Chapter 159

It is worthy of the great world of immortals! Ling Xiao's spiritual sense sensed the surrounding heaven and earth, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After a night of exhalation with a group of monsters, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth did not decrease in the slightest, as full as yesterday, without exhaustion.

After the fifth order of Ling Xiao, in the martial arts world, it only takes one night, and the aura within a radius of ten miles will be reduced by one percent, although the aura in the outer periphery is constantly overflowing and replenishing, but it seems that the stamina is insufficient, and it will take at least a day or two to recover as before. In this way, it is no wonder that he will be ostracized by the martial arts world.

And yesterday, Ling Xiao exhaled aura for the first time in the Immortal Dao Great World, and at the same time, there were many third- and fourth-order monsters around him to absorb aura together, but the aura around him was only slightly thin, and it was quickly filled, quite a kind of endless and endless posture. It's not the same as the martial arts world!

I don't know where these reiki come from? The doubts in Ling Xiao's heart only flashed for a moment, and he didn't take it too seriously, and soon he got up and left on the road, continuing to walk aimlessly eastward.

In the next ten days, Ling Xiao stayed overnight along the mountains, traveled during the day, meditated at night, exhaled aura, tempered the sword, worked diligently, and kept going.

In the past ten days, Ling Xiao also had a general impression of the situation in the wild of the Immortal Dao World, and at the same time sighed: The Immortal Dao World is the Immortal Dao World, which is really extraordinary!

The demon beasts that open the spiritual wisdom, the herbs that have been around for a long time, although they are not everywhere, but their density is far beyond the martial arts world, especially the demon beasts that open the spiritual wisdom, Ling Xiao has been in the martial arts world for decades, and he is also considered to be knowledgeable, but he has never encountered it. Of course, this may be the reason why he is lonely and unheard, but it can also be seen that the vastness of the Immortal Dao Great World is indeed not comparable to the martial arts world.

In addition, when Ling Xiao passed by several mountain ranges, he also felt several special powers.

These forces tend to envelop only one mountain range and do not spread, and there are only a few traces of them outside the mountains.

Moreover, these forces are naturally in harmony with heaven and earth in the fluctuations and cycles, and under it, the aura to which the mountain range belongs flexibly changes according to his laws, just like the ordinary people face the laws of the country, following the rules and being orderly.

In the face of this kind of power, Ling Xiao just watched from afar, and knew that its essence was not under his sword species, and its majestic vastness was not comparable to that of ordinary fifth-order. After all, those forces dominate the spiritual veins of a mountain and can borrow the power of heaven and earth.

In addition, Ling Xiao also found that all those mountain ranges shrouded by this kind of power were lush with vegetation, agile animals, and essences, and the aura in them, both in quantity and quality, was above other mountain ranges, and it was even more handsome and handsome.

In contrast, other mountain ranges are like mediocre ordinary people, and these mountains are like the best among the people, Zhong is sensitive, and has a divine temperament.

This is probably the legendary mountain god's divine power. Ling Xiao has some common sense of the immortal world popularized by Li Changding, and knows that there are mountain gods in the immortal world, the river god and the sea god, the emperor and the queen of heaven, and Zhou Tianxingjun, so he guessed so.

In the face of these mountain ranges with mountain gods, Ling Xiao generally took a detour. After all, he came from the Broken Void, what is the attitude of this world towards him, whether he is an enemy or a friend, it is not clear, in the face of these forces that can threaten him, it is better to stay away for the time being.

Be careful!

On this day, Ling Xiao encountered a mountain range with this kind of power, about 800 miles long, crisscrossing the north and south, with mountains and mountains and ancient trees towering to the sky.

According to what he thought in his heart, Ling Xiao was about to bypass it far away and go in a different direction, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at the mountain range.

In front of it was a woodcutter with firewood on his back, who was frightened and turned around and ran wildly, but accidentally fell to the ground and did not have time to get up. The giant tiger got closer and closer, and saw that the woodcutter was about to die in the tiger's mouth.

Ling Xiao didn't care about the caution in his heart, frowned his sword eyebrows, turned into sword light, flew into the mountain range, stopped in front of the woodcutter, and faced the colorful giant tiger.

"Roar!" The giant tiger roared wildly, bringing a gust of fishy wind, fierce and mighty, and a gust of wind blew in the mountains, flying sand and stones, rolling towards the sky.

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger!

This giant tiger is not an ordinary giant tiger, but a demon beast in the mountains.

Ling Xiao casually shot out a pale sword light, shuttling back and forth, breaking through the wind, and then the sword light rolled up, sweeping the flying sand and stones aside, and when he looked closely, the dark aura on the top of the giant tiger was very strong, like a dark cloud covering the top, covered with black smoke, which showed that its sin was not light.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao pointed a little at the sword, and the pale sword light pierced the giant tiger's forehead, leaving a blood hole the thickness of a finger, and the giant tiger immediately fell to the ground, dying of anger, and a wisp of tiger soul floated out of the corpse, illusory and unreal.

