Comprehension Dragon Soul

It has been three days since Si Minglang woke up from that nightmare.But he still couldn't break free from the horror brought by that dream.After thinking about it, he still felt that the dream seemed too real.

The horror of struggling between life and death but being helpless, and even those years of being ecstasy, thinking that he was a woman and tortured in the countryside, all seemed to be experienced by him.

It was fine during the day, but every night, this nightmare would find him again, allowing him to experience that horror and pain again.In the end, what woke him up from his dream would always be those huge, cold and terrifying pupils. He had never seen a real dragon, but somehow firmly believed that the owner of those eyes was a real dragon.

But how is this possible?Not to mention that everything he saw came from a dream. The cultivators of this Yanshui world know that all the dragons in this world have been forcibly opened after the Battle of Doomsday 8000 years ago. The boundary wall passage has left this world.Not only that, the Yanshui world without the dragon clan was also sealed off by Da Neng, which cut off the way for other spirits and monsters in the Yanshui world to transform into dragons.

In this world, there are dragons and dragons, but these monsters have no possibility of further progress in the blood of beasts, unless they survive the catastrophe, ascend to immortality, and only after they leave the world of Yanshui can they obtain further secrets.

In ancient times, no matter what kind of spirits and monsters, they could transform into dragons after leaping over the dragon gate, but it no longer exists in Yanshui World.

Under such a premise, it is impossible for there to be real dragons left in Yanshui World.But Si Minglang frowned. If the huge and beautiful creature he saw wasn't a real dragon, what else could it be?

On the first day after waking up from that nightmare, Si Minglang simply used his qi floating as an excuse to retreat and practice, but after three days passed, he not only failed to break through the confusion, but felt that everything in the dream So real, I can't help but want to find out the root cause.

Now he is obviously the only son of the head of the Shuize Sect, his parents are loving, and his own future is bright, how could he be reduced to such a point?

Si Minglang's expression moved slightly, a memory that did not belong to his 18 years of life suddenly appeared in his heart.The meridians in his body were not damaged due to obsession or something, but were affected by the magic power of Shengyue Mountain's disciples fighting demons when he was traveling down the mountain, and suffered irreparable damage.The mana that has been cultivated for many years has disappeared in one day.

Afterwards, before Si Minglang could taste the pain of not having mana, he received another painful blow.Although his injuries were severe and his spiritual roots were damaged, he could barely be regarded as a cultivator after a while.It's a pity that the news of his serious injury was sent back to the mountain gate. After learning of what happened to his son, Si Yuting, his mother, was so angry and sad that she became obsessed and lost her mind. He didn't even have the chance to see his mother again for the last time.

After Si Minglang in his memory heard the bad news, he, who had barely managed to keep his injury from getting worse by relying on perseverance, suddenly collapsed.His spiritual roots were broken, and he truly became a mortal whose path to cultivation was cut off, and there was no possibility of recovery.

The kind of earth-shaking changes to his entire life were concentrated in those short two or three days, the unbelievable and irreversible remorse, when Si Minglang recalled this memory, he couldn't help feeling the same. He clenched his fists tightly, and when he came back to his senses, the nails of both hands had sunk deep into the skin, cutting eight crescent-shaped openings, and even oozing blood.

Si Minglang took a deep breath, stood up from the futon used for cultivation, suppressed his anger, took two steps slowly, and finally calmed himself down.His impatience is just useless. In the face of a difficult and dangerous future, he must remain calm as much as possible in order to fight for that glimmer of life.

Moreover, who can prove that everything he "remembers" is something that will happen in the future?Cultivators, what they cultivate day and night is not only the mana in their bodies, but more importantly, the mind. If the state is not reached, no matter how full the mana in the body is, they are just losers who cannot go further.

Aren't the stories about the demons entering the body that have been widely circulated among cultivators, leading to obsessions, not enough to wake people up?Maybe what he is facing is also a new trick of the demon?

No matter how difficult the future is, it still depends on people to walk out step by step.

With a clear heart and righteous faith, Si Minglang finally broke free from the panic brought about by the dream. The mana in his body was like a surge, slapping his meridians.He turned around and sat back on the futon again. The aura emanating from the spiritual veins was collected and filtered by the futon, and then absorbed into his body.

It took a full hour for him to gradually reap the benefits, and when he opened his eyes again, even Si Minglang, who was full of gloom, couldn't help showing some joy.The breakthrough just now allowed him to break through the previous bottleneck, and finally reached the state of great perfection in the Qi training period.For a true cultivator, this is already enough to make him famous in one fell swoop, even with the help brought by his parents who are both Jindan stage practitioners, it is also a remarkable record.

