The illusory long sword in Cheng Ling's mind continued to condense in the tempering of the cold air, and the attributes of the sword's intention were also slowly improving. The cold air inside the gate is endless, constantly erupting from the deepest part.
One day passed, and after absorbing three black stones, the sword intent increased to 97%;
Three days later, it reached 98%;
Ten days later, it increased to 99%;
At this time, Cheng Ling's resistance to the cold air was greatly strengthened, and he unconsciously went deeper inside.
As he walked, the extremely strong cold air washed over his body and poured into his mind. The sword's will was more efficient against erosion and tempering.
I don’t know how long I walked inside, but the cold air passing around me was already so strong that it reached the limit of the gas. Occasionally, a few wisps of liquid cold air would appear.
"We're almost reaching our limit!" Cheng Ling sat down cross-legged and began to practice again.
Fifteen days have passed, and I don’t know how many black stones have been used. The illusory sword in my mind made a "buzzing" sound, as if it had condensed into substance and was about to burst out of the body.
Opening his eyes, two rays of golden light burst out from his eyes, piercing through the rich cold air, leaving two golden tracks tens of meters long, which shone for more than ten breaths before gradually dissipating.
The 100% sword intent showed unparalleled sharpness, nothing could stop it, even the void seemed to be cut through. It felt powerful, very powerful. Cheng Ling could not believe how powerful his sword technique was with the blessing of 100% of his sword intention.
Facing the monks in the middle stage of Mahayana, we are sure to fight!
To be able to compete with middle-stage Mahayana monks by overcoming tribulations and perfect cultivation is simply a fantasy in Canglan Continent. The chief disciple of the nine major forces can only remain undefeated at the peak of the Tribulation Tribulation and the early stage of Mahayana. If he wants to win, it is simply impossible.
At this moment, Cheng Ling had some confidence to fight against the nine major forces.
I calmed down and felt the cold air in the space. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of place this place was and why there was such a strong cold air. Moreover, this cold air was similar to the feeling of mummy in the Danwang Valley. The aura is very similar, but the grade is much higher.
"When I came here, my sword intention got the opportunity and reached the perfect state. Why don't we look forward and see if there is anything weird about it?"
He muttered to himself, his sword intention reached perfection, the cold air had a much smaller impact on him, and he continued walking forward slowly.
After walking for about a stick of incense, the feeling in the air changed. The cold air had condensed into liquid airflow. The scenery on both sides also changed. There were no longer black stones under my feet. , but gray crystals the size of soybeans, the cold air has reached its limit!
Energy can be divided into three states, gas, liquid, and solid.
The gaseous state is the initial form, and it is also the form with the thinnest energy. Once the energy is concentrated to the limit, it will evolve into a liquid state, just like a monk in the Qi refining stage, which gradually purifies and becomes rich, and turns into true essence after advancing to foundation building.
The energy of the liquid state is many times greater than that of the gaseous state in terms of quantity and purity.
In the solid state, after the liquid state reaches its limit, it is further purified and condensed into a solid. The energy contained in it is many times that of the liquid state.
These soybean-sized crystals are the evolution of cold and cold energy from gaseous state to
A product in which a liquid condenses back into a solid state.
He carefully put more than thirty crystals the size of quail eggs into the storage ring. He looked up and saw that the road ahead had reached the end, and where he stood was a cliff.
Below the cliff is an endless sea of fire. The flames in the sea of fire turn into a strange green color, and what they emit is not a scorching aura, but a cold and cold aura.
Cheng Ling couldn't help but shudder in his heart. What kind of place was this place? How could he survive such a flame area? Just standing on the edge felt the cold air invade his soul. If he entered the sea of fire, he would not be able to withstand it.
"The sword intention has reached perfection, and the harvest from this trip has been great. I don't know what kind of crisis exists in the sea of fire. It is better to leave as soon as possible and wait until the cultivation level reaches the Mahayana stage in the future to explore again."
Thinking of this, he was ready to turn around and leave.
But just as he turned around, the call in his mind came again.
"Come...come...come...!"
This call directly invaded his soul, like a demon, and made him stop again. Looking at the sea of fire rolling violently in front of him, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged on the ground.
The hands were connected on the body, and mysterious restrictions hit the body one by one. The sword element was running at a high speed to resist the cold air emanating from the air. With a thought, the sword species was suspended within a foot in front of him, and all the yin energy around his body was absorbed into it.
He suddenly felt a little more relaxed. He stretched out his palms and used meteor fire in his left hand and glass fire in his right hand. Two bright flames enveloped his whole body.
Through various means, the coldness in the air was greatly reduced, as if it were outside the gate. He opened his eyes, activated the gravity technique, and slowly flew over the sea of fire.