A giant tiger with one or two hundred years of cultivation was punished by Ling Xiao under the sword in the blink of an eye.

"Don't use the earth to overtake him. Or would you let him go elsewhere and take it away? Glancing at the pitch-black tiger soul floating on the ground and struggling to escape, Li Changding's voice came to Ling Xiao's mind.

After the fifth order, Ling Xiao and Li Changding could already talk and meet regardless of distance, of course, this was only in the depths of the divine soul.

In the face of Li Changding's words, Ling Xiao was angry in his heart, and he became rebellious, wanting to ignore the tiger soul and let him go.

However, he is not an ordinary person after all, knowing the danger of this matter, he forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart, and the pale sword light was just a whirl, and the pitch-black tiger soul was wrapped back, fixed in front of him, imprisoned and immovable.

Then, Ling Xiao took out the "Houtu Sutra" from his arms, and after a little chanting, he attracted the divine power of Houtu, opened the underworld, and threw the dark tiger soul into it.

"Who dares to hurt my giant tiger!" As soon as the tiger soul left the yang world, a furious roar came from the deep mountains in the distance, followed by a pitch-black smoke, carrying a gray and bloody wind, and the momentum was violent.

"Don't run yet." Ling Xiao glanced back at the woodcutter who had fallen to the ground, and then turned into a pale sword light, slamming head-on into the surging black smoke.

The woodcutter crawled and fled down the mountain, but he didn't forget to take the firewood he had chopped with him. The old mother of the family is seriously ill in bed and urgently needs silver. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have risked his life to come to this notorious mountain to collect firewood.

The bacon smoked from the pear blossom wood on this mountain is particularly delicious and is the favorite of dignitaries. At the same time, the quantity is scarce, because the price is high, and the silver taels obtained from the sale of this bundle of firewood are enough to cure the mother's illness.

In the sky above the mountain range, the Lingxiao people and swords were one, and the pale sword of the Dao Dao was incomparably sharp, fighting with the strange man in the billowing black smoke, and it was difficult to solve it for a while!

"Where did you come from? Dare to kill the mount of my Yashan Dao people, and commit my tiger might! I don't know if this 800-mile Jiaolongling is my land? "Halfway through the battle, someone held down the black smoke, pointed at Ling Xiao, and shouted loudly!

Ling Xiao stood with his sword in his hand, indifferent, just looked at the other party coldly.

The person on the opposite side was blue-faced and fanged, hideous and ugly, burly, with a thick waist and back, hiding in the billowing black smoke, holding a heavy and sharp ghost-headed knife in one hand, murderous. He calls himself a Taoist, but looking at his appearance, he looks more like a bandit monster!

Ling Xiao looked at the Yashan Daoist carefully, and suddenly he was stunned, a pair of sword eyes stared at the ghost head knife in the hand of the Yashan Daoist, his eyes were split, and his anger was overflowing.

This ghost-headed broadsword, at first glance, looks ordinary, but when you look closely, you can see the unjust souls crying on it, the undead entangled, and the dark qi entangled, but it is a demonic magic weapon stained with killing blood. There are thousands of unjust souls, to say the least.

But the most vicious thing is that this ghost-headed broadsword uses these unjust souls as blades and as body protection. Generally speaking, if you want to attack the ghost-headed broadsword, you must first kill many unjust souls and increase the cultivator's sinful karma.

If it weren't for the peculiar Lingxiao Sword Dao, which was too high and Lingxiao was peerless, he could cross the unjust soul and attack the entity of the Ghost Head Knife, otherwise under the rat taboo, he wouldn't be able to fight for a few rounds, and Ling Xiao would have to flee for his life.

Such a vicious and ruthless magic weapon, Ling Xiao had never heard of it before, and he had never even heard of it!

In order to refine such a magic weapon, I don't know how many innocent souls died, and after practice, I don't know how many Taoist sages hated it! Ling Xiao, who had always been jealous and hateful, saw this situation, so how could he not be angry!

Yes, in the face of the questioning of the Yashan Daoist, Ling Xiao didn't say a word, just drew his sword and attacked, for this kind of heinous person, he only had one word - kill!

Yashan Daoist has cultivated for nearly a thousand years, but since he practiced the ghost head knife, relying on the magic treasure in his hand, invincible, and proud, he was inevitably negligent a lot, at this time, he met Ling Xiao, a sword immortal who practiced special swordsmanship, was not afraid of the peculiarity of the ghost head knife, although he was only the first to enter the fifth order, but he was also embarrassed, and he was in danger!