Chapter 229： Soul of the sword is unparalleled! Xuanming Dan is broken!
Chapter 229 The Soul of the Sword is unparalleled! Xuanming Dan is broken!
"What's that? Souls... are going to be absorbed!"
Seeing the black pills appearing in the dantian of Master Xuan Ming, many warriors of Huang Quan Sect were stunned. Just looking at it, they had a feeling of swaying, and even their souls were about to be sucked out!
That small pill, the power it exudes is terrifying, and the heart is full of adoration.
"This is the complete Mysterious Underworld Secret Tome of the Xuanming Sect?
The old corpse stared at this scene, he secretly admired and nodded.
The old corpse is an old antique among the evil sects, and he knows a little about the secrets and quasi-secrets of the major sects.
The Mysterious Secret Tome of the Xuanming Sect, although it is a quasi-absolute learning level that has not yet reached the absolute level, but it is actually a unique learning. Except for the creator, it is difficult for outsiders to cultivate it to perfection.
It is said that the Mysterious Secret Canon of the Xuanming Sect has reached a perfect state, cultivated pseudo-magical powers, and can cultivate the 'Xuanming Divine Pill', which is infinitely mysterious, able to refine true qi and use external power for one's own use.
Only the founder of the Xuanming Sect has refined the Xuanming Divine Pill, and he used it to run rampant for a while, claiming to be invincible under the Martial Saint.
"Sure enough, the heaven and the earth have changed... the future is terrifying!" The old man of the corpse sighed, this Master Xuanming is the second powerhouse of the Xuanming Sect to cultivate the Xuanming Divine Pill!
"Is this the pseudo-supernatural power of Master Xuanming?"
Su Changkong looked at the flying black-haired Master Xuan Ming, and he was also amazed. This was the first expert he had ever seen who had trained martial arts to the level of pseudo-supernatural powers.
"Death!"
Master Xuan Ming stimulated the power of the Xuanming Divine Pill. His soles stepped on the rising waves, and his body made a series of sonic booms. His body broke through the sound barrier. In just a short breath, he crossed a long distance and approached Su Changkong. .
Magic ape shoots the sky!
The phantom of the giant ape behind Su Changkong sucked in the massive aura of heaven and earth, and the aura formed a mist. The giant ape stretched out his hands and squeezed it hard.
"Kakakaka!"
The space folds and depressions around Master Xuan Ming wanted to fix him.
"Boom!"
What was shocking was that Venerable Xuanming's Xuanming Divine Pill trembled slightly, and a black and white infuriating qi burst out from every pore and every strand of his hair, violently like a volcano bursting, The void trembled violently!
Even the big hand that the giant ape phantom was folded was stretched, and five fingers were about to break!
Xuanming Shendan can store a large amount of true qi, which is equivalent to having a second dantian, and can hold ten times or dozens of times of his own true qi. On weekdays, Master Xuanming can fill his own true qi into it. Among them, mobilizing the energy stored in the Xuanming Divine Pill at a critical moment, the explosion beyond the limit, and the raising of hands and feet are all terrifying.
"Cold Palm!"
Master Xuan Ming broke through the influence of 'Magic Ape's Sky Capture', his right palm turned into a white color, and the icy coldness emanating from the icy cold can make one's soul freeze. Like falling into an ice cave.
"Crash!"
Between the cold wind howling, a large amount of gravel ahead was frozen in the white icebergs, this kind of power is jaw-dropping!
But this palm fell in the air. Su Changkong performed a deer show, and stepped out one step. While avoiding Master Xuanming's cold shattering palm, he appeared behind him, and his right fist made a killing tiger roar. Directly attacked the back of the head of Master Xuan Ming.
"Boom!"
The moment hit the head of Master Xuan Ming, Su Changkong felt a suction force from the dantian of Master Xuan Ming, and absorbed and dissolved the lethality of his punch.
"Shut!"
