Three days later, looking at the huge boulder full of scars in front of him, Ling Xiao slowly sheathed his sword. Since the completion of Thousand Blades, he had continued to use his practice skills. Although he still could not cut the boulder, he was able to carve out a foot above it.
A deep gap.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Xiao put away his sword and walked slowly towards the cave. Mu'er had been sleeping for three days, so Ling Xiao had to keep vigil for her in the evening to prevent the spiritual beasts from attacking.
Walking into the cave and sitting quietly next to Mu'er, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged and began to temper his spiritual power. With Mu'er's destiny fire, Ling Xiao's cultivation speed was not slow, and he has now reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation.
The pinnacle of the realm.
Ling Xiao continuously mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, slowly moving the whole body, passing through the meridians and seven small streams of spiritual power, then absorbing and tempering the spiritual energy all over the body, and returned it to the spiritual veins, and the cycle began again and again.
It's just that Ling Xiao's movement of spiritual power is not so smooth. There are sixty-four spiritual gates in a person's body. He is the key to a person's perception of the spiritual power around the body and the speed of cultivation. Ling Xiao's talent is not excellent, he only opens ten
Five Spiritual Passes.
The spiritual barrier is opened innately. If you want to unblock it the day after tomorrow, the price you pay is also huge. For Ling Xiao now, it is simply impossible to achieve it. For this reason, Ling Xiao is not worried, but works harder and harder.
"If I don't have enough talent, then I can shorten the distance between me and those genius monsters by working hard enough."
Ling Xiao secretly sighed, and immediately put all his spiritual power into the extraction and operation of spiritual power.
One night is fleeting.
Glancing at the blush on the horizon, Ling Xiao jumped out of the cave and came to the boulder. Just as Ling Xiao was preparing to practice swordsmanship, the Evil Dead Son appeared beside Ling Xiao.
"Kid, your first move has now reached the level of Dacheng, and your foundation in swordsmanship has been solid. You can practice the second move of the phantom sword." Xie Shizi said slowly.
Ling Xiao glanced sideways, glanced at the evil dead son, and didn't say anything more. He just put down the Xuan Que and sank his spirit into the sea of consciousness again.
The sea of divine consciousness surged, and the general outline of the second form of the Fantasy Sword Sword Technique had already appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.
The second form of the Fantasy Sword Technique is called Lingtian.
"The sky is like a blazing sun, the lofty clouds turn into heat waves, they gather into a pointed shape, the wind blows away thousands of miles, the sea absorbs the violent waves, and the high sky turns into a god..."
After reciting the formula silently, Ling Xiao was still confused. The difficulty of practicing this style was obviously much higher than the first Thousand Blades style.
When Ling Xiao was at a loss what to do, the figure of the evil dead son appeared in Ling Xiao's mind. He was still so cold and gloomy, holding a slender sharp blade in his old palm.
A brilliant place.
But in the hands of the Evil Dead Son, it seemed to have spirituality, constantly shining with a dazzling sword light.
The Evil Dead Son thrust his sharp blade forward, and the surging sword intent spread out.
The figure of the Evil Dead Son also became illusory at this moment, and the sharp blade in his hand exuded an extremely powerful edge at this moment.
Then these sharp edges slowly converged at the tip, like stars that were constantly flashing in the dark night.
The clothes rose silently, and the evil dead son seemed to be integrated with the sharp blade. The ferocious momentum was pressed down like a huge force. Even the image of the spiritual world was unbearable for Ling Xiao.
Then, the figure of the Evil Dead Son appeared in the air at some unknown time, holding the sharp blade high in his hand, like a dazzling sun, and then suddenly swung a sword from the sky, and the tip of the sword also turned into a shooting star at this moment.
Heading straight towards Ling Xiao.
The speed of this move was extremely fast. Before Ling Xiao could react, Ling Lie's sword had arrived. The sword edge passed by and directly penetrated Ling Xiao's body. However, the dazzling sword edge suddenly scattered at this moment, turning into
Countless twinkling stars violently tore Ling Xiao's figure into pieces.
The scene in his consciousness was interrupted instantly. Ling Xiao was now sweating profusely and panting heavily.
This move was so terrifying that Ling Xiao even felt death approaching when he was copying it.
"How are you? Little devil?" Xie Shizi raised his eyebrows and asked slowly.
"Huh, okay, what a strange feeling... as if the body and spirit are about to be torn apart by the sword, but then swallowed up when they are about to be broken."
Ling Xiao's words made Xie Shizi's deep pupils flash with a strange light.
"Come and try this trick."
Hearing this, Ling Xiao nodded, held his breath and concentrated, gradually slowing down the scene in his consciousness, imitating the movements of the evil dead son and the direction of the sword, and danced Xuan Que lightly.
The sword intent rises one after another, like a surging river, with waves of air swarming in. The black and bright sword edge comes out from the Xuanque sword body, protruding two inches away from the sword steel, and countless branches and leaves dance in the air.
Continuing to mobilize his spiritual power, the raging sword power strengthened again, rising from all around.
With a flash of thought, the originally powerful sword blades were directly pinched together, and they all gathered on Xuan Que. Ling Xiao's aura also increased sharply in an instant, and a deep black light that had never been seen before appeared on Xuan Que.
The darkness was as dark as ink, covering the entire three feet of Ling Xiao's body.
