Wan Ling'er strongly requested a fight, but Zhao Yuan couldn't resist her, so he had to follow her. What made Zhao Yuan vomit blood was that Wan'er wanted him to take Qiqi with him.
Zhao Yuan thought about it again and again, but still rejected Wan'er and Qiqi.
In order to ensure the safety of Wan'er and Qiqi, Zhao Yuan deliberately arranged ten divine warriors to protect the two sisters.
Zhao Yuan now has some rough concepts about the divine warriors.
There are also junior god warriors among the god warriors. The so-called junior god warriors are those who have just been promoted from the ninth level berserker and are not yet able to skillfully use the power of the god warriors, so they are called junior god warriors.
After passing the junior divine warrior stage, the strength of the divine warriors is also very different, mainly reflected in their talents and combat experience.
A godly warrior who has gone through hundreds of battles, his fighting power is extremely terrifying.
Ten warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles are enough to protect Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi. What's more, they are in a large army, so there is no need to worry about their safety.
As for Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, they don't need protection at all. In fact, Zhao Yuan does not want to bring the gods and demon warriors with him. This will actually affect the performance of him and Wan Ling'er, because both of them are cultivators.
If there are gods and demon warriors around, it is not convenient for them to kill the enemy with their swords.
Only after Zhao Yuan's furnace fire and spiritual energy merged into one, he still hasn't had the chance to practice.
It was already dark at this time, and the two of them took advantage of the darkness to sneak towards the Devil's Capital. Now, they were less than a hundred miles away from the Devil's Capital.
About twenty miles away from the main force, Zhao Yuan found a secluded mountain ridge and stopped.
"What are you doing?" When Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan leading her into the woods, her face suddenly turned red to her neck with embarrassment.
"I'll try to see if I can fly with a sword." Zhao Yuan didn't notice Wan Ling'er's shyness.
"oh……"
Wan Ling'er responded softly, feeling inexplicably disappointed. All along, Wan Ling'er had hoped that Zhao Yuan would express his feelings for her, but Zhao Yuan never coveted her at all. This made Wan Ling'er feel extremely depressed.
Sometimes, Wan Ling'er will look for reasons within herself and doubt her own charm...
What Wan Ling'er hated the most was that although Zhao Yuan didn't show the need of a male animal towards Wan Ling'er, he was always obsessed with those bitches, which made Wan Ling'er feel a serious sense of frustration.
In the love scene, Wan Ling'er is just a fledgling. She doesn't know what to do. She often ignores Zhao Yuan's existence because of refining elixirs. She doesn't know how to capture Zhao Yuan's heart. The only thing she can do is to use rituals.
Targeting Zhao Yuan with tough tactics, and more often than not, she endured humiliation and hardship to please Zhao Yuan, but it seemed that all her efforts were of no return. Zhao Yuan, in addition to caring about her and protecting her, did not regard her as a human being.
Women view.
Just when Wan Ling'er was feeling sorry for herself, Zhao Yuan had already led her into the dense forest.
In the darkness, Zhao Yuan sat cross-legged on a stone, summoned such a small black sword, and entered into practice.
Looking at the small black sword, Wan Ling'er had mixed feelings.
How wonderful it would be if we could turn back time and return to Wanjia Courtyard!
Time cannot be turned back...
…
Zhao Yuan had no idea that Wan Ling'er was traveling thousands of miles away at this moment and was activating his spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy flows in the eight meridians of the Qi Meridian. Driven by the spiritual energy, the seal of the martial witch actually transforms into countless mysterious rune fragments. Those runes are extremely exquisite and ingenious, and they fly rapidly in the sea of Zhao Yuan's spiritual consciousness.
of rotation.
Zhao Yuan's soul became more and more powerful, and the combined spiritual energy generated countless small streams, and then converged into the depths of Qi Hai Dantian, and there was a faint image of "returning to the source".
After more than two months of practice, Zhao Yuan's spiritual energy has become more and more pure. Under the cleansing of the spiritual energy and the transformation of "Ten Thousand Enemies", Zhao Yuan's originally strong body is no longer as fierce as before.
On the contrary, he looks more frail. If Zhao Yuan were to put on scholar's clothes now, no one would doubt that he was a scholar.
