Chapter 4400 Perfect Soul

Ling Han suddenly discovered that his willpower had improved significantly during the two days he was here.

Spirit is difficult to cultivate. Even if there is a corresponding exercise, the power of heaven and earth can only be turned into secret power, and it is impossible to improve spiritual power. Therefore, it can only rely on oneself to grind it bit by bit and slowly improve it.

But here, those heads were constantly tempting, and in the process of confrontation, his willpower was also extremely tempered, and the progress was very obvious.

"If it is said that my will was made of mud before, now it is baked and turned into bricks, which is obviously stronger."

Ling Han is very happy, this kind of improvement is not a quantitative increase, but a qualitative change.

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

"I have never believed that a road can determine a person's fate."

"Even if I am not the first to walk the imperial road, or even the thousandth or 10,000th to go out, as long as I gain something, I will live up to the trip."

"Being strong is the way to be the strongest."

"It won't decide my fate!"

Ling Han continued to sit cross-legged, ignoring the first few things to finish the emperor's road.

What's the point of rushing through, he becomes strong on this road, that's the kingly way.

The head kept making tempting sounds, and Ling Han resisted it with all his strength. In such a contest, he continued to sharpen his will, and his mental power became more and more tenacious.

From mud to brick, from brick to stone, from stone to iron, from iron... sharpened and sharpened, it can cut the world.

By this time, those heads stopped making noises, and stopped staring at him, all of them closed their eyes, as if they had lost interest in him all of a sudden.

Hey, go on!

Ling Han looked at the tree and started provocatively: "Hey, hey, don't you sleep, you're too embarrassed to sleep so ugly?"

If this is to be replaced by a normal person, it is estimated that if you don't scold him, at least you have to give him a blank eye, right?

But these heads are not real creatures. They have no emotions such as joy, anger, sadness, and joy. They all seem to be dead, and they completely ignore him.

Ling Han provoked for a while, but with his ability to hurt others, he couldn't anger these heads at all, which made him deeply frustrated.

"The skill is still not at home, if it is the old black..."

Unfortunately, the big black dog is not there.

Ling Han shook his head, reached out and grabbed a falling leaf, strode, and came to the river.

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

Logically speaking, with his cultivation base, his body can be completely light as a feather and completely weightless, but when he stepped on a leaf, the leaf suddenly sank, and the river water immediately reached Ling Han's ankle. place.

Fortunately, no further up.

The problem is that the river is rolling and rushing down with Ling Han, but there is no sign of crossing at all.

Ling Han thought of leaving a message on the stone tablet, and he must be motivated by faith.

He immediately raised his will and pushed the leaves across.

His will is inherently tyrannical, and he has been tempering his will in the past few days, reaching an amazing strength, even in this strange river, it has played a role, pushing the leaves to start crossing.

All around, when the faces of the people were washed over by the river, they couldn't get rid of them. They all stared at Ling Han with resentful eyes, as if to say, why don't you need to be dragged into the river? Stop the torture?

They want to drag Ling Han into the water, but the leaves of immortality exude a faint light. These lights have a strong deterrent effect on human faces, making them not dare to take a step.

Ling Han firmly believed, ignored these faces, and did not think about it at all. If the "boat" overturned,

Will I be torn to shreds by these faces?

He only had one thought, and that was to cross the river.

His journey is a river of stars, how can a man who is going to become an emperor in the future end up here?

The river was turbulent and grimace whistled, but Ling Han ignored it completely. In the past few days of tempering his will, he seemed to have gained a new life.

Near, near, the other side is in front of you.

At this time, Ling Han's body suddenly had a faint light.

Ling Han has a feeling that his body seems to be undergoing earth-shaking changes. Even though his cultivation has not improved at all, he seems to be reborn, and the world seems to have changed its color.

He saw the rules of the heavens and the earth, manifested in front of his eyes, as if he could run one or even several rules at will, or turn them into an indestructible spear, or an incomparably strong shield as long as he stretched out his hand.

"what?"

He felt a little itchy on his face, and when he wiped it, he actually rubbed a layer of old skin!

At the same time, he also felt that his bones were itchy, and bone chips were expelled from the pores of his skin.

God, he is really reborn!

Ling Han was shocked. He cultivated every realm to perfection, and even broke the limit again and again. In addition, he practiced the Heavenly Dragon Emperor Art. No matter which realm he was in, he should be perfect.

However, he was still able to be reborn and evolved to be more perfect.

This!

Ling Han understood that this was a qualitative change at the spiritual level. The spiritual perfection affected the physical body and made him even more perfect.

The other shore, Huanyang, the second world.

Ling Han suddenly realized that after the ghost crossed this river, he would be able to obtain the body of flesh and blood and start the second world, but he didn't die, so naturally he couldn't start the second world, so he just made the soul body tend to be perfect.

He couldn't help grinning, this road is indeed dangerous, but the opportunities are also amazing, otherwise, what kind of medicine does he need to cultivate his soul body so perfectly?

The other side has arrived.

Ling Han jumped and landed on the river bank. Looking back, those faces showed unwillingness, as if they were about to rush out of the river and drag Ling Han back.

But they were completely unable to get rid of the shackles of the river, and in the sound of the surging waves, they were mercilessly rushed downstream.

Ling Han retracted his gaze. There was a plain in front of him. There were a large number of people running and dancing, but no one gave him a second look.

Hey, why are you not surprised?

Wait, what about the sound of the river?

Ling Han was surprised, he turned around again, this time, he was shocked.

Where did the river come from?

There is also a plain behind him. Where is the river?

No wonder no one cares about him. Although he appeared out of thin air, there are too many people here, and everyone is rushing forward. Who cares about him?

Well, no one cares, no one cares, he doesn't care anyway.

Ling Han followed the crowd and took a look at everyone's cultivation base and aptitude. He was sure that the people who came in now were not as good as Daoist.

Obviously, after the emperor and the Daozi had finished walking, it was their turn to get these people.

Ling Han has changed his appearance. In fact, his soul has undergone perfect evolution. Even if it does not change, few people will be able to recognize him.

Soon, a canyon appeared in front, and in the canyon, huge axes slashed horizontally, covering the entire canyon.