Time was running out, and every passing second made him more worried about his mother's safety. Under such a situation, Ling Xiao had to re-examine the situation at hand and find a more direct and effective solution. Let the seemingly confident person
The help of women has become the most feasible solution at present.
Her existence and her obvious understanding of the chain made Ling Xiao realize that she might hold the key to breaking it.
So, Ling Xiao took action without hesitation, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the woman like a ghost, the speed was staggering.
His gaze was like a torch, locked on the woman, ready to subdue her with lightning speed, and then ask for the solution to the chain. However, the moment he was about to touch her, an unprecedented strange feeling suddenly arose.
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He was surprised to find that the bloodthirsty sword soul in his hand, the magical weapon that had accompanied him on numerous battlefields and drank countless blood, had disappeared without a sound!
Not only that, he tried to mobilize the deep internal power in his body, but found that there was silence in his Dantian, as if all the power had been sealed by a mysterious force, and there was no response at all.
This scene shocked Ling Xiao, and he stopped moving forward, with both surprise and curiosity in his eyes. He looked at everything around him with interest, trying to find out the reason behind this sudden change.
The confident smile on the woman's face was particularly dazzling at this moment, as if she was silently mocking his powerlessness and helplessness. Ling Xiao thought to himself, no wonder this woman can be so calm and calm when facing him. It turns out that she really has extraordinary abilities.
Means that can unknowingly weaken or even deprive the enemy of its power.
"Sacred Pattern Array!" Ling Xiao whispered in his heart, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. This was not just a simple recognition, but also a profound insight into the situation at hand.
He realized that what this woman was performing was an advanced formation constructed using sacred patterns. Its subtlety lay in its ability to create a small independent space that was isolated from the outside world.
In this space, the martial souls, internal strength and other energy that warriors rely on seem to be bound by invisible shackles, making it difficult to mobilize freely, greatly reducing their strength.
Ling Xiao looked around and saw that the surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted with the activation of the holy pattern array, and the light became blurred. Everything seemed so unreal. He knew very well that this level of formation had a profound impact on the realm.
The suppression is particularly obvious.
Although he is in the Hunyuan realm and is considered the best among warriors, he still seems unable to cope with the formations deployed by the strong men in the Wuhun realm. The gap in realm is like a natural chasm, insurmountable. This is limited by the law.
It is also an inevitable challenge on the journey of martial arts practice.
However, Ling Xiao was not discouraged. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both helplessness for the current situation and unyieldingness to the challenge. In his view, although realm is important, it does not determine everything. Especially in the Holy Spirit
In the field of tattooing, Ling Xiao has enough confidence that he will not lose to anyone.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to carefully feel the fluctuations of the holy patterns around him. Each holy pattern was like a tiny note, and they were intertwined to form the melody of this formation.
Ling Xiao relied on his deep understanding of the sacred patterns to try to analyze the relationship between these notes and find flaws in them.
As his perception gradually deepened, the originally seemingly chaotic sacred patterns began to become orderly. He seemed to be able to hear the conversation between them and feel the power and will they contained. At this moment, Ling Xiao
It seems to be integrated with these sacred patterns and become a part of them.
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Finally, he found the key node - a tiny flaw hidden among the many holy patterns. Although this flaw was insignificant, it was enough to become an opportunity to break the formation. Ling Xiao did not hesitate to mobilize his remaining weak power.
, hitting that node accurately.
I saw a slight fluctuation spreading from that node, and then the entire holy pattern formation began to tremble violently, as if a dam was about to collapse. Ling Xiao felt a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart, and he knew that he was about to solve this problem.
His formation.
Seeing Ling Xiao's head lowered, with indescribable complex emotions seeming to condense between his brows, the woman Jiang Xiu's lips curved with pride. There was both confidence in victory and a hint of contempt for Ling Xiao's situation in her smile.
She opened her lips slightly, with a hint of playfulness and showoff in her voice: "Just now, I was really negligent and forgot to introduce myself.
This young lady, Jiang Xiu, is a shining pearl of the Jiang family. Especially in the way of sacred patterns, she is a rare genius in the family.
And this formation is the 'soul-locking formation' that I carefully arranged. Its exquisiteness can not only bind a person's martial soul and internal power, but also lock a person's mind. Unless you can use the same superb technique,
The sacred pattern skills can be used to dismantle them one by one, otherwise, any external struggle will be in vain."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xiu couldn't help but flash a hint of pride and pride in her eyes. She knew that her achievements in the field of holy patterns were extremely rare in the entire East China Sea and even the wider world.
She looked around, and the light of the soul-locking array seemed to become more dazzling due to her emotions. Every rune seemed to tell her extraordinary and excellence.
However, this confidence and pride is also mixed with a subtle hint of contempt and disdain.
She looked at Ling Xiao and thought to herself: What can this boy do from the far north? Even if he dabbles in sacred patterns, what level can he reach? With her, who is praised by the East China Sea,
Comparing the existence of "sacred pattern genius", isn't it like the difference between the light of a firefly and the brightness of the bright moon?
"Hmph, do you think you can make waves in this soul-locking formation?" Jiang Xiu sneered, and the laughter was full of disdain and contempt for Ling Xiao, "The way of the sacred pattern is broad and profound, and it is not a matter of talent.
It is difficult for those who are outstanding and diligent to find out what they are capable of. And you, a mere boy from Northern Xinjiang, how many accomplishments can you have? It is simply a dream to break through my soul-locking formation!"
Her tone was full of distrust and contempt for Ling Xiao, as if she had foreseen Ling Xiao's ultimate failure and despair.
However, in this contempt, there is also a subtle expectation hidden - she hopes that Ling Xiao can bring her a surprise, even if it is just a trivial resistance, she can find something in the boring waiting.
A touch of fun.
This kind of mentality is somewhat abnormal.
But deep down in her heart, she always believed that she was the undisputed winner in this contest.
However, in the face of Jiang Xiu's sudden attack, Ling Xiao remained surprisingly silent. His calmness and calmness seemed to freeze the air.