Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 207
The night passed quickly, and Mo Lin finally mastered the practice method and nine practice postures of the first layer of God-devil leather training technique.

According to the cultivation method described in the exercises, Mo Lin put on a strange posture, tried to circulate his soul essence, and slapped his whole body rhythmically with both hands. The heat flow penetrated through the meridians and flesh, and penetrated into the skin, like tiny spring silkworms began to devour the impurities and dirt in his skin.

Molin had injuries on his body, and the Resurrection Pill had been used up, so he could only use ordinary healing medicine to heal the wounds. The wounds healed very slowly. When he practiced the Overlord Body Technique, he intentionally avoided those wounds. However, with the movement of his hands Paida, he was surprised to find that the healing speed of the wound was actually accelerated!
Although the healing speed was limited, Mo Lin could clearly feel that a trace of soul essence was repairing the damaged flesh and blood.

"This god-and-devil hegemony technique actually has the effect of healing!"

Mo Lin was overwhelmed with surprises, forgot everything in his mind, and was completely immersed in the excitement of cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, a day has passed.

Most of Mo Lin's wounds had healed, and on the second day, even the deepest wound on his back had subsided and healed, leaving only a shallow mark.

In two days, Mo Lin felt that his skin was twice as firm and firm as before. He didn't rush out of the mountain, and just practiced day and night like a demon in the cave. The slapping sound became louder and louder, until there was a thunderous bang. Every time a palm was slapped on the body, there would be a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye.

eight days later.

The surface of Mo Lin's body suddenly burst into light, and with a bang, his skin actually emitted a porcelain-like brilliance, instantly illuminating the cave.

"Success!"

Mo Lin looked at his arms and bare chest in surprise. His skin color hadn't changed much from before, but there was a qualitative change in the tiny fibers of his skin.

It is no longer pure flesh and blood, and there are countless tiny particles of soul essence densely distributed in it. These particles are perfectly integrated with the skin. As long as they are hit by external forces, they will quickly tighten and burst out amazing defensive power .

Mo Lin is a cautious person. In order to confirm the defensive power of the newly cultivated iron skin of gods and demons, he took out a low-grade spiritual weapon short knife and chopped it down on his arm...

Pong!
Without the protection of the soul element, Mo Lin used enough force to cut off his arm easily. However, when the sharp blade hit the skin, it made a muffled sound like a blunt knife stabbing cowhide. A shallow white mark was left behind!

Mo Lin clearly felt that the moment the blade slashed his arm, the countless soul particles around the point of force were quickly connected into one, weaving into a big impenetrable net, dispersing all the cutting power After dissolving, only a weak numbness was produced.

As for the sharpness of the blade itself, it was completely blocked!

Surprised in his heart, Mo Lin tried again and again several times, and finally he was sure that the newly completed iron skin of gods and demons did have a defense that was not inferior to low-grade spirit armor, unless he used a middle-grade spirit weapon or relied on the assistance of soul essence to activate the low-grade armor. The power of the spirit weapon, otherwise, it would be impossible to break through the defense.

Calculating the time, almost ten days have passed. Mo Lin knew that it was time to return to the academy. Two rounds of the three trials had passed. He was full of confidence in the final battle of Tianjiao. As long as he entered the top ten, he would be able to Cultivating in Fengshen Pagoda, that is his ultimate goal of entering Fengshen Academy.

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The second round of the Fengshen Academy's trial competition was forced to be suspended due to the appearance of the killer in the dark hall of Xiaoyao Shengyuan.

More than 3000 of the more than 1000 old students died under the killer's knife, more than 400 of the 100 freshmen who had just been promoted to the inner court were killed, and more than 600 people were missing. Those freshmen from the outer court who volunteered also lost more than [-].

This time, Fengshen Academy suffered heavy losses.

Fortunately, the academy got the news in time and made the correct decision to interrupt the competition in the shortest possible time, thus avoiding greater losses.

Word of the killer's identity quickly spread around the academy.

It even spread throughout the entire imperial city in just a few days.

All major power families are waiting for the response from Fengshen Academy.

Unexpectedly, after several days in a row, the scene of the fight between the two colleges that outsiders were expecting did not happen. Fengshen College was quiet, as if nothing had happened. Whether it was the teachers or the deans of the branches, everyone looked As usual, talking and laughing, as if the more than 2000 students who died had nothing to do with them.

After the trial, another name quickly spread throughout the academy.

His name is Lin Mo, a freshman in the East Campus.

It was him who not only killed several dark hall killers by himself, but also sent people down the mountain to report the news in time, saving more people's lives. A young genius with a strong family support.

For a while, rumors about Mo Lin's feat of saving the entire college by himself were rumored. Everyone was eager to witness this dark horse of the East College that suddenly appeared. God, no one saw him.

"No news yet?"

"No, the academy sent another ten search teams, but they still couldn't find it."

"Is there anything wrong with him?"

"How is it possible! Don't forget, even a seventh-level martial artist is no match for him, who else can hurt him?"

"That's right, but where did it go?"

"Mr. Fang said that he left in a hurry. He must have something urgent to do."

"No matter how anxious you are, you have to come back to participate in the Tianjiao arena. It will start in five days."

In the attic where Mo Lin lived, Sun Wu of Huang Quan leaned against the door frame of the courtyard door and chatted with each other, everyone's eyes were shining with worry and anxiety.

Mo Lin became famous in the first battle. As roommates who were born as commoners and lived in the same courtyard, they also had good faces. Dozens of teachers and students came to the small courtyard every day to inquire about Mo Lin. Even the large courtyard Changgong Jiuge has come twice in person, not to mention the deans of the four major branches, especially the black butcher, the dean of the east courtyard, sometimes can come more than a dozen times a day. Gone.

However, the two of them didn't have any complaints. Being able to walk into the sight of the academy's senior management because of Mo Lin was something that they, who were born as commoners, never dared to dream of. If he is relied on, the future benefits are immeasurable, and all fools understand this.

(End of this chapter)