As soon as he entered the sea of fire, the cold air suddenly strengthened several times, but under the many defense methods, he could still withstand it. He didn't dare to increase his speed too fast all at once, and just flew forward slowly.
After a long time, it was estimated that I had entered the sea of fire for ten miles, and the call in my mind became stronger. Twenty miles later, the coldness increased a level, and the clothes on my body began to freeze.
Thirty miles, forty miles, fifty miles, there was a squeaking sound in my ears, and the clothes on my body began to crack and fall off in large areas! There seemed to be a layer of frost around the body.
Sixty or seventy miles away, the sword species let out a roar, and the strong cold air made its quality improve a little bit, making it one step closer to the best sword.
Eighty miles away, the call in my mind became stronger, as if whispering in my ears. His spiritual consciousness swept over it, and he seemed to see a golden light hundreds of miles away.
Ninety miles away, the movement of the sword element began to stagnate, the flying speed became even slower, and only a thin layer of the defensive light shield of the two kinds of sky fire remained. However, he also saw clearly the appearance of the golden light, which was like a circular light pillar, pointing straight upward among the green flames.
However, the scene within the golden light could not be seen clearly. After marching forward for ten miles again, reaching a range of a hundred miles, the flame mask was compressed into the body, and the body was covered with a layer of ice. The distance between the spiritual consciousness was greatly reduced, only less than Ten miles.
At this time, he also saw clearly the scene in the golden light. Among the golden light pillars, a dead skeleton was suspended in it, and the calls came from the dead bones.
The withered bones were as big as ordinary people, and the bones all over the body were shrouded in golden light, as if they were golden. The posture of the skeleton is very
Weird, like a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating, holding a long crystal pillar in his hands.
The pillar was light blue, exactly the same as the fairy crystal fragments discovered before, but the vast fairy power emitted from the pillar was hundreds of times that of the fragments.
"Is this a whole fairy crystal? This is so beautiful. The energy contained in this fairy crystal is much more than the fragments collected before. And judging from the transparency of the fairy crystal, it is even higher than the fragments. A level.”
"This is a treasure. If you can get this fairy crystal, you may be able to reach Mahayana perfection. But how do you enter the golden light pillar shrouded outside? Will it attack?"
He murmured to himself, thought for a moment, and did not dare to step forward easily. He took out a treasure from the ring and threw it towards the golden light beam.
The treasure drew an arc, fell through the light pillar, and soon disappeared into the green flames.
"Does this light pillar have no effect and is just the light emitted by the fairy crystal?"
Still uneasy, he took out the Dragon Sword, stretched out his arm, and pointed at the beam of light. The tip of the Dragon Sword quickly disappeared into the golden light, without any unusual changes.
With a little more courage, he moved his body forward again, from the sword body to his arms, and then half of his body, until two-thirds of his body entered the light pillar. A sudden change occurred, and a strong suction force came over, instantly pulling him away. He inhaled.
He was horrified, and he was busy operating his sword to the limit, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. But after waiting for a long time, no attack was seen.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was floating in mid-air, less than two meters away from the withered skeleton. But he felt that his body seemed to be in a strange state. He couldn't go up even if he wanted to, and he couldn't get down even if he wanted to. He could only stay suspended in the air like a dead bone.
Now, I feel depressed. What does it mean to be suspended like this? It feels like walking in space. Without gravity, you can't maintain control of your body.
Force yourself to calm down, there must be some mystery within the light pillar, it is impossible for people to just be suspended in mid-air. Looking up into the sky, the golden light spreads toward the top, with no end in sight. When you lower your head, you will see that it is getting smaller and smaller, and it is also shining with golden light, without any trace.
From this point of view, there is only one way to solve the situation at hand, and that is the withered skeleton in the light pillar.
The two are very close, but without external force, just like astronauts in space, it is extremely difficult to turn around. He stretched his arms hard, and coupled with the length of the Dragon chanting sword, it took him a long time to reach the gap of just two meters.
Beads of sweat broke out on my body. Such an experience was really rare. This is an effect he can only achieve by leveraging his weak space perception and strength because he is good at spatial artistic conception.
The tip of the Dragon Sword touched the withered bone, but it didn't take much effort. After a moment of effort, it just touched it but it couldn't produce an effective attack. In desperation, I can only mobilize the sword species, hoping that sword control skills will not be restricted here.
His mind moved slightly, and the dragon feather sword emerged, approaching the withered bones at a snail's speed. Cheng Ling's mental power was greatly consumed. Using sword control in the beam of light consumed a hundred times as much mental power as outside.
Inching closer to the dead bones, with persistence, the sword finally passed through. The Immortal Crystal held in Withered Bones' hands fell instantly, and a strong suction force came from under him. He could not control his body shape at all, and fell downwards at a very fast speed!
