C103 (2/2)

”Damn it, what rule is this?” Ling Feng cursed in his heart.

”What should we do?” Xu Jingying asked with a blush.

Ling Feng thought for a moment: ”The Blood Moon trio are eyeing us covetously. If we were to go out like this and fight against two or three of them, we would have no chance at all, so we can only fight. As long as you are willing, I am willing as well.”

After a moment, Xu Ying Jing felt as if all the blood in her body was boiling, she looked at Ling Feng lovingly, gently took off her clothes and closed her eyes.

In the pavilion, the two people tightly embraced each other and their hearts merged together. From the moment she appeared in Ling Feng's mind, to the moment they met again, they had experienced far too many things together.

”From now on, you and I will never be separated from each other.” Ling Feng tidied up his messy clothes, looked at Xu Jingying who was in a meditative state and sweet whispered.

When he was helping Xu Yingjing absorb the blood essence just now, he felt a special energy entering his body. At this moment, Ling Feng felt that his body was also very restless, waves after waves of energy was surging in his body.

Ling Feng did not dare to neglect it at all, he also sat beside Xu Jingying with his eyes closed and meditated, absorbing the energy.

After an unknown period of time, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the rock beneath him actually exploded with a bang.

”dissolving force realm.”

Ling Feng didn't think that his cultivation, which had been restrained for almost three years, would actually break through under such a lucky coincidence.

It had to be known that the breakthrough to the dissolving force was a qualitative breakthrough, and there were many experts who were unable to reach the level of dissolving force in their entire lives, and stepping into the dissolving force meant that their cultivation had already reached the peak of the martial artists, and could even rush into the top 100 ranks.

Clenching his fists tightly, a hidden force surged inside his body, causing Ling Feng to suddenly punch out at the air.

If it was said that Ling Feng could only run when facing the three of them, he could confidently fight one against three now.

At this moment, Xu Jingying was still in his meditative state, so Ling Feng stood up and observed the surrounding walls carefully.

On the wall was a lifelike mural, and Ling Feng was quickly captivated by the mural's contents.

This was a painting from the ancient times. A young man in the painting was holding a long sword and practicing his sword beneath a pine tree. His appearance was elegant and handsome, Ling Feng didn't know why but he felt this kind of familiar feeling when he looked at the young man in the painting.

This mural should be depicting the life of the ancient ruins' owner. Some brandished their swords and danced alone, some drank with beauties, some battled with people, and there were also many other outstanding individuals.

He waved his hand and almost a hundred diagrams, and in the end, the young man became an old man with white hair. He sat on the high platform and gave a sermon to the disciples, and behind him stood eight young men.

Ling Feng looked at the ancient martial arts expert in the painting and sighed in his heart. His life seemed long, but in reality, it was just a dream.

Suddenly, Ling Feng's gaze focused slightly, because he saw that among the eight disciples, there was a young man standing in the first position with a ”Ling” carved into the jade pendant at the waist of his waist.

Was it a coincidence or was this ancestor our Ling Family's ancestor? Ling Feng pondered for a moment before arriving at the eighth floor's entrance.

As the blood flowed in, the mechanism slowly turned.

”Da Da Da”

Ling Feng nervously looked at the stone door. Suddenly, a crack appeared on the stone door.

”Creak!” The stone door slowly opened.

Ling Feng, with a trace of shock in his heart, slowly walked into the eighth floor of the pavilion.

Compared to the other floors, the eighth floor was a lot more simple and crude. There was only a giant stone monument in the middle of the building.

Ling Feng quickly walked in front of the stone tablet, and only saw the words written on the stone tablet. The meaning behind it roughly meant: The divine arts are divided into three parts, the upper part is the first part of the Dragon's Cry, and those who are fated will be able to learn it. The middle part requires one to reach large success in refining before being able to learn the middle part.

”Three days. Ling Feng was shocked as he looked at the calendar on his watch. Today, he had already entered the secret realm for two days, which meant that he still had a day to digest the contents of the first part of the Dragon's Cry on the wall. According to the stone tablet, the contents of the first part of the Dragon's Cry on the wall could only be remembered by himself, they cannot be copied.”

Ling Feng tried to use the recording device to copy the content, but it ended in failure. Maybe the first part of his memory was also a test by his ancestors.

Since he couldn't speculate, Ling Feng could only sit down and memorize the contents on the wall.

After a day and night, Ling Feng sat in front of the stone wall without moving, trying his best to engrave the contents of the first part into his mind. Fortunately, Ling Feng had photographic memory, so although the amount of information required was huge, he still memorized everything.

Finally, Ling Feng heaved a long sigh of relief. He had already memorized all of the content on the wall.

Seeing that there were only two more hours before the secret realm would be closed, Ling Feng stood up and walked to the middle section's location. To open the middle section, one had to strike the stone with their palm, in order to open the middle section's stone door. Ling Feng tried to open the stone door but the tattoo on the door did not move, but he could not help but stare at the palm print on the stone door.

Beside his handprint, there was another vaguely visible handprint. He was not the only one who had entered the eighth level of the secret realm.