0028 Beiming Shen Gong

Erlang Shen stepped forward and appeared a hundred feet away. His three eyes swept over the empty fairy grass, but disappeared from Ling Feng.

Yang Jian's heavy punch flew Ling Feng out like a rag bag, and floated straight out hundreds of feet before falling to the ground. Then, a mysterious man in black flashed by, took him into his hand, and disappeared out of the clouds.

Doushui Palace.

In Yin'er's boudoir, ** there was a man lying. His chest had been penetrated. Yin'er was about to feed him medicine with soup in his hand, but he saw that his forehead was sweating like rain, and his chest had been sunken and collapsed. Gradually, there was a whirlwind, sucking all the fairy spirit in the surrounding room.

The man's face was beautiful and handsome, but at this moment his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his forehead was sweaty like rain. He was having an unknown nightmare.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me." Such an idea flashed in his heart, but his body could not move. Yang Jian's hand hit his chest heavily, which immediately made his whole body unconscious and had no resistance at all, just like fish on the cutting board, which was slaughtered by others.

'Bang'

Another heavy fist bombarded. He felt that his life began to dry up, and the blood in his mouth could no longer spit out a little blood. Yang Jian was so vicious that he was directly beaten to death by the other party's fist.

Call~

Suddenly, a subtle and subtle power came from his body. Under the 'Northern Dark God', which he had been unable to understand, died under the fist of Erlang God. The 'Northern Dark Spirit' in his body seemed to be like an inverted suction force, sucking all the fairy spirit back into his body.

Even the immortality of Erlang God is not let go.

'Wow~' He finally had a glimmer of life, but after all, he was so seriously injured that he still couldn't recover and fell asleep.

However, the 'Northern Underworld God' in the body did not stop because of this, but continued to operate to absorb the fairy spirit around and Erlang God more crazily. First, a wisp, then gathered more and more fairy spirit, and finally poured into his Dantian like a sea for his own use.

Erlang God's last palm flew him out, but inadvertently opened up Ren Du's second vein for him. Then, the mysterious shadow in the void flashed, and he was taken into the arms by the man, and disappeared in a few turns.

The 'Northern Underworld' in his body is still running non-stop. Even if he is now in a coma **, he still hasn't stopped. The Northern Underworld magic power is like a rotating golden wheel, driving the breath of life, absorbing all the fairy spirits around it into the Dantian, and then transforming it into vitality to repair the injured body and soul.

Gradually, his chest gradually recovered as before, and the scars on his body also healed miraculously. In Yin'er's stunned eyes, the man actually recovered as before. Not only could he find a trace of scars on his body, but his recovered strong body was better than before.

Yin'er was still holding the bowl of soup in her hand. Seeing that the man gradually woke up, she asked with concern, "Are you awake?"

"I, where am I?" Ling Feng woke up and subconsciously covered his chest. Just now, it was like a nightmare. He looked at the strange environment around him and asked.

Yin'er told Ling Feng that she had just planned to give medicine to Brother Ling, but suddenly there was an inexplicable anti-cyclone wind on his body, which sucked away the spiritual power of the whole room. The injury he had suffered gradually healed as before.

Ling Feng looked down at his eight abdominal muscles again. It not only healed as before, but also stronger than before. He hurriedly took the clothes from the head of the bed and sat at the head of the bed with Yin Er for a long time. He forgot to wear clothes, which was rude.

Ling Feng dressed well before he finally remembered something.

Duan Yu sent himself a copy of "Northern Ming Shen Gong" before, but the skill is profound and mysterious, but it has always made me sad, and I can't understand it, because this Bei Ming Shen Gong is not similar to the damage skill of "One Yang Finger" or "Six Vein Sword".

Now that I think about it, when my body is in danger, this skill runs automatically.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat. According to the book Beiming Shen Gong, this kind of martial arts is completely different from the attack skill of the 'Six Veins Sword', and also different from Ling Bo's escape skill.

'The Northern Underworld' is almost abnormal. Only when the owner's life is in absolute danger can there be a probability of launching. The probability of this success is very small, and it is almost impossible to die. However, today, he was lucky. On the front line of life and death, the 'Northern Underworld God' was finally launched successfully!

"Brother Ling, try the Dantian qi in your body. Have you reached any level?" Yin'er was also very happy to hear that Ling Feng's cultivation had soared.

"Well, let me have a try." Ling Feng closed his eyes and felt the ethereal fairy spirit in his body. A small pool that was originally gathered in his body suddenly gathered like a river, and finally gathered in Dantian. The spirit pool was as vast as a sea, which made his whole body feel refreshed!

He suddenly opened his eyes and said to the pearl-like silver next to him, "Yin'er, I've finally cultivated the strength of 'the later stage of digging the spirit'."

"Really?" Yin'er's bright and flawless face was full of joy and said, "Congratulations, Brother Ling!"

Suddenly, her expression stagnated, and she felt something. She looked out of the door, and there was a noise of officers and soldiers. She said to herself, "What are they doing in the middle of the night?"

Then, she turned around and said to Ling Feng, "Brother Ling, you lie back and take care of yourself first. I'll see what's going on outside."