What does three million spirit stones mean? Even for Ling Ning, a former rich man, it is a lot of wealth. To put it simply, it is enough for a low-level monk to practice for a lifetime, even in a certain sect. It only costs 200,000 spiritual stones to buy a nice "blessed land".
Ling Ning waited for a moment before saying: "By the way, what did you do to Nangong Hong? You won't kill her, right?"
"Hmph, I'm not killing innocent people indiscriminately. I just gave her a little lesson, hehe!"
At night, the two found a stone cave to rest. The cave had two ear rooms, one for each of them.
Ling Ning took out Zhou Wu's storage ring and explored it with her spiritual mind.
Obviously Zhou Wu came down the mountain temporarily, so he did not bring any valuables. There are about 8,000 spirit stones, as well as some clothing, food, wound medicine, and low-level talismans, but there are no treasures. The only thing that made him happy was a "Fading Dust Pill". It seemed that Zhou Wu was on the verge of a breakthrough, so he carried this pill with him.
With this pill, Ling Ning can break through Qi refining and reach the realm of Tuochen, which is already very close to his previous cultivation level. At that moment, he sat cross-legged, took the elixir, and began to gather his true energy.
This was already the second time he had broken through Tie Chen, so it was very smooth. He naturally absorbed all the power of the medicine, and then repaired directly to break through Tie Chen. Just when he was overjoyed, his consciousness suddenly fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in the source space again.
The surroundings were still dark and silent, and the palace owner was still floating in the air with a lazy look, seeming to be thinking about something.
"Palace Master, I saw you again. Why did you disappear after that day?"
The palace owner lazily raised his eyelids, then stretched, his slender and snow-white feet drawing a graceful curve in the air, which attracted Ling Ning's gaze and couldn't move away for a while.
"Thanks to you, I fell asleep for a while and remembered some past events."
"Oh? What past events?"
The palace owner shook his head slightly, as if he didn't intend to tell him.
Ling Ning said helplessly: "Why did you call me here this time?"
"You are wrong. I didn't call you here. On the contrary, you woke me up. It feels like your cultivation has improved a little bit. Well, I will reluctantly give you some proper guidance. "
Ling Ning smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you very much. How are you going to give me guidance?"
"What are your plans? Have you been practicing Xuan Ling Sword Qi? What you have is only part of the skill. Now that you are no longer in Jian Ling Sect, you can't get the rest. If you continue like this, you may not be able to catch up in your lifetime. What about Lingdao and his son?"
Ling Ning sighed: "I don't know what you are talking about. It's just that I have been practicing this skill since I was a child. Except for the swordsmanship, which is pretty good, the others are not outstanding. Besides, I have no other skills in my hand. I can only practice Shui Yuetian’s skills after joining Shui Yuetian.”
The palace owner smiled slightly and said: "You are lucky. I have recovered a little strength now and can open the 'Tiance Mansion' for you. Listen carefully, you only have one hour. You can go inside and get a book of exercises and come out." "
Ling Ning was about to ask where "Tiance Mansion" was, but saw the palace master making several hand seals, and the next moment he fell into the abyss!
When he came to his senses again, he saw a majestic palace in front of him, surrounded by floating stones. It was obvious that this huge palace was floating in the void in some way.
He remembered the one-hour limit mentioned by the palace master, and quickly opened the palace door and walked in.
There was a simple plaque hanging high in the main hall, which read four big characters "The Greatest Path to Simplicity". Other than that, the hall was empty, and there was no door. Just when he was wondering, the four big characters emitted a golden light, and he was instantly sucked into it.
After another round of shaking, he came to his senses and found himself lying on the cold marble floor.
He looked up at his surroundings. He seemed to be in a tower. What he saw were colorful scrolls, jade tubes, and books flying all over the sky. They were like birds, sometimes stopping on the beams, sometimes flying, sometimes in groups. Sometimes they chase each other and play games, and you can even hear the chirping of birds, which is very lively.
