The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 15 The Angry Ling Sen
Chapter 15 The Angry Ling Sen
Back in his hut, Ling Hantian sat down cross-legged, opened the fourth layer of strength training in his mind, and practiced thousands of strengths.

According to this introduction to cultivation, the human body, whether it is skin, flesh, or bones, is composed of countless tiny units, and each tiny unit is a tiny living body with its own frequency, but these The frequencies of the tiny life forms vary.

Practicing Thousands of Strengths is to adjust the frequency of these tiny living bodies to be consistent. Those who have achieved great success in practicing Thousands of Strengths can adjust the frequencies of all the cells in the body to be completely consistent, and finally form a strong resonance.

There are examples in this introduction, there is a peerless power to adjust the frequency of one's own life to be the same as the frequency of the world, and can mobilize the power of the whole world for his own use.

The method of using "Inch Strength Killing" is to adjust all the true energy in the body to a frequency, forming a resonance, attacking with power to one point, and instantly bursting out with unparalleled lethality.

The frequency of the true essence is the same as the frequency of the cells in the body.

Although Ling Hantian hadn't broken through to the second level of body refining, no real essence was derived from his skin.

But now you can try to adjust the frequency of the cells in your body. After breaking through to the second level of body training in the future, you can adjust the frequency of your true essence to match the frequency of your body cells.

How to adjust the frequency of countless cells in the body, Ling Hantian thinks that it starts with breathing.

Because man is originally formed by the combination of two small units.

These two tiny units fit together because of the same life frequency, and finally a complex life was born.

Ling Hantian crossed his legs and began to breathe, slowly adjusting his breathing to match the life frequency of the cells in his body. This was a long and tedious trial process.

Once, twice, slowly, Ling Hantian's breathing became longer and longer, and he even felt that his breathing had entered a wonderful realm.

His consciousness left his body miraculously, and stared at his body floating out of thin air, and his whole body became extremely clear.

The body breathes automatically.

He felt the frequency of life in all the cells, they were like individual living bodies, and they had their own breathing.

This is simply amazing!
Ling Hantian was completely shocked, this was simply beyond his cognition, he watched the changes in his body as a bystander.

He found that his own breathing rate was slowly matching the frequency of the cells.

When Ling Hantian was immersed in his cultivation, he was in a newly vacated mansion in the Ling family compound.

Ling Sengao sat at the head, listening to Ling Jian and the others' report, his expression became more and more gloomy, and even at the end, he squeezed the armrest hard to pieces with his hand holding the armrest.

"What? Ling Hantian's useless material was not only able to fight you head-on, but after you used the mortal middle-grade combat skill Broken Golden Palm, it broke your combat skill with one punch and shattered your arm bone? "

"Sir Mori, it's true, I was indeed injured by that waste material's punch in my prime."

If a piece of trash can defeat him in one move, then what is he?

Ling Jian had a bandage hanging on his arm, and his eyes were full of humiliation.

"Are you sure that Ling Hantian didn't use real energy, or even combat skills?"

Ling Sen's eyes were burning with a dangerous light.

"Master Mori, that waste material has been in the perfect state of the first level of body training for three years. How could he have true energy? He must be born with supernatural power."

Ling Jian gritted his teeth, comforting himself very unwillingly.

"Natural power?"

Ling Sen nodded, agreeing with Ling Jian's statement.

"That waste material fell into my Jue Yuan powder, it is impossible to cultivate the true essence, and it will always have to be trampled by me."

"Master Mori, I think this Ling Hantian is a bit abnormal. He actually chose a book of combat skills that no one in the family has paid attention to for hundreds of years in the combat skill hall today, "Inch Strength Killing."

Ling Jian straightened his bandages and reported the truth about the Battle Skill Hall.

"Choose a copy of "Inch Hard Killing"?"

Ling Sen suddenly stood up, looking towards the direction of the hut where Ling Hantian was, his cool lips flashed a hint of coldness, he clenched his palms tightly, and said in a low voice.

"Ling Hantian, if you want to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in front of me, then you are courting your own death. This time, I must die as hard as I can."

Before the words fell, Ling Sen's face changed suddenly, he clutched his chest tightly, and growled: "Give me orders to keep an eye on Ling Hantian's every move for 24 hours. I will never give him a month. Kill him completely before this! Get lost, you trash!"

It was said that Ling Jian and the others seemed to have received an amnesty, and now Ling Sen had the backing of the ancestors of the Ling family, so he could despise the patriarch Ling Zhan.

As soon as Ling Jian and the others left the room, Ling Sen's face instantly turned pale, and his whole face became extremely hideous because of the pain.

In order to break through to the third level of body training, to attract the attention of the ancestor, and to use the ancestor to suppress Ling Zhan, Ling Sen took Miaojiang forbidden medicine.

This banned drug can only temporarily break through to the third level of body training, and after a month, his cultivation will still return to his original form.

What's even more frightening is that within this month, he had to endure heart-biting pain every day.

That kind of pain, if it wasn't supported by the obsession to kill Ling Hantian, Ling Sen wouldn't be able to endure it at all.

From this, it can be seen how deep Ling Sen's killing intent and hatred towards Ling Hantian are.

Gradually, scarlet blood oozes from Ling Sen's seven orifices.

He gritted his silver teeth and stared at the direction of Ling Hantian's hut, a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"Ling, Ling Hantian, you, you should die..."

(End of this chapter)