I can enter the past lives of all beings

Chapter 87 Zhao Ling's Counterattack Road, Si Wang III

In the snowy mountains.

Alone, Zhao Ling struggled to return to the place of enlightenment.

Looking at everything familiar here.

She couldn't help but see the bits and pieces of the 30 years she spent with Yang Gang.

Sadness comes from the heart.

His expression immediately became resolute, cold, and filled with deep-seated hatred.

Compared with the hysteria of losing parents and clansmen back then, there is more a kind of deep hatred, which seems to have been deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul.

"Don't worry, A Ling."

"Leave the rest to Ling. Ling... that's fine."

[Time turns, time flies.Zhao Ling started his penance in Daxue Mountain. 】

[Day after day, year after year.Every day, she holds that ordinary long spear and faces the nine satin and bone diagrams of demon gods, practicing crazily in the snow. 】

[Every day, I am immersed in endless despair and regret...Trying to transform that deep-seated hatred into the motivation for practice. 】

[However... for her mediocre talent, her practice speed has always been as slow as ever.She couldn't master the Great Snow Mountain Demon God's Bone Casting Skill, let alone practice the Nine Transformations of the Demon God's Satin Bone.Only by using the most common exercises to practice the body-refining state. 】

【Ten years later, she finally had access to all the meridians, and reached the second stage of the body refining realm - Tongmai. 】

[Thirty years of casting bones, ten years of opening the veins... This speed is already considered fast for her.But it's also doomed...no success in this life. 】

【Zhao Ling knew in his heart that the hope of revenge was very slim. 】

【This day. 】

[The wind is howling, and the snow is freezing. 】

【Zhao Ling sits in the hut, and finally picks up the book called 'The Art of Slashing Love'. 】

"I am a fool……"

"A Ling, I'm so stupid, so stupid..."

Zhao Ling lightly stroked the strokes left by Yang Gang on the Zhan Qing Xin Jue.

There was a sense of determination in his infatuated eyes.

"I really can't help it... Ah Ling."

"I have tried all the ways. Perhaps, only this way can give me hope of revenge."

"But... I'm afraid. I'm afraid that after I practice the Severing Heart Art, I'll forget you. I'm really, really scared..."

"But... if I don't practice the Love Slashing Art, I'm afraid I won't be able to have the hope of revenge in this life..."

"I heard about it."

"I've heard it all..."

"The child of Wuhui said that the Sky Knife has been revived..."

"If he can be resurrected, then you... must be able to, too, right?"

"You must be able to get out of the blood-drinking sword and continue the glory of this life. Right?"

A strong hope burst out in Zhao Ling's eyes.

"Yes, I can definitely, I can definitely resurrect you... Even if the price is that I forget you. Forget everything..."

"A Ling, I'm sorry."

[After ten years of hesitation, Zhao Ling finally made up his mind to practice the Art of Severing Love, forget everything, and forget the emotions that belong to people.Even, he forgot the... most important shadow in his heart.Go back to the way of sitting and forgetting in the previous life. 】

[This night, there was heavy snow, and thousands of miles were frozen. 】

【The reincarnated body of the Immortal Zuowang re-enters the Zaowang Realm. 】

"Do you have to be so cruel to yourself?" Yang Gang watched all this silently, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

resurrection?

How could he be resurrected.

Now I can only hope that Zhao Ling will suffer less from his hundred years of practice.

Zhao Ling's current situation is simply too suitable for practicing Zhan Qing Xin Jue.As long as she is willing...to forget the only shadow left in her heart.

In a hundred years, with her compatibility with the way of sitting and forgetting, maybe she can really defeat the Heavenly Knife in the perfect state?

【Ten years later. 】

[Zhao Ling's cultivation speed is much faster, and he has finally become a golden body after stumbling and stumbling, and is about to step into the Realm of Reality, condensing a heart of severing love and desire. 】

[However——it was also at this hurdle that she stopped moving forward. 】

[Five years later, this is still the case. 】

Yang Gang sighed and turned to Zhao Ling's perspective.

Silent night.

Suddenly, a desperate and painful cry came from the snow: "I can't forget, I can't forget... I can't forget it forever! Ah Ling, I can't forget it!"

"I can not forget you!!!"

The woman who made the sound seemed to have completely fallen into a state of madness.

There was a roar, hysterical, frantic and helpless.

"I really really can't forget..."

"No, I can definitely do it! I can definitely do it... Zhanqing asked, reaching the top. I want to catch up with him, kill, kill, kill... the giant gods, kill—"

Endless hatred is like a surging river, colder than the thousands of years of ice in the snow mountain.

Yang Gang couldn't bear to close his eyes.

