As the Wuzhi Mountain fell bit by bit, the surging earth energy became more and more dense, and the pressure clinging to Lin Jiu became greater and greater.
This is not just pressure from the body, but pressure from the spirit, bones, flesh, and meridians.
Under this kind of pressure, Lin Jiu felt that the movement of mana in his body was slowing down bit by bit, and even his consciousness was also slowing down.
However, Lin Jiu was talking about trouble, but what was revealed in his eyes was that he was eager to try!
Whether he is willing or not, he has embarked on an alternative path to achieve sword energy - so far, his path to achieve sword energy has reached the last step, and he is also stuck on this last step.
This is the step of smelting two magic powers containing sharp energy into one and turning them into the original sword energy.
This road is destined to become increasingly difficult.
The blood of a strong soul is unsealed, thus taking the first step...
In the end, the life of a Yuan Shen Da Xiu who condensed seventeen Yuan Shen Da Xiu, and whose magical power was no less than that of the powerful Tribulation Tribulation Master, only cost Lin Jiu the penultimate step on this road. Finished, so what is the last step to take?
Lin Jiu even suspected that even if he faced a real strong man in the Tribulation Realm, the pressure would not make him complete this last step. So how should he take this last step?
Isn't it possible to say that he was asked to take the initiative to find a psychic?
When he realized this, Lin Jiu even thought that it would be impossible for him to condense the sword energy before he achieved the spiritual response.
But he didn't expect that those seventeen monks would leave such gifts to him after they died.
——The secret begging bowl that still activates the power of Wuzhishan even after the death of seventeen monks was the handiwork of Shenguang Jialan, the spirit-responsive immortal. Its essence must have the spirit-response power. A little bit of immortality.
It is not as good as the real Spiritual Immortal, but it must be more advanced than those who have overcome the tribulation.
If he could use this secret begging bowl or the Wuzhishan that was triggered by this secret begging bowl as a sacrifice for practicing swordsmanship and kill it with one sword, then his two magic powers would most likely be directly turned into a sword. Angry.
"No, it's not possible, it's certain!" The moment this thought appeared in his mind, Lin Jiu had some kind of enlightenment.
The opportunity to practice your sword energy is here.
He took a deep breath, and two lines of mana full of sharp energy condensed and gathered in his palms.
"Not only must you have the courage and determination to draw the sword, but you must also know why you are drawing the sword when you draw the sword."
Drawing a sword must have a purpose, it can be for grudges or interests.
In short, at the moment when you draw the sword, you must implement your purpose, gather your determination, and your purpose into the sword in your hand, so that you can cut out that sharp edge.
When his mind sank into these two magical powers, Lin Jiu suddenly had a second kind of enlightenment in his mind.
The Wuzhi Mountain continued to suppress the earth, and the Mito Bowl was now upside down on the top of the Wuzhi Mountain. Golden light fell from the mouth of the Mito Bowl, wrapping the entire Wuzhi Mountain in it.
At the outermost periphery, the golden gaze turned into an indestructible barrier, firmly blocking Lin Jiu's path.
On the wall of the alms bowl, the faces of seventeen Yuanshen realm monks appear from time to time - this is why this secret alms bowl can spontaneously activate the supreme magic of Wuzhishan without its owner. The reason to keep pressing down.
But it was the seventeen monks who made arrangements when they set up their formation, so that after they fell, their three souls and seven souls would not directly enter reincarnation, but directly fall into this secret alms bowl.
In this way, after they have made great achievements in suppressing Lin Jiu, the divine light Jialan may be able to reunite their three souls and seven souls and let them walk on the path of ghosts and gods - this path, although not as good as It's an orthodox way of cultivation, but it's better than death after all.
At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, Lin Jiu's aura had weakened to the point where it was almost impossible to sense it.
All his energy and energy have been gathered into the two magic powers in his palms.
"It's over!" Not far away, the land gods looked at the Wuzhi Mountain that had fallen above Lin Jiu's head, and they didn't know whether they were feeling regretful or lucky.
Even his own aura had completely melted into the Wuzhi Mountain and was completely covered by the Wuzhi Mountain. Obviously, Lin Jiu had no possibility of struggling.
"After all, it's Buddhism." I don't know which land it was, but suddenly sighed - even they can clearly sense the Qi that is unique to the Spiritual Immortal manifested in the secret begging bowl. machine.
Obviously, it seems that the seventeen Yuanshen monks are activating the secret begging bowl, but the real owner of the secret begging bowl, the divine light Jialan, must also be taking action.
"No wonder this Young Lord of Dragon Palace is almost powerless to resist."
"Yes, it is Buddhism after all." The other lands looked confused.
After all, it is Buddhism, the top force standing in the Western Territory. How can such a force be compared to a demon clan like Lin Jiu?
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"It's time to end." At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, Lin Jiu opened his eyes.
When the five-finger mountain fell on top of his head, he finally made a move.
I saw him pointing like a sword, and his two fingers pointed directly at the falling Five Fingers Mountain.
And what was wrapped around his fingers was the two mana filled with sharp energy that condensed all his energy.
When the fingers and Wuzhishan touched each other, the whole world was filled with silence, and everything around seemed to solidify.
After a moment of silence, there was the sound of the earth shattering.
Then, there were "click-click" sounds one after another.
The golden light covering Wuzhishan flickered intermittently.
On Wuzhi Mountain, cracks emerged one after another, spreading from bottom to top.
After the crack spread to the top of Wuzhi Mountain, not only did it not stop, but it continued to follow the golden Buddha's light all the way up.
After tearing apart all the Buddha's light, he stopped on the secret alms bowl and entered into a stalemate with Amitabha.
"Break it!" A hoarse and deep voice sounded, full of boundless determination.
In the sound, in front of the begging beggar, there was an extremely brilliant light exploding.
The Earthlanders who were still watching the battle from a distance felt as if their divine bodies were being ripped off inch by inch as soon as they were blasted by the light.
Sword energy!
