Ming Linlang's blue eyes bloomed with brilliance, the spiritual power in her body suddenly exploded, the dojo opened, and with the blessing of Tianlan's blood, it extended infinitely on the sea here.
The sword energy and the law of water merged, and suddenly, all the water power on the sea turned into swords.
The sword energy was so sharp that it could destroy all enemies in the world. It was like a rain of swords fell on the world. With a few swish sounds, thirty or forty strange evil objects were penetrated by the sword energy and turned into fly ash and fell into the sea.
Determination flashed across Ming Linlang's face. Now that the spiritual power in her body was flowing away as soon as she opened the dojo, even with the supplement of the spiritual energy from the water on the sea, it could not be used for a long time.
"Quick victory!"
Following the order, the Nascent Soul cultivators in the same camp with her were obviously led by her, and each of them performed the strongest divine channel technique. Some formed a formation, or cooperated with each other. With the help of Sword Domain, The power is doubled.
The Kunlun disciples exerted the superimposed power of Kunlun Que, and the Ming family disciples jointly stimulated the power of blood and stirred the vortex of the deep sea.
I don't know how long the battle lasted, but the whole sea was covered with the remains of the evil creature's body and black debris, as well as the remains of the monk's body, which was scarlet and bloody.
Most of Ming Linlang's white clothes were stained red by blood. Her figure was shaking a little. The sword dojo had been taken back and it had been maintained for too long. The spiritual energy attracted by the bloodline was continuously converted into spiritual power and then used to maintain the dojo for killing. , the physical wear and tear on her body was too great, causing her energy to be a little weak at the moment.
But this wave of evil invasion was finally suppressed.
She barely kept her body upright, and the coldness in her eyes was getting thicker. This evil species was called "Yin evil insect" by them. The cultivator who was bitten by the bloody mouth would be invaded by a Yin evil spirit, which would continue to flow into the body. Cannibalizing flesh, flesh, and essence, even a monk will be consumed into a withered skeleton.
However, all the lost life sources were incorporated into the body of the culprit through unknown means. A few days ago, there were more than 300 people in a small fishing village on the coast of Tianhai, including some young monks who had practiced Qi and entered Taoism. No one was spared, and the corpse was in the capital. Being eaten up.
The disciple below reported the battle situation. Ming Linlang pursed her lips slightly and wanted to sigh, but she didn't and swallowed it in her throat.
There are a total of sixty-seven people on this trip including himself, all of whom are Nascent Soul cultivators, including Kunlun disciples and Ming clan disciples who support him.
If it weren't for the Nascent Soul's cultivation, it would be completely powerless to resist those evil things, and it would just be a mouthful of blood.
But this is the case, twenty-one people were slightly injured, nine people were seriously injured, and six people died.
Ming Linlang had led such a battle more than once, but she still felt the chill rising. These evil species seemed to be in an endless stream, crawling out from the bottom of the deep sea one after another. Once they came ashore, they devoured the flesh and blood of all living creatures to nourish themselves.
What a disaster.
She closed her eyes, but opened them the next moment. There was no trace of cowardice or hesitation in her extremely clear eyes.
He has been fighting for more than a year, and now his cultivation is about to reach its peak.
In the late Nascent Soul stage, Ming Linlang was at the peak of the mid-stage stage. She had a premonition that within three months, she would be able to seize the opportunity to break through the bottleneck and complete her promotion.
She glanced at the Qianqiu Sword in her hand. The sword was clear and silver, not stained by any drop of blood. It was still clean after all the iron-blooded killings. She even vaguely felt that something had changed. Every time she killed the evil species, there was a drop of blood in the sword. There is an undetectable mysterious power.
This is Ming Linlang's destiny. She can detect any abnormality very clearly, but it is only after the mysterious power has accumulated to a certain extent that she can detect the traces.
It is a mysterious golden brilliance that outlines very small patterns on the sword body. It is difficult to see clearly even if the silver-white sword body is lined with gold patterns.
But Ming Linlang didn't think it was a bad thing, because she could sense that the sword, which had been passed down from generation to generation by the Ming family and was almost a divine object, was getting stronger.
It's like slowly filling in something that should be there.
She led the monks back to the camp to rest and recuperate. The next evil invasion jointly determined by the diviners and array masters was only ten days away. They must ensure that their strength is restored to its peak.
In order to deal with this disaster, it is necessary to arrange large formations and other means.
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Pei Xihe is a newly promoted god, but she resisted the Five-Nine Thunder Tribulation with her physical body, absorbed all its power to nourish herself, and received the Holy Glory of the innate vision. Her current cultivation level can be said to be solid. , her magic power is far superior to those in the same realm, and even mid-term monks are rarely comparable to her. This is due to the fact that she is a third spiritual root cultivator and a third spiritual cultivator.
Such rapid cultivation is inseparable from a magical place like the Eternal Immortal Temple. This makes Pei Xihe even more looking forward to using that key to enter the Immortal Temple next time. By then, his cultivation will be stronger, and the opportunities and fortunes he can obtain will be greater. More.
But Rao has a deep foundation, and she also stayed in seclusion for more than a month at the request of her master to stabilize her state.
There is no way. After all, there is a kind of retreat called retreat. The master thinks you should retreat.
When the day came for her to leave seclusion, she said goodbye to her master and prepared to go to the Endless Sea.
Cultivators must not be greedy for ease. She has already accumulated a lot of experience in the early stage and laid a deep foundation. If she is now in a state where she is immersed in hard work, she will not gain much. Fighting is the best way for her to improve her cultivation.
Zhao Hanfeng happily agreed and gave the Qinglingzhou, a first-grade spiritual weapon, to himself. Now he and Zhao Qingtang are among the top monks standing in this world. The speed of the spiritual boat at full power is far inferior to that of the Qinglingzhou. Naturally, It's not very useful, but it's just right for her little disciple.
Although Qing Lingzhou's speed was not as fast as when she used the Golden Crow's speed, it was three points faster than Pei Xihe's normal air control.
She has accumulated enough high-grade spiritual stones in the Immortal Temple, and now she doesn't have to worry about the expenses when activating them. It is really an excellent transportation tool.
Considering the chaos of Hengji's newly ascended golden elixir and the evil species in the endless sea, out of many concerns, we still comforted it and handed it over to the current pig-raising expert Zhao Qingtang to take care of it.
In this way, Pei Xihe and Helian Jiucheng, the white fox, rode the green spirit boat towards the sky and sea realm of the endless sea.
That night.
Pei Xihe stood on the chopping board of the spirit boat and saw that the night was dark, with thick clouds forming a mass, covering the bright moon. However, within a few moments, it passed away with the wind, revealing the bright jade plate.
Hanging high in the sky, not stained by the world.
There was something inexplicable in her heart.
Pei Xihe focused his attention on the extremely quiet mutton-fat white jade in the small world of the sun and moon. This object is still placed in it without any reaction.
Senior Sister Ming, Ming Linlang, Linlang, a beautiful jade person.
She looked up at the bright moon.
I'm afraid that the female ancient immortal really has some kind of connection with her. Could it be that the Ming clan is the blood descendant of this ancient immortal?
She shook her head and discarded the idea, but she curled her lips and smiled. After several years of separation, we could always see each other again.