But he couldn't resist the desperate cries that reached his ears.

[Ten years, another ten years...Zhao Ling still can't forget, the root of love deeply planted in his heart. 】

[No.40 five years in Daxueshan...]

[Yang Wuhui's descendants went up the mountain and sent a book of travel notes to the Northland.This book records the glorious past events in the life of the 'Sword Demon'. 】

"This book..."

Zhao Ling stroked the book cover of Travels to the North, and suddenly showed a peaceful smile.

"With it, I can feel at ease."

"At least in this world, besides me, there are people who can remember your name. Always remember..."

"The existence of this book means... I will never forget you!"

"A Ling..." There was a long whistle.

It shook the entire Daxueshan Mountain.

Thousands of avalanches came crashing down, like a catastrophe that would destroy the world.

Zhao Ling stood alone on the snowy plain, holding an ordinary spear in his hand, and suddenly shot forward, piercing through the void, piercing through countless layers of ice and snow.

Strange mortal aura formed outside her body.

The 45 years of painstaking cultivation in the Daxue Mountain to realize the Dao, a love-slashing Dao heart-finally condensed.

Zhao Lingyi stood in the ice and snow, his temperament was cold and lonely.

Like a cold and heartless celestial being, a reincarnated fairy who returned from reincarnation.

"Not enough... not enough..." The cold voice sounded, and Zhao Ling seemed to have completely changed another person.

She stood in the pure white ice and snow, like a fairy in the sky, with the bright moon hanging high, admiring herself alone.

Only the absolute rationality in my mind is left, telling myself what to do and what to do.

She has only one goal for the rest of her life - to destroy the city of giant gods and kill Song Youque, the heavenly sword.

This time, she wants to completely cut off the peerless Heavenly Sword of the Giant God Clan!

As for resurrecting Yang Gang...she had already forgotten.

I saw the woman with a cold and frosty temperament, holding a long gun and turning around silently, walking towards the depths of the Daxue Mountain.

[In the deep underground of the Land of Enlightenment, Zhao Ling discovered a magic cave, and discovered the huge remains of the ancient demon gods buried deep underground. 】

[The demon energy gathers here, and endless ice and snow monsters are born.In the following decades, she crazily entered the underground magic cave every day, honing her marksmanship, like a killing machine that never tires, only knows how to kill, kill, kill every day... Injured again and again, dying again and again...]

[Zhao Ling, who is immersed in boundless killing, is like a demon, ruthless, bloodthirsty... The understanding of marksmanship gradually enters the room. 】

Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling's crazy figure.

This woman... her face, chest, back, and neck are covered with criss-cross scars, and there is almost no good skin on her body.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Why bother..."

But if this is not the case, with only an ordinary spear, how can she fight Song Youque, the heavenly sword who has also reached the pinnacle of sword practice?

Even though she has stepped into the realm of cutting emotions and asking questions, she still does not change the stubbornness and persistence in her nature.

[Ten years later, under the absolutely rational thinking of Zhanqingxinjue, Zhao Ling finally achieved great success in guns. 】

【At the same time, her Dao Heart of Severing Love has also reached a great level, and she has awakened the first life: Immortal Monarch Sitting Forgetful.After that, she practiced until the peak of the Realm Realm, and did not choose to further practice the Yuanshen, which touched the catastrophe between the three heavens and the earth. 】

[It seems that there is an invisible door in front of her, making her daunting. 】

[In the next ten years, Zhao Ling began to switch to the way of sitting and forgetting. In the No. 90 year of Daxue Mountain, she awakened again for the second life——Zuowang Xianjun. 】

[In the 100th year, she finally walked out of the third world.Still... the Immortal Monarch Sitting Forgetful. 】

"Sit and Forget Immortal..." Yang Gang couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

What is the origin of this Sitting Forgotten Immortal?As a person in the fairyland, why has he been sinking into the world of mortals and suffering, abandoning the way of sitting and forgetting again and again, and reincarnated in the world of mortals?

[On this day, the land of enlightenment, the ice and snow will not change.Zhao Ling covered the criss-crossing scars on his body with a black robe. 】

[For the first time in a hundred years, she stepped out of the land of enlightenment. 】

The river of fate in front of Yang Gang's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

A small blue fish suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and the indigo rays of light seemed to be more dazzling than the azure blue life rank!
finally.

Those indigo rays of light evolved into blue characters one by one.

[Extend the unique skill, invite the sky knife.The heart of the gun is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood. 】

[Northern Magic Spear, the final robbery——the robbery. 】

　Today is almost 6000 words, please stop calling me short!The number of words per day during the free period is really good.

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