Cultivation has no time. For practitioners, time flies by in the blink of an eye. For powerful martial arts cultivators, hundreds of years have passed after they retreat once and wake up.
Unknowingly, it has been a year since Qin Xuan entered the Black Tower. In the blink of an eye, it was approaching the time Chi Feng had agreed with him.
On the first floor of the black tower, there are countless light groups flying. Each light group contains the power of artistic conception, which may be strong or weak. The faster the flying speed, the stronger the light, the more terrifying the artistic power of the light group. It may even be
It is the legendary power of ultimate artistic conception.
During this year, Qin Xuan divided it into two parts. In the first six months, he spent all of the time capturing light groups, and the main capture objects were light groups with medium speeds.
After all, a light group that is too slow will not be of much use to him, and a light group that is too fast will inevitably have very difficult to comprehend the power of its artistic conception, which may take a long time.
The remaining six months were spent on understanding the captured light groups, because he discovered that once these light groups were captured, they would not run away, but would simply stop where they were.
, he doesn't have to worry about the captured light group slipping away while he's not paying attention, and can also capture other light groups with all his strength.
In the first six months, Qin Xuan lived an extremely fulfilling life. He was running fast every day, chasing fiercely with the light group. This was more painful than fighting against the genius of the demon clan. After all, the light group was just an ideological form.
, no matter how powerful the attack is, it has no effect on it, and it can only be captured with absolute speed.
Therefore, even if he had six months, Qin Xuan could only capture six light groups in total. He had to work hard and use any means to capture them. It can be said that he worked hard.
Chifeng often appears in the void to observe Qin Xuan's progress, but every time after watching it, he can't help but beat his chest and sigh, with an angry look on his face, as if he hates iron but cannot become steel. This kid is really embarrassing!
It's a pity that Qin Xuan couldn't hear Chi Feng's scolding, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would vomit three liters of blood. This was simply playing tricks on him!
In the remaining six months, Qin Xuan initially understood the artistic conception power of three of the light groups, namely: the artistic conception of ice, the artistic conception of violence and the artistic conception of demon.
The artistic conception of ice is similar to the artistic conception of fire. They are two basic attribute powers. They are relatively easy to understand and do not have much value.
The reason why Qin Xuan chose to understand the artistic conception of ice was because he suddenly had an idea in his mind. What would happen if the two opposing artistic conception powers of fire and ice were integrated together?
You know, water and fire are incompatible, especially ice and fire. But if the power of the two is fused to reach a balance point, and then explodes, what kind of power will it achieve?
Whether it will succeed or not is unknown, but Qin Xuan still wants to give it a try. Perhaps, the final result will surprise him.
The violent artistic conception is a relatively rare artistic conception power that can make the warrior's aura become violent instantly, even beyond the peak period. In other words, it can enhance the warrior's strength in a short period of time, and the attacks issued are violent and domineering, and combined with
The art of mass killing has powerful effects.
As for the demonic conception, it further enhances the defense of the physical body. The physical body of demonic beasts is inherently more powerful than humans, and has its own demonic energy to protect the body, so they do not need to understand the demonic conception.
Human beings rarely understand the artistic conception of monsters. One of the main reasons is that it is extremely difficult to understand the artistic conception of monsters. They need to live with monsters for a long time and feel their breath at close range, which is almost impossible.
However, this seemingly impossible thing came true for Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan once practiced for a period of time next to the demons in Duanhun Mountain, and had a deep feeling for the aura on their bodies. Later, he went to the ancient ruins to practice, where he came into contact with all the young figures of the major demon clans, and finally realized the light.
Understanding the artistic conception of the demon in the group is naturally a matter of course.
By this time, Qin Xuan has realized ten kinds of artistic conception, namely the artistic conception of sword, the artistic conception of wind, the artistic conception of flame, the artistic conception of violence, the artistic conception of demon, the artistic conception of illusion, the artistic conception of earth, the artistic conception of power,
The artistic conception of ice and the artistic conception of thunder.
Each of the ten artistic conceptions has its own characteristics, both offensive and defensive. If used together, it will reach an extremely terrifying level. The power of the nine artistic conceptions is not just as simple as it appears on the surface. There are infinite possibilities behind them. If they can be integrated with each other, their power will be extremely terrifying.
The power will be beyond imagination,
Today's Qin Xuan's strength is terrifying, as if he has transformed. Unless he encounters an extremely powerful opponent, he will sweep through everything and easily crush the warriors in his realm.
"One year is up, are you ready?"
At this moment, a void voice came out, and a middle-aged man wearing a black robe was seen strolling out of the void, naturally it was Chi Feng.
Qin Xuan's expression condensed, he looked at Chi Feng, cupped his hands and said, "I have met Chi Lao."
