Chapter 82 Stone Room phantus

A month passed in a hurry, and Bai Lang practiced in that stone room almost every day. Occasionally, he came out to relax for a moment and then entered the customs again.

In the stone room, he stood quietly and stared at the front, as if looking at a piece of nothingness. Countless swordsmanship in his mind were flying, running like lightning and changing. In a month, he still had no progress. This move of "thunder chopping" was really too mysterious. Even if he had talent, it was difficult to Realizing a trace of morality.

Not only that, he was also lost among the demons several times. The figure that evolved the sword turned into a heavy illusion and invaded the depths of the mind, making him almost fall into madness and collapse. The unstable Taoism is the most taboo thing for monks.

Suddenly, his face turned white, and his body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. He slowly raised his head, and a wave of fatigue and disappointment surged up to his thin and thinner face.

"Failed again!"

For a long time, Bai Lang shook his head and sighed, and slowly sat down very tiredly: "If you can't hold on to a stick of incense at most, your consciousness will not be able to hold on and be forced out by the powerful sword. More importantly, it consumes too much to observe it more than ten times a day!"

"If only there were a lot of elixir to warm the soul!" Bai Lang rested for a long time, pushed open the stone door and went out. His face was as depressed as before, and his face was as pale as paper.

"It's out, it's out!" In a corner in the distance, a group of monks gathered. When they saw Bai Lang coming out, they shouted in a low voice.

"Wow, that boy hasn't gone crazy yet!"

"Haha, let me tell you, this boy is still a little Taoist. In my opinion, he can hold on for at least ten days!" Someone whispered again.

"No nonsense, come on, bet on the guy who died this time, you, you, and you, hand over the bet!"

Although they deliberately used Taoism to isolate their voices, they were still a little humble in front of Bai Lang. Their voices fell into Bai Lang's ears at all, and Bai Lang walked out with a bitter smile.

I don't know why the news of Bai Lang's practice of "killing the sky" spread in Jianzong. After hearing this, those disciples were shocked and didn't believe that he deliberately succeeded in cultivation. Since the present world, except for the cultivation of the previous leader, the rest of the practitioners have failed. They have either been bombarded into scum by the thunder, or burned themselves or exploded to death. In short, no one can survive. This sword formula has long been an unknown taboo known inside Luoxia. The practitioners will die!

I don't know when it started. Some people began to bet on how long Brown will last! Later, more and more people participated. Every time Bai Lang went out of the customs, it caused a sensation. Now, it is said that even disciples of the Instrument Sect and Taoist Sect sneaked over to participate in the bet!

"I pressed a water-based spiritual sword and bet that he would go crazy and die next time!" A monk just lost the bet and shouted angrily.

"I pressed five bottles of purple grass liquid and bet that he could hold on for ten days!" Another monk looked full of pain, "This month's teacher's welfare is the last bit left!"

"And me, I also held on for ten days! Hey hey, I just sensed it with the secret method. The boy's consciousness has been severely damaged. I'm afraid it won't last, haha!"

"What are you doing!" A majestic voice sounded behind them, and everyone felt cold behind them, as if they had met a ghost. At that time, they were as frightened, trembling and silent.

An old man in black clothes walked over slowly without anger. His eyes were cold and glanced at everyone. It was the elder in the tower. He was originally a high-level elder of the law enforcement hall and has always been known for his severity. Because he made some mistakes, he was punished here. Everyone also knew that when they usually saw him, they were afraid and avoided far away. It is.

"Ha ha, it turned out to be Elder Zhang, ha, ours, let's chat together, yes, chat!" A man in the eight-level realm smiled more ugly than crying, and said with a careful smile.

Elder Zhang's thick eyebrows twisted, and his eyes swept over like cold electricity. With a heavy hum, the male Xiu trembled with fear and dropped a bottle of spiritual liquid on the ground with a crack. His heart was heartbroken, but he did not dare to show it. He just looked at the elder in front of him pitifully. Elder Zhang snorted and shouted, "You are gambling here. You think I don't know. Do you think I'm blind?"

Everyone's face turned pale, and the male monk's legs trembled with fear. Although the sect clearly prohibits this gambling, after all, as a monk, it is not a good thing. This elder has always been strict and the old man in the door. If he wants to take the opportunity to punish himself, he will really suffer a lot.

"back...back to the elder, we dare not do it next time, and we will dare not do it in the future. I hope the elder will raise his hand and spare us!" Everyone howled.

Elder Zhang glared at everyone. After a long time, he suddenly shouted, "Who dared you, who let you quit!" You bet with me, how dare you not add me!" Elder Zhang scolded loudly and felt that these little kids were really stupid.

"Ah?!" After a long time, everyone finally realized that they all opened their mouths wide, as if they were going to swallow a fist.

"Ah, what! Add one for me, well, I bet he can hold on for 20 days!" Elder Zhang shouted at this group of ignorant disciples, looked at the thin figure that had just disappeared, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He said lightly, "This little guy, I'm also very interested!"