However, thinking about his mother's soul being caught in the net of fire, almost deformed by a desperate blow, Si Minglang's little joy disappeared in an instant.It doesn't matter if the Qi training period is complete, not to mention the entire Yanshui world, just a small sect like their Shuizemen, there are more than fifty people wandering in this realm, which is the accumulated number of three generations of disciples.Among these people, those who can go further to build foundations, with the assistance of Foundation Establishment Dan, are at most only half of them.

This is only the beginning of the Great Dao. After the foundation is established, there is still the pulse condensing, and after the pulse condensing, there is the golden elixir. During the period of crossing the catastrophe, when the monks successfully cope with the catastrophe, they can ascend to immortality.There will not be more than 80 great powers in the two realms of returning to the void and crossing the catastrophe. Moreover, the powers of the great powers have a long lifespan. A retreat may last for [-] or [-] years. With this time, the new Most of the generation of cultivators have been washed away.

Seeing that it was daytime, Si Minglang hesitated for a moment, but chose to come out of the training room.

After coming out of his yard, but only two or three hundred meters away, he saw a familiar disciple running towards him out of breath. When he saw Si Minglang leaving the gate, he couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face: "Brother, Shengyue Mountain is here!" People who have clashed with Senior Brother Ming, and everyone doesn't know what to do!"

Although Si Minglang is young, he took advantage of his mother being the head of the sect. He was accepted as an inner sect disciple not long after he was born, and now he is the number one in the inner sect's personal biography.In addition to the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage, there is another generation, and he is the big brother among the low-level disciples.Because of his good strength, he doesn't discriminate against foreign disciples, he is willing to give advice, and he is willing to stand up for his disciples. These disciples who are more than ten years older than him are also willing to call him "Senior Brother".

Si Minglang waved his hand at him, and said, "You lead the way ahead, and tell me the cause and effect on the way." While the outer disciple was worriedly leading the way and explaining the origin of the dispute, he failed to find out. Minglang has already turned his mind to other places.

No one can clearly explain how shocked Si Minglang's heart is now. Even Si Minglang himself can't remember why he can keep his calm face afterward - although the calmness is not perfect enough to play a cousin. The image of a worried brother, but I can't demand more from him.

How could he forget? !Mingxi, the younger brother whom he has protected since he was a child and regarded him as his own brother, is actually the first one to declare to him that everything has changed after he lost his mana, spirit root, and mother. People who will face a painfully scary but real world.

It's only been a month since his mother passed away, and when Si Minglang was still immersed in grief, the Mizusawa Gate had already planned a grand wedding.The host of this wedding is none other than the husband of the previous sect master and the cousin of the former sect master.When Si Minglang was racking his brains to get out of his convalescent room and squeeze into the wedding venue that was incompatible with him, he saw the joyous reunion of the family of three.

He saw Mingxi solemnly bowing down in front of Si Minglang's father and his mother, offering two cups of tea full of spiritual energy, and these two elders with loving faces, after drinking the spiritual tea with a smile on their faces, They looked at each other affectionately, the tenderness when the eyes met was really enviable to others, they couldn't tell that one of them just lost his wife, the other just lost his cousin who took good care of him, and that scene Less than half a month had even passed since the tragedy.

Immediately afterwards, Si Minglang looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He watched his father put down the tea bowl, and said to Mingxi lovingly, "Since I married your mother, you should also take my surname. From now on, you will be called How is Yin Mingxi?" With an excited expression on his face, Mingxi knelt down on the ground again, and knocked his head three times: "Yin Mingxi has seen his father and mother." Seeing this scene, some of the guests applauded for fun, and some joked that they would like more Gifts are given to congratulate the master of the Yin clan for his precious son.

Completely forgot about this sect. A month ago, the master of the sect belonged to a monk named Si Yuting of the Jindan period. This so-called master of Yin sect had only one son under his knees. Si Minglang, surnamed Si.

Si Minglang pulled his mind back from the memory that he didn't know if it was true or not, but he couldn't help but think of Mingxi when his mother brought him back to Shuizemen, when he asked him what his name was, Mingxi avoided answering, it was him His mother, Si Yuna, told Si Minglang that the child's name was Mingxi.

But in private, Ming Xi has solemnly explained to Si Minglang that his name is just a name, and Ming is not his surname.One day, he will let his biological father recognize his existence and give him the surname he deserves.

Si Minglang gritted his teeth silently, if his inexplicable memories were true, then Mingxi really did it in the end.How had he not thought of it sooner?Mingxi's "Ming" is in the same generation as him!

Si Minglang blinked slowly, they were not slow in their movements, and in front of them was the place where people from Shengyue Mountain clashed with Mingxi and the others.