And also in an instant, Master Xuan Ming's left palm brought a fiery wave of fire, turned around and struck out with one palm, the fiery heat that could burn gold and iron, made Su Changkong stomped on his feet, and did not choose to hit it hard.
"Boom boom boom!"
The majestic infuriating energy in Master Xuan Ming's dantian seemed to be endless. His every move was surprisingly powerful, so that Su Changkong could only rely on the flexibility of his deer tricks to constantly dodge and counterattack. But his attack landed on Venerable Xuan Ming, as if it fell into the sea, and it was difficult to cause damage to him at all.
"This is really... sloppy."
Su Changkong was a little speechless, every kind of martial arts that reached the stage of nurturing supernatural powers was very mysterious.
is like Su Changkong's five animals, killing the enemy, moving, flying, can be said to be very comprehensive.
But Wuqinxi is health-preserving boxing after all, and the increase in combat power in martial arts of the same level is indeed not strong, and it is not as good as those martial arts that specialize in fighting. This is a normal thing.
It can increase lifespan and be invincible at the same level. There is no perfect one!
Of course, in fact, Su Changkong was able to advance and retreat freely in the face of Master Xuan Ming by virtue of his own Wu Qin Xi, and it was not too difficult to escape.
But there was an unfathomable old corpse next to him. Although the old corpse looked like he was watching a play that day, if he showed weakness and retreated, the old corpse would most likely stop him. Su Changkong didn't believe that he helped Venerable Xuanming find him. where he is, he will be allowed to leave easily!
In addition, Su Changkong's eyes are cold, this Master Xuanming's cultivation of pseudo-magical powers is not a small threat, since he is already a mortal enemy, then Su Changkong's character will definitely kill him!
"Since that's the case... just try my sword soul!"
Su Changkong's face was covered with a layer of frost, Wu Qinxi could not threaten Master Xuan Ming, so he could only use his sword soul.
In the cave of the Wansoul, the sword technique has been raised from the sword intent to the level of the sword soul. What is the power of the enemy, try it and you will know!
"You slippery loach, give me death! The sea is open to all rivers!"
Master Xuan Ming motivated the Xuanming Divine Pill, and his skills were endless. He was a little angry at the moment. Su Changkong, relying on his shrunken body, made him unable to do anything for a while. Under the rage, Xuan Ming The infuriating qi in the palm of the Master's palm turned into a vortex, spinning like a black hole, producing a huge suction force.
The Secret Tome of Xuanming can absorb other people's skills for one's own use, and reach the level of Master Xuanming, and can absorb all the infuriating energy of a person from the air. , to **** out the true qi in his body alive!
But at this time, Su Changkong did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to meet Master Xuan Ming.
"Die!"
The surging True Qi of Master Xuan Ming's five fingers gathered and spun, and the five fingers grabbed angrily. There was a sullen look on his face. He wanted to capture Su Changkong, drain his True Qi, and tear him to pieces!
But suddenly, Venerable Xuan Ming's eyelids jumped violently, and an extreme sense of threat hit his heart.
"Kang!"
Su Changkong's palm has been pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist. When his palm touched the knife, it seemed to resonate. The ordinary iron-chopping knife was given a soul and made a loud knife sound. ll!
This voice is not a real voice, but an illusory voice, a voice from the soul, illusory, but deafening!
"what?"
At this moment, Master Xuan Ming's scalp felt numb. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw an invisible wave spread out, and a cold sword light broke free from the shackles of the scabbard. It seemed slow, but it was coming soon. Disturbing the senses.
That Senhan's knife light is illusory and real, simple and gorgeous, it cuts across the space, tearing the void like a thin piece of paper, from far to near!
Realizing that something was wrong, Venerable Xuan Ming pulled away and quickly retreated, but it was still a little late.
"Pfft!"
The knife light sliced through the palm of Master Xuan Ming's grasp. With a crisp tearing sound, the thick and terrifying body-protecting zhenqi covered by Master Xuan Ming's palm was easily torn apart. With five fingers chopped off, they were thrown away.
