Ling Zhu was addicted to the artistic conception of painting eight swords for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

"Smoky Mountains and clouds and rain paint the sky!" Ling Zhu's eyes seemed to appear a series of mountains, the rain and fog of late spring shrouded this land, the peaks as the pen, the clouds as the ink, and the sky as the paper, swaying an earth-shattering picture!

"It's too strong!" This first sword seems to be a simple move, but the artistic conception in it penetrates the back of the paper, and it has a terrifying momentum like swallowing Yunyue!" Ling Zhu was amazed.

"What kind of knife technique is this!"

For a whole month, Ling Zhu forgot to sleep and eat, and locked himself in the practice room, and this style of "smoky mountains and clouds and rain painting the sky" has been initially mastered.

On this day, Ling Zhu went out of the customs and came to the back mountain, standing on the top of the highest peak.

With a long knife in hand, he unleashed this pose, and saw sand and rocks flying on the top of the mountain, the black wind howling, and the dense woods collapsing in pieces in an instant!

A group of inner disciples at the foot of the mountain were practicing, and they all started talking about this strange scene.

"What's that?"

"I guess it's an elder who is trying to attack the method, don't look at it!"

"What a terrifying momentum, when will I be able to reach this realm!"

Ling Zhu was immersed in the momentum of this painting eight swords for a long time and couldn't extricate himself, and kept practicing again and again!

"Have you really grown up?" Ling Zhu didn't realize that on an extremely inconspicuous hill, a pair of clear eyes were secretly watching him!

If Ling Zhu could see this person, he would definitely ask the other party a lot of questions.

"I didn't expect that even this kind of sword technique was easy to learn, and it was really born with Huigen!" the mysterious man silently admired.

"The natural body known as the Spiritless Realm, the exquisite body technique, the Mu Zun True Qi, the strange luck method, and the powerful sword technique like this now, it is simply perfect! I'm afraid the only weakness is that the strength of the Divine Soul Consciousness Sea is still a little worse!"

Ling Zhu didn't know that this person was silently observing him in secret, and he knew him well, and commented at will, as if Ling Zhu couldn't escape his eyes all the way to growth!

After he practiced for a long time, when he once again waved his knife to use this style of "smoky mountains and clouds and rain painting the sky", his brows were slightly wrinkled!

"Although the power of this knife is strong, the strength seems to be scattered a little, why not concentrate all the strength at one point and break through all barriers with the ultimate condensation of force!"

The more Ling Zhu thought about it, the more his heart thumped! After generating this bold idea, he was out of control!

He closed his eyes, and the long knife danced slowly, and the true qi flowed to the body of the knife, which he slightly changed with his own understanding.

Ling Zhu didn't think about the mountains, he only focused on the highest mountain, which turned into a huge pen in his eyes, and went down towards the vast expanse with all his might!

"Boom!" A loud bang shook the heavens and the earth! The powerful and incomparable world-shattering sword light flew out of his hand, piercing a deep and large hole between the cliffs!

Looking at this black cave, where large pieces of rubble fell off the cliff next to the cave entrance, Ling Zhu couldn't believe that his knife had only been slightly changed, and it was so powerful!

"Smoky Mountains and Clouds and Rain Painting the Sky" is like a group attack, with a grand momentum, and the knife rule that Ling Zhu changed himself is to ignore things outside his body, and only gather all his true qi in one blow, focused and strong!

What Ling Zhu didn't know was that his small change had inadvertently allowed him to directly learn to draw the second form of the Eight Swords! The second form was created to deal with a powerful single enemy, and the power concentration and penetration were extremely strong!

However, Ling Zhu directly comprehended the artistic conception of the second form from the first form, and he had mastered it perfectly in a moment, which was equivalent to an extremely surprising thing.

That is to say, Ling Zhu's talent in the field of knife technique is not weaker than that of the founder of the Eight Blades!

The power of the high-level attack secret method that descended in the tests that rarely appeared in the illusory state of mind was so powerful that all the disciples dreamed of it!

The writers of this kind of exercise are all former sages and great powers among human monks, and they have left a strong mark in the history of cultivation!

And Ling Zhu, in terms of sword comprehension, is no longer weaker than such characters!

"Someone who is naturally good for using knives!" the mysterious man sighed as if he had thought of something, and then quietly disappeared into the jungle.

After descending the mountain, Ling Suke returned to the Holy Flame Hall.

At this time, the disciples of the Holy Flame Hall were frantically circulating the news that "the reserve candidates for the Gu Ling have begun to be selected, and all the disciples can fight hard to attack the position of the Gu Ling!"

"Gu Ling again?" Ling Zhu frowned, "Napu Sudu seems to have a very difficult strength, he is also a disciple of the Holy Fire Hall, and he actually wants to choose his alternate heir!"

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door, and Ling Zhu opened the door, and Xu Xiaobu's round red face was greeted by him.

"Ling Zhu, you're in the practice room!" Xu Xiaobu said excitedly.

"Yes, is there something wrong with Senior Brother Xu?" asked Ling Zhu.

"Seeing that you haven't moved for a month, I thought you had asked the elder to go down the mountain to practice! Speaking of which, you haven't been to the Illusory Mind Realm for so long, do you want to go together?" Xu Xiaobu enthusiastically invited Ling Zhu.

"Well, I'm just getting ready to venture into the fantasy world. Ling Zhu went out and walked towards the illusory state of mind stone room with Xu Xiaobu.

"Senior Brother Xu, I heard you say that you will elect an ancient spirit inheritor for a while, what is going on?" Ling Zhu asked his doubts on the way.

"Hmm, could it be that Ling Zhu still doesn't know about this big thing?" Xu Xiaobu said in surprise, and then nodded in relief, knowing that Ling Zhu was so bored with his cultivation that he didn't hear anything outside the window, and it was estimated that he didn't know much about Gu Ling.

"Then I'll talk to you about this ancient spirit!" Xu Xiaobu thought for a while and continued, "There are five great ancient spirits in the Holy Fire Hall!"

This first sentence calmed Ling Zhuhe!

"Five Great Gu Spirits?" Ling Zhu was shocked, it turned out that the Gu Ling was not specifically referring to Pu Xudu, but there were five of them! He had always thought that Pu Su Du was the Gu Ling that the rest of the disciples kept talking about.

But he heard Xu Xiaobu continue: "The five great ancient spirits meditate on the second floor on weekdays, and they won't get along with us easily, because all of our Holy Fire Hall disciples are aiming to attack their positions!"

Xu Xiaobu's voice suddenly became a little higher at this moment: "Princes and generals, I would rather have a kind! The ancient spirits are nothing more than entering the Holy Fire Hall earlier, and they have inherited the ancient spirits with the gift of the sect, and they are just lucky! Relying on the nourishment of the ancient spirits, they have gradually surpassed us in strength! But now that the sect has a fate, all the official disciples of the Holy Fire Hall have the opportunity to attack the ancient spirits! That is, to defeat any ancient spirit!"

"Defeat Gu Ling, and you will automatically get his inheritance! From now on, the path of cultivation will be like a tiger with wings!" Xu Xiaobu sighed.

"But the strength of the ancient spirits surpasses you and me too much, how can we fight against them?" Ling Zhu asked, puzzled.