The Buddha's light gradually became stable, and Kongji finally saw Master Xianhui's face clearly. For a moment, even he felt a little absent-minded.
The former Master Xianhui was already very beautiful, but she only showed the majesty and coolness of a super powerful sect leader, but now what is shown in front of him is full of grace and elegance. Even though she is wearing a plain gown, she still makes people feel like It is as gorgeous and noble as a decent palace costume, as if she is a noble princess walking out of a painting.
Just a cold glance made Kongji feel ashamed. Everything in the world had lost its color. Only the brilliant Buddha light shrouded it, and everything within a hundred miles turned golden.
"The fifth decline of heavenly beings! Haha, you can't help but burst out with all your cultivation. Soon the heaven will be able to sense it. By then, let alone Huanhua Temple, even the virtual realm will no longer be able to stay." After a few breaths, the sky was silent. Only then did he wake up from the shock and turned to speak ecstatically.
Master Xianhui glanced at him coldly and said, "Shameless villain, you want to kill this sect. I tell you that even if the time is short, it will be more than enough to kill you."
Kong Ji smiled and said: "That's wrong, I don't want to kill you. Now that I have achieved my goal, if you want to kill me, it won't be that easy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the empty figure suddenly became illusory, stretching hundreds of ways, as if it were in front of him, but also seemed to be hundreds of miles away. It was impossible to tell the difference. Find out which one is the real body.
Master Xianhui's eyes widened, and the relic sword thrust out, the sword light passing through the illusory figure like a straight line.
"snort!"
There was a muffled groan, but soon, hundreds of figures slowly dissipated like ripples on the lake, and finally disappeared.
Master Xianhui moved, and after crossing the distance of a hundred feet, he looked at the ground, only to see a pool of blood left on the ground. He sighed: "It's a pity that he escaped after all. Zen Heart Breathing Technique, Divine Zen Staff Technique , the snake-shaped flower-piercing hand, the purple thunder staff technique, the wind-controlling shadow body technique, and the thirty-six unique skills of Zen Dingshan, he has mastered them so thoroughly."
"As far as I know, he is also good at twelve special skills such as Relic Finger, Demon-Suppressing Sword Technique, Nirvana Claw, and Thousand Buddha's Hands. Adding in the ones he has used before, there are seventeen special skills, which is close to half. This man is extraordinary. , and with a deep scheming, this trip to Qinglian Virtual Realm may be full of dangers, so we must tell Qingya and Qingyi the news."
But before she could make a move, a huge hole suddenly opened up in the sky. Immediately afterwards, another strong suction force came from the hole. Master Xianhui smiled bitterly in her heart. It had been a long time since she reached the fifth decline of heavenly beings. For the stability of Fanhua Temple, they have been suppressing their cultivation. Now in a fierce battle, they can only use their full strength and can no longer cover it up.
"That's all, it all depends on their fate!" After gathering his mood, he didn't care about anything else, and flew away along the entrance of the cave.
After a long time, Kong Ji's figure transformed again, looking at the remaining space fluctuations in the sky, he said calmly: "Xianhui goes to the tomb of the gods. From now on, no one can stop our sect's plan, hehehe... "
Less than half an hour passed, and after both of them left, a purple figure slowly stepped out of the fog, it was Cheng Ling.
"Huh... It seems like a battle just broke out here. The sword energy fluctuated so strongly that even the ground sank so much. This sword energy... Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique, could it be... Qingya and Qingyi?"
Cheng Ling was confused, but after a moment he rejected his judgment. The two girls Qingya and Qingyi were trained as four-star immortal emperors. To cause such a degree of damage, the two warring parties must be at least eight-star immortal emperors. His intuition was better than Qiao's. Xuan is even stronger.
The land under his feet was yellow-brown, covered with sand and gravel, and very dry. It felt like a desolate Gobi Desert. However, after searching for a while, Cheng Ling's eyes turned to the front, and he felt an indescribable wave. , this wave of coldness spreads from the earth to your feet.
"This is... the cold and cold air, such a strong cold and cold air."
Suddenly, right in front of Cheng Ling, in the center of an underground space, a gap suddenly appeared on the extremely flat ground. The gap was three feet wide, and it was dark and seemed to lead to an endless abyss.
Immediately, the ground shook slightly, as if something was condensing deeper underground, following that line
A gap with a diameter of three feet spurted out.
With a bang, it rose into the sky like a fountain. The white liquid contained a trace of mist. It instantly rose to a height of hundreds of meters, and then dispersed, like a huge open umbrella, covering thousands of people. Meter radius, then scattered.
If a heavy rain falls, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of meters will be filled with thick white mist. It will continuously spurt out from the three-foot-diameter hole. The white mist within hundreds of meters will become thicker and thicker, and gradually liquefy into droplets. The water drops dripped, and a trace of cold air was hidden in them. added a bit of agility and depth to the white water drops.
It is true that misfortunes come from blessings. A great battle between Master Xianhui and Master Kongji not only destroyed the underground palace, but also destroyed the Yin Pond under the underground palace. Coincidentally, this Yin Pond is exactly where the virtual world is. The source of the Yin Pond contains five times the Yin-Cold power of an ordinary Yin Pond.
