Now not only can the eyes not see clearly, but the combination of soul and ear power that I relied on just now is also ineffective.

The only thing left of Jin Ziming is those magical ears.

Closing his eyes completely shut down his vision, his mind wandered, and he simply forgot that he ever had soul power.

Forget all the pain, clear all distracting thoughts, the flesh, blood and bones of this body have disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.

He suddenly returned to the "empty" state that had flashed in the forest. His body was ethereal, with only pure spiritual energy flowing quietly and unimpeded.

His ears heard the woman's strange voice again. He still didn't understand what the other party was saying, but in the silence, he seemed to "see" the woman.

A layer of fog obscured her, and she could only vaguely see her black dress, slender body, an astonishingly white palm, and unimaginably long hair...

In the dark, there seemed to be an inexplicable power rolling in, pouring into his body from his ears, and then filling his whole body.

This level of mana was completely beyond his imagination, and he suddenly felt like his body was about to burst.

And in the next moment, this power also filled Leng Yue, causing its sword energy to surge, and the tough and thick blade began to tremble, as if it wanted to show its fierceness and edge that had been hidden for thousands of years, and restore its former glory.

The sword cultivator opposite felt Jin Ziming's aura becoming stronger, but he didn't care. No matter how strong this little Qi cultivator was, he was still an ant.

He came with a sword, and while he was in the air, more than a dozen sword energy shot out, attacking Jin Ziming along different routes.

Jin Ziming raised his head, but he still didn't open his eyes. Although he knew that his ears were still calling on his soul just now and now, he did not activate his consciousness and listened to the whistling sword energy with only those ears.

He waved Leng Yue, and a ball of black light enveloped him in the blink of an eye.

His knees slightly bent, and then exploded with a bang. His body was ejected from the ground like a cannonball. Along the way, several sword energy pierced the black light group, and disappeared into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Leng Yue struck at the oncoming sword cultivator with an indomitable momentum.

The man was horrified by this overwhelming murderous intent and couldn't help but use his magic power crazily, pouring all his energy into the long sword. He then swung the sword to draw countless large and small circles, hoping to block this unpredictable sword.

The black light flashed past, there was no sound of metal collision, no shouting, nothing, only the dazzling black light streaking across the sky.

With this strike, the foundation-building monk from the Honghai Sect and his long sword were directly turned into ashes, as if he had never appeared in this space.

The black ball of light fell, revealing Jin Ziming's shaky body.

The energy in his body was still surging, but his mind had been completely annihilated, and the vast power that relied on both his ears and his soul suddenly lost its support.

The power rolled away like the ebbing sea water. Jin Ziming could no longer support him and fell straight down. The extremely deep darkness spread and swallowed him completely.

Two days later, the stars were shining brightly in the wilderness and the moon was bright and clear. Jin Ziming finally woke up. He slowly raised his upper body and found that the blood hole in his chest had been blocked by clots of blood.

He took out some herbs from his bag, chewed them first and swallowed them, and then took out the trauma elixir and medicinal powder that he had taken from Hu Lei and the others. He took the former and applied the latter on the horrific wounds.

After finishing the treatment, he took out the water bag with trembling hands and drank some water to finally make his chapped lips feel better.

He began to run the "Blood Refining Body Tempering Technique", cycling from the first level to the third level, again and again, to remove the remaining sword energy in the body, and then began to repair the broken bones and those scary blood holes.

Three days later, he finished meditating and finally stood up.

All the external injuries were scarred, and most of the broken bones were healed. He caught up with the brown horse that could not run far, cut off the rope connecting it to the dead white horse, got on his horse, and rushed towards Zhanxing City.

Jin Ziming was galloping while recalling the terrifying external force.

He had tried it yesterday, and even though he heard the strange woman's voice after falling into trance, he could no longer summon that mysterious power.

Could it be that only in a life-and-death crisis can one connect with that woman and gain that ability?

What level of power is that? It can annihilate all opponents and weapons.

This surprised him. After all, there might be another way to save his life.

But it also frightened him. There is no free gift in this world. After using this inexplicable power once, what price would he have to pay to be even with that woman?

I couldn't figure it out, so I just stopped thinking about it.

After two and a half days of galloping down the mountain, he finally arrived at Zhanxing City.

The city is bustling with commerce and there are many shops on the street, which is very lively.

Jin Ziming didn't want to go sightseeing, so he asked for directions and went to a large store that purchased beast cores. He was going to exchange some silver coins, but the store owner kindly told him that the teleportation formation only accepted spiritual stones.

Jin Ziming didn't understand what spiritual stones were, so he had to exchange 250 first-level beast cores for 1,500 low-level spiritual stones, which really made him feel heartbroken.

