Cheng Ling smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that he was a little too ambitious. The distance of twenty meters was the limit. Unless he mastered the laws of space, it would be possible to improve again.
Now, he finally understands how painful it was for Yun Jingwen to suffer backlash. With her ninth-level perfect spiritual body strength, she would be severely damaged even if she squeezed the space, let alone the backlash she suffered in Canglan Continent. .
He sat down cross-legged, took out some elixirs from the storage ring, and thought about his next action while recovering.
After his cultivation has reached the late eight-star stage, he has passed through almost ten places in the middle-grade twelfth virtual realm, and there are still two places left to go to the upper-grade virtual realm. The intensity of the cold air in the above-grade virtual realm may be increased again.
Another point is the problem of the immortal energy in the body. The pure yang power and the yin-cold power are out of balance, and more yin-cold power is needed to supplement them. After the balance is completely achieved, one's combat power can have a qualitative improvement. leap.
In this case, wait until the injury recovers and then go to the high-grade virtual world!
He looked inside the space inside his body and found that the dividing line below the space became more obvious. Going down the dividing line, the thirty-six cold planets were reduced to twelve, but the size became larger, Under the planet, the entire continent exudes a strong cold atmosphere, and its area has increased tenfold.
But generally speaking, the entire space is the same as his own body. The cold and yin aura is still at a disadvantage and cannot be compared with the pure yang aura.
With the help of the elixir, Cheng Ling recovered from his injuries in less than five days. His figure flickered, and when he reappeared the next moment, he was already more than two thousand miles away.
If those Immortal Emperor monks were allowed to see such a distance, they would definitely not believe it, because even the top eight-star Immortal Emperors usually have a distance of a thousand miles, and only a few can reach 1,500 miles. Cheng Ling, on the other hand, crossed two thousand miles in an instant. This was the difference between his strong understanding and the mysteries of space, and as he became more proficient in casting spells, this distance might be able to be increased.
Quickly passing through the eleventh virtual world, Cheng Ling went directly to the twelfth middle-grade virtual world without stopping or intending to search for evil places.
The thirty-six virtual worlds are very mysterious. They do not exist in a fixed order. Every time you switch, you will go to another interface that you have never been to. You can only go forward, not backward, and you can only go through all twelve low-level virtual worlds. It is possible to transfer to a higher level interface.
For example, Cheng Ling's current location is the eleventh middle-grade virtual world he has entered, but at the same time, other monks may only be in the same virtual world for the first time. This is completely random.
Just when Cheng Ling broke into the twelfth middle-grade virtual world, the relic beads originally hanging on his chest suddenly lit up. He paused and suddenly remembered that this relic was given to him quietly by Qingya before entering the Green Lotus Void Realm. Its function was to sense each other's positions.
It can be deduced from this that Qingya and Qingyi, or the monks from Fanhua Temple, must be nearby.
"Go and take a look first. If it's not them, go directly to the high-grade virtual world." Cheng Ling muttered silently and followed the direction sensed by the relic bead and escaped.
After shrinking to the ground twice, the figure gradually emerged from the fog. With a sweep of his consciousness, he found dozens of figures gathered in front of him. On one side were the three disciples of Fanhua Temple, Qingya, Qingyi, and Master Mingzhi. On the other side were dozens of people. There were more, twenty-three in total, surrounding the three of them.
Cheng Ling did not step forward immediately. From the first time he went to Fanhua Temple, he felt that Master Mingzhi was too scheming and had an average opinion of him. There was no need to put a hot face on a cold butt. He should wait and see first to see if anything happened. It's not too late to take action.
Under the operation of the breath gathering technique, there were only subtle fluctuations of immortal energy, and none of the twenty monks in the field noticed it.
The three women stand in the shape of a pin, with Master Mingzhi in front and two women, Qingya and Qingyi, behind. I heard an indifferent voice say: "King Garuda and King Maharaja, what do you want to do by blocking the way?"
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A tall and very strong monk right in front laughed and said, "It turns out to be Master Mingzhi. First of all, congratulations to Master Mingzhi on being crowned the leader of the sect.
I have heard that the sword canon of Fanhua Temple is the highest spiritual method of Buddhism. I wonder if I can lend it to me for review. "
Master Mingzhi's face darkened. The other party actually coveted the supreme inheritance of Fanhua Temple. As for his becoming the sect leader, it was not a secret. As we all know, Fanhua Temple received ten Buddhist weapons and the relic sword and the Nine Dragons Amber Armor.
The relic sword is held by Master Xianhui, and another piece of Nine Dragons Amber Armor is worn on her body. Now, the relic sword and the Nine Dragons Amber Armor are both on her body, which can only mean that Master Xianhui can no longer suppress her power. Cultivation, go to the tomb of the gods.
Originally, Master Xianhui was in charge, and the eight tribes did not dare to act rashly. But now, Master Xianhui left, and in this green lotus virtual realm, to put it bluntly, even if they kill these three people and then snatch Mingzhi. No one knows about the two Buddhist weapons belonging to Master Tai.
The battle between the Broken Leaf Buddhist Kingdom and the Taoist Sect suffered a heavy blow. Most of the Buddhist monks either died or fled. Only some elites among the eight tribes survived. If you can get the sword manual and two Buddhist weapons, Maybe it won’t take long to make a comeback!