"Hand...my hand!"
Venerable Xuan Ming staggered back, and was somewhat unresponsive. It was not until a piercing pain hit him that he let out a mournful cry. The pain from the severed palm penetrated into his soul, making his soul seem to be mutilated. The pain is unbearable!
"It's that simple... it hurts him?"
Even Su Changkong himself was a little surprised. His previous killing moves, such as 'White Tiger Roaring Kill', were so powerful that it was difficult for him to injure Master Xuan Ming's head in the slightest. Just face to face, and cut off a palm of Master Xuan Ming!
"So it is... The 'pseudo-magical power' of Master Xuanming can absorb and resolve any attack, but it does not include the 'soul of the sword'. This is the power from the soul! It is a completely different power!"
Su Changkong was enlightened.
His Wu Qin Xi is the ultimate move that mobilizes the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and Venerable Xuanming can absorb and resolve these types of attacks in this regard.
But the sword technique can reach the soul realm and shape the soul of the sword. This is the sublimation of the soul, and the power that bursts out from the soul is different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and even the true energy cultivated by the flesh. The level of pseudo-magic power is difficult to resolve!
"How...how is it possible? What kind of magical weapon is this? Can it break through my Xuanming True Qi?"
Venerable Xuan Ming's severed palm shot with blood, and the pain made his soul tremble. He couldn't believe it. Su Changkong could easily injure him with one knife. He felt that it might have something to do with Su Changkong's knife, which is a rare magic weapon in the world!
Of course, the iron chopping knife Su Changkong was holding was just an ordinary knife, but it resonated with his sword soul and was better than any magic weapon!
"kill!"
His thoughts turned around in a flash, and Su Changkong didn't give Master Xuan Ming a chance to breathe. His soul was trembling, and his whole body was overflowing with a sharp edge that would annihilate everything. , slashed down with a knife.
This simple knife, but it is natural, with a small dark crack, like cause and effect, the knife will hit! Nothing is cut!
"Xuanming Shendan!"
Master Xuan Ming's hair stood on end, and a long, mad whistling sound came from his mouth. The Xuanming Divine Pill in his dantian rushed out of his body, and quickly swelled, turning into a black ball with a diameter of nearly ten feet, blocking the Between the two, the thick infuriating energy filled it, like a black hole, capable of twisting all who approached into pieces.
Master Xuanming was unable to avoid this slashing sword, so he could only defend himself with the Xuanming Divine Pill, which he had cultivated for many years.
"Shut!"
The iron chopping knife slashed down in anger, and the blade carried an invincible force from the soul. With a piercing tearing sound, the Xuanming Shendan, which had swelled to a diameter of nearly zhang, was pulled by the blade and torn apart. A huge crack.
"Boom!"
The Xuanming Divine Pill, which was originally round and integrated, was torn apart, like a balloon pierced, and a large amount of true energy poured out of it frantically. For nearly a hundred years, it was obtained by absorbing and refining countless martial arts experts.
The rich infuriating qi turned from the mist to the liquid, and shot everywhere, making it seem like a black drizzle was falling in the surrounding area!
"Ahhh! My...my Xuanming Shendan!"
Master Xuan Ming's expression was distorted, frightened, mixed with disbelief, and he let out an unacceptable shriek, his breath quickly slackened, his whole person seemed to have aged several decades in an instant, and wrinkles appeared on his handsome face. His black hair turned snow-white, the Xuanming Divine Pill was broken, and he had suffered a heavy wound that could not be healed.
Venerable Xuanming, he cultivated for many years before relying on his extraordinary martial arts aptitude, as well as the favorable time and place, to push the Xuanming Secret Tome to a perfect state, comparable to the ancestors, and even more ambitious, vowing to surpass the ancestors in the prosperous world Rise in the middle, go against the current, and become a Martial Saint!