"I'm just afraid I'm dreaming..."
He got up from the ground and looked around. Sure enough, he was in a pointed tower. The tower was resplendent with gold and jade, and with the flying scrolls and jade tubes, it would be more appropriate to say that he was in a cage. Birds are those flying skills.
A sword was floating in the air next to him, and a thin booklet was placed on the sword. Ling Ning picked up the book and flipped through a few pages. He felt that the handwriting was somewhat familiar, but the words above were all written in ancient seal script. He didn't recognize them at all, so he had no choice but to put them in his arms.
After a little observation, he probably understood that he needed to fly with his sword to "catch" those skills. There seems to be a hierarchical system among these skills. The higher you go to the top of the tower, the fewer the skills, and the frequency of flying is much lower. Once there are low-level skills that want to cross the level, they will be replaced by the upper-level skills. "attack".
The "attack" methods of these skills are also quite interesting. He guessed that they should be a reduced display of the "ability" of the skills. Through their attack methods, he locked a light blue scroll. This scroll is on the middle floor of the tower. Its attack method is "sword energy", and it even vaguely contains some profound "sword formations", which is in line with his interests.
He no longer hesitated, jumped on the sword and flew into the air. Although he couldn't handle the sword, the sword seemed to be very spiritual. He flew around in the air for a few times and got the hang of it.
However, the moment he soared into the air, those skills also began to become restless. The higher-level skills made a sharp cry, as if they were giving instructions to the lower-level skills, and the lower-level skills also began to huddle together after receiving the order. It seemed that Consciously protecting the upper level skills.
Ling Ning shouted, "It's interesting." He accelerated and rushed towards those skills!
The practitioners made a piercing sound like thousands of birds chirping at the same time, like a flock of frightened birds. Amidst the chirping, several groups of lower-level practitioners rushed towards Ling Ning in an organized manner!
At the moment when the two sides were fighting, Ling Ning turned to the left to avoid a group of whistling skills, then turned to the right, then diagonally to the left... He was like a snake spiraling up, constantly making "8" figures in the air.
After avoiding the attack of the seventh wave of low-level skills, he finally flew to the middle level. The number of skills in the middle level was much smaller. When they saw him rushing up, they all started to fly away to avoid being caught, for fear of being caught. And without the guidance of the middle-level skills, those lower-level skills also dispersed like birds and beasts.
The light blue scroll seemed to be stunned and didn't move. Ling Ning shouted, "Great!" He rushed towards it, and just when he stretched out his hand and it was within reach, he didn't notice that a dark book sneaked behind him from the top, and then suddenly rushed out from the side, transforming into a dark book like the bottom of a pot. The huge fist hit his cheek directly with a "pop" sound. He screamed like a kite with its string broken, and fell to the ground on his back with a "pop" sound.
Blood slowly flowed out from the back of his head...
"Damn it! I'm so angry!"
Ling Ning roared wildly, ignoring the dizziness in his mind, and stood up to curse.
The dark book flew around on it like a gloat, and made a "squeaking" sneer.
How could Ling Ning be so angry? He jumped on his sword and rushed towards the dark book.
Unexpectedly, it didn't dodge, and when Ling Ning came in front of him, it punched him straight in the face!
Ling Ning was on guard, and ducked to avoid it, while using his right hand to reach behind the book!
The moment he touched the book, a huge impact exploded around the book! A demonic phantom appeared out of thin air and roared at him!
Ling Ning was shocked. The huge fangs seemed to have touched his face, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the rotten stench from the demon god's huge mouth!
He was unsteady on his feet and finally lost his balance!
The demon didn't let him go, and punched him in the air. This punch made the air vibrate, like an air cannon, hitting him directly in the face!
"boom!!!"
Ling Ning fell heavily to the ground again, facing up to the sky, with nosebleeds gushing out uncontrollably!
"What the hell kind of technique is this!?"
