Chapter 17: Practicing under the waterfall, quenching the bones

"The tomb of Jiang Zhongzhi!"
After Jiang Zhong’s death, Ling Dao made Jiang Zhong into the soil. Lingdao moved a huge stone, and then carved a tombstone with the Xiaoyao sword. The four large characters were engraved on the tombstone.
It is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery. There are no conditions now, and Lingdao can only build such a simple grave. Since this time, Lingdao has been sleeping in the wind, staying here with Jiang Zhong.
"Booming"
The deafening sound rang through the clouds, and a waterfall that was several kilometers high fell. Such as Wan Ma galloping, earth-shattering, trembled in all directions. Below the waterfall, there is a thin figure standing.
"Da Luo Dynasty, Tianwu Zong, life-stricken building..."
The Happy Wangfu was destroyed, Jiang Zhong took him a thousand miles to escape, and Tian Wuzong Shang Jiangzhong was humiliated. These things are vividly in sight, just like what happened yesterday. Wanting to avenge the guards of the palace, and want to avenge Jiang Zhong, he must be strong.
For a month, he stood under the waterfall every day. From the very beginning, he was able to hold only a few breaths, and now he can hold on for a whole day, during which he also suffered. If you don't have great perseverance, you can't stand it.
"call……"
It was getting late, the sun had already gone down the mountain, and after Lingdao took a deep breath, he also came out from under the waterfall. His body has already become red, as if it was stained with red blood, it seems to be infiltrating.

It’s pretty ridiculous!

Despite the extreme pain and exhaustion, he did not have a rest, but began to work wildly. This time, it is the best time to temper the flesh, he will not miss it. In any case, there are countless swords in the body, and you can temper the body anytime and anywhere.
If someone can see the situation in his body, he will be shocked. Each of his bones is crystal clear, but solid and unimaginable. The bones are extremely tight, and there are even more ancient runes on the bones.
After the refining of the body is the quenching of the bones, a month of time, Lingdao has crossed the refining environment, began to quench the whole body bones. It’s a ridiculous sacred genius. It’s a peerless practice. If you really cultivate, Lingdao knows the terrible things about this practice.
In the past life, as a child of Ling family, the practice of Ling family is the practice of Ling family. Although Lingjia is far worse than the Ziwei Holy Land, it is much more powerful than Tianwuzong and the Dala Dynasty. However, even if it is the Lingjia family's practice method, it is completely incomparable with the wilderness.
No wonder, after the Ziwei Holy Land learned that he had a ridiculous sensation, he kept dealing with him. Such a peerless practice, I am afraid that the Ziwei Holy Land can not be found. And even if they find it, they have no way to cultivate.
It’s quite ridiculous, and it’s necessary to cultivate from the very beginning. If you have cultivated other exercises, then it’s impossible to cultivate wild sages. This is also the reason why the predecessors of Lingdao could not see the content of the ridiculous genius, but this world was cultivated with the singularity of the singularity.
After an hour, the moonlight is like water, poured into the mountains and forests, and Lingdao is finally finished. He jumped tens of meters away, enough to see the power of his body. If you change to the previous one, it is impossible to do this.
It didn't take long for Lingdao to catch a wild boar, which was his dinner. During this time, his crazy cultivation, the amount of food is also greatly increased. He not only washed the body with a waterfall, but also directly collided with the body and the boulder. He simply regards himself as a sword and has gone through a lot of trials.
"Ginger Grandpa, I have become a quenching bone warrior. Maybe it will take a long time for me to break through again. If you are still there, how good it is, oh..."
Under the starlight, Lingdao stood in front of Jiang Zhong’s grave and said to himself. Now, he can already cultivate, and he has such a great practice as the ridiculous fairy power, and his achievements will never be low in the future. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhongdu has not seen it, it is a pity.
"You can rest assured that I don't have enough strength. I won't go to revenge. Anyway, the Dala Dynasty and Tianwu Zong are nothing, and it will take me a long time to let them regret what they did!"
The experience is different, the vision is different, and it is naturally different to look at things. In the eyes of Jiang Zhong, the Dala Dynasty was the most powerful force. However, the big forces like Ling Dao Lian Ziwei Holy Land dare to swear, what is the Da Luo Dynasty?
"After tonight, I am afraid I will leave here. I will go to the Split Swordsman and give your letter to your brother. If you can become a disciple of the Swordsman, it is naturally best."
Lingdao stood in front of Jiang Zhong’s grave and looked extremely lonely, deserted and lonely. His mother, who left him very early, his father, Xiaoyao Wang, broke into the forbidden land and disappeared for more than a year. The closest to him is Jiang Zhong, but Jiang Zhong is already dead.
Now he is already helpless, not even a loved one. Everything in the future can only rely on himself. There is a happy king, you can hold up a day for him, but the happy king has no idea that life is death.
This night, Ling Dao was lying next to the tomb of Jiang Zhong, watching the stars, and from time to time, said a few words with Jiang Zhong. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhong has been unable to give him any response, he can only talk to himself.
"Remember, don't be blinded by hatred, don't lose your mind because of hatred!"
The figure of Xiaoyao Wang seems to appear in front of Lingdao, and he said with a strong heart. A long time ago, Xiaoyao Wang noticed the hatred in Lingdao’s heart. Although he did not know the reason, Xiaoyao Wang did not ask. If it is not the extreme hatred of the Ziwei Holy Land, Lingdao will not impulsively kill the Ziwei Holy Land.
"Promise me, don't go to revenge before you have the strength! Promise me!"
The voice of Jiang Zhong sounded in the ear of Ling Dao. At that time, Ling Dao remembered clearly. At the time of his death, Jiang Zhong was still thinking about Ling Dao, not himself. When I think of this sentence, Ling Dao’s mind is more of a reminder of the scene with Jiang Zhong. Just like his grandfather, Jiang Zhong watched him grow up step by step.
"Is it already dawning?"
When Lingdao fell asleep, he was not clear about himself. If the sun is shining on his face now, I am afraid he is still sleeping. He looked at Jiang Zhong’s grave with a look, and then turned and went.
"Ginger Grandpa, I am leaving!"
This goes, I don't know when I can come back, but he has to go. Now he is only a boneless warrior, and the big forces like the Dala Dynasty or Tianwuzong are a hundred thousand miles away.
Goal, Ansan County, Split Sky Swords!