But it turned out that the root of his pride, the Xuanming Divine Pill on which he relied, was smashed by Su Changkong in a single blow, and years of hard work had been in vain. How could Venerable Xuanming accept this?
"Master Xuan Ming... defeated? That's... Soul Realm! This Dao Wufeng has become a Dao Soul!"
The corpse old man in the distance witnessed this scene, and there was a look of astonishment and disbelief on the old face.
Gongfa and martial arts are mostly about cultivating the physical body and controlling power.
When you reach a very high level, you can cultivate fake magical powers, or even real magical powers!
And the artistic conception of martial arts is equally important, because it is not the physical body that cultivates, but the level of the spirit and the sea of knowledge!
is like opening the twelve heavenly veins. Only by cultivating the artistic conception of martial arts can the five qi be returned to the sea of consciousness. This step already excludes 99% of the congenital warriors.
To make the artistic conception of martial arts go a step further, it involves the level of one's own soul. To sublimate and transform the soul is a mysterious and mysterious realm, even more difficult than cultivating a quasi-secret skill to perfection!
Many warriors have sharpened the artistic conception of martial arts to perfection, but it is difficult for them to take that step in their entire lives.
The body is the boat, and the soul is the person who drives the boat. The two complement each other and are very important.
Even to become a true Martial Saint, there are requirements for the sea of knowledge and soul!
This unreputable, little-informed Dao Wufeng not only cultivated pseudo-magical powers, but also transformed his soul to cultivate a sword soul?
"Judging from his breath, he is extremely young, no more than fifty years old. He has cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers and cultivated a sword soul. He is absolutely... Martial Saint! Is this Dao Wufeng the reincarnation of Martial Saint?" Shocked, he has lived for a long time, and there are not many things that can make waves in his heart.
The old man of the corpse understands that the 'Knife Wufeng' in front of him is likely to be the reincarnation of the Martial Saint, the son of the **** who has returned to his ancestors, otherwise it would be difficult to explain such a monster!
"Old Zombie...Senior Celestial Corpse! Save me! Save me!"
At this moment, a cry for help resounded in the distance like a drowning man grabbing a straw. It was Venerable Xuan Ming.
Xuanming Divine Pill was broken, Master Xuanming was instantly old and sluggish, and his breath fell rapidly. Facing Su Changkong, he was already unable to resist, but he thought of the old corpse.
This old corpse is definitely the top powerhouse in the evil demon sect. It is unfathomable. Master Xuanming's only hope of survival is for the old corpse to help!
This made Venerable Xuan Ming cry out for help regardless of his dignity. To seize this chance, he cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers, and even had the ambition to reach the top, and he was unwilling to die here.
The old corpse stood on the spot with an expressionless face, motionless, he understood that Master Xuan Ming was already dead, and even if he wanted to make a move, it was too late!
"Do not…"
Venerable Xuan Ming's body trembled, and before a word was uttered in his mouth, the icy blade swept across his neck, and a head flew up, and there was still intense fear and unwillingness in his eyes.
Venerable Xuan Ming's broken neck splattered with blood, his head fell heavily on the ground, and his body also fell softly.
This person who has cultivated pseudo-magical powers can be called a master of martial arts. In the past, it was enough to run rampant for a while, but just after exiting the border, the first battle was his last battle! Died on the spot!
"Hoo!"
Su Changkong exhaled, Master Xuan Ming's pseudo-magical powers are indeed powerful, but unfortunately his sword soul is invincible and hard to resist, even his pseudo-magical powers have been cracked by the sword soul, and there is only one way to die.
"Are you going to try my knife too?"
Beheading Master Xuan Ming, Su Changkong calmly looked at the old corpse staring here from a distance, and he said indifferently.
This old corpse is unfathomable, he is no less powerful than Master Xuan Ming, and most of them are those who have cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers many years ago. In Su Changkong's feeling, the old corpse is more powerful than Master Xuan Ming. Danger!