While King Garuda was thinking about this, another monk with a snake head and human body said impatiently: "King Garuda, don't talk nonsense to them. The night is long and you have many dreams. Grab two Buddhist weapons as soon as possible. As for the two bhikkhunis behind you, She does look very graceful, and she can be taken back to be my king’s concubine hehe..."
Qingya and Qingyi's expressions changed. King Maharaja's words seemed to penetrate into their minds, making the two women feel uncomfortable.
Master Mingzhi sighed in his heart, I am afraid things will be difficult to correct today. This trip came to Qinglianxu Realm. There were only four people in Fanhua Temple. Master Xianhui was originally in charge, and he was not afraid of these Buddhist demons. But he didn't expect Xianhui to go to the tomb of the gods. Apparently something happened, and he was forced to Fight the enemy with all your strength.
Although she was not interested in the friendship between Qingya and Qingyi, they were the future of Fanhua Temple. After a moment of silence, she sent a message and said, "I will use all my strength to hold them back. You guys should leave quickly."
Qingya and Qingyi were startled and said hurriedly: "Uncle Master, if we don't leave, we will die together!"
"It's stupid. You should keep the green hills alive. Don't be afraid of running out of firewood. Death is not the most terrible thing. It's rare to live humiliatingly and bear the burden. Do you want the disciples of Fanhua Temple to become lonely ghosts like them?" Urgently However, Master Mingzhi's words were not heard, and everyone in the room heard them.
King Maharaja said angrily: "You are seeking death!"
As soon as the words fell, a cold and murderous intention swept over them like a waterfall from the sky, causing the expressions of the three women to change. I saw a flash of domineering blood-red sword light splitting the sky, and with the ultimate murderous intention, beheaded Master Xiang Mingzhi.
This knife made the world turn pale, and the terrifying pressure of the knife cut across the hard surface, leaving a long knife mark.
Under the pressure of this knife, Qingya and Qingyi felt like the end was coming. Death was coming. The terrifying pressure made them unable to move. It was as if the sky and the earth were squeezing at the same time, turning into giant knives that were about to strike. Into powder.
Master Mingzhi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly burst out with unparalleled aura. With all his strength, the relic sword turned into a majestic sword light and shot through the air, facing the terrifying bloody sword. Light.
With a bang, the blood-colored sword light was shattered, Mingzhi Shitai's body shook slightly. King Mohou Luojia took another step forward, and the blood-colored sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, with extremely violent killing intent, and he killed fiercely. to.
Infused with immortal essence, Master Mingzhi Taizhou's body exuded a layer of bland Buddha light, and at the same time stimulated the defensive power of the Nine Dragons Amber Armor. Nine pale golden dragons circled and danced, temporarily restraining the razor-sharp sword light.
The next moment, there was a roar from the relic sword, and a purple lotus with a radius of about ten feet bloomed in the void. The purple light suddenly exploded, covering thousands of meters in radius. Everything in its path was reflected in the blooming purple lotus. Destroyed in the light, turned into powder.
Lotus Sword Technique!
The overbearing and violent blood-colored sword light was shattered in an instant, and King Mohouluojia was shocked and his body retreated wildly. The others were surrounded by the three women. The monks were affected by the sword energy, and seven of them died instantly.
"You guys leave quickly!" Master Mingzhi shouted angrily when he saw the two women still standing behind him.
scolded.
Qing Ya bit her silver teeth. After all, she was much more troubled than Qing Yi Tong. She grabbed the latter's arm and fled quickly.
But before the two women could take a few steps back, a tall figure came up behind them in an instant, raised his palm and patted it lightly, and the two of them staggered forward and returned behind Master Mingzhi.
"Want to leave? Master Mingzhi, if you kill so many disciples in front of this king, you have to settle the score carefully." It was King Garuda who intervened to stop him.
Master Mingzhi's heart sank. With her fighting prowess, she was not afraid of one-on-one battles, but the two kings, who were the fourth weakest among the gods, were somewhat unable to take care of them.
King Mohou Luojia couldn't bear to talk nonsense with her. The previous impact not only caused him to retreat dozens of feet, but also killed seven disciples. These three people would die no matter what!
He grinned, revealing two sharp snake teeth, and suddenly kicked the ground with both feet. With a bang, the earth shook. Under the bombardment of terrible power, it collapsed instantly, and there was another tyrannical force impact, slashing at an astonishing speed. come over.
Behind him, King Garuda also walked around Qingya and Qingyi, and slapped Master Mingzhi on the back with a red palm print.
Master Mingzhi was attacked from both sides. He knew that if he couldn't hold it back, Qingya and Qingyi would definitely die. He immediately let out a spring thunder in his tongue, screamed and then rose into the sky. He drew two purple sword lights from a high position and attacked separately. King Garuda and King Maharaja.
The remaining dozen monks were not idle either. Seeing the two elders concentrating on dealing with Master Mingzhi, they all swayed and each used their own magical weapons to attack Qingya and Qingyi.
The two women drew out their swords together, blooming into two pale golden lotuses, each petal containing fierce sword energy, and fought with the dozen monks.
The two sides were divided into two battlefields. The swords of Qingya and Qingyi were combined. The Wanhua Swordsmanship was Fanhuaan's supreme martial art, so it didn't matter for a while. On the contrary, Mingzhi Shitai was one against two, and both of them were in the Eight Divisions. The king among the crowd is already at his wits end.
Cheng Ling observed for a moment and sighed secretly. Then he came to Qingya and Qingyi in a flash. He swung his sword and killed all the more than ten monks from the Eight Tribes in the blink of an eye.
