Xianxia Farm

() The scorching sun is like a scorching sun, and every day comes and goes, scorching sun swaying down from the sky, causing the entire Qingxuan Peak to be in a state of transpiration, the thousand-year-old trees, the leaves hang upside down, sluggish.

In the clearing that was tightly blocked from the sun by the leaves of old trees withered, fifteen figures sat cross-legged quietly like that, all of them closed their eyes seriously, and there was an existing rhythm between their breaths. Breathing, and following the breathing, a layer of delicate light faintly shrouded their young bodies.

Quietly, the breeze blew by, taking away the sweat beads on a group of young faces.

On the other side of the fifteen figures, there was also a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he didn't breathe either.

Lin Yifan sat there quietly with his legs closed, his eyes closed, thinking about the practice of 'death and withering'.

The 'Death Mark of Withering' has a very fierce reputation in the Sword God Palace, therefore, even though Lin Yifan still has a lot of death power in his body, he still dare not be too careless, but repeated those After recalling the method of cultivation several times, I just started to practice.

Lin Yifan sat cross-legged, his hands were interlaced, palms were relatively close together, his fingertips trembled slightly, his mind moved, and he could only see the light of life flickering on the surface of his body.

In the dantian, the body of the Cauldron of Transforming Death and Reincarnation, which had been motionless all the time, also began to rotate, and a trace of gray power of death erupted from the cauldron, forming a channel of meridians directly along the life force. Fingers gushed out, and then hovered between the palms of both hands.

The gray power of death is like a gray dragon, following Lin Yifan's trembling fingers, constantly cruising back and forth in the palms of both hands. As time goes by, the gray power of death seems to be gradually Form a circular dark gray light print.

Click.

A subtle voice came from between the hands. Obviously, the condensation of this light mark was not easy. The dark gray light mark gradually formed by the power of death was broken and dissipated, and only the power of death remained at the fingertips. twist.

The cultivation of Yinjue is never something that can be accomplished overnight. For the first practice of this Yinjue, such a failure has already been expected, but Lin Yifan doesn't mind it. If the "withering death seal" can be practiced so easily If he succeeded, he would really insult the reputation of the 'Death Mark of Withering', so maybe he wouldn't be so interested.

Slightly concentrating his mind, holding onto Yuan Shouyi, Lin Yifan started again.

Click!Click!Click!Subtle voices sounded again and again, which meant that Yinjue's cultivation was constantly failing!

Time is like running water, it will never stay for anyone.But Lin Yifan also insisted on practicing like this, again and again, as if he never got tired.

The regularity of the trembling of the fingers of his hands also changed from being jerky at the beginning to gradually becoming proficient, and the speed at which the gray power of death was cruising was also getting faster and faster.

The intertwined hands, the slender fingers, seemed to be playing a beautiful song on the wrists, changing and vibrating in such a rapid series, the gray power of death was also cruising quickly, and the dark gray light marks were already somewhat Gradually solidified, faintly, there seems to be a kind of cold fluctuation, accompanied by an aura that makes everything wither.

This is already the last step, Lin Yifan has failed too many times in this last step.

At this time, his mind was tense to the extreme, and his eyes were fixed on the dark gray light seal.

In this way, the trembling speed between his fingers increased sharply, and a trace of gray death power was mobilized from the death map, and quickly injected into the dark gray light mark.

Sen Han's fluctuations intensified, gradually covering the nearby woods.That obscure aura of withering all things also spread out.

I saw that around Lin Yifan's body, the green grassland within ten meters quickly turned yellow, withered, and finally decayed, turning into a pile of ashes. There are bare branches left.

This situation continued, the bark of the ancient tree also began to dry up, lost water, and the rich breath of life gradually dissipated, and finally only a section of gray and white rotten wood was left.

The dark gray light curtain suddenly trembled suddenly at this time, then the dark gray light began to converge, and finally directly turned into a dark gray light mark, slowly imprinted in the palm of Lin Yifan's right hand.

And when he got the light stamp on Lin Yifan's palm, his mind suddenly became tense. The dark gray light stamp into his body was the most dangerous step in the cultivation of the whole 'Death Seal'.If it is said that people who practice the withering death mark die back, then only one percent of them die when the power of death is born, but 90.00% of them die the moment the withering death mark enters the body.

If it is said that when Guangyin is practicing, the power of death and withering is acting on the outside world, then, at the moment when Guangyin enters the body, the cultivator becomes the first target of the withering death mark. Immortals will not die under the backlash attack of the seal, so that they can easily mobilize the withering death seal in the battle.

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The dark gray light was imprinted on the palm, like cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan. In an instant, Lin Yifan felt that a cold, obscure, and withering aura erupted from the dark gray light imprint. , and then the right hand carrying Guangyin was instantly filled with a large amount of power of death and withering.This right hand instantly dried up and became old, only the small green dots embedded in the acupoints on the running route of the domineering body emitted a faint light of life, protecting the entire right hand, so as to prevent further decline.

Such a high-speed rotating cauldron of transformation into death and reincarnation stopped leisurely, and the death map and the new life map on both sides of the tripod also began to rotate rapidly. A fierce suction was generated at the moment of death's high-speed rotation. The moment the air of death and withering was generated, it was all plundered by the death map.

The shrill sound seemed to erupt in Lin Yifan's right arm.

The air of death and withering from the dark gray light seal, the above stubbornness, like a hard rock, resists the suction from the plunder, so slowly pushes up the arm, so slowly wraps the whole arm, like a flower Like withering, they all wither.

But the death from Naha body cultivation is obviously not as simple and easy to deal with as it imagined.

Faced with that stubborn resistance, this death map also completely revealed the domineering side of the domineering body. With an even more insolent posture, it directly tore away that stubborn resistance, and began to wantonly plunder The power of death and decay.

Boom.

A dull roar erupted in Lin Yifan's body.

After plundering the death map like this, abundant vitality gushes out from the counterclockwise rebirth map. At this time, it roars out like a tsunami, and then exhausts the stubborn power of death and withering. package, this also begins to ablate the power of death and withering

Si Si, Chi Chi.

All the power of death and withering was trapped in his right hand, but Lin Yifan didn't dare to relax in the slightest. There were beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but everything would pass quickly. .

The death map and the new life map on the Cauldron of Transforming Death and Rebirth were completely accelerated by Lin Yifan. In this way, facing the plunder of the huge suction force of the death map and the ablation of the rich vitality of the new life map, the dark gray light print persisted for about a quarter of an hour. Finally, Sen Han's power of death and withering finally ceased to be produced.

In this way, when Lin Yifan felt the disappearance of the power to make everything wither and wither, his tense body immediately relaxed, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, a smile as if relieved from a heavy burden, and finally It also spread from the corner of his mouth.

He spread his right hand slightly trembling, and saw a dark gray streak between his palm that made people feel chilling and withered everything.

"Did you make it?"