(end of this chapter)
"What's that? Souls... are going to be absorbed!"
Seeing the black pills appearing in the dantian of Master Xuan Ming, many warriors of Huang Quan Sect were stunned. Just looking at it, they had a feeling of swaying, and even their souls were about to be sucked out!
That small pill, the power it exudes is terrifying, and the heart is full of adoration.
"This is the complete Mysterious Underworld Secret Tome of the Xuanming Sect?
The old corpse stared at this scene, he secretly admired and nodded.
The old corpse is an old antique among the evil sects, and he knows a little about the secrets and quasi-secrets of the major sects.
The Mysterious Secret Tome of the Xuanming Sect, although it is a quasi-absolute learning level that has not yet reached the absolute level, but it is actually a unique learning. Except for the creator, it is difficult for outsiders to cultivate it to perfection.
It is said that the Mysterious Secret Canon of the Xuanming Sect has reached a perfect state, cultivated pseudo-magical powers, and can cultivate the 'Xuanming Divine Pill', which is infinitely mysterious, able to refine true qi and use external power for one's own use.
Only the founder of the Xuanming Sect has refined the Xuanming Divine Pill, and he used it to run rampant for a while, claiming to be invincible under the Martial Saint.
"Sure enough, the heaven and the earth have changed... the future is terrifying!" The old man of the corpse sighed, this Master Xuanming is the second powerhouse of the Xuanming Sect to cultivate the Xuanming Divine Pill!
"Is this the pseudo-supernatural power of Master Xuanming?"
Su Changkong looked at the flying black-haired Master Xuan Ming, and he was also amazed. This was the first expert he had ever seen who had trained martial arts to the level of pseudo-supernatural powers.
"Death!"
Master Xuan Ming stimulated the power of the Xuanming Divine Pill. His soles stepped on the rising waves, and his body made a series of sonic booms. His body broke through the sound barrier. In just a short breath, he crossed a long distance and approached Su Changkong. .
Magic ape shoots the sky!
The phantom of the giant ape behind Su Changkong sucked in the massive aura of heaven and earth, and the aura formed a mist. The giant ape stretched out his hands and squeezed it hard.
"Kakakaka!"
The space folds and depressions around Master Xuan Ming wanted to fix him.
"Boom!"
What was shocking was that Venerable Xuanming's Xuanming Divine Pill trembled slightly, and a black and white infuriating qi burst out from every pore and every strand of his hair, violently like a volcano bursting, The void trembled violently!
Even the big hand that the giant ape phantom was folded was stretched, and five fingers were about to break!
Xuanming Shendan can store a large amount of true qi, which is equivalent to having a second dantian, and can hold ten times or dozens of times of his own true qi. On weekdays, Master Xuanming can fill his own true qi into it. Among them, mobilizing the energy stored in the Xuanming Divine Pill at a critical moment, the explosion beyond the limit, and the raising of hands and feet are all terrifying.
"Cold Palm!"
Master Xuan Ming broke through the influence of 'Magic Ape's Sky Capture', his right palm turned into a white color, and the icy coldness emanating from the icy cold can make one's soul freeze. Like falling into an ice cave.
"Crash!"
Between the cold wind howling, a large amount of gravel ahead was frozen in the white icebergs, this kind of power is jaw-dropping!
But this palm fell in the air. Su Changkong performed a deer show, and stepped out one step. While avoiding Master Xuanming's cold shattering palm, he appeared behind him, and his right fist made a killing tiger roar. Directly attacked the back of the head of Master Xuan Ming.
"Boom!"
The moment hit the head of Master Xuan Ming, Su Changkong felt a suction force from the dantian of Master Xuan Ming, and absorbed and dissolved the lethality of his punch.
"Shut!"
And also in an instant, Master Xuan Ming's left palm brought a fiery wave of fire, turned around and struck out with one palm, the fiery heat that could burn gold and iron, made Su Changkong stomped on his feet, and did not choose to hit it hard.
