Chapter 13 Silk Road Rain

"Master, take the luck immediately." Xiaoling reminded Leng Qingfeng in time.

Leng Qingfeng sat cross-legged, pinched his hands, and put them on his knees. A cyan light was like a shrewd big-headed fish running around in his body, and the rampaging posture made Leng Qingfeng suffer greatly. But Leng Qingfeng has a cold-blooded belief and tolerance. Don't bear the pain, don't bear the pain.

"Master, hold your hand. Open Dantian and hold on." Xiaoling shouted like this, and it hid behind Leng Qingfeng's heart early.

The hand began to tremble, but it still held the secret; the face began to be pale, but the teeth were still biting; the tongue pressed against the e and tried hard to stand up. However, the strength did not weaken. Like a runoff wild horse, it kept rushing east and west. Every time he collided with his body, Leng Qingfeng felt that the place where he was hit must have been smashed to pieces, but now he has not retreated. The best way to hold his hand and defend Dantian is to subdue it. Now the only test is persistence. Whoever persists to the end is the conqueror. As for whether the body can hold it or not, I don't care, but the will must hold it, otherwise is my mother Leng Qingfeng? What the fuck is revenge?

Leng Qingfeng went out.

After Qingmang still had no way out, he finally plunged into Dantian. Leng Qingfeng shouted and grabbed the dog skin with both hands fiercely. For a moment, the dog skin, which had just been ignited by the light of Sirius and was blown out by Leng Qingfeng's blood, was sucked into his palm and quickly turned into a green smoke and disappeared, but Leng Qingfeng has Regardless of this, Dantian has quickly scalated and expanded like a fireball, like fiery magma in the center of the earth. Finally, Leng Qingfeng jumped up and went straight into the air. His palms raised, and thousands of rays of light shot out, turning into thousands of rays of light and scattered around, like rusty needles shining cold light all over the sky. Shoot in all directions...

"Silk Road Flower Rain!" Xiaoling blurted out.

Cold Qingfeng fell to the ground heavily.

Xiaoling is right. Leng Qingfeng's move just stirred by the light of Sirius was exactly the magic of Sirius - Silk Road Flower Rain.

The ancient wolf was full of vigorous skills, cold-blooded personality, and a keen sense of smell. It once traverseed hundreds of generations in the ancient continent, absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for hundreds of generations, and natural aura. The ancient god wolf finally cultivated into an elixir. With its soul-catching eyes, it declared its divine power and explored the ages. However, when the heavenly disaster came, the ancient gods exerted their greatest strength and burst themselves. Between the broken bones, their bodies were shining, turning into thousands of silver and gold strands, spreading in all directions. After a fierce collision with the heavenly disaster, the ashes disappeared. However, the alchemy successfully soared in the shield composed of silver and gold strands, embedded in the distant Sirius constellation. According to Sirius, the last blow is the rain on the Silk Road.

But the ancient legend has become a distant apart world. When the little spirit practiced with the ancient practitioner of the previous world, he only heard him talk about it lightly. That is already the ancient legend of his wife. A traceless time has long become empty, let alone leaving a method to cultivate for later generations. The silk road is just a waste of time. A beautiful name became the eternal nostalgia at the moment of Sirius's martyrdom. It is actually just an ancient dream to have its existence. On the contrary, the practitioner, in the accidental days he once passed, dropped a page of paper in front of the little black dog, which described the method: after receiving the blessing of the light of Sirius, he used his own blood as medicine to sacrifice with the dog's fur, and the blood and fire blended into a silk road.

The little black dog knew that this was a gift from the owner.

Now, he gave this gift to Leng Qingfeng.

Everything is calm again.

Xiaoling began to repair the wound hit by Leng Qingfeng by the light of Sirius. Starting from the Baihui cave above his head, Lingyuan Xiaoling was like a green light ball, swimming in Leng Qingfeng's body. The wound in Leng Qingfeng's body was hit by burns. After it passed, it soon began to recover. The blood stopped where the bleeding stopped, the wound at the burned place began to shrink gradually, and the wound where it was cracked began to heal. Xiaoling swam quickly, and soon walked through the seven meridians and eight veins of Leng Qingfeng.

Leng Qingfeng muttered and opened his eyes.

"Is I dead?" The voice is still so cold.

"Congratulations, master, you didn't die, and you have successfully received the blessing of Sirius. And it has become a silk road rain. Xiaoling reported to Leng Qingfeng excitedly.

"Oh?" A trace of blue flashed in Leng Qingfeng's eyes.

"Yes, master." Xiaoling replied.

Leng Qingfeng struggled to stand up, looked up at the sky, raised his hands, and made a long sound. His voice was infinitely angry and desolate, and then turned into a fury that penetrated the sky. It was endless depression, and the rock-heavy barricade finally erupted. The day of revenge has finally come. Leng Qingfeng withdrew his hands, turned his palms into fists, and slammed into the void. His fists spread out, and the palms of his hands turned out... He wanted to see his silk road with his own eyes. But there was a convulsion in my heart and fell to the ground again.

