Chapter 32: Bloodline Impact

Without waiting for the rest of the day to make any more calculations, the bare branches in front of him that were dry and only intertwined with roots were already shrinking sharply, and finally turned into a touch of fine light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xiaoyao subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes, and the dazzling flash couldn't help but make Xiaoyao's sword eyebrows deeply condensed.

When he felt that the light had faded away, Xiaoyao opened his eyes slightly, looked at the situation in front of him, and saw that the originally beautiful and gorgeous peach blossom scenery had disappeared without a trace.

Only the bright and smooth surface of the stone plate remains, and even the traces of the **** deep piercing are not left, Xiaoyao was in a trance for a while, and he saw the stone plate in a hurry, and suddenly gave birth to a crystal clear and shining thing.

Because of the distance, and the blinding light of the thing, it was impossible to tell what it was for a moment.

Xiaoyao's heart moved slightly, that is, he raised his courage and tentatively tiptoed forward, and the dazzling light faded away minute by minute, which made Xiaoyao's courage even heavier, and he no longer hesitated, and walked quickly towards the center of the stone plate.

By the time they reached the vicinity of the mysterious thing, the essence had already dissipated without a trace.

After looking closely, he found a piece of turquoise jade with a unique shape, and he reached out and picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand to ponder.

The peculiar shape of the wings made him a little surprised, how could someone carve a piece of transparent jadeite into this strange shape. If you look closely, you will find that the feathers on the wings are carefully carved to life.

Xiaoyao couldn't help but secretly promise in his heart that he had never seen such an ingenious thing, and now he was inexplicably obtained by himself, and he sighed at his lucky opportunity.

Although he didn't know what the function of this thing was, from its strange appearance, he could also know that this must not be a mortal thing, maybe it was a special legacy of the ancient immortals, an artifact and a strange treasure.

After playing with it carefully, he put it into his robe, thinking that Jian Lao was well-informed, and he must be able to know the origin and function of this thing.

At this time, Xiaoyao put away his mind, looked around after realizing it, and wondered why no one noticed the vision that caused such a shock just now.

Many of the disciples on the stone plate are still tirelessly copying the swordsmanship, or fighting each other in twos and threes.

"Could it be that this strange appearance can only be perceived by people with immortal physique?" In addition to this reason, he couldn't think of any other factors that made these disciples who were close at hand feel like they were blind, and they didn't even notice the abnormality.

Since they didn't feel the difference, Xiaoyao didn't think about it anymore, but the peach tree had really disappeared, and it seemed that he still had to come up with a reasonable answer to prevaricate other people's suspicions.

"There it is." A light flashed in Xiaoyao's mind, and he couldn't help but show a more reasonable, not far-fetched reason.

Now I just have to wait for someone to ask before answering.

As soon as the problem was solved, and after what had just been like a dream, he no longer thought about flying to the death.

Instead, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that at this time, there was still a little bit of Immortal Purple Spirit left in the Spirit Mansion, plus his own spiritual power, and strive to break through the boundary of the Yuan Spirit and reach the sword spirit level.

Today's leisure, body and mind, every day is constantly being attacked and exercised by the cold qi of Zhuxian, so the bloodline and the spirit mansion can resist, and the filling of the purple spirit of the Zhuxian Spirit, and when it reaches the level of the sword spirit and learns the swordsmanship, it is to be able to greatly use the power of the Zhuxian Sword.

He walked back to the Zhuxian Sword, sat down cross-legged again, and after harmonizing his breath, he immediately entered the meditation realm. Using the power of the mind, he mobilized the pure spiritual power in the Spirit Mansion, slowly merged into the bloodline, and then spread all over the body, and finally transmitted back to the Spirit Mansion.

It is such an endless back and forth, using the corrosive spirit of heaven and earth to impact and polish the pressure resistance of the bloodline over and over again, so as to achieve the effect of increasing the strength of the bloodline.

The increase in the strength of the bloodline can also drive the advancement of the Lingfu at the same time, only after the Lingfu has the ability to sword spirit level, that is, it can store a larger number of heaven and earth spirits, which can be used to output the powerful consumption that supports sword cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, I endured the severe pain that was worse and worse every time, and spared no effort to guide the spiritual power to complete the reincarnation of the whole body.

Finally, with its long groan, the bloodline seemed to be unable to withstand it, and the increasingly strong and powerful spiritual impact faintly had a precursor to deformation.

And the spirit mansion has also begun to enter a state of occlusion, no matter how strong the impact of the spiritual power is, it can no longer be returned to it. The spiritual power like a flood of waves collided violently back and forth in the blood.

There is no chance for the bloodline to breathe and buffer.

And all the oppression and impact suffered by the bloodline turned into intense pain, which rushed to the top of Xiaoyao's head, making his whole person tremble uncontrollably.

Clenched his teeth, his thin wing-like lips turned pale without a trace of ruddyness, and his childish face turned even pale.

Xiaoyao knew that if he gave up at this time, he would lose his previous efforts, so let that sting attack his heart, the power of his mind was still not reduced by half to guide the spiritual power to reincarnate in the bloodline.

At this time, it was already the dawn of the third day, and today was the time when Xuan Feng wanted to verify the escape, so the freedom could not be delayed at all.

The disciples in the 'Heavenly Sword Academy' are all carefully selected, and their cultivation talent and consciousness are self-evident.

At this time, there was already a small figure dancing and hovering in the darkness, and as the sky gradually brightened, the number of practitioners gradually increased.

When there are still stars above the sky, every stone plate is full of disciples. However, the stone plate where Xiaoyao was located was relatively remote, and it was occupied by a huge peach tree before, which was not conducive to cultivating swordsmanship, so no disciples came here to practice, and they did not find that at this time, on the stone plate in the hidden place, there was a thin young man cultivating cross-legged.

The darkness fades away, and the day is revealed. Finally, the entire 'Heavenly Sword Academy's stone pan phalanx fell into the realm of ethereal nothingness again.

On the edge of the sky, faintly, a slender and agile figure flew out, from far to near, like a heavenly maiden descending to earth.

Ben was concentrating on the disciples who were practicing swordsmanship without squinting, as if sensing the dazzling figure, they all stopped the sword in their hands one after another, and looked at the elegant figure with their eyes.

Every time Lingzhi appears, she can always attract everyone's attention. is not only because of her incomprehensible beauty and proud frosty coldness, but also because of her unmatched talent cultivation. In this five-way human realm where swords are respected, Ling Zhi's cultivation that does not match his age can become the focus of attention.