After fully recovering his self-cultivation, Lin Zixuan felt that his body was full of strength, and the pure spiritual power swallowed up by the spiritual spell from all directions was fed back to him without reservation, allowing him to break through again and enter the middle stage of the eighth level of the Blood Spirit Realm.
At this moment, Lin Zixuan felt stronger than ever before. The barrier was like a watershed. If the seventh level of the Blood Spirit Realm were compared to a baby, then he would now be an indomitable adult man.
The red-haired young man was full of energy, looking high and walking. The bright starlight reflected from the galaxy, intertwining into an illusory portal in front of him. His figure flashed into it and disappeared.
At the same time, the gray-robed old man in the closed space had extremely vicious eyes, like a biting snake and scorpion, extremely cold.
"Damn it, you destroyed all the Origin Dao Swords that I have nurtured for thousands of years. I swear that I will never fight with you!!" The old man cursed fiercely.
"Then what are you going to do? Do you want me to apologize to you?" The voice was very abrupt, echoing faintly in the old man's ears, making him tremble and feel uneasy.
But soon the panic dissipated, and was replaced by a calm and aloof style that remained unmoving even if the sky fell and the earth fell upon me. "What kind of ability do you have to hide and hide, nameless rats? They are all enlightened Taoists. Could it be that they are all enlightened friends?"
Are you naturally good at doing shameful things?" The old man in gray robe said sarcastically, and at the same time he was a little frightened, fearing that he would sneak up from behind.
"Really? Do you think I can't see through your little tricks?" A huge crack was suddenly torn around the gray-robed old man, and the red-haired young man stepped out of it. The terrifying aura flowed and covered it, making it
This space was dull and oppressive, and the spiritual energy suddenly solidified and became motionless.
The gray-robed old man's pupils shrank suddenly. The seal that had trapped him for nearly a thousand years was actually broken. How could he not be shocked?
"Then...that was the Ten Thousand Sources Array set up by the Phantom Lord himself. How did you break it?" His voice was trembling, and at the same time there was strong excitement. It was the longing for the outside world after enduring a thousand years of loneliness.
The old man's eyes were so intense that he even ignored the existence of the red-haired young man. He stood up from the ground, his body like a rainbow, and rushed straight into the gap behind him.
"Want to leave? I don't want to." The red-haired young man pointed, causing the crack in the void to close instantly and remain intact, as if it had never appeared.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by this?" Changhong followed. Under the release of thousands of rays of sword energy, the old man's figure condensed into the center of the sword storm again. The terrifying sword energy ravaged the space, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"Who is your fellow Taoist? A shameless person like you makes me feel sick even when you speak." The red-haired young man showed contempt in his eyes, which was the look of the master looking at the slave.
The gray-robed old man's face turned livid, and a small purple sword appeared in his hand. He spat out nine mouthfuls of blood in succession. The small sword soaked in blood became extremely weird, and dark red veins appeared out of thin air on the sword.
Like rapidly growing hair, it covered every part of the sword body.
The little purple sword clanked, emitting a terrifying edge from its body, seemingly indestructible and capable of breaking through all defenses in the world.
The gray-robed old man's eyes narrowed. How could an old monster like him, who had lived for thousands of years, have no trump card or back-up plan? Moreover, thousands of years of experience had made him cunning and cunning.
trap and induce it to fall into the pit.
This timing, this position, is the best distance after careful consideration and countless conversions in his mind. Even in this position, even if the opponent is one level higher than him, he cannot avoid it.
The sword came out, and a cold light flashed through the void, breaking through all the resistance, and landed on the red-haired young man's eyebrows.
At this moment, even he felt moved. A trace of solemnity appeared on his arrogant face, in which he was the only one in the world.
But it soon passed, and I saw him clasping his five fingers together into a palm, and waved forward. Under that wave, there was no wind, no power, and not even a wisp of spiritual energy fluttered. However, it made the old man in gray robe terrified, as if
Death is coming.
The suspended purple sword trembled, but never struck, as if it had encountered unpredictable resistance. What was even more bizarre was that a dazzling white light emerged from the sword. Under the bright light, the small sword
It actually flew back to the old man according to its previous trajectory.
"Time retroactive fluctuation?! This is the law of time!!" The gray-robed old man's breathing became rapid, and his eyes suddenly solidified.
The red-haired young man smiled evilly, and then his figure flashed, and then appeared in front of the old man. He pointed at the center of his eyebrows, causing a drop of blood to overflow from the center of his eyebrows, and then turned into a bright red mandala.
Flower imprint.
The old man's eyes became dull and his body moved like a marionette. If he knew that he had offended a monk who possessed both the principles of space and time, he would keep laughing at how stupid he was!
At the same time, at the moment when the old man in gray robe was controlled, the sword cultivator sitting on the nine stone platforms outside suddenly opened his eyes, his face was gloomy and uncertain. His cultivation was forcibly interrupted, which would also have some impact on his foundation.
But Lin Yige, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle, didn't feel this way. He took a breath and his face became smoother and improved. This was a feeling of happiness that he had survived a disaster.
In Lin Zixuan's sea of consciousness, the old man and the big-headed baby started another endless dispute, but in the end they always ended in the old man's compromise, and this time was no exception.
"Old man, please open your eyes wide and see if what I said is wrong!" The big-headed baby snorted, very unconvinced.
Lin Zixuan seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He turned his face to one side. On the other side of the starry sky, there was a light and shadow coming quickly. He took a clear look, and then his expression changed slightly.
This change was not due to the return of the red-haired young man, but to the old man in gray robe behind him who exuded overwhelming sword power. After thinking about it for a while, he guessed the identity of that man and his terrifying swordsmanship. In this Ten Thousand Source Sword
There is only one sage of swordsmanship in the mountain!
The red-haired young man looked at Lin Zixuan, who also looked at him.
"I am true to my word. I promise you that nothing will be missing." The red-haired young man's voice was calm. Immediately, his face showed majesty, "Sword slave."
The old man in gray robe cupped his hands forward, bowed his head, and waited for his next order.
"Pass your sword skills to him!"
A trace of hesitation appeared in the eyes of the old man in gray robe, and then disappeared. Then, he looked at Lin Zixuan's delicate face and was filled with emotion. The boy who had originally taken over his body had really become his successor.
On the other side, the big-headed baby raised his lips, seemed a little proud, and said with a smile: "Old man, what I said is right!"
"Release your sword spirit, and I will imprint a lifetime of magical insights on you!" The old man in gray robe said lightly, feeling extremely melancholy.
There was excitement in Lin Zixuan's eyes, this will be the first inheritance of enlightenment he has received in his life! (To be continued)