Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 49 Deep Training
Xiao Wu's cheek was buried in Tang Ling's back, her slender jade-like hands hugged Tang Ling's waist tightly, and drops of crystal clear tears soaked Tang Ling's clothes.

Tang Ling stood stiffly on the spot, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't realize it for a long time. His sister...

"Xiao Ling, I really haven't hugged you for a long time...

For five years, I've been really... worried about you..." Xiao Wu's face was deeply buried in Tang Ling's back, and drops of crystal clear tears soaked the clothes on Tang Ling's back.

Tang Ling could hear that even though he no longer understood those ignorant things, he could clearly hear the strong attachment in Xiao Wu's words.

Tang Ling didn't dare to make any movements, but let Xiao Wu hug him. He wanted to do something but didn't dare to do it.

Suddenly, he let go of his hands that were holding him tightly, turned around slowly, and walked towards his dormitory step by step, his back was full of loss and helplessness.

Tang Ling watched Xiao Wu's back. For some reason, his heart that had just calmed down became a little flustered again. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Wu's slender wrist. Even he didn't understand why he wanted to He did this, but he had a feeling that if he didn't grab Xiao Wu's wrist, it was very possible that he would never see Xiao Wu again...

Terrified, terrified, terrified...

He saw the kind of distressed smile on Xiao Wu's face.

There was also the tear stain on the face that could not be wiped off, and the bottom of my heart suddenly ached, and there was a sharp pain in my mind, and then a picture appeared in my mind...

The man in the picture had a cold expression on his face, he ignored the three women who were crying behind him, turned around and left...

One of the girls had tears like this on her face...

Exactly the same face, exactly the same...

tear stains...

Disappointment, loneliness, fear, fear...

"Xiao Wu..." Tang Ling grabbed Xiao Wu's wrist with one hand, and covered his forehead with the other hand. He wanted, remembered, remembered...

But no matter what, he couldn't remember it, that picture kept stimulating him, because the man with the cold face had exactly the same face as him, but the deep black pupils on his face no longer had any light...

Deep, pitch black, like, a pool of stagnant water...

Without any hope, without any light...

Tang Ling gritted his teeth tightly. The image in his mind was so real that it reminded him of his future self, or his former self...

Where does Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's strange sense of familiarity come from? In which picture, why does Xiao Wu cry, Zhuqing, why does she cry...

He wanted to think about it, but that picture just disappeared in a flash, and he couldn't capture where it came from.

Maybe that picture is the best explanation...

However, Xiao Wu's movements prevented Tang Ling from searching for her soul power, and her rosy lips were directly printed on Tang Ling's lips. Tang Ling's pupils kept shrinking, sniffing the fragrance of Xiao Wu's body, and his emotions fell into a sudden depression. down state.

"You actually grabbed my hand, then you also have a part of me..." Xiao Wu licked her lips, escaped from Tang Ling's embrace, blinked her eyes charmingly, and used the word "excellent in the world" to full play vividly.

"Also, don't force yourself to think of certain things. I think it's good that we are like this..." Xiao Wu looked at Tang Ling's messy state, the corners of her mouth raised, and the way she was bouncing around couldn't be seen from the previous few minutes. With a sad face...

"Oh, by the way, Xiao Ling, you can open that box." When Xiao Wu entered the dormitory, she suddenly turned around to look at Tang Ling, who was still a little dazed, and said this before turning around and pushing open the dormitory door Enter the dormitory.

Xiao Wu, who had just entered the dormitory, threw herself on the bed, covered her hot pretty face, and murmured in a low voice: "I don't believe it, I can't break your rock yet."

Tang Ling touched the corner of his mouth, stopped his panic, and smiled wryly. It seemed that this was the second time he was kissed forcibly...

Back in the dormitory, Tang Ling's head was still a little messed up. He shook his head to get the thoughts out of his mind, and then half-lyed on the bed, looking at the stars in the night sky.

In his eyes, next to the golden star that belonged to him at that moment, heresy appeared again. A pink star was like the purple star at that moment, exuding a thin pink line to connect with his natal star.

"Ah~, forget it, just let it go..." Stretched, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and began to meditate, stacking his hands together, a golden flame appeared in Tang Ling's palm, following Tang Ling Breathing and beating continuously.

With the activation of Xuantian Gong, circles of pale golden soul power were absorbed by Tang Ling. No, it is not so much that Tang Ling is absorbing soul power to replenish himself, it is better to say that Di Yan is absorbing the powerful soul power of Tang Ling. .

But Tang Ling didn't know all of this, every time Tang Ling practiced, he would enter into a deep cultivation very quickly, perhaps it had something to do with Di Yan.

In-depth cultivation is not so easy to enter. Some people spend their entire lives unable to enter in-depth cultivation. The reason why they want to enter in-depth cultivation is because the speed of cultivation will increase by more than three times the original cultivation speed , and did not take any heaven and earth spirit treasures, just ordinary practice.

They felt that as long as they entered that state once, they would be satisfied, and Tang Ling would enter that state almost every time he meditated, and he could quit at will. If Tang San knew about it, he might wish to pick Tang Ling up and beat him up. .

Xuantian Kungfu slowly stopped functioning, and the light golden soul power circulating in his body dissipated as Tang Ling opened his eyes, and Di Yan didn't change at all.

Tang Ling stretched his waist, but didn't put away the martial soul. He lay down on the bed in a large font. He raised his left hand. Diyan's martial soul was still burning there. Looking at Diyan, Tang Ling's eyes became a little complicated.

Everything has changed since the awakening of the Emperor Yan martial soul, whether it is Xuantian Kungfu, Xuanyu Hand, or even body skills, all have the characteristics of the Emperor Yan martial soul.

The Xuantian Kungfu stretches endlessly, but on the basis of the original foundation, it is fierce and domineering like a flame.

Xuanyu's hand, which was originally extremely cold as jade, became bursting like fire, with a strong burning sensation.

Ghost Shadow has not changed much, but the speed has become faster, weirder and more varied.

Tang Ling hasn't noticed any changes in the Ziji Demon Eyes until now, except that the eyes have turned into a noble purple-gold color, and there seems to be no big change.

Tang Ling sighed helplessly and felt his soul power realm. Sighing helplessly, he put away Diyan and frowned slightly.

I have been stuck at the peak of level 29 for more than a year, and I haven't made any progress until now.

"Forget it, take a good rest. I'm too anxious. As long as the time comes, my cultivation will naturally improve..." His brows gradually relaxed, he yawned, and closed his eyes to sleep.

When Tang Ling fell into a deep sleep, Tang Ling's left hand Emperor Flame Martial Soul reappeared, and there was a breeze in the room for no reason. The breeze didn't wake Tang Ling up, but blew out the swinging oil lamp on the table. Only then did the breeze dissipate, and Di Yan disappeared in Tang Ling's hands.

(End of this chapter)