Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

Ye Ning was a little confused. 【 】He secretly released his spiritual consciousness, and quickly determined that the middle-aged man was purely an energy body, which should be derived from a force left by the owner of the attic.

He carefully looked at the murals for a long time, until countless colors began to entangle and dissociate.He felt the sword intent all over the sky coming towards him, gradually overwhelming him.He closed his eyes, surrounded by darkness, his body undulating, as if caught in quicksand, his footsteps became heavy, and his breathing began to be difficult.He understood that all of this was just the sword intent left by the middle-aged man, and the only thing he could do was persistence and patience.time goes by...

"Chaos Mirror! Broken—" Ye Ning yelled loudly, and slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see a black light knocking down the sword light, and it landed three inches in front of his throat with a "ding dong".With a thought, "Yun Chang" radiated brilliance, and finally swept off the sword light. Ye Ning let out a long sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked in sweat.Fortunately, the sword intent left by the middle-aged man has been broken by him.At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated the way of the sword. If such a sword intent was used by the Venerable, it would be difficult to resist even with a holy weapon.

The color began to scatter, and the surroundings returned to snow-white, and once there was a vague door extending from the wall.Ye Ning looked around, the inside of the door was far away and unreachable, he strode in without hesitation.He knew that it was impossible to obtain the treasure without taking some risks!

In Ye Ning's imagination, the second floor must also be an independent space, full of vitality, or winding paths, but he never thought that it would be so blank.There is nothing in the empty hall, and it is vast, as if in a desert.Suddenly smallness sprouted in Ye Ning's heart, as if seeing the Creator God high above the clouds, holding a green radish, and smiling lightly.That kind of insignificance continued to expand, which made her feel like retreating.The second layer seems to be deeper, with incredible unknowns.

"Yellow leaves fall without wind, autumn clouds do not rain and it is cloudy. Melancholy, old joys are like dreams, and I feel that there is nowhere to find them." Suddenly, singing rose from all around. The voice was neither clear nor deep, but it was like a Sanskrit sound, straight Penetrate Ye Ning's heart.Ye Ning thought to himself, why do I have to work hard, why do I have to desperately climb to the peak of Qingluo?Tossing and lingering like this, but like a silk thread, like a lotus root, I fell into a deeper dream.Ye Ning kept shaking his head and squatted down in pain.

"Silly boy, are you enlightened?"

With pain on his face, Ye Ning murmured to himself: "Good things are like dreams, and old love is like dreams. Haha." His eyes were blurred, but he kept shouting in his heart—persist, persist, everything is an illusion!Then, he seemed to see Leng Pei dyed in white clothes and skirt, smiling like lotuses at the corners of his eyes and brows, his heart suddenly became firm, he suddenly understood what he needed, and only felt that the surroundings became clear and clear.He said with a smile: "Your feelings turn into stones, and resentment turns into green. You are nothing more than a force of others, why bother to persuade me? Haha!"

"Silly boy, do you want to see my figure?"

Ye Ning didn't speak, but looked around warily.

Soon, a wisp of smoke slowly gathered in the center of the space, condensing into a figure in an instant.It was a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features, which made people feel happy.Ye Ning had some doubts, he didn't expect that the guardian of this layer would be so young!

The boy smiled and walked towards him.One step forward, but turned into a young man in his twenties, and a further step into a middle-aged man in his thirties.Ye Ning was even more startled and kept rubbing his eyes.When the man walked in front of him, he was already a gray-haired, very old man.

Ye Ning's hand was held tightly by the man, and the old man in front of him seemed to be dying, crying.In an instant, the old man turned into a pile of white bones, shattered in front of Ye Ning, and then turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly disappearing.

"Son, do you understand? Life is like a fleeting moment, love and hate in the world are changing, and the monk 'Ling Xian Zong Sheng' is just a fleeting moment, why bother to be persistent?"