Countless liquids surged out from the ground and sky, pouring into the deep pit formed by the battle between Master Xianhui and Master Kongji. It was completely covered in less than a cup of tea. A huge cold aura permeated the air, sweeping around like a storm, and kept vibrating away, just like the waves of a river that continued, getting farther and farther.
Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling... Amazing sounds are constantly surging out from the spring, like rolling thunder.
Cheng Ling was stunned and quickly realized that such a huge momentum could easily attract other monks.
This bursting Yin Pond will never allow others to get involved. As long as he can practice here for a period of time, he might be able to advance to the Eight Star Immortal Emperor.
He moved around and circled around the newly formed lake. The speed in the first few circles was not fast, but later it became faster and faster. In his hands, one by one was engraved with mysterious patterns. The formation pillars hit the ground, and the thunderous sound suddenly became much lighter.
That's not all. As the formation continues to improve, the overflowing cold aura also begins to converge, and the already blurry environment around it becomes more illusory, and even light cannot penetrate it.
In this way, most of the day passed, and the eighth-grade concealment formation and shielding formation slowly rose. Even if other monks sensed the fluctuations here, they would not be able to find them in a short time.
After doing all this, Cheng Ling came to the edge of the spring, sat cross-legged, and still stretched out only one finger, intending to absorb the cold air.
But this time, it was different from before. As soon as Cheng Ling got closer, the white mist enveloped his whole body, and the rich and pure cold breath quickly penetrated into his body from every part of his body. Not only that, his whole body The acupoints seemed to be out of control, and the cold air poured in like a torrent.
Cheng Ling was shocked. With such unlimited absorption, his body would soon be burst. In desperation, he could only transfer the exercises with all his strength, and perform physical and Qi refining simultaneously to strive for maximum refining.
Yin-cold vortices formed in the tendons one after another, from vague to clear, and getting bigger and bigger. Even the strengthened tendons felt unbearable and were destroyed and torn again.
And those vortices are not under his own command. They continue to absorb the cold air that pours into the body, causing the vortex's movement speed to gradually increase. As the speed gets faster, more and more cold air pours into the body.
Cheng Ling gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. When those vortexes tore the tendons apart, he mobilized the immortal energy to flow around. The endurance of the tendons alone was really limited, so it depends on how much his ninth-level spiritual body can hold. The power of coldness.
This is a very strange scene. In the past, monks practiced, whether they were refining Qi or refining body, to absorb energy from the outside world to strengthen themselves, but Cheng Ling did the opposite, and the cold aura was incorporated bit by bit from the inside out. into the organs, bones, muscles, and skin.
And these alone cannot withstand the cutting power of the cold cyclone. The body is constantly injured and healed, and the cycle repeats. The spiritual body that has reached the late ninth level seems to have been tempered again and again, making every part of it reorganized. Be stronger.
Time passed slowly, and suddenly, a strong aura erupted from Cheng Ling's body. The cold aura that surged in couldn't help but pause, as if it was expelled from his body, But soon, it swept back and surrounded his figure again.
Cheng Ling, who was in the vast white mist, was ecstatic in his heart. After several tug-of-wars with the cold air, his body training practice progressed first, reaching the perfection of the ninth level spiritual body, which was already the limit of his body training practice.
With the improvement of his spiritual body, Cheng Ling's endurance was also greatly enhanced. The cold breath spread to every part of his body and was integrated into it bit by bit. The golden particles in his veins began to gradually increase and become larger and larger.
Cheng Ling could feel that a wonderful change was taking place in his body. This change would not make him stronger or faster, but it would make his body tougher and possess more energy. Strong defense, stronger resistance to harsh environments, and significantly improved life-saving and survivability capabilities.
But these are far from enough. For now, cultivation is the shortcoming. The bright red blood has been dyed with a faint golden light, and even the immortal essence seems to be coated with a layer of gold. Mobilize the golden immortal essence to move towards The Eight-Star Immortal Emperor's barrier launched attacks again and again.
The spring water decreased sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Cheng Ling's body was like a greedy sponge, absorbing it crazily.
According to the original cultivation speed, at least five or more Yin Ponds would be needed to meet such progress. But unexpectedly, when the opportunity came, everything fell into place.
One day, two days, one month, two months...
Suddenly, all the internal organs in the body trembled together, making a thunderous sound, the muscles and bones kept trembling, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, the immortal energy gurgled like a sea, the skin vibrated like a big drum, and every part of the body was violently shaking. Cheng Ling knew that the Eight Star Immortal Emperor's shackles had finally been broken.
Just like a long whale sucking water, an astonishing suction force suddenly emerged from the deepest part of the body. The next moment, he swallowed and inhaled like a glutton, directly absorbing all the cold air in and around his body.
Boom!
Waves of mighty roaring sounds resounded in Cheng Ling's body, like thousands of horses galloping, like thousands of thunders exploding. It was so majestic that only he could hear it, and it was very deafening.
As the roar exploded in the body, it seemed as if a force penetrated the body to form the Great Zhoutian. After the Eight-Star Immortal Emperor, his cultivation level was still improving. In the early stage of the Eight-Star...the middle stage... It wasn’t until the later stages that he stopped!
