Chapter 567 The soul rises to eight feet nine and another small divine body
On the deck of the Ziqi Yunzhou, Ling Tian walked with his hands behind his back.
The arm recovered quickly, and in a few days, a brand new arm would be able to regenerate. In order not to look scary, Ling Tian's sleeves were very long.
In fact, Ling Tian's most generous collection in Juntian Dojo was actually pills.
In addition to more than twenty pill prescriptions, Ling Tian obtained four kinds of ancient pills from the dojo that were valuable for the Golden Body realm and above.
But whether it is the sixth-grade Purple Pill, the fifth-grade Great Return Pill, or the Yi Jin Pill, or the Feijin Pill, it is enough to bring about earth-shaking changes to the entire Yunzhou martial arts.
Needless to say, the Taichu Martial Spirit, the Heavenly Artifact may dazzle people and create a super strong man. But this elixir can benefit the sect's prosperity for thousands of years.
Especially the Yijindan and Feijindan are enough for Ziyun Sect to add several more dharma forms within a hundred years. And this is enough to affect the entire pattern of Yunzhou Martial Arts.
He will leave Yunzhou soon, and he doesn't know when he will come back.
Maybe, never come back.
The Ziyun Sect is his sect. Before reviving the Ling family, he must build the Ziyun Sect to a position that no one in Yunzhou can challenge. Only then can he rest assured.
In Yunzhou, if the Ziyun Sect wants to stand firm and become a second-class sect, one of the major sects, it must do so.
The key is the Dharma.
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For this, Ling Tian has already made a lot of preparations.
At this time, Qiu Xianji of the Qingyun Sect, already holding the Flying Gold Pill, returned to the Qingyun Sect to practice hard. By then, all kinds of trump cards would be revealed, which would definitely shock the Yunzhou martial arts.
As for Bai Feiyun...
Ling Tian couldn't help but sigh.
There isn't much he can do, he can only do his best.
"Brother Lingtian!"
Ling Tian was meditating while walking slowly, when suddenly a shout woke him up.
Following the sound, they found Ling Xiao'er, Ling Qiu'er, Tan Birou, Mu Tiedan and other juniors from the Ziyun Sect on the string. They looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers under the clouds with surprised expressions, and Mu Tiedan was dancing with joy during the introduction.
With.
And the one who stopped him was Ling Xiaoer, who had changed a lot.
"Sister Xiao'er, come here..."
Regarding Ling Xiao'er's changes, Ling Tian also asked Bai Feiyun, but the latter only said that when Ling Xiao'er activated his martial soul in the blessed land, his soul actually rose eight feet and ninety-nine feet, and the purple air fairy Luan appeared above the white clouds, within a thousand miles,
The birds gather together.
If Bai Feiyun hadn't been prepared after Liu Yiyi, this shocking vision would definitely have shocked the entire Yunzhou, and even the entire Southern Tang Dynasty.
After all, the martial spirit is eight feet and nine feet long, which is the best eighth-grade martial spirit, and Ziqi Xianluan is the daughter of Tianfeng, which is the lowest level of the ninth-grade martial spirit, and is an out-and-out little god!
Such qualifications have never appeared in Yunzhou since the first generation of Yunhou.
Unexpectedly, here, not only Ling Tian would appear in the Ling family, but now another being with such evil qualifications would appear, which made Bai Feiyun sigh.
When Ling Tian learned about it, he couldn't help but marvel.
He has never seen the talents and qualifications under God, Tao, and the Holy Body.
When I saw Ling Xiaoer at this time, I couldn't help but want to take a look.
While the other juniors were chatting, Ling Xiao'er felt happy when she saw that Ling Tian actually let her pass. She stuck out her tongue and hurried over, far from the ethereal feeling that everyone else had before.
"elder brother..."
Ling Xiao'er is very tall and has now become a big girl, of course, in Ling Tian's eyes.
Ling Tian frowned and looked at Ling Xiao'er up and down, and found that his sister could be described as a divine fetus with fairy bones, which was not an exaggeration at all.
He didn't know why he felt this way, he just felt that Ling Xiaoer, who had been reborn and activated the martial soul in his body, was too flawless.
Even the little divine body of eight feet and nine feet seems a little unworthy of his sister, right?
"Stretch out your hand and let me see..." Ling Tian said suddenly.
"oh..."
Ling Xiaoer was a little confused, but still obediently stretched out her bare hands.
A pair of hands as pure as white jade is enough to overwhelm all sentient beings.
But Ling Tian glanced at the back of his hand unintentionally at first, but when he turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank.
In the palm of Ling Xiao'er's right hand, there were several tiny marks, like red needle holes.
Although this mark was inconspicuous, Ling Tian was immediately surprised, because there were seven dots in total, arranged in a shape that was unique to all the stars in this world, the Big Dipper!
The Big Dipper is a constellation that only existed in Lingtian's previous life!
In this life, Ling Tian has looked up at the stars countless times, but the stars here are fundamentally different from those on Earth.
Now, how could he not be surprised when he saw such a familiar constellation totem?
Could this be a coincidence?
Among the seven marks, the one on the head is particularly blood red, and this star is called the Purple Micro Star by earth astronomy.
The person holding the Purple Star in his hand, surrounded by thousands of stars, is the symbol of an emperor!
"Emperor Xiang! Is it possible that in this destiny of heaven, the person who rises to the top of the Ling family should be Ling Xiao'er?"
For a time, Ling Tian's heart was spinning a thousand times and he had a myriad of thoughts.
In this life, he came inexplicably, and it seemed that everything was destined to be disrupted.
"Brother? What's wrong?"
At this time, Ling Xiaoer shouted and woke up Ling Tian.
"Oh, it's okay, let my brother take a pulse for you..."
Ling Tian took a deep breath and cleared all the distracting thoughts from his mind. He reached out and cut Ling Xiaoer's wrist through his clothes.
One hundred thousand sword shadows, unknowingly, went straight towards Ling Xiaoer's Qi Sea.
Ling Xiaoer's Qi sea was as calm as a pure purple lake.
But this lake is huge.
But what surprised Ling Tian was that in the center of the lake, there was a purple foundation rising eighty feet out of the sea, and the purple luan was flying above the lake, elegant and quiet.
This was the first time for Ling Tian to find a platform similar to his own from other people's Qi Sea. However, his was nine-color, while Ling Xiaoer's was single-color and looked smaller.
"Um?"
At this time, Ling Tian let out a light sigh. When the hundred thousand sword shadows were flying towards the purple altar, a sword shadow escaped from Ling Tian's control and fell down, but it happened to be suspended on the purple platform.
On the lake, the Purple Air Immortal Luan seemed to suddenly find some delicious food. It leaned down and rushed down, swallowing the sword shadow directly into its belly.
Then there was a loud cry to the sky, and the lake shook violently.
Ling Tian was surprised when he saw purple halos suddenly glowing from the top of Zi Luan's head.
Amid the purple flowers, on the pedestal, a graceful humanoid figure shone faintly on it. Although the figure was very faint, its momentum was not comparable to that of the previous Zi Luan.
Finally, the Purple Air Immortal Luan recovered as usual and disappeared. It flew back to the pedestal and stood proudly. Above its head, there was a crown feather as bright as a purple gem, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Although it was just a purple feather, Ling Tian vaguely felt that a huge change was brewing.
Sure enough, this 8-foot-9 little divine body is far from worthy of his sister!