After the demon king failed to beg for death

The wind whistled past his ears, and the weightlessness of his body falling from a high altitude made him shrink his pupils uncontrollably.

Could this bottomless valley be the one where Xiao Xiangyang's unlucky boy fell, no wonder it took two days to climb up.

Fu Ling thought so, and then his ankle was hooked by the vines, and he hung upside down on the mountain wall.

When he hit the cliff, he felt that his internal organs were about to be destroyed, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

These vines grow all over the mountain wall, and vary in length, making it easy to climb up.

Fu Ling slowed down while hanging upside down, his ankle had been cut by vines.

He exhaled a few breaths, stretched out his hand and grabbed the vine beside him, drew out the dagger and bent down to cut off the part of his foot, and clung to the cliff at an extremely fast speed.

He looked up at the top, and the double-headed snake was still looking inside, but he didn't know why it didn't come down.

If he just chased him down like this, he wouldn't even have a place to escape.

Fu Ling looked at the valley at the bottom of his feet, but after hesitating for two or three seconds, he crawled to the bottom of the valley.

There must be treasures in places guarded by alien beasts, and there might be some treasures in this valley.

As the saying goes, it’s all here, so it’s better to go down and have a look.

By the time Fu Ling climbed down the valley, the sky had gradually darkened.

In the process of climbing, his hands and feet were cut by vines, and his hands were covered with tiny wounds.

This kind of injury does not look big, but because of the special reason of pain, it is very uncomfortable.

As soon as he landed, Fu Ling took out the unused bottle of medicine powder and applied medicine to himself.

The bruises on the back can heal quickly, not to mention such small scratches.

After a while, the wound healed.

If others knew that Fu Ling used such expensive medicine to treat such a small injury, they would probably condemn him for reckless waste.

After sitting quietly for a while and recovering some strength, he began to look at the valley.

The bottom of this valley is not big, and it took about an hour to walk down in a circle. In addition to vines, there are also a lot of weeds and other plants growing on the surrounding mountain walls.

There are some low trees at the bottom of the valley, and there is a not very deep stream beside the trees.

According to Xiao Xiangyang, spiritual power has no effect here.

He has no cultivation base and cannot use spiritual power. For him, there is no big difference between being here or outside.

The only thing that worries him is that he hasn't eaten yet, and his stomach is empty.

It doesn't look like there are any animals like wild wolves in this valley.

Fu Ling searched around along the cliff, and finally found an unremarkable fruit tree.

The root of this fruit tree is in a crevice of the cliff, and the branches protrude out. Three bright red and large fruits hang on the branches, hidden among the leaves, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Fu Ling took advantage of the vines on the side and climbed up the tree in two or three strokes.

He carefully hooked the branches, climbed to the top of the tree, and picked all the three fruits.

He took the fruit to the stream to wash, and while washing, complained, this tree is also strange, it only bears such a few fruits.

Could it be that Xiao Xiangyang was eaten by that bastard?

After Fu Ling washed it clean, he wiped off the water and brought it to his mouth to take a bite.

The fruit tastes sweet and juicy, very quenching thirst.

His eyes lit up, and he finished the fruit in two or three mouthfuls.

The stomach that has not eaten or watered for a long time has a fruit base, and it is also much more comfortable.

Fu Ling looked at the remaining two, hesitated for a moment, put them in his clothes without eating.

I don't know how many days I will stay in this valley, and I can't eat all the food at once.

The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature at the bottom of the valley was relatively low. With only such a black robe on Fu Ling's body, it was still a little cold.

He found some withered vines, piled them together, and lit them with the torch that he always carried with him.

The fire was lit under the fruit tree, because there happened to be a space the size of a person on the cliff, where he could lean in for the night.

With the baking of the fire, the whole person is warmed up.

Fu Ling folded his arms, leaned against the cliff, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

He needs to raise his spirits enough to deal with any emergencies he will encounter tomorrow.

He now understands where the pity Song Yankai looked at him came from. It is not easy for a person with low or no cultivation to survive in this small secret realm.

Just like him, if he hadn't met Ling Chen, he might have died among the wolves that night.

However, before he fell asleep, an indescribable hotness began to surge up from his heart. This hotness was like a raging fire, which instantly ignited his internal organs.

Fu Ling opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but the sweat flowed to his neck and was evaporated dry by his hot body.

that fruit...

It is not unreasonable not to pick wild flowers on the roadside and not to eat wild fruits on the roadside.

Fu Ling thought about it as if he was having fun in pain.

But soon, he couldn't think of it.

After the scorching heat passed, a cold air swept over his whole body again. Fu Ling, who just wanted to strip off his clothes, curled up again, wrapping himself tightly into a ball.

The teeth were chattering with cold, the hair and eyelashes were covered with frost, and the skin was red and red.

The alternating hot and cold torture made Fu Ling feel that his soul was being torn apart, and he, who had always been able to bear it, couldn't help but let out a few slight groans.

His body was alternately hot and cold. One moment he was still struggling in the fire pit, and the next moment he was pushed into the ice cave.

Until later, the alternation time became shorter and shorter, and the frequency became faster and faster.

Fu Ling bit her lower lip so hard that she almost lost consciousness.

In his blurred vision, he seemed to see a pair of black boots approaching gradually.

However, he couldn't move at all.

Is this going to be killed?