"Boom boom boom!"
The majestic infuriating energy in Master Xuan Ming's dantian seemed to be endless. His every move was surprisingly powerful, so that Su Changkong could only rely on the flexibility of his deer tricks to constantly dodge and counterattack. But his attack landed on Venerable Xuan Ming, as if it fell into the sea, and it was difficult to cause damage to him at all.
"This is really... sloppy."
Su Changkong was a little speechless, every kind of martial arts that reached the stage of nurturing supernatural powers was very mysterious.
is like Su Changkong's five animals, killing the enemy, moving, flying, can be said to be very comprehensive.
But Wuqinxi is health-preserving boxing after all, and the increase in combat power in martial arts of the same level is indeed not strong, and it is not as good as those martial arts that specialize in fighting. This is a normal thing.
It can increase lifespan and be invincible at the same level. There is no perfect one!
Of course, in fact, Su Changkong was able to advance and retreat freely in the face of Master Xuan Ming by virtue of his own Wu Qin Xi, and it was not too difficult to escape.
But there was an unfathomable old corpse next to him. Although the old corpse looked like he was watching a play that day, if he showed weakness and retreated, the old corpse would most likely stop him. Su Changkong didn't believe that he helped Venerable Xuanming find him. where he is, he will be allowed to leave easily!
In addition, Su Changkong's eyes are cold, this Master Xuanming's cultivation of pseudo-magical powers is not a small threat, since he is already a mortal enemy, then Su Changkong's character will definitely kill him!
"Since that's the case... just try my sword soul!"
Su Changkong's face was covered with a layer of frost, Wu Qinxi could not threaten Master Xuan Ming, so he could only use his sword soul.
In the cave of the Wansoul, the sword technique has been raised from the sword intent to the level of the sword soul. What is the power of the enemy, try it and you will know!
"You slippery loach, give me death! The sea is open to all rivers!"
Master Xuan Ming motivated the Xuanming Divine Pill, and his skills were endless. He was a little angry at the moment. Su Changkong, relying on his shrunken body, made him unable to do anything for a while. Under the rage, Xuan Ming The infuriating qi in the palm of the Master's palm turned into a vortex, spinning like a black hole, producing a huge suction force.
The Secret Tome of Xuanming can absorb other people's skills for one's own use, and reach the level of Master Xuanming, and can absorb all the infuriating energy of a person from the air. , to **** out the true qi in his body alive!
But at this time, Su Changkong did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to meet Master Xuan Ming.
"Die!"
The surging True Qi of Master Xuan Ming's five fingers gathered and spun, and the five fingers grabbed angrily. There was a sullen look on his face. He wanted to capture Su Changkong, drain his True Qi, and tear him to pieces!
But suddenly, Venerable Xuan Ming's eyelids jumped violently, and an extreme sense of threat hit his heart.
"Kang!"
Su Changkong's palm has been pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist. When his palm touched the knife, it seemed to resonate. The ordinary iron-chopping knife was given a soul and made a loud knife sound. ll!
This voice is not a real voice, but an illusory voice, a voice from the soul, illusory, but deafening!
"what?"
At this moment, Master Xuan Ming's scalp felt numb. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw an invisible wave spread out, and a cold sword light broke free from the shackles of the scabbard. It seemed slow, but it was coming soon. Disturbing the senses.
That Senhan's knife light is illusory and real, simple and gorgeous, it cuts across the space, tearing the void like a thin piece of paper, from far to near!
Realizing that something was wrong, Venerable Xuan Ming pulled away and quickly retreated, but it was still a little late.
"Pfft!"
The knife light sliced through the palm of Master Xuan Ming's grasp. With a crisp tearing sound, the thick and terrifying body-protecting zhenqi covered by Master Xuan Ming's palm was easily torn apart. With five fingers chopped off, they were thrown away.
"Hand...my hand!"
