Chapter 4392

Ling Han suddenly found that in the two days here, his willpower has been significantly improved.

The spirit is very difficult to cultivate. Even if there is a corresponding skill, the power of heaven and earth can only be turned into secret power and cannot be improved. Therefore, it can only be improved by yourself bit by bit.

But here, those heads constantly give out temptation, he in the process of confrontation, will power has also been excellent training, progress is incomparably obvious.

"If my will was made of clay before, now it is baked and turned into brick, which is obviously strong."

Ling Han is very pleased that this kind of promotion is not the increase of quantity, but the change of quality.

"I'll stay here a few more days."

"I have never believed that one path can determine one's destiny."

"Even if I am not the first to finish the imperial Road, or even the 1000th or 10000th to go out, as long as I have gained something, I will live up to it."

"To be strong is the best way."

"It doesn't decide my fate!"

Ling Han continued to sit around, not to care about the first to finish the emperor's road.

What's the point of walking in a hurry? He becomes strong on this road. This is the king's way.

The head constantly makes the sound of temptation, while Ling Han tries his best to resist it. In such a contest, he constantly sharpens his will, and his spiritual strength becomes more and more tenacious.

From mud to brick, from brick to stone, from stone to iron, from iron Sharpen out the edge, can cut the world.

At this time, those heads no longer spoke, no longer staring at him, all closed their eyes, as if they had lost interest in him.

Oh, go on!

Ling Han looked at the tree and began to challenge: "Hello, Hello, you can not sleep, so ugly also mean to sleep?"

If this is a normal person, I don't expect to call him back, or at least give him a white eye, right?

But these heads are not real creatures, there is no joy, anger, sadness, these emotions, all seem to be dead like, completely ignored him.

Ling Han provoked again for a while. With his ability to harm others, he couldn't even annoy these heads, which made him deeply frustrated.

"I still can't get home. If it's Laohei..."

Unfortunately, big black dog is not here.

Ling Han shook his head, reached for a fallen leaf and strode to the river.

He threw the leaves into the river, then jumped and fell on the leaves.

According to the law, his cultivation can make his body as light as a feather, without weight at all. But when he stepped on the leaf, the leaf suddenly sank, and the river suddenly reached the cold ankle.

Fortunately, it didn't go up any more.

The problem is, the river is rolling down with cold, but there is no sign of crossing.

Ling Han thought of the stone tablet message, to be driven by faith.

He immediately raised his will and pushed the leaves across.

He has a strong will, but he has been tempering his will in recent days, reaching an amazing strength. Even in this strange river, he also played a role in pushing the leaves to cross.

Around, one face after another was washed by the river, but they couldn't go. They were all staring at Ling Han with resentment, as if to say, why don't you have to be dragged into the river and suffer the torture that will never stop?

They want to drag Linghan into the water, but the leaves of immortality are emitting a faint light, which has a powerful deterrent effect on the face, so that they dare not go beyond the thunder pool.

Ling Han firmly believes that he ignores these faces and does not consider whether he will be torn to pieces by these faces if the boat capsizes.

He had only one idea to cross the river.

His journey is a river of stars. How can a man who wants to become an emperor in the future stay here?

The river is surging, and his face is howling, but Ling Han doesn't pay any attention to it. In these days of tempering his will, he seems to have gained a new life.

Close, close, the other shore is in front of you.

At this time, Ling Han's body suddenly has a light Yang.

Ling Han has a feeling that his body seems to be undergoing earth shaking changes. It is clear that his cultivation has not been improved at all, but it seems to be completely changed. The world seems to have changed its color.

He saw the rules of heaven and earth, embodied in his eyes, as if he could move one or even several rules at will, or turn them into an impregnable spear or a strong shield.

"Eh?"

He felt a little itchy on his face. He rubbed down a layer of old skin!

At the same time, he also felt the bone itching, and there were bone scraps discharged from the pores of his skin.

God, he's really reinventing himself!

Ling Han is shocked. He has perfected every realm and even broken the limit again and again. In addition, he has cultivated Tianlong dijue. No matter where he is, he should be perfect.However, he could be reborn and evolved more perfectly.

This!

Ling Han understands that this is a qualitative change in the spiritual level. The spirit is perfect, which affects the physical body and makes him more perfect.

On the other side, Huanyang, the second.

Ling Han suddenly realized that after crossing the river, the ghost would be able to obtain flesh and blood and open the second. He was not dead, so naturally he could not open the second. Therefore, he just made the soul body perfect.

He could not help grinning. This road is indeed dangerous, but the opportunity is amazing. Otherwise, what kind of medicine does he need to cultivate his soul and body so perfectly?

On the other side, we have arrived.

Ling Han jumped up and fell on the Bank of the river. Looking back, the faces of those people were unwilling to see, as if they were going to rush out of the river and drag Linghan back.

But they can not get rid of the shackles of the river, the surging waves, they were mercilessly washed downstream.

Ling Han took back his eyes. There was a plain in front of him. There were a lot of people running and flying, but no one looked at him more.

Why are you not surprised?

Wait, what about the sound of the river?

Ling Han was surprised, he looked back again, this time, he was shocked.

Where is the river from?

Behind him is a plain. What about the river?

No wonder nobody cares about him. Although he appeared out of thin air, there are too many people here. Everyone is rushing forward. Who cares about him?

Well, no one cares. He doesn't care.

Ling Han followed the others and took a look at their accomplishments and qualifications. He was sure that even those who came in were not as good as Taoist.

Obviously, the emperors and Taoists only got these people after they had finished.

Ling Han has changed his appearance. In fact, his soul has been perfectly evolved. Even if he does not change, it is estimated that few people can recognize him.

Soon, a gorge appeared in front, and in the canyon, a huge axe in the horizontal cutting dance, covered the entire canyon.

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