At this moment, Ling Xiao jumped up into the air, flying two feet into the air. The black light on his side followed him like a shadow, flying straight into the air and hovering beside Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao opened his eyes, and Xuan Que suddenly thrust out!
Scared!
The black sword light streaked through the air, heading straight for the boulder at an unparalleled speed.
A moment passed, and the dark sword light brought with it a monstrous sword power, like a black star in the daytime, suddenly exploding on the boulder.
boom!
The sword blade raged, the boulder was knocked back half a foot, and countless cracks were cut from the top.
Ling Xiao fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. He looked at the remaining power of this move in a daze, still unable to believe that it was only his first time to use it, and he had such power!
"Well, that's right. The aura is stable, the sword is sharp, and your understanding and mental strength are really strong." The evil dead son kept nodding.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao curled his lips slightly and scratched the tip of his nose with satisfaction. Since he understood the sea of divine consciousness, both his understanding and practice have improved tremendously.
Now, with a solid foundation in swordsmanship, Ling Xiao is also able to acquire martial arts with ease. With Xie Shizi's approval, Ling Xiao once again holds the Xuan Que and continues to practice the second form of the phantom sword.
Until Ling Xiao ran out of energy and it was already noon, Mu'er appeared leisurely behind him. Ling Xiao was overjoyed and stood up in a hurry.
But as soon as she walked in front of Mu'er, the beauty fell limply on her shoulders.
"Hungry……"
The weak word made Ling Xiao burst into laughter. He never expected that the sometimes charming and sometimes playful little witch would have such a side.
Ling Xiao helped her to a tree and hurriedly lit a fire. The two of them were hunting in Japan and preparing food. There would be a lot of leftovers, and these things were saved by them. At this time, it was Ling Xiao who
When showing off your skills.
After a while, a piece of animal meat the size of a palm was roasted by Ling Xiao. Mu'er looked pale beside him and stared at the food in Ling Xiao's hand with a pair of starry eyes.
She looked a little frightened, and Ling Xiao did not dare to tease her, so he could only pass the roasted meat in his hand to Mu'er's mouth. After a while, Mu'er swallowed all the roasted meat regardless of his attitude.
Ling Xiao had no choice but to continue serving him, but his skewering speed was not as fast as Mu'er could eat. In a fit of anger, Ling Xiao took out Xuan Que, skewered the huge beast meat, and grilled it on the fire.
Seeing this, Xie Shizi also cursed loudly. He was heartbroken that Ling Xiao wasted such a waste of natural resources, but he could only live with his words.
After a while, the dusk faded and night gradually fell. Ling Xiao looked at the bones on the ground and looked at Mu'er who was eating and drinking beside him with a look of shock.
After a while, Mu'er casually threw the fish bones aside and stretched out comfortably.
"Oh, I'm full, I'm full..."
Hearing this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly, yes, you are full. You have eaten our rations for half a month. Tomorrow, I have to hunt again.
"Why, little beggar, you seem to have a problem with me?"
Mu'er looked at Ling Xiao who was stunned at the side, stepped forward suddenly, and flicked him on the head. Mu'er had strong spiritual power and strong hand strength. Even if he deliberately controlled it, Ling Xiao still screamed in pain.
"Hey, why are you so rude! I..."
"How are you?"
"No, I...shut up."
Mu'er waved her jade arm in warning, and Ling Xiao turned his head away hastily, unwilling to confront him, and he kept cursing in his heart.
Isn’t it because my cultivation level is higher than mine now? After I reach the First Realm, I will be very~!@#￥%...
Mu'er curled her lips and turned her head to the side, but was attracted by a faint purple light. Immediately, she slowly stood up and walked forward.
The faint light was not bright, but it kept flickering in the dark night.
Arriving in front of the boulder, Mu'er stretched out his right arm and slowly penetrated into the crack that was several feet deep.
Seeing Mu'er's strange behavior, Ling Xiao frowned and slowly stepped forward. Seeing the solemn look on Mu'er's face, Ling Xiao also noticed something.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Shh, don't talk."
Mu'er interrupted Ling Xiao's words. Her jade hand kept exploring deeply, and she actually touched a warm, crystal smooth touch that surprised Mu'er.
Immediately, she withdrew her hand and looked at Ling Xiao with a serious face.
"Where did this stone come from?" Mu'er asked indifferently, expressionless.
"Uh, this... I said I picked it up, do you believe it?" Ling Xiao had a sneer on his face.
Mu'er stood on the spot, not moving at all, but her jade hands were clenched tightly, and the murderous intention that was not strong but extremely pure appeared again.
Ling Xiao retreated, subconsciously trying to summon Xuan Que, but in the next breath, the killing intent dissipated, Mu'er came to the boulder, and his whole body's spiritual power suddenly exploded.
The small jade hand erupted with astonishing force, making a loud bang, but the boulder did not move at all, not even a crack appeared.
Seeing Mu'er's strange behavior, Ling Xiao was also very surprised. Before he could speak, Mu'er directly grabbed the clothes on Ling Xiao's chest.
"I don't care how you opened this stone. Now, immediately, immediately, blow this stone open for me. After taking out the contents, we will escape from here immediately!" Mu'er was solemn as never before, which made Ling Xiao feel a little uncomfortable.
.
"Here, what happened?" Ling Xiao pushed Mu'er away, with a look of confusion on his face.
"What's wrong? Do you know what is inside this boulder?" Mu'er said sharply.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao discovered that there was a faint purple light on the side of the boulder, flickering faintly in the dark night.