Venerable Xuan Ming staggered back, and was somewhat unresponsive. It was not until a piercing pain hit him that he let out a mournful cry. The pain from the severed palm penetrated into his soul, making his soul seem to be mutilated. The pain is unbearable!
"It's that simple... it hurts him?"
Even Su Changkong himself was a little surprised. His previous killing moves, such as 'White Tiger Roaring Kill', were so powerful that it was difficult for him to injure Master Xuan Ming's head in the slightest. Just face to face, and cut off a palm of Master Xuan Ming!
"So it is... The 'pseudo-magical power' of Master Xuanming can absorb and resolve any attack, but it does not include the 'soul of the sword'. This is the power from the soul! It is a completely different power!"
Su Changkong was enlightened.
His Wu Qin Xi is the ultimate move that mobilizes the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and Venerable Xuanming can absorb and resolve these types of attacks in this regard.
But the sword technique can reach the soul realm and shape the soul of the sword. This is the sublimation of the soul, and the power that bursts out from the soul is different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and even the true energy cultivated by the flesh. The level of pseudo-magic power is difficult to resolve!
"How...how is it possible? What kind of magical weapon is this? Can it break through my Xuanming True Qi?"
Venerable Xuan Ming's severed palm shot with blood, and the pain made his soul tremble. He couldn't believe it. Su Changkong could easily injure him with one knife. He felt that it might have something to do with Su Changkong's knife, which is a rare magic weapon in the world!
Of course, the iron chopping knife Su Changkong was holding was just an ordinary knife, but it resonated with his sword soul and was better than any magic weapon!
"kill!"
His thoughts turned around in a flash, and Su Changkong didn't give Master Xuan Ming a chance to breathe. His soul was trembling, and his whole body was overflowing with a sharp edge that would annihilate everything. , slashed down with a knife.
This simple knife, but it is natural, with a small dark crack, like cause and effect, the knife will hit! Nothing is cut!
"Xuanming Shendan!"
Master Xuan Ming's hair stood on end, and a long, mad whistling sound came from his mouth. The Xuanming Divine Pill in his dantian rushed out of his body, and quickly swelled, turning into a black ball with a diameter of nearly ten feet, blocking the Between the two, the thick infuriating energy filled it, like a black hole, capable of twisting all who approached into pieces.
Master Xuanming was unable to avoid this slashing sword, so he could only defend himself with the Xuanming Divine Pill, which he had cultivated for many years.
"Shut!"
The iron chopping knife slashed down in anger, and the blade carried an invincible force from the soul. With a piercing tearing sound, the Xuanming Shendan, which had swelled to a diameter of nearly zhang, was pulled by the blade and torn apart. A huge crack.
"Boom!"
The Xuanming Divine Pill, which was originally round and integrated, was torn apart, like a balloon pierced, and a large amount of true energy poured out of it frantically. For nearly a hundred years, it was obtained by absorbing and refining countless martial arts experts.
The rich infuriating qi turned from the mist to the liquid, and shot everywhere, making it seem like a black drizzle was falling in the surrounding area!
"Ahhh! My...my Xuanming Shendan!"
Master Xuan Ming's expression was distorted, frightened, mixed with disbelief, and he let out an unacceptable shriek, his breath quickly slackened, his whole person seemed to have aged several decades in an instant, and wrinkles appeared on his handsome face. His black hair turned snow-white, the Xuanming Divine Pill was broken, and he had suffered a heavy wound that could not be healed.
Venerable Xuanming, he cultivated for many years before relying on his extraordinary martial arts aptitude, as well as the favorable time and place, to push the Xuanming Secret Tome to a perfect state, comparable to the ancestors, and even more ambitious, vowing to surpass the ancestors in the prosperous world Rise in the middle, go against the current, and become a Martial Saint!
But it turned out that the root of his pride, the Xuanming Divine Pill on which he relied, was smashed by Su Changkong in a single blow, and years of hard work had been in vain. How could Venerable Xuanming accept this?