"Also, no matter what the result is, I want to draw 20% of your gambling money!" Elder Zhang turned his face and became more and more majestic. He put his hands behind him and held his head high to the sky.

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed again.

"Why, you don't want to?" Elder Zhang frowned.

"Yes, of course!" After a while, everyone reacted, and their heads were like pounding garlic.

Elder Zhang's tense face finally eased a little and slowly turned away. After leaving everyone's sight, he held a smile at the corners of his mouth: "These little kids, how dare not leave me some sweetness!"

Bai Lang slowly walked out of the sword tower, and a bright sunshine shone directly into his eyes, as if he had shot into a cold spring. He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and blocked it!

The warm sunshine, like a tangible, spread on the slender fingers, with a faint glow. The warmth slowly invaded the heart along the arm. Bai Lang closed his eyes, opened his arms, hugged the bright sunshine, and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.

"Blon!" The familiar voice woke him up.

Bai Lang opened his eyes, and a Taoist priest's square face was elegant, with a blue robe, a high crown like clouds, and a faint smile on his face. Looking at himself, Bai Lang quickly stepped forward and said, "Elegator Li, why are you here today?"

Li Changfeng looked calm, but smiled faintly and said, "Are you surprised to see me? You have never come to Luoxia, but you haven't come to me. Did you forget my old man?"

Bai Lang quickly said, " Elder Li's words are serious. How dare Bai Lang forget Elder Li!"

Elder Li waved his hand and smiled and said, "I said in front of everyone that day that you are my true disciple. Since you are my disciple, how can you call me Elder Li!"

Bai Lang was stunned first, and then looked at Li Changfeng. Seeing that he was calm, he was also looking at himself with a smile. His eyes flashed, took a deep breath, stood upright, and then bowed down seriously again and said, "Bai Lang met Master!"

Li Changfeng looked at the disciple in front of him carefully. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. Then he laughed and said loudly, "Okay, okay, okay, it's a great blessing that I, Li Changfeng, can accept you as an apprentice!"

Since he returned to the sect, he has been quiet on the surface, but on the inside, the struggle is fierce. These days, he has tried his best to fight against Elder Xiao and unite his forces, and has no time to care about anything else. He knew very well that Bai Lang knew his situation and never took the initiative to contact him. Perhaps this stubborn teenager was also because he didn't want to rely on his protection, which was a mouthpiece!

After laughing, Li Changfeng became solemn. He looked at Bai Lang, frowned and said in a low voice, "Bai Lang, have you practiced the 'killing the sky'?"

Bai Lang looked awe-hearted, raised his head and said, "Yes!"

Li Changfeng raised his eyebrows, stared at Bai Lang, and said, "Do you know the danger in it?"

Bai Lang nodded again and said, "I know!"

Li Changfeng took a cold breath and looked complicated and speechless. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "It's my carelessness. I forgot to tell you that this sword formula can't be practiced, alas!"

Bai Lang's eyes flashed and said lightly, "I know my own way. Master, you don't have to blame yourself!"

He took a deep breath, looked at the clouds in the sky, and said leisurely, "I don't believe that this sword formula can't be cultivated. Even if there is a mountain ahead, I will step flat. Even if I die, I will let go!"

"This formula is not in heaven. Where can we hear it in the world? Then I will use my hand to reproduce this sword formula in the world!" Bai Lang's eyes became resolute, and his whole body became extremely sharp like a sharp sword out of its sheath!

Li Changfeng looked at the thin teenager in front of him and was speechless for a long time!

Many years ago, I was also stubborn and regretless. Even if I abandoned my half-life cultivation, even if I died a thousand times, I never bowed my head to this world.

Li Changfeng turned into Changhong and left again. He left Bai Lang with a hundred thousand-year-old blood lotus and a thousand bottles of soul liquid, which are enough for ordinary monks to use for a year!

After a day, Bai Lang closed again!

A large number of elixirs are consumed like running water, turning into the purest essence of life, flowing into the body to warm the soul and consolidate the meat shell. Bai Lang devoted himself to the understanding of the sword formula, and the ancient Buddhist scriptures also operated by himself. The surging mana was like a tide, roaring in his body and constantly transporting energy to resist the increasingly strong sword.

Bai Lang's hand condenses the divine seal, the treasure body is brilliant, and the invisible energy fluctuates for a while, making a huge roar like tides and falling, constantly shaking in the stone room. Countless monks were shocked and gathered around the door, guessing what was going on inside!

Later, the high-ranking elders in the sect were also shocked and came to control the rainbow. They wanted to open the stone gate and find out, but they were stopped by the elder Zhang in black clothes. He was an old man in the sect. Even Qin Bei respected him three points, and his cultivation was extremely high. No one dared to disobey his words, and those elders had to give up!

Seven days later, the tides in the stone room rose and fell, and it became more and more powerful. It was like the surging waves roaring, and occasionally the sound of sword roaring echoed.

The stone chamber vibrated, the dust fell, and the monks outside gathered around more!

It can only be updated today, so let's not talk about the reason, lest everyone say it is an excuse