City], he was just a small martial arts student who had never been to the battlefield, but was trapped in the city by tens of thousands of Jing Guo's army, and could only wait to die.

But now, he is already in the realm of martial arts, sitting in a country, one of the strongest in the world, but he still feels deeply powerless.

As if they were pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, facing a higher-level existence—the butcher, they only dared to pretend to be dead or struggled, but it was difficult to resist in their hearts.

"What the hell is that in the sky?"

As it continued to fall, there was another rumbling muffled sound in my ears.

Song Yun opened his eyes slightly, his expression changed.

I don't know when it was covered by dark clouds, the black clouds fluctuated in the sky, and blue-purple arcs crackled and flickered.

Thunder!

(End of this chapter)