"Master Xuan Ming... defeated? That's... Soul Realm! This Dao Wufeng has become a Dao Soul!"
The corpse old man in the distance witnessed this scene, and there was a look of astonishment and disbelief on the old face.
Gongfa and martial arts are mostly about cultivating the physical body and controlling power.
When you reach a very high level, you can cultivate fake magical powers, or even real magical powers!
And the artistic conception of martial arts is equally important, because it is not the physical body that cultivates, but the level of the spirit and the sea of knowledge!
is like opening the twelve heavenly veins. Only by cultivating the artistic conception of martial arts can the five qi be returned to the sea of consciousness. This step already excludes 99% of the congenital warriors.
To make the artistic conception of martial arts go a step further, it involves the level of one's own soul. To sublimate and transform the soul is a mysterious and mysterious realm, even more difficult than cultivating a quasi-secret skill to perfection!
Many warriors have sharpened the artistic conception of martial arts to perfection, but it is difficult for them to take that step in their entire lives.
The body is the boat, and the soul is the person who drives the boat. The two complement each other and are very important.
Even to become a true Martial Saint, there are requirements for the sea of knowledge and soul!
This unreputable, little-informed Dao Wufeng not only cultivated pseudo-magical powers, but also transformed his soul to cultivate a sword soul?
"Judging from his breath, he is extremely young, no more than fifty years old. He has cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers and cultivated a sword soul. He is absolutely... Martial Saint! Is this Dao Wufeng the reincarnation of Martial Saint?" Shocked, he has lived for a long time, and there are not many things that can make waves in his heart.
The old man of the corpse understands that the 'Knife Wufeng' in front of him is likely to be the reincarnation of the Martial Saint, the son of the **** who has returned to his ancestors, otherwise it would be difficult to explain such a monster!
"Old Zombie...Senior Celestial Corpse! Save me! Save me!"
At this moment, a cry for help resounded in the distance like a drowning man grabbing a straw. It was Venerable Xuan Ming.
Xuanming Divine Pill was broken, Master Xuanming was instantly old and sluggish, and his breath fell rapidly. Facing Su Changkong, he was already unable to resist, but he thought of the old corpse.
This old corpse is definitely the top powerhouse in the evil demon sect. It is unfathomable. Master Xuanming's only hope of survival is for the old corpse to help!
This made Venerable Xuan Ming cry out for help regardless of his dignity. To seize this chance, he cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers, and even had the ambition to reach the top, and he was unwilling to die here.
The old corpse stood on the spot with an expressionless face, motionless, he understood that Master Xuan Ming was already dead, and even if he wanted to make a move, it was too late!
"Do not…"
Venerable Xuan Ming's body trembled, and before a word was uttered in his mouth, the icy blade swept across his neck, and a head flew up, and there was still intense fear and unwillingness in his eyes.
Venerable Xuan Ming's broken neck splattered with blood, his head fell heavily on the ground, and his body also fell softly.
This person who has cultivated pseudo-magical powers can be called a master of martial arts. In the past, it was enough to run rampant for a while, but just after exiting the border, the first battle was his last battle! Died on the spot!
"Hoo!"
Su Changkong exhaled, Master Xuan Ming's pseudo-magical powers are indeed powerful, but unfortunately his sword soul is invincible and hard to resist, even his pseudo-magical powers have been cracked by the sword soul, and there is only one way to die.
"Are you going to try my knife too?"
Beheading Master Xuan Ming, Su Changkong calmly looked at the old corpse staring here from a distance, and he said indifferently.
This old corpse is unfathomable, he is no less powerful than Master Xuan Ming, and most of them are those who have cultivated pseudo-supernatural powers many years ago. In Su Changkong's feeling, the old corpse is more powerful than Master Xuan Ming. Danger!
(end of this chapter)
RECENTLY UPDATES
Action
Action
Action
Drama
Drama
Josei
Action
Action