Pure spiritual energy was injected into the formation of the small black sword. Slowly, slowly, the small black sword floated quietly in the air, silently, and the faint light it emitted was like the eternal stars.
Looking at the quietly floating ink-colored sword, Zhao Yuan's face showed a look of surprise. He stood up and slowly stood on top of the ink-colored sword.
Stand firm!
"rise!"
Zhao Yuan muttered silently, and his spiritual energy moved the small black sword.
Whoosh...
The small black sword suddenly flew out without any warning. Zhao Yuan did not expect that the speed of the small black sword was so fast. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a sound of "Ah", and the small black sword flew out for dozens of seconds.
After ten feet, without Zhao Yuan's spiritual energy, he fell into the grass.
"Hahaha...hahaha..." Wan Ling'er, who was looking at Zhao Yuan and was chewing mud, burst out laughing. She was so simple-minded that she forgot her troubles in an instant.
"Still laughing." Zhao Yuan got up with a look of embarrassment.
"Cackle..." Looking at the few dead grass on Zhao Yuan's head, Wan Ling'er laughed harder and harder.
"Don't laugh." Zhao Yuan became angry and rushed over, covering Wan Ling'er's mouth.
"Woo...hehehe..." Wan Ling'er stretched out her bright wrist and removed the dull hair from Zhao Yuan's head, still smiling like a flower.
Zhao Yuan let go of Wan Ling'er, but when he saw Wan Ling'er's touching smile, he was stunned.
"Zhao Yuan..." Seeing Zhao Yuan looking at him blankly, Wan Ling'er suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
"I'll come again."
Zhao Yuan restrained the evil fire that was surging in his body and activated his spiritual energy. Among the weeds in the distance, a small ink-colored sword rose slowly, and the sharp sword edge shone with a heart-stopping cold light in the night.
"Haste makes waste. The input and control of spiritual energy need to be done step by step. Slowly, slowly, you will master the essentials of flying with a sword." Wan Ling'er pointed to Zhao Yuan with a smile.
"Um."
Zhao Yuan once again stepped on the small ink sword and began to use spiritual energy to activate it bit by bit. Gradually, the small ink sword slowly rose in the air, and Zhao Yuan's body also slowly rose in the air.
"I succeeded..."
With a "plop", Zhao Yuan fell heavily to the grass again.
"Haha... I told you to take your time. You are not yet skilled enough to do two things at once... By the way, you should pay attention to the magic circle of the small black sword, not the aura of your body, because the aura comes from the heart.
, and that small ink-colored sword can't control your heart..." Wan Ling'er laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
"Well, come again!"
Zhao Yuan was knocked down twice in a row, and became furious. He climbed onto the black sword again and activated his spiritual energy. This time, Zhao Yuan focused on the small magic circle of the black sword.
Zhao Yuan still kept falling, but his control of the black sword became more and more skillful.
As Wan Ling'er said, as long as you control the magic circle, it is much easier to control the small black sword. Although it cannot be retracted and retracted freely, it will never fall down again.
"Haha, I can fly with a sword!"
Zhao Yuan frantically moved the ink-colored sword, his long hair flying, and his whole body, like a zigzag lightning, flying in the vast sky. At this time, Zhao Yuan felt extremely intoxicated. He had always been
His wish was to be able to fly with a sword, and today, his wish finally came true.
Zhao Yuan's inner joy could not be greater. His hard work finally paid off, and all the hard work was rewarded.
The sky that was previously unreachable was no longer as vast and boundless in Zhao Yuan's eyes.
With so much arrogance and passion, the earth will no longer be able to constrain his actions.
Crazy fighting spirit surged through Zhao Yuan's body.
"Zhao Yuan, you have truly entered the world of cultivation now." Wan Ling'er also rose into the sky with the Ice Divine Sword, and she could feel Zhao Yuan's joy.
"Ling'er, thank you... Hey... Hurry, there is a demon down there!"
Zhao Yuan suddenly activated the ink-colored sword, and Wan Ling'er immediately caught up with him. They both flew towards the mountains below at lightning speed. In the lush woods, the tree trunks rustled and swayed, as if a demon was moving...
