"Ah~ six yuan, you are one yuan more than five yuan~"
Looking at the "Six Yuan Magic" lying quietly on the bookshelf, Zhong Wen didn't know why, but an enchanting melody suddenly sounded in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
There is no doubt that this "Six-Yuan Divine Skill" is his natal skill "Five-Yuan Divine Skill" that was upgraded to the level of a god.
"Xinhua Tibetan Sutra Pavilion" will indeed change its name when upgrading the level of exercises and spiritual skills.
For example, after the bronze-level "Nine Styles of Iron Sword" was upgraded to the Holy Spirit level, it transformed into the unparalleled "Nine Swords of Fairy Spirits".
This kind of name change seems impeccable in terms of power and style.
However, changing the name of "Five Yuan Magic" to "Six Yuan Magic" left Zhong Wen speechless for a while. For the first time, he had deep doubts about the naming ability of the bookshelf.
The moment this technique appeared, waves of warmth surged up in his Dantian and between his brows. His whole body's energy and spirit changed, and even the pain deep in his soul seemed to be slightly relieved.
Before he could fully appreciate the changes brought about by the upgrade of the natal skills, the "Soul Nourishing Sutra" that was originally located at the "Holy Spirit Level" suddenly flashed with golden light and disappeared without a trace.
But in the column of "God Level", there is an extra gleaming book.
Micro! Smile! Heart! Sutra!
Obviously, one of the exercises randomly selected and upgraded by the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" is the "Soul Nourishing Sutra" used to warm and consolidate the soul.
The moment this "Smile Heart Sutra" appeared, Zhong Wen felt that the severe pain that originally came from his soul was greatly relieved. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and he could not control the urge to laugh.
His smile was not because he was in a happy mood, but because he wanted to smile from his soul.
There is no reason, I just want to laugh for no reason.
And at the moment when he laughed, he suddenly discovered to his surprise that the injury to his soul had eased, and even began to heal slowly. Although the recovery speed was not fast, he could already detect it. The progress was touching.
I see!
As long as you smile, you can strengthen your soul!
No wonder it’s called the Smiling Heart Sutra!
God help me!
I'm so sleepy that someone gave me a pillow!
Zhong Wen came to his senses and was immediately filled with joy. He couldn't stop laughing, and the corners of his mouth never relaxed for a moment.
This is not an ordinary smile, but like an elder meeting a beloved junior, full of warmth and kindness.
In other words, it is also commonly known as aunt's smile.
Zhong Wen thought he had a nice smile, but little did he know that in Lin Bei's eyes, this inexplicable and weird smile was creepy and disgusting, making him want to punch him in the face.
Even Yan Xiaoxiao, who was deeply in love with Zhong Wen, felt awkward all over when she saw the smile on his face. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and thighs, and she almost broke up on the spot.
Finally, the next change on the bookshelf made Zhong Wen's face straighten and he temporarily concealed his smile.
Following the exercises, "Xinhua Zangjing Pavilion" began to enhance spiritual skills, and the first spiritual skill selected was actually the "Nine Swords of the Immortal Spirit"!
Yes, it was the "Nine Styles of the Iron Sword" that was once a bronze-level rubbish sword skill and was later selected by "surprise or surprise".
…
On the blood-red sea, there are countless corpses and skeletons floating, the mist is steaming, and everywhere is filled with blood and murder.
Above the head, the scarlet full moon sheds cinnabar-colored light onto the sea, intertwined with the red mist floating on the water. Looking from a distance, it looks like a boundless sea of blood, a terrifying purgatory, which is chilling and terrifying.
In the sky, countless red figures circled and danced, shuttled back and forth, densely packed, and boundless as far as the eye could see.
If you look closely, you will find that these flying creatures are not birds, but strange creatures with sharp fangs, wings on their backs, and extremely ferocious faces.
These monsters fly as fast as lightning, constantly emitting harsh screams from their mouths, and each one exudes an indescribable ferocious aura, as if it is ready to use its well-developed front claws to tear any approaching creature into pieces at any time.
Several monsters accidentally collided with each other while flying, and they started screaming and fighting without hesitation, tearing their companions to pieces without even waiting for the invasion of foreigners.
Such a dangerous environment is definitely not suitable for living.
But right in the middle of this bloody sea, there was a huge black island floating proudly on the water.
The island is surrounded by strange-looking red plants. The terrain gradually rises from the outside to the inside, eventually converging into a majestic mountain range.
Located at the highest point of the mountain is a seven-story pavilion made entirely of metal. It is simple in shape, dark and translucent, tall and majestic, and magnificent.
On the top of the pavilion, there was actually a sword floating in the air.
