Chapter 1620

The unprecedented hearty feeling made Ding Ning start overload operation like the most precise instrument.

The nine orifices rotate like a tornado, purify and process the endless stream of starlight, and then transport it along the meridians to the four limbs and bones, converge at the eight odd meridians, and then disperse again. After running along the meridians of the internal and external circulation systems for a week, it turns into the purest Star liquid and flows into the middle and lower Dantian fields.

In the sea of knowledge, the black-and-white Tai Chi diagram is also sparing no effort to purify and purify the little spiritual power contained in the starlight, and then turn it into divine knowledge liquid and flow into the sea of knowledge.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

Ding Ning always felt that there seemed to be something missing in that hearty feeling, which made him feel imperfect. That sense of regret made him feel disappointed. He had an inexplicable desire in his heart. He wanted to embrace the starry sky and the whole world.

The spirit suddenly came out of the body, and the star sky breathing art began to operate independently. With a breath, the Star column connecting heaven and earth produced a moment of disorder, making heaven and earth suddenly bright and dark.

But soon, the stars all over the sky formed a strange resonance with the star breath. Stars began to flicker regularly with the breath, as if echoing Ding Ning from afar.

Ding Ning closed his eyes and immersed himself in the happiness of the whole starry sky. The detached star soul was suspended in the starry sky, and countless stars were flashing around him, establishing a wonderful resonance with it.

With this resonance, the more majestic star force flows into Ding Ning's body, and strangely, some subdivided star forces are connected with his soul, constantly providing a steady stream of energy for the soul.

Woo woo!

The spirit flew higher and farther, flew high into the sky, crossed the clouds, and flew directly over the nine days. The roaring wind was cold, like a bone scraping steel knife, constantly delaying his spirit.

A touch of pain appeared on the face of the spirit. A trace of soul was corroded and cut off by the gang wind like blood and flesh, and disappeared in the nine sky Gang wind.

The crisis of instinct made the spirit stop rising, hover in the air, rely on the energy provided by the stars to constantly repair the soul, and form a stalemate with the vigorous wind.

"Is this the refining spirit of the holy martial arts realm? It's really terrible. This is the first nine day vigorous wind, which makes me have to stop here. What kind of terror should the eight above be?"

Ding Ning whispered to himself that when he reached a certain level, he could know what to do from the induction without anyone telling him.

This is the soul quenching of Jiuchong vigorous wind, which corresponds to the nine realms of the Jiuchong heaven of Shengwu. He is now the first heaven of Shengwu, which corresponds to the first vigorous wind. When his spirit can be safe under the first vigorous wind, he can continue to rise to accept the quenching of the second vigorous wind. At that time, it means that he has broken through the first heaven of Shengwu and entered the realm of the second heaven of Shengwu.

However, the process of soul quenching is not what ordinary people can bear. The will is a little weak. The kind of ecstatic and bone etching non-human pain is enough to drive people out of their wits and eliminate their death.

No wonder there are fewer and fewer strong people who can enter the holy martial arts realm. The pain of quenching the soul is almost unbearable even for him who has been trained in the army. It can be seen how dangerous the pain of quenching the soul is.

What Ding Ning doesn't know is that because he is the main soul and the fusion of eight martial spirits, which is exactly the extreme number of nine, the power of soul quenching Gangfeng is nine times that of ordinary people, so it makes him feel unbearable.

Moreover, the most powerful people in the holy martial arts realm quench their spirits by sticking to the Lingtai and retreating after a little touch with the quenched spirit Gangfeng. They will come again after recuperating the damaged spirit and adapt to the strength of the nine day Gangfeng bit by bit to quench their spirits. Therefore, the time for the most powerful people in the holy martial arts realm to break through a heavy realm should be calculated in years at least. Where is there like him, Unexpectedly, he foolishly fought with Jiutian Gangfeng.

Nine times of vigorous wind is equivalent to the soul quenching vigorous wind of ordinary martial artists on the ninth day. Therefore, even Ding Ning trembled under the first heavy vigorous wind. The pain that the divine soul was constantly torn made him almost unbearable. If he didn't have his will far beyond ordinary people, he mistakenly thought that if he retreated now, it would be equivalent to soul quenching failure, and he could only bite his teeth and stick to it.

Fortunately, the stars around him constantly provided him with energy, allowing his spirit to repeat the process of being destroyed and repaired, otherwise he would have been unable to hold on.

Destroy... Repair... Destroy... Repair... Destroy

This process kept going round and round, making Ding Ning's spirit stronger and stronger. Gradually, he has adapted to the strength of the first vigorous wind. Although he can also cause a little pain to the spirit, it is no longer easy to bring substantive damage to the spirit as before.

Ding Ning was a little relieved. The strengthening of the divine spirit made his willpower improve constantly. When he felt that the first vigorous wind could not pose any threat to him, he began to climb up again and enter the double heaven to bear a new round of devastation and soul quenching.

The separation of the divine soul turned Ding Ning's body into an empty shell without soul. His expression was dull and empty, lying obliquely on the sand dune. Half of his body had been buried by the dust, and he didn't notice the crowd coming from all directions.

