Offering my divine power to break my karma

He returned to his own yard at Yuxue Peak, closed the door, and used water spirit energy to wash himself from head to toe several times. After finally cleaning himself, Ling couldn't wait to lie down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep in a second.

She was too tired. During the more than one month in the sword formation, she had used the spiritual energy in her three dantians and her own mental strength to the extreme, and her body had long been overloaded.

At the ninth level, if he had not successfully broken through to the late stage of foundation building, he would probably have had no choice but to exit the sword formation.

Although it was very tiring, the experience of more than a month in the sword formation allowed Ling to have a deeper understanding of what he had learned in the past five years.

Later, when she recalled the experiences of the past month, Ling still had an extremely thrilling feeling, which made her very excited.

Just as Ling fell into a deep sleep, Long Aotian's baby voice rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task, the reward is seven top-grade spirit stones and one fifth-grade tranquility grass. ]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for exceeding the task, and two extra top-grade spirit stones as a reward. Please continue to work hard. ]

After the rewards were distributed, seeing that Ling had not responded yet, Long Aotian reluctantly closed the cartoon temporarily, then quickly stuck his head out...

"Host, host, host..." host.

Ling, who was sleeping, heard the baby voice in his ear, and got annoyed and locked Long Aotian into a small dark room.

Long Aotian: “!”

huh huh...

……

Ling slept for three full days before waking up. He himself was a little unsure whether he was asleep or in a coma.

Fortunately, after waking up, the spiritual energy in the three dantians was sufficient, and the injuries in various parts of the body were healed.

Recalling his memories before going to bed and confirming that he had only taken the Huiling Pill before going to bed and did not take any healing pills, Ling frowned and could not help but probe his mental power into his Dantian.

Looking at the still thick, strong and colorful spiritual roots in his dantian, Ling seemed to be thinking about something.

Is this spiritual root of mine really a Chaos spiritual root? Does a person with a Chaos spiritual root have a much faster recovery speed than an ordinary person? If so, why isn't it mentioned in the book?

More importantly, why is this body's recovery speed so familiar? It is very similar to the recovery speed of my broken body in my previous life...

Feeling the condition of his body, Zero frowned, confused. After a moment of doubt, he withdrew his mental power without caring.

Never mind. It doesn't matter. This isn't the only thing I don't know about my body. What is the flame birthmark on my forehead? How did it come from? I don't know it either.

Putting aside the things that he couldn't figure out for the time being, Ling went to report his safety to his cheap master, and then began his journey of seclusion and cultivation again.

His cultivation was stable at the late stage of foundation building. In a short period of time, there should be no room for improvement in Zero's cultivation. Zero also took advantage of the time when his cultivation could not be improved temporarily to devote more energy to practicing shooting.

After using a gun in the ninth level of the sword formation, Ling found that compared to using swords, umbrellas and other magical weapons, Ling preferred to use the king of all weapons - the gun.

Holding the spear tightly in his hand, Ling felt as if he was holding an army of thousands, and a sense of heroism surged in his heart.

Since he liked using guns, Ling decisively decided that the gun would be his primary magical weapon from now on.

However, the gun in my hand is too ordinary. When I have the chance in the future, I must learn how to refine weapons and then make a spear of my own.

After thinking about all these things in the future, Zero put all his energy into practicing shooting, or to be more precise, into creating his own shooting secrets.

Among all the books that Zero had read on the first, second, third and fourth floors of the library, there was no manual on spearmanship, and Zero could not go above the fourth floor for the time being, so he could only lay the basics first.

The ultimate goal of learning the so-called sword and gun skills is to kill your opponent, and one of the things Zero is best at is to kill his opponent with one move.

Zero had used a gun in his previous life and knew the basic movements of shooting.

Stab, pierce, tease, pluck, block, grab, twist, sweep, pick, press, chop, collapse, and dance. And my own experience:

One force can defeat ten skills...

The only martial arts that cannot be defeated is speed...

A little effort can bring about a great result...

There is a gun in the hand but no gun in the heart, there is no gun in the hand but a gun in the heart, man and gun are one...

Ling didn't have any suitable gun skills for the time being, so he decided to lay a solid foundation first. Once the foundation is laid, he will have the capital to seize the opportunity when it comes.

……

Seeing that Ling was so obsessed with cultivation, Lu Jiayao, Jin Heng and Hua Yanjun, who had just returned from completing the sect's mission together, were very curious about this junior sister/senior sister who had passed the ninth level of the sword formation in one go, but they still didn't feel comfortable disturbing her.

In this way, the five masters and apprentices clearly lived on the same peak, but they did not interfere with each other, did not disturb each other, and did not meet each other. They were busy with their own things, like strangers, until the day before the sect selection competition began.

In the main hall of Yuxue Peak, the five masters and apprentices gathered together for the second time.

Master Qingyu was still dressed in white, sitting steadily in the main seat of the hall, his eyes calmly sweeping over the four disciples below.

The heroine Lu Jiayao is still adorable, and standing on her left and right are still the handsome and flower-guarding eldest brother Jin Heng, and second brother Hua Yanjun.

And Ling, wearing a silver mask and a red robe, was still standing alone opposite the three people, with his back straight. He was respectful and polite to the master at the top, and cold and distant to the brothers and sisters around him.

Qingyu, who had a panoramic view of all the actions of the four disciples in the hall, had a mixture of satisfaction and complexity in his eyes.

The four disciples are all very obedient and hardworking, which makes their master very happy.

However, the third disciple was aloof and cold. He did not get close to his three senior brothers and sisters, as if he did not care at all whether he had any senior brothers and sisters.

And the relationship between his first, second and fourth disciples, who got along very well with each other, might become so...absurd in the future...

Alas, it is so difficult to be a Master!

What should I do to teach my four apprentices well? What should I do to prevent my third apprentice from going astray? What should I do to prevent my eldest apprentice, second apprentice, and fourth apprentice from being misled by evil spirits in the future?

Oh! Forget it, forget it. He didn't even know whether his chastity would be preserved in the future, so how could he have so much energy to take care of these four disciples?

Forget it. If these four disciples really follow the absurd path of life and destroy their past lives as shown in the mirror of the past, then as a master, he should try his best and play against the way of heaven. What's wrong? The worst that can happen is that he will die.

Qingyu was distressed and worried, and Qingyu decided to risk her life.

【Qingze: Ah Yu and I are indeed in tune with each other.】

[Tian Dao: Let’s play, who can outplay you two living fathers? ]