"Master, your body has just been severely damaged, and you can't work hard now." Xiaoling urgently reminded.

"When is it available?"

"When your body fully recovers."

"I'm fine."

"But you still need to practice to completely absorb the light of Sirius, and then you can run the Silk Road Flower Rain."

"I didn't send out the silk road rain just now."

"It's just a momentary change. You can't control it as you like. Only by controlling it as you want can you play its effect normally. You didn't hit the silk road rain just now, which is the reason why you haven't been able to fully control it. Xiaoling explained patiently. Moreover, the silk road rain has three different effects, and the methods of control are also different.

"Which three different effects?"

The first is protection. Spreading it all over the sky will form a huge net of flowers and rain, which will form an impenetrable protection, protecting the object in the core. According to the legend of Sirius, the ancient Sirius relied on this layer of protection to resist the natural disaster. Although the body was empty, it perfectly protected its alchemy and soared on the road at the moment of the storm on the silk road, achieving the Sirius constellation.

"What about the second one?"

"The second is attack. Silk Road Huayu can resist the disaster, but its attack power is self-evident. If its power to resist the disaster is sent out, do you think you can go over the river and the sea? Therefore, especially when being attacked by groups, the Silk Road Flower Rain can exert its infinite magic and plunder all directions.

"Is it really that powerful?"

"Yes, master. However, those who need to manipulate it should have supreme cultivation.

"What do you mean?"

"With the same hammer, the strength of a three-year-old child must be different from that of a 30-year-old man."

"I see."

"Third, the silk road flowers and rain can also grow worms."

"What kind of worm?" Leng Qingfeng stared at his questioning eyes.

"Master, have you forgotten how you sacrificed the silk road rain?"

"It's because of the light of Sirius."

"Yes, the light of Sirius only blessed the energy in your body, but do you remember that when the light of the wolf attack, my once fur was in front of you. It was also favored by the light of Sirius and ignited by the green light of Sirius. Next is your blood spray, and the former gave it spiritual power. The latter gave it aura, so it has become a spiritual object.

"Do you mean it has life again?"

"How to say? Although spiritual objects have spiritual power and aura, they cannot be said to have independent life. Because its aura is given by the owner, this aura is only connected with the owner's bloodline. It exists with the owner's will and leaves the owner, and this aura becomes a rootless tree, like a fish frozen in the ice. Only driven by the breath of the master can its spiritual power be exerted, which is the spiritual object. For example, I am a spiritual element separated from the living body, and the spirit is a spiritual element that merges with inanimate objects.

"But has it been absorbed by me just now?"

"Yes, master. It is precisely because you have absorbed that the refining is completed. In fact, what you absorb is the aura and spiritual power of spiritual objects, but it is no longer just pure fur.

"How do you grow gid?"

"When you use the silk road flower rain, you will be stabbed into your body by every green light, and that green light will become a pest."

"How to manipulate insects? Song Jun has a skull.

"Master, have you forgotten me?"

"You?"

"Yes, your spirit is that I once had a body and condensed my blood."

"I see. You are better than that skull."

"Master, you are looking up to Song Jun. His worm is just a small skill of carving insects. You are called a foreign guest."

"Then start practicing now."

"Master, it's almost dawn. It's time for you to go back."

Although he has just been injured, today's harvest is really rich. It can be said that he has been reborn, and Leng Qingfeng has forgotten the pain in his heart. With a gentle leap, he has climbed the wall and quietly visited in. The dead-like quiet dream has taken people to the distant muttering. With a little effort, his body easily climbed over the wall and fell to the ground silently.

Quietly opened the curtain, and a pair of bright eyes were staring at themselves closely. Pure and clear, as deep as Hong. Dantian was excited for a while, and a torrent didn't wait for Leng Qingfeng to react. It had already gushed out and went straight to his eyes, looking at the two pools of clear pools in the dark.

Recently, He Xiaozhuo has increasingly felt the cold air emanating from Leng Qingfeng. Whenever he approached him, the bright light in Dantian would immediately brighten up and become more pure, and condensed there at a high speed. Leng Qingfeng has been out in the middle of the night for 15 days and returned in the early morning. How did his hands and feet recover? Why do you have to hide and pretend to be me after recovery? Why do you feel the coldness on his body more solemn every time he comes back in the early morning? Why are you so cold**? Even a stronger and stronger rejection?

Leng Qingfeng is getting weirder and weirder.

When I was refining my gas just now, I was in a calm and clear starry sky. Why was I suddenly interrupted by a strong light? What is the strong light? Will it have anything to do with Leng Qingfeng? He decided to wait to see if there was anything unusual today.

He saw a pair of cold eyes, and soon a pair of flame-like blue light flashed in those cold eyes. Like shooting straight at himself.

Two pairs of eyes, four beams of light, collided with each other, and the needle pointed wheat light were hard there.

Time passed minute by minute. I don't know how long it took, Xiaoling finally broke the silence:

"Master, it's time for you to rest."

Leng Qingfeng snorted coldly, returned to his position, and fell asleep.