Not long after returning to the Yuqing Sect, the Yuqing Sect Leader privately summoned Fengling to come to the Yuqing Hall for a long talk. He received confirmation of his enlightenment and answered questions in his practice. Afterwards, he was arranged to enter. Experience in the back mountains of Yuqingzong.
"Ang——" In the deep mountains and jungles, a high-pitched dragon roar echoed from a strange pool, shaking the entire mountain forest and causing thousands of ferocious beasts to crawl.
At this moment, a row of water columns emerged in the center of the Bibo Pond. Feng Ling stepped on it lightly and closed his eyes tightly. While swiping his spear, he threw out white dragons made of energy and merged into the pond water. He frowned and felt what was happening in the water around him. different subtle fluctuations.
"So that's it!" This state continued for an unknown amount of time. Feng Ling suddenly opened his eyes with golden light, and waved the fire-tip gun again, but a strange ripple was produced.
"Ang——" A roar shook the sky, but a ferocious white dragon with a condensed body suddenly strangled out from the tip of the fire-pointed spear, bringing with it an unyielding will that shocked the world.
This dragon is lifelike, with clearly visible lines of silver-white scales shining brightly, and a lock of dragon whiskers fluttering in the wind. The entire dragon body is more than ten feet long. With a grab of the dragon's claws and a swing of the dragon's tail, it is shocking and unstoppable. visual impact.
However, this is not the most bizarre thing about this dragon. The most bizarre thing is that when this dragon submerged into the pond with its huge body and a huge impact, the water surface was as calm as a mirror, and surprisingly it did not cause a single ripple. .
It wasn't until the dragon broke out of the water again that it brought up several water pillars that soared into the sky and suddenly exploded in the air, scattering pieces of water mist.
"Is this the real weapon spirit? Its power is much higher than before!"
Feng Ling's eyes flashed brightly, and Bailong suddenly turned around, roared, and opened his bloody mouth to devour it in one gulp. However, he was not afraid. He raised his gun lightly with his arm, and accurately hit Bailong's eyebrows with one shot.
Crystal drops of water slid down the dragon's whiskers. Feng Ling raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this. One man and one dragon were facing each other in the air, with a spear in the middle. The scene at this moment was very beautiful.
"Take it!" Feng Ling muttered the mantra, and Bai Long, who was full of arrogance just a moment ago, suddenly became sluggish. He roared and turned into a white light that penetrated into the fire-tip spear. Before disappearing, there was still a very human flash in the dragon's eyes. There was a sense of loss.
Seeing this scene, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. When the ghost spirit master reaches the twelfth rank of cultivation, he can cultivate and condense the weapon spirit by spending his mind. The manifestation of the weapon spirit's true body is only after the cultivation of the ghost spirit master reaches the thirteenth rank, can he initially master the cast. A great magical power.
Back then, during the battle with the Jade Qing Sect, Feng Ling used the opportunity to display the true form of the weapon spirit for the first time, with the peak cultivation level of the twelfth rank.
You must know that at that time, he had just accepted the Spirit Condensation inheritance, and despite his rapid improvement in cultivation, he did not have enough time to comprehend the Condensation Artifact Spirit.
However, in the end, he relied on his indomitable and indestructible will to forcibly summon the true form of the weapon spirit. This move secretly surprised many knowledgeable and powerful people.
"Next, it's you... I hope my judgment is correct..."
Putting away the fire-tip spear, Feng Ling looked at the green ball of light that appeared in the palm of his hand, with black lines flowing faintly. His eyes flickered, and he had already made up his mind.
"Pfft--" The water in the Bibo Pond splashed in all directions, causing ripples to reverberate on the surface of the water. However, it was Feng Ling who escaped into the bottom of the pond. Then, he made seals with his hands and was immersed in a mysterious and unpredictable artistic conception.
Time passed by like water, and autumn passed and winter came again. A thick layer of frost formed on the surface of Bibo Pond, blocking out the falling diamond-shaped snowflakes from the outside world and all the coldness in the world, leaving only a trace of warmth at the bottom of the pond.
Feng Ling's one-year journey of hard training at the bottom of the Bibo Pond began. During this period, Feng Tianjue also came to look for him three times, but every time he was in a mysterious state of concentration during the induction of spiritual consciousness.
This made Feng Tianjue feel happy for Fengling to have this opportunity, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel very depressed. Every time he shook his head and left with a sigh, his voice sounded a little lonely, and his back looked a little weathered.
It was obvious that during this period of time, Feng Tianjue had worked too hard and consumed a lot of his energy, which caused his body to show signs of age and fatigue.
"Oh, I asked you to come to Bibo Pond to understand the true form of the weapon spirit, but you secretly practiced in seclusion. In the past year, too many unexpected changes have happened. I just feel that I have no skills and can't sleep day and night. But you are hiding in here,
I feel free and at ease, no matter how the outside world is turned upside down..."
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and Feng Tianjue was exuding a trace of heat, blocking the coldness. He once again dragged his tired body to the Bibo Pond, sat down on a huge rock beside the pond, looked at the thick ice in despair and sighed. .