He had never seen a spirit stone before, so he looked at it curiously in his hands. It was shiny and he could feel the powerful energy contained in it, but he had no intention of studying it now.

He hurried to the teleportation array, paid the spiritual stones, and was taken into the array.

He found that there were already twelve people sitting inside, including men, women, old and young. The auras of two of them were extremely powerful and their realm could not be judged.

Sitting opposite Jin Ziming was a skinny boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was looking around and saw Jin Ziming alone and with extraordinary bearing, so he gave him a bright smile.

Jin Ziming subconsciously smiled back, but the young man didn't notice and walked over to sit next to him.

The young man cupped his hands and said:

"Brother, you're welcome. My name is Zeng Ze. I come from Zhanxing City. I don't know your surname, brother. Where is your fairyland?"

Jin Ziming was looking for someone to inquire about the situation in Delong City, so he casually replied: "My name is Jin Ziming, and I come from Tongfeng Town in the northwest."

"I went to Derong City this time to take the examination for the entry-level disciples of Long Qing Sect. Isn't Brother Jin also for the same purpose?" Zeng Ze asked tentatively.

"That's a coincidence. I did go to join the cultivation sect, but I don't know which sect to join." Jin Ziming said.

Zeng Ze was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly said:

"Then we have to rely on Brother Jin for help from now on. We brothers should move around more and keep in touch more."

After the two exchanged polite greetings, the more they chatted, the more they became more and more speculative. Only then did Jin Ziming learn that the young man came from a large business family in Zhanxing City.

He has loved practicing since he was a child. His relatives in Derong City helped him register for a third-level sect called Longqing Sect. Now he is going to take the entrance examination.

"Brother Jin, the Long Qing Sect is very powerful and has a good reputation in the cultivation world. Why don't you also apply for the Long Qing Sect?

This way we can take care of each other," Zeng Ze encouraged excitedly.

"I wonder if the registration for the Long Qing Sect has closed?"

"It's okay. Once we arrive in Derong City, I will ask my relatives to inquire. If the deadline is reached, I will ask them to help try to clear it."

"Zeng Ze, it's better to wait until I find out the situation before making a decision. If you need help, I will definitely contact you." Jin Ziming didn't want to be trapped now.

"Okay." Zeng Zewei was a little disappointed, but he immediately wrote him the address of his relative's home and repeatedly told him that no matter which faction he joined, he must contact him.

Jin Ziming saw that this young man was enthusiastic and sincere and did not look like a traitor, so he readily agreed.

Two more people stepped into the teleportation array one after another. The monk in charge of the teleportation activated the magic circle. Jin Ziming felt his soul suddenly shake violently, but he soon recovered as before.

This lasted for a stick of incense, and the formation shook violently again. After making a roar, it finally stopped, and Derong City arrived.

As soon as the teleportation formation came out, someone took Zeng Ze away.

Jin Ziming was walking alone on the street. It was late now, the sun was shining high, but the temperature was not high. The autumn breeze was blowing, and he could still feel a little cool.

As he looked at this strange city, his heart surged, and he began to look forward to the future path of cultivation, with both hope and apprehension.

At this time, Jin Ziming was nearly nineteen years old, and he was taller than a year ago. Years of living in the wild gave him a healthy wheat color, and his whole body was full of masculinity.

His broad shoulders, powerful back and limbs that are obviously beyond ordinary people make people feel brave and invincible, and his piercing eyes and calm and restrained temperament make him appear mature and capable.

After Jin Ziming found a small inn to stay, he found out that the largest shop in the city that sold and purchased monks' items was called Qingfeng Pavilion, so he went straight there.

Qingfeng Pavilion is located in the east of the city. It is a vermilion spire all-wood building with four floors. There is a pair of huge stone braves lying at the door.

When Jin Ziming came to the first floor, he saw beast cores, elixirs, weapons, exercises and rare treasures everywhere, and some customers were selecting them.

A young woman in a red dress greeted her warmly and asked with a smile:

"Hello, young master! My name is Hongling, what do you need?"

"I want to sell the animal core and get some information."

"Oh, sir, please wait a moment."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the third floor. After a while, she came down with an old man in green robe.

The white-bearded old man was extremely energetic. He strode over and said to Jin Ziming without waiting for Hongling's introduction:

"Sir, I am the deputy manager here, my surname is Chen. I heard from Hongling that you want to sell some animal cores. Can you show them to me?"

Jin Ziming took out two ordinary second-level beast cores and all first-level beast cores that he had already counted, and spread them on the counter next to him.


Chapter completed!