Fu Ling thought so, to divert the pain on his body.

It might be more comfortable to die.

The pair of black boots stopped in front of him, but the man didn't make a move, but turned around and sat beside Fu Ling.

Because of the constant struggle, the two fruits hidden in his arms just fell out.

The man stretched out his hand and picked up the fruit.

From Fu Ling's line of sight, in the faint light of the fire, a white and strong arm was holding the fruit.

"It turned out to be a soul-piercing fruit. How could such a legendary thing be here?"

Some familiar voices sounded softly, and there was a hint of shock in the words.

Fu Ling no longer had the energy to distinguish the emotions in the words, his attention was all attracted by Chuan Hun Guo.

He has seen this kind of fruit in the book, but because the recorded words are unclear and there are no pictures, so he doesn't know what it looks like.

The name of the soul-piercing fruit sounds like a soul-piercing fruit, but in fact it is a rare treasure that cannot be found.

If the marrow washing liquid is an artificial elixir that can purify the spiritual root, then the soul-piercing fruit is a naturally grown treasure for refining and quenching the spiritual root.

It can not only cleanse all the miscellaneous spiritual roots on the body, leaving the most suitable one, but also temper the spiritual roots to become the best heavenly spiritual roots.

For any cultivator, this is a treasure, hard to find, priceless.

However, although the effect of this fruit is unique and desirable, the process of marrow washing and purification is unbearable for ordinary people.

The reason why it is called the soul-piercing fruit is because the process of washing the spiritual root is like thousands of sharp swords passing through the soul, making life worse than death, and wishing to die, it is much more overbearing than the marrow washing liquid.

Fu Ling recalled the introduction he had read, and felt even more panicked in his heart.

This meeting is no longer in a volcano, but like being thrown into magma.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to open the clothes on his chest.

While the body was being roasted by the fire, all internal organs felt like being pricked by needles, which was painful.

For a person like Fu Ling who feels abnormal pain, this tempering process is tantamount to a slow delay.

Surrounded by pain, Fu Ling couldn't see his current appearance. A lot of greasy dirt had appeared on his fair face, from his neck to his chest.

The body hidden under the clothes also began to transform under the effect of the soul-piercing fruit, and the skin became fairer and smoother.

The man in black looked at Fu Ling, who was suffering with his eyes closed, and frowned slightly.

The small secret realm is so big, why did I meet him again.

The one-night torment was like the harshest criminal law in the world. His flesh was cut open one by one, and his blood was drained. After being fried in an oil pan, he put it in the ice cellar to refrigerate.

When Fu Ling opened his eyes, the sky was already dark.

His lower lip was bitten to pieces by himself, his mouth was full of bloody smell, and there was an indescribable sour smell coming from his body.

The fire had already been extinguished, but Fu Ling, who had been fried and frozen, no longer cared whether it was cold or not.

It was the luckiest thing to wake up and find that I was still alive.

"You actually made it through, it seems that I really underestimated you."

A man's voice came from the side.

Fu Ling sat up, and he found strangely that although he had been tortured all night, his spirit was different from before, and he didn't even feel weak.

This soul piercing fruit is indeed a treasure.

He looked at the expressionless Ling Chen who was sitting beside him, and sighed, "We two were enemies in the previous life, right?"

After all, the road to enemies is narrow, and you can meet them anywhere.

Ling Chen's complexion looked very dark, like the bottom of a pot, he didn't know what he was angry about.

He said angrily: "Go and look in the mirror first to see what you look like before you speak."

Without his reminding, Fu Ling also guessed what he looked like.

This soul-piercing fruit not only tempered his spiritual root, but also expelled all the impurities in his body.

You must know that in the previous life, when you first stepped into the cultivation world, when you refined your Qi and entered the Tao, you only got rid of the impurities in this body.

Fu Ling stood up, walked quickly to the side of the stream, looked at the stream, and was horrified by his own appearance.

He glanced at Ling Chen who was still under the tree in the distance and didn't know why he was sullen, took off his clothes in twos and jumped into the stream.

The creek was very clear and clean, and not deep, it only reached his waist.

Fu Ling simply squatted in the stream, cleaned himself up as quickly as possible, and even washed his clothes by the way.

It's just that he didn't have a change of clothes, and he finally went ashore in this wet black robe, ready to light a fire and roast again.

When he walked to Ling Chen's side, he saw that he was holding the two soul-piercing fruits in his hand and looking at them.

Fu Ling wondered, "How did you recognize this fruit?"

After all, it looks like an ordinary fruit, bright red, plump, and sweet in taste.

If he hadn't experienced the process of washing the marrow and tempering himself, he probably wouldn't have believed that such an inconspicuous fruit was the legendary Soul Piercing Fruit.

Ling Chen looked at Fu Ling with a stupid look: "I just know."

Fu Ling was in a good mood. After going out from here, he could practice, and he was no longer a waste, that is to say, he could live longer.

He understood the meaning expressed in Ling Chen's eyes at a glance.

Fu Ling leaned over with a bit of embarrassment: "Why are you looking at me like this, you can't use your spiritual power at the bottom of this valley, why don't we think about how we can go out together, after all, there is a two-headed python watching outside. "

After hearing this, Ling Chen's face became even darker.

Why can't spiritual power be used here? ? ?

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: I may be a European emperor, I can always save the day and meet treasures.

Ling Chen: Heh!

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