However, even he may have overlooked.

After the disappearance of Neidan, who had puzzled Lin Yi for a long time, and the entry of his cultivation broke through this shackle, it was not only his strength that improved by leaps and bounds, but also his terrifying ability to heal injuries.

Whether it was Xi Ruyu's military advisor or Xi Ruyu himself, the injuries caused to Lin Yi by any of them, even if they fell on the body of a Divine Mind Realm cultivator, that Divine Thought Realm cultivator would have already died.

However, it doesn't take a day or night for those horrific wounds in his body to heal quickly.

The most important thing is that no one else can know... The speed at which such injuries healed would be faster as his physical body became stronger, and as his strength continued to increase.

......

The true element was shattered in front, like a wave crashing into the body.

Some of these shattered True Yuan belonged to the dead Sword Pavilion people, and the rest belonged to those Northern Wei cultivators who were killed.

These true elements continued to impact on the heavy armor on Lin Yi's body, penetrating into the Heavenly Treasure Clothes pervasively, and then the moment they came into contact with his skin, they fused with his internal qi, turning into extremely pure air currents, washing into his body.

His strength comes from his physical body and from the qi of the five grains, but these foreign true elements, in his perception at this time, are full of vitality, with the essence of the aura of heaven and earth, like a trace of spring rain moistening the cracked land, repairing his broken flesh and blood and meridians, making his flesh and blood grow more rapidly and strongly.

He had already begun to understand that the true meaning of the Great Kura was to feed the war with war.

In the process of continuous shattering and rebirth, it is tempered like a hundred steels, and then it gains greater power.

Those cultivators in the world who practice the True Yuan Gong Method have grown like a spring rain in meditation and refinement, and his Great Kura Path is to grow in such a hard and cruel battle.

This kind of fighting, for him, is cultivation.

The process of becoming strong through continuous practice.

......

At this time, no one knew that there was a person who had a similar mood to him.

He is Wang Pingyang.

Now Mr. Celestial Centipede with scars on his face.

Looking at such a killing and the crazy army of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he was probably one of the calmest people in Zhongli City at this moment.

He defeated himself in Meishan, and until this time, he was more convinced that his choice was right.

He returned to the camp behind the broken walls and entered the tent, which was filled with the smell of medicine.

He didn't inquire about Chen Qianru and the others' injuries for the first time, and his eyes fell on the fat man who was placed on a soft collapse in a corner for a long time.

The medical officer named Wang Xianrui has been in a coma for too long, but his body has not suffered muscle atrophy like ordinary people who have been in a coma for too long, but his body may be a little swollen due to too much medication.

"How is he?"

Wang Pingyang asked softly, Huang Qiutang, who was looking at a certain potion intently.

"It stands to reason that the qi has smoothed out, and I should have been able to wake up a long time ago, but I don't know what went wrong, and it has nothing to do with my medicine stone. Huang Qiutang raised her head and looked at Wang Pingyang, she already knew Wang Pingyang's heart very well, and when she looked at Wang Pingyang's eyes, she understood what he was thinking.

"You've decided to start using his kind of exercises here?"

"I've already said before, if I don't try it, you and I don't know what the problem is with this kind of exercise in the end, and what his intentions are. What's more, I'm afraid that there are not many places in the world at this time where there are many dead people, and they are constantly dying. This is indeed the fastest place to practice this kind of exercise of his. ”

Wang Pingyang slowly took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then continued: "The most important thing is that I always feel that whether it is here or on the northern border, the most dangerous enemy is not Zhongshan Wang Yuanying, it is always him, if we can't defeat him, we can't win this war." ”

Huang Qiutang looked at him and didn't speak again.

She naturally agreed with Wang Pingyang's words very much in her heart, and she was even worried that the Demon Sect would appear in this place.

But Wang Pingyang's choice to do so is no different from testing poison with his own body.

She has no children and nephews, and if she does, she is about the same age as Wang Pingyang.

In her mind, although she would not treat Wang Ping as a nephew, the longer she had been in contact with him, the more she felt that if she had such a nephew, it would be a blessing to cultivate.

"I'm also a southerner, and I can't just let Lin Yi take care of the matter of defending the city. If this is the case, it will be as glorious as those people in the Sword Pavilion. ”

He whispered this to Huang Qiutang, and then left the tent.

......

Inside and outside the city, there was a magnificent aura everywhere, but for Wang Pingyang, who decided to start practicing the Demon Sect's exercises, what filled and wrapped around his body was that fresh breath of death.

There are things that you never know exist without touching them.

But since he knew that it existed, even if he wanted to stay away, this cold, slippery and seductive smell had always filled the surroundings, just like the cold skin of the dead girl of the Northern Wei Dynasty, which was always close to his body.

Naturally, he often thought of the dead girl of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

It's just that he's no longer as afraid, lost, and helpless as he was then.

He can't change the past, but he can correct the future and decide which path he wants to take.

He began to practice.

In the fresh aura of death that filled his body, many wisps of vitality that even the Yuan Dao people couldn't detect were quickly condensed by him and continued to pour into his body.

In his dried meridians, wisps of fresh true yuan began to grow, which may be powerful to others, but to him, it is a true element full of strange and dangerous taste.

He walked slowly towards the crumbling walls in front of him.

There are countless fresh and powerful energies there.

Lin Yi's cultivation has already grown at an unimaginable rapid pace, and he will do the same, as long as his body can withstand it.

......

No one in Zhongli City noticed his cultivation, but on the other side of the river, when Wang Pingyang's body turned into a whirlpool, and the vitality that he was constantly absorbing was being absorbed, in a carriage parked in the shadows behind an ordnance, a cultivator in a black robe opened his eyes.

The practitioner wore a bizarre, bird-like iron helmet.

He had a round, target-like tattoo on his forehead.

His skin was like a dark rock that had been blown by a cold wind for ten thousand years.

Feeling the smell of the same kind, this Demon Sect's subordinates did not feel the danger, but instead smiled slightly, revealing their snow-white teeth.

His teeth were unusually white, so white that they shone with a cold light.

At this moment, in the tent full of medicine behind the city wall, the medical officer, who had been unconscious, had his eyelashes trembling slightly.

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