The sword is completely black in color and has a simple shape. The hilt points upward and slowly rotates clockwise. It releases indescribable terrifying sharpness at every moment, as if it can easily pierce the sky and crush the sea of blood.
If any of these ferocious and violent monsters in the sky came even a little closer, they would be instantly chopped to pieces by the sharp energy emitted by the sword, and they would not even have time to utter a cry.
Therefore, no matter how murderous the outside world is and monsters are everywhere, this seven-story pavilion is still a pure land without any interference.
However, the sharpness of the sword did not cover the entire island.
At this time, at the edge of the black island, Shi Xiaolong drew his sword in his hand and stared nervously at the red monster not far away. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely. It took a lot of effort to stop the trembling on his body.
The red monster didn't look very big from a distance, but now that it was close to him, it was actually more than one foot long. Its wings stretched out could reach up to three feet. Its sharp fangs exuded a faint light, and it released commands all the time.
The terrifying murderous intention that suffocates people.
How to fight this?
Feeling the terrifying aura of the monster in front of him, Shi Xiaolong cried with sadness and could almost conclude that his life had come to an end.
Not to mention the dozens of other monsters around who were also watching with eagerness. The aura of the one in front of him was hundreds of times better than his. The gap between the two was completely incalculable.
The disparity in strength left him with no desire to resist.
"Roar!!!"
The monster let out a roar, flapped its wings violently, and pounced towards him.
I never thought that I would die in such an inexplicable place!
Fortunately, I have no children, and I have no worries at all. If I die, I will die!
It's a pity that the peerless sword skills taught by the master with good intentions will be wasted!
I'm sorry, Master!
Xiaolong can only repay your kindness in the next life!
At this time, he completely gave up hope, and his heart felt peaceful. Only the monster's sharp claws, which were getting closer and closer, reflected a coquettish red light under the full moon.
He slowly closed his eyes, completely relaxed his whole body, and no longer put up a fight.
At this moment, a vision suddenly occurred in his mind.
I saw that the text of the Nine Swords of Immortals, which was taught by Zhong Wen and "understood on his own" by Zhong Wen, was quickly twisted and deformed, and finally formed another completely different swordsmanship article.
A more mysterious and magical swordsmanship.
Tao! Heaven! Nine! Sword!
Shi Xiaolong was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly browsed through this spiritual skill in his mind. He felt that every word was precious, every sentence was mysterious, and every move contained the principles of heaven, the power and the Nine Swords of the Immortal Spirit.
Totally different.
It seemed like an extremely difficult swordsmanship, but for some reason, he understood it in an instant and understood it without any hesitation.
Any new insights?
Master is truly a god!
Just teach me a skill at will, and it will be so profound, profound, and unpredictable!
I can still fight, there is still hope!
Shi Xiaolong only felt that the sword's intention was perfect, and he suddenly became enlightened. His energy was suddenly lifted, the fear in his heart was swept away, and he decisively straightened the sword and stabbed the monster in front of him.
This sword was worthy of being used, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was completely out of control. He rushed towards the sword in his hand as if going crazy. In just one breath, every last drop was squeezed out of him.
However, this sword move was not even completed for one third of the time.
not good!
Although my sword moves are wonderful, my spiritual power is far from enough!
He couldn't even use a single move!
I'm such a piece of shit!
Shi Xiaolong's face turned pale, and when he tried to change his moves, he felt that his body was stiff, his limbs were sore, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. A strong feeling of despair and unwillingness surged into his heart.
Unexpectedly, just feeling a little bit of his move, the monsters around him suddenly looked frightened and screamed, as if they had seen a ghost. Their whole bodies were shivering, and they jumped up in panic, soaring into the sky, not wanting to even think about it for a moment.
Stay by his side.
what happened?
A look of shock flashed in Shi Xiaolong's eyes. He had no idea what was happening. When he was about to look around, he felt a strong sense of tiredness rushing over him. His head felt dizzy, his body went limp, and he "thumped"
He fell to the ground with a sound, no longer conscious.
How did he know that the aura of the sword just now was exactly the same as the mysterious sword suspended in the center of the island.
This aura is undoubtedly the nemesis of the red monster.
"Huh? Where did this little guy come from, and he actually knows the secret skills of my 'Sword Pavilion'?"
Just when Shi Xiaolong was unconscious, a loud voice suddenly floated out from the seven-story pavilion in the center of the island, causing the monsters in the sky to panic and panic, "A mere spiritual master can actually comprehend the divine sword."
Skills, amazing, really amazing!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed across the island and disappeared in an instant.
Shi Xiaolong, who fell to the ground, also disappeared with him.
After a while, the monsters gradually recovered from the chaos and became alive and kicking again.
There is no wind, no waves, no waves in the sea of blood. Under the reflection of the red moon, it reveals a strange beauty.