As if he expected the other party to plan, Lieyang did not show any surprise on his face. He looked at the young man in front of him with a smile. The other party's second Qihai had already awakened and had the minimum requirements for the second time to condense the spirit. Once the spirit is successful, it will not only increase its own combat power, but may also break through the sword spirit in one fell swoop and reach the level of the sword king. The benefits of this depend on the level of the spirit sword he condensed.
"You mean..." Lieyang actually had an answer in his heart.
"Just let's go to Bahuang. Now, there is no better choice." Lin Xi had a certain idea in his heart. At this moment, Lin Xi replied without hesitation. Although Bahuang Sword is just a mysterious spiritual sword, he has followed him to experience many battles and has a little affection for this spiritual sword in his heart, so he does not want to give up this spiritual sword.
And in many previous battles, Lin Xi felt that the Eight Desolate Swords seemed a little unusual. I think there were some unknown characteristics hidden in it. These unknown things will only become clear after the true spiritual condensation is successful.
"Yeah." Lieyang nodded, his eyes flashed slightly. In fact, he didn't know much about this spiritual sword, but he felt very familiar with it. In his memory, it seemed that the words Bahuang also overlapped with it. Therefore, when he was in the Sword Pavilion, Lieyang would speak out and ask the other party to choose the Bahuang Sword. Because he knew that the spiritual sword that could make him have an impression should not be too simple. Lin Xi had to discover the Bahuang Sword himself.
"Everything is mainly cautious. You must know that if you fail, your cultivation will not only not be able to improve, but you will even be at risk of regression. This is a big problem for the situation you are facing now. Even I can't help you." Lieyang pondered slightly and warned the other party that this was not a safe place. Warcraft was rampant, and there was also the tiger and wolf mercenary group eyeing them.
"Of course I know this, but if there is Chixing Tiancao, there is no need to worry too much. After all, the Eight Desert Sword is just a mysterious spiritual sword. This level of spiritual sword should be no big problem for me." Lin Xi nodded in a clear understanding and signaled Lieyang to rest assured.
"Well, I will watch you from the side just in case. Although I can't help you in practice, at a critical moment, I will tell you what to do." Lieyang was still worried and spoke.
"It's OK." Lin Xi nodded and accepted Lieyang's suggestion. Anyway, he was just a sword soul, and nothing happened. If he was by his side, he would be much more at ease.
Without going to wear the clothes that were placed aside, Lin Xi moved his wrist and the Bahuang Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Then he sat cross-legged, placed the spiritual sword in his hand horizontally on his legs, and looked down quietly.
Lin Xi also felt before that without the process of Condensing Spirit, his control over the Eight Desolation Sword was obviously much lower than that of the Lieyang Sword. He could not control it as he pleased. When facing the enemy, he also added many flaws. Thinking to hone his familiarity with it, Lin Xi has rarely used Lieyang.
"But soon, I will be able to truly control you..." Lin Xi gently stroked the spiritual sword in front of him, and said softly to himself. Under the sunlight, the Eight Wilderness Swords flashed with a trace of dark luster, deep and mysterious.
Sitting cross-legged, Lin Xi slowly closed his eyes, and the sword element in his body surged, flowing rapidly in the meridians. Before condensing the spirit, he had to keep himself at the peak.
The time for breathing regulation lasted for a while. Suddenly, Lin Xi's eyes opened, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes. Then, complex handprints formed with both hands, which were the first seal method of the Ningling Jue.
After a moment, Lin Xi's hands stopped and his right hand stretched out, and a complex pattern emerged from his palm. Strictly speaking, this is the first time Lin Xi has truly completed the spiritual condensed process in its entirety!
"Sword Spirit, Li!" His right hand stretched out to the Bahuang Sword in vain, and Lin Xi shouted softly. At this moment, the Bahuang Sword suddenly trembled violently, as if it would break through the air at any time.
Lin Xi looked at the Bahuang Sword calmly, and the movements of his palms were like stone carvings, without moving at all.
After a violent tremor continued for a while, it finally calmed down slowly. Then, a ball of extremely dark light separated from the sword body and gradually printed on Lin Xi's patterned palm.
"Calm!" Seeing this situation, Lin Xi held the palm of his hand, and the light disappeared in his palm. He sank into his body along his right arm, constantly shuttled through his body, rushing around without any scruples, and bursts of pain followed one after another.
As if he had expected this result, Lin Xi's face did not look panic, and the handprints were formed again, but the handprints at this time were completely different from the previous ones.
"The Spirit of Sword, come back!" The handprint paused, and a light shout came out from his mouth again. At this moment, the black light in Lin Xi's body seemed to be pulled by something, galloping towards a certain location. That direction was exactly where the Dantian was.
"Hu..." After completing these things, Lin Xi let out a light breath and his mind sank into the sea of qi. At this time, the separated black light had already hovered in the second sea of qi, swaying around. In the unopened mind, he seemed to be very curious about this strange place.
"I'm afraid those spirit sword souls that have reached the ground level will not be so honestly taken into their bodies by others..." After observing the black light in the sea of qi, Lin Xi also relaxed. Most of the sword souls of the Xuan-level spirit sword are relatively low. Perhaps it is this reason that makes him so easily enter the sword soul into the sea of qi.
Thinking of this, Lin Xi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He thought that the quality of the Eight Desolate Swords should be close to that of the Earth Level. Now it seems that it is just an ordinary Xuan-level Spiritual Sword.
"Don't be careless. Some high-quality spiritual swords that have been eroded or sealed for many years are even inferior to the spiritual intelligence of the sword soul." Lieyang, who had been observing next to him, seemed to guess what the other party was thinking, and spoke.
"You're thinking too much." Lin Xi grinned and ignored the other party's words. He wouldn't think that this situation that was rare in a century would happen to him.
"There will be the most important thing after that..." Putting aside the trace of disappointment in his mind, Lin Xi's attention was concentrated again. No matter what, once the spirit is more powerful, and he doesn't have to force it. Judging from the difficulties he is facing now, these are no longer important.
As soon as his mind moved, a trace of spiritual power emerged in his dantian, entered the second sea of energy, and carefully wrapped around the black light running around.
Perhaps he didn't feel any threat, the black light did not react much, and he was still curiously feeling the energy suddenly appearing around him.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Xi slowly raised his hands, with caution in his eyes. Then, the handprints kept changing. Whether it was successful or not, this was a one-off.
"The Spirit of Sword... Condensation!" Lin Xi's handprint stopped immediately after he spoke out this sentence. At this time, the spiritual power wrapped around it also instantly sank into the black light as the handprint ended!
At this moment, the originally obedient and calm black light suddenly became violent, as if it had been subjected to some serious provocation. The energy hidden inside exploded instantly, and a huge aura that seemed like an ancient emanated emitted without reservation. When Lin Xi did not react, it violently impacted the sea of Qi.
"puff!"
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, Lin Xi's eyes were already filled with a strong sense of horror.
"Damn it! These Eight Desolates are definitely not Xuan-level Spiritual Swords!"