Chapter 900: Ning Yuan (1)

"It's ...... Soul Attack?"

Dietecon came to his senses and couldn't help but be startled.

If it was other True Spirit Realm cultivators who used such a method, Di Taikang would not care at all, but Tang Huan was different, although his cultivation was still in the Sevenfold True Spirit Realm, but his soul attack technique was extremely terrifying, it was said that the first Ning Yuan Realm monk who was defeated in his hands on this sword platform had been hit.

"Whew!"

Like a wounded beast, Detaxon roared violently.

In the depths of the brain domain, the soul was frantically stirring, and the huge soul breath roared out, as if it was instantly condensed into substance, and it slammed into the white star-shaped aura that shot at the lightning. Dytecon doesn't know the way of soul attack, what he is doing now is just an instinctive means of resistance.

In this way, it is difficult to completely resist an attack specifically aimed at souls, but it can be weakened.

"Bang!"

It was as if a wall had been violently slammed into a boulder flying at high speed, and in an instant, the essence of the soul aura had vanished, and the star-like aura drove straight into Di Taikang's eyebrows. The next moment, Di Taikang felt as if something in his soul was violently exploding, tearing at his soul frantically, causing him to fall into a state of confusion in an instant.

"Boom!"

In a trance, there seemed to be a loud noise.

The terrifying energy mixed with the fiery heat rolled upside down, and then a huge force struck, and Di Taikang only felt the long knife in his hand tremble, and his arms were numb. His feet began to retreat involuntarily, and when he came to his senses, he saw a ray of red light expanding sharply in his sight.

"It's over!"

Di Taikang's face changed greatly, and he subconsciously raised his hand and waved the knife, but before the giant knife could slash out, it slammed into the air, and the red light was already in front of his throat.

It was the tip of Tang Huan's spear! The sharp intent seemed to pierce his throat, and the heat that churned together covered his body, and large beads of sweat burst out from his pores uncontrollably, instantly soaking the robe on his body.

"I lost!"

Dietecon took a deep breath, his face rather gloomy.

Losing in such a way made him feel unwilling, but defeat is defeat, and he will not continue to entangle with Tang Huan on this stage.

"In the twenty-six battles in the past two days, you are the only opponent who let me use my soul attack!" Tang Huan smiled indifferently, and the spear in his hand retracted like a spirit snake.

"Humph!"

Di Taikang snorted back, strode to the edge of the high platform, and with a leap, he had already landed under the stage, but his footsteps did not stop. After a while, his sword card also separated from the sword table, and it shot like lightning, and was grabbed by one of them. Soon, the figure was gone.

"The twenty-sixth battle is finally over. ”

The body relaxed, and there was an indescribable sense of relief surging out from the bottom of his heart, Tang Huan's eyebrows were full of smiles, and the mysterious feeling suddenly spread from the depths of his soul without warning, and within the dantian, the true spirit began to be filled with a strange fluctuation.

Tang Huan's eyes flashed slightly, and as soon as he grabbed it, the sword card had already fallen into his palm.

"Whoosh!"

Almost without the slightest hesitation, Tang Huan immediately jumped down from the sword platform, like a black streamer galloping into the distance, and on the cliff behind him, the white mangs bloomed, starting from the thirty-second place on the ground list, the strings of dazzling characters began to change rapidly.

"What's going on? He just ran away?"

"What's going on?"

"Even if you want to leave, there's no need to be in such a hurry!"

“……”

Around the high platform, many monks looked at each other in amazement.

"Elder, Tang Huan left in such a hurry, could it be that this continuous battle had injured him?"

"Hurt?"

The person he called "Elder" was a thin old man, and when he heard this, he smiled, "Look at the way he looked just now, is there a little sign of injury?" Before the young man could answer, the thin old man smiled appreciatively, "This little guy is not only not injured, but has also gained great benefits. ”

The young man was confused.

"Didn't you notice something unusual about his breath fluctuations?"

The thin old man smiled and said, "If the old man is not mistaken, I'm afraid this little guy will be able to step into the realm of Ning Yuan in a few days." ”

"Ah, Ning Yuan Realm, so fast?" the young man couldn't help but exclaim.

"He should go to the 'Heart Sword Stone Pavilion' to cultivate now, you go over and take a look, after he comes out, you take him to the Heavenly Sword Palace, just say that the sect master has an invitation!"

"Yes!"

The young man bowed in response, and then chased towards the place where Tang Huan had disappeared, but there was still a deep shock in his eyes, when he first joined the "Pure Yang Sword Sect", it was the True Spirit Sixfold Cultivation, and now it has only been a little time, and Tang Huan is about to step into the Ning Yuan Realm?

……

Heart Sword Stone Pavilion, fifth floor.

When Tang Huan appeared, there was no one else on the central round platform of this space, and it was unusually quiet. The two eyes swept quickly, and Tang Huan couldn't help laughing.

The stone house that Nie Kun was exclusive to, the small piece of wall at the entrance, fluctuated slightly like ripples, and it was obvious that Nie Kun had left there.

Tang Huan rushed away without hesitation.

After that, Tang Huan was already sitting cross-legged in the stone house, meditating and concentrating, and immediately, the "Tai Chi Heavenly Canon" had been running to the extreme, the "Jiuyang Divine Furnace" and the true spirit were also running rapidly, and the pure and extremely violent "Overlord Yuan Force" began to gather from all directions.

Unconsciously, the true qi consumed in Tang Huan's body quickly became full, and immediately after, Tang Huan sensed the existence of an invisible shackle within the true spirit.

"Boom!"

Tang Huan's thoughts just moved slightly, and the majestic true qi was like a torrent, bombarding towards the layerless shackles, again and again, like thunder.

In just a few moments, the invisible shackles had dissipated.

An indescribable sense of detachment rose from the depths of the soul, as if all the restraints on the body had been swept away, and the true spirit immediately underwent a wonderful change, and the originally round spherical body began to conform to the shape of the figure inside, constantly twisting and fluctuating.

Time passed bit by bit, like a snap of a finger, and then seemed like several hours had passed......

In the dantian, the round ball had quietly disappeared, and in its place was a small man sitting on his back, with a smooth body, facial features and limbs clearly visible, and his appearance and Tang Huan seemed to be printed out of a mold, looking like Tang Huan whose body had shrunk countless times.

This transformed true spirit was suspended motionless in the dantian, the surface of the body was blooming with a bright luster, and the whole body was full of agility.