Chifeng nodded slightly, glanced at Qin Xuan casually, and then said lightly: "Are you proud of the ten powers of artistic conception?"
Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze and he looked at Chi Feng blankly.
"For ordinary people, the ten kinds of artistic conception power are already considered top-notch existences, enough to easily crush everything." Chifeng said slowly, "However, in front of a real monster, the ten kinds of artistic conception power are just the starting point."
"Ten types, just the beginning?" Qin Xuan trembled in his heart, a little unbelievable.
Chifeng seemed to see what Qin Xuan was thinking, and sighed: "The place where you live is too small, just like a drop of rain in the vast river, insignificant. In such a small place, what can the so-called geniuses in it achieve?"
degree?"
Qin Xuan suddenly fell silent, did not speak, and just listened to Chi Feng's words quietly.
"The road to martial arts is endless. The ultimate achievement of a martial artist not only depends on his own talent and opportunity, but also depends on his vision. If he is short-sighted and is complacent after only achieving very small achievements, his road to martial arts will not be the same.
It's almost the end." Chi Feng said earnestly, with a solemn look on his face.
"What Mr. Chi said is absolutely true. This junior understands." Qin Xuan bowed.
Seeing Qin Xuan being so humble, Chi Feng flashed a look of appreciation in his eyes and said: "It's not that I can hit you, it's just the fact, but you don't need to belittle yourself, after all, your starting point is much lower than those monsters.
Inadequacy is nothing. Only by guarding against arrogance and impetuosity can we achieve great achievements."
Qin Xuan nodded in agreement and said: "Junior, please note it down and follow the teachings of the seniors."
"Very good." Chifeng nodded with satisfaction, as if he had thought of something, and asked: "Your cultivation has now reached the peak of the ninth level of the Kaiyuan Realm. Which soul soul are you going to condense as the third soul?"
Qin Xuan couldn't help but look stunned, but he quickly came to his senses, feeling a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
In this year, he has focused almost all his attention on the power of artistic conception, but has not paid much attention to his own cultivation. He did not expect that he is now at the peak of the ninth level of Kaiyuan Realm. It is really an unexpected surprise.
"Junior Third Yuanhun hasn't thought about it yet, does Chi Lao have any suggestions?" Qin Xuan asked.
Qin Xuan's first soul is the Holy Sword Soul, which pursues the way of domineering killing and killing everything, while the second soul is the gilded Ten Thousand Buddha Staff, which possesses the supreme pressure of the Buddha's way and cooperates with the Palm of the Great God Buddha.
, suppress everything.
For the first two Yuanhuns, he had already thought about which path he wanted to take before choosing Yuanhun, but now, he has no clue.
Chifeng pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then said: "Fen Qing has chosen your path of cultivation for you. When he wakes up, let him give you advice."
"Mr. Fen spent a lot of soul power in order to heal my wounds, and I don't know when I will be able to recover." Qin Xuan frowned, a look of worry appearing on his brows.
"Haha, you don't need to worry about this. His soul power is very strong. Few people can compare with him in soul power." Chi Feng laughed and said, "My black tower space is extremely mysterious. I think he should be prepared with his methods.
It’s almost done and you’ll wake up soon.”
"If that's true, that would be great." Qin Xuan's brows finally relaxed.
Although Old Fen only existed in his mind, he had always guarded him silently, paved the way for him to practice, and cared about him like an elder. Although some feelings were not expressed, he could feel them personally. Qin Xuan had already felt them in his heart.
I treat them as close relatives and respect them with great respect and love.
"After you leave, I will seal the monument and will not open it until the next time you come. I hope that when I see you next time, you have grown up." Chifeng said to Qin Xuan, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
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Qin Xuan's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then he said, "Does Mr. Chi have any other instructions?"
Chifeng showed a meaningful look and said: "No more. I have already returned one of your two things to you, and I will give you the remaining one when you come next time."
Qin Xuan was shocked. He had two things in Chi Lao's hands?
He had never been to the Black Tower before, so it was naturally impossible to leave anything to Chi Lao. What was going on? What was that thing?
However, Chi Lao didn't seem to want to answer Qin Xuan's doubts. He laughed a few times and then disappeared into the void.
The moment Chi Lao disappeared, beams of extremely bright light descended from the sky, and cracks opened in the void. They were like mirrors, extremely smooth and extremely dazzling, with divine radiance refracted out and spreading throughout the heaven and earth.
With his whole body shrouded in light, Qin Xuan felt extremely happy in his heart, and even his perception became much more sensitive. His bloodline bones roared faintly, and there were constant rumbling sounds. He seemed to be overjoyed, greedily absorbing every ray of light.
Gradually, the light on Qin Xuan's body became more and more powerful and dazzling. Suddenly, a strong spatial fluctuation swept through the void, and then the figure in the light gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared into this bright world.