At the edge of the desert, Lingyun and others looked up at the star pillar connecting the sky and the earth. Wolf Kui hesitated for a long time and said, "young ladies, why don't I take someone to check it? It seems to be the center of the desert. Is it the young master?"

"No, Ding Ning said let's wait here. We'll wait here. Although it's the center of the desert, it may not be what Ding Ning did. Maybe it's a strange treasure."

Ling Yun was quite excited, but after considering it, he flatly rejected it.

"What if it were a young master?"

Wolf Kui said with some worry.

"He can't help it. If he can't handle it, we don't say if we can help. Even if we can help, how long will it take us to get there?"

Feng Pian dance agrees with Ling Yun and calmly analyzes.

Angel nodded again and again. She knew that dingning had an artifact that could hold people, and thought that she could hide like her heart of the sea, so she subconsciously thought that dingning would hide in the artifact in case of a big deal in case of a strong enemy, so she didn't worry about dingning's safety at all.

Wolf Kui thought it was the same reason. He could only nod helplessly and honestly arrange people to guard around in case of being attacked.

"Your Excellency Miyamoto, do you think there will be any treasures ahead?"

Dozens of kilometers away from the center of the desert, a group of samurai are taking small steps to quickly advance towards the center of the desert. Bing Wei shigero is careful. He looks at the huge star pillar, swallows saliva and asks Miyamoto Minghao who is closely behind him.

"It seems that a strange treasure must have been born, otherwise there will be such a strange image. Bingwei adult Hong Fuqi heaven, this strange treasure must have been born for you."

Miyamoto Minghao suppressed his inner greed and flattered respectfully.

"Ha ha, your excellency Miyamoto, with your kind words, if I can get this treasure, Miyamoto xiongyi will worship me in the future."

Bing Wei Shigeru laughed happily, patted Miyamoto Minghao on the shoulder and promised.

"Thank you, Lord Bingwei. Minghao is here for Xiong Yi. Thank you for your help. I will certainly try my best to help Lord Bingwei get the treasure."

Miyamoto Minghao was overjoyed and thanked him again and again. Although the treasure was good, he had to have a life to take it. Although Miyamoto xiongyi had been instructed by the sword God, he was only instructed after all. How can he mention it to the chief disciple of the sword god palace who officially worshipped Bing Wei shishiro.

"It's easy to say. Now we work together. If I become the leader of the sword palace in the future, I will not mistreat your Miyamoto family."

Bingwei shisanlang laughed proudly and glanced at the wild temple hengqiu, which had always been silent with contemptuous and provocative eyes.

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"How beautiful, uncle Feng, what happened ahead? Is it really a treasure?"

Helena is dressed up as a clean mercenary. Her beautiful eyes are obsessed with looking at the Star column in the distance and softly ask the wind Ling smile on her side.

Privately, she is called Feng Lingxiao's father, but this time, there are many members of the Royal League. Her relationship with Feng Lingxiao is very secret. Otherwise, with her impure royal blood, how can she be qualified to be the leader of the Royal League? So she always called Uncle Feng Lingxiao in front of outsiders.

"I don't think it's a treasure, but I don't know what's going on. I've never seen such a strange image."

Feng Ling smiled, puzzled and shook his head. He couldn't give any answer.

"Why? I think it's very similar to the birth of a strange treasure recorded in ancient books."

Helena blinked her big blue eyes and asked with a confused face.

"It's very similar, but the problem is that the strange image of the birth of a strange treasure will only flash away. I've never heard that the strange image of the birth of a strange treasure will last so long."

A middle-aged Chinese man next to Feng Lingxiao chimed in.

"Yes, according to our experience in wandering the Jianghu for so many years, although this strange image is very similar to the birth of a strange treasure, in fact, the probability of the birth of a strange treasure is very small."

Another Chinese American old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks also stroked his goatee under his chin and shook his head to express his opinions.

"Cut, I talk about wandering the Jianghu all day. It seems that I know everything. I think you Chinese are just playing tricks."

A handsome white young man with blond hair and blue eyes sat on a camel, glanced disdainfully at Feng Lingxiao and others, and sneered.

"You..."

The old man was old and had a good temper. He smiled indifferently and didn't bother to argue, but the young Chinese next to the old man glared at him angrily.

"Pa!"

A loud whip sounded and pulled on the Chinese youth. A mean woman with high toes shouted coldly: "bold, a humble servant, dare to disrespect his highness Broll."

"Enough, Princess highness, even my descended man, my fellow servant. What qualifications do you have?"

Helena's face was ugly. She glared angrily at the gorgeous woman riding a camel.

Shemily's lips were curled up, and his eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy. The mystifying way of saying: "Princess Helena, though you are the current ally of the Royal alliance, now we are all members of the Royal alliance, and you have to speak up to your alliance's leader. You are not qualified to teach me."

"Pa!"

A loud whip whipped on sherry. She screamed in pain, and her eyes were covered with blood. She couldn't believe looking at Helena with a gloomy face. She screamed hysterically: "Helena, are you crazy? You dare to smoke me?"

"You are still light. If you dare to provoke me again, believe me or not, you can't get out of the desert alive."

Helena took a beautiful whip with pity, and there was a bang in the air.