"I'm here to send you information!" Ling Yan'er said coquettishly.

"Intelligence?" When Ling Hao heard these two words, his heart rippled, this was indeed what he needed the most at the moment, he groaned, and said, "Where is your article?" ”

"Hehe, other people's conditions are very simple, as long as you become other people's men." Ling Yan'er said with great temptation.

In order to tempt Ling Hao, she even raised her full snow-white and round breasts high to attract Ling Hao's attention.

"Brother Ling Hao, don't promise her." Zhang Rui'er, who was behind Ling Hao, shouted anxiously, she even wanted to rush out and fight with Ling Yan'er, but was stopped by Ling Hao.

Ling Hao first pretended to look at it intentionally or unintentionally, and after feasting his eyes, he said solemnly: "What do you think of me, I can't discard my principles for the sake of hue." I can't do this requirement, so change the conditions. ”

"Hehe, another fake man with a colored heart and no guts." After Ling Yan'er heard this, she actually mocked Ling Hao.

"If you're talking to me like that, I'm going to cancel this collaboration." After hearing this, Ling Hao was angry and decisively threatened, and then he replied domineeringly: "In addition, let me tell you, I am a colored heart, but your appearance is not worthy of my attention." ”

"You ......" Ling Yan'er was speechless with anger, with her appearance, in the Ling Mansion, that man was not obedient to her, she only needed to hook her fingers, and what treasures and exercises would be sent to him in an instant.

But from beginning to end, Ling Hao never seemed to have a cold against her, could it be that Ling Hao really didn't look down on her, which aroused Ling Yan'er's possessiveness.

"Okay, I can tell you the information, but the requirement is that you must swear and help me find the right martial soul for me, otherwise I won't say it." Ling Yan'er said.

"Martial Soul?" Apparently that was the purpose of their trip, but with a name alone, he didn't come up with anything.

"Okay, I promise you."

Ling Hao agreed to Ling Yan'er's conditions, and then Ling Yan'er told the information about the ancestral tomb.

It turns out that the reason why there are no graves in the ancestral tombs is because this world is a tomb. Yes, you heard it right, the world is the grave.

The mountains, rivers, grasses, deserts, ice fields, and sword forests that Ling Hao saw were all transformed by the imagery of the ancestors of the Ling family.

The Ling family is a family of cultivators, and as soon as the people of the Ling family are born, they are good embryos for cultivating cultivators, but no one has been able to find out why this phenomenon exists.

In the end, everyone can only attribute it to the bloodline, just like the Feng family was born with a natural fire attribute affinity.

As a result, the Ling family had extra hands to cover the heavens, and after these cultivators died, their bodies would be buried in the ancestral tomb.

Time flies, the bodies of the ancestors of the Ling family turn into dirt and disappear, but the meaning they have refined all their lives will not disappear, but will turn into physical objects to decorate this ancestral tomb world.

When Ling Hao heard this, he couldn't help but be in awe, he looked at this vast grassland with a hundred miles, what a strong intention it was to be able to turn into such a vast grassland, endlessly, and spread for thousands of years.

Through the grassland, he can vaguely admire the demeanor of his ancestors.

"Since the world is transformed by the imagery of the ancestors, what is the matter with the martial spirit?" Ling Hao asked the key.

"Martial soul is the embodiment of the imagery cultivated by the ancestors, specifically you will see a person in the image world in front of you!

Of course, this person is not a real person, he is just the intention of the cultivation of his predecessors, as long as you defeat him, he will show his original form and become a martial soul bead that can be absorbed.

In this kind of martial soul bead, the cultivation techniques and experiences of the ancestors are recorded, and absorbing it is equivalent to directly learning a set of martial arts or meanings. Ling Yan'er explained in detail.

"I see, the secret of gaining power in the ancestral tomb is here, no wonder so many disciples are so eager to enter the ancestral tomb." After listening to this, Ling Hao suddenly realized.

"Then why doesn't the family send more disciples to the ancestral tomb to learn martial arts?" Ling Hao thought of another question.

"This is very simple, because these actions are detrimental to the ancestral tomb, and just condensing eight life-saving talismans will cost the Ling family a lot of resources. There is enough for all the children to learn martial arts.

Besides, you think that the martial soul is very weak, and the more powerful the image, the more terrifying the combat power.

Some of the combat power is even after all, the Spirit Sect, ordinary children encounter it, and there is no life or death. Ling Yan'er explained.

"So, our next goal is to find the Martial Soul, and then kill it, and get the Martial Soul Bead?" Ling Hao asked.

"In theory, so." Ling Yan'er said.

"Where can I find the martial spirit?" Ling Hao was in trouble.

"The martial soul is a natural thing, as long as you stay in the same image for enough time, it will automatically find it."

It was said that Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and while Ling Hao was thinking, the grass and trees around the three of them suddenly became windless and automatic, making a "rustling" sound.

"The martial soul is here! Be careful, everyone. Ling Yan'er said solemnly.

The Ling family was very curious, what the martial soul looked like, and suddenly, a foot away from the three of them, countless delicate grasses broke through the ground together, constantly entangled in front of the three of them, transformed, and turned into a humanoid martial soul composed of green grass.

The martial soul has no nose, mouth, ears, only a pair of big green eyes. As soon as he appeared, he immediately stretched out his hands and grabbed at the three of them.

For a while, the grass around the three of them continued to grow, and then it kept rotating around the three of them, and began to shrink continuously, turning into a green ball, like a python wrapping around its prey, once the time was ripe, it would mercilessly strangle the three of them.

Faced with this situation, Ling Hao was ready to open his hegemony and break through the green ball in front of him.

Seeing that Ling Yan'er was the first to strike, she took out a long sword with an extremely beautiful scabbard, and with a pop, pulled out the long sword and stuck it on the ground.

The moment the long sword was inserted into the ground, a stream of clear water gushed out from the sword's body, and the water flow twisted in an instant under Ling Yan'er's control

"Sword Technique: Smoke Wave Strangulation!"

Ling Yan'er drank violently, and the water instantly vaporized, turning into countless water vapors, and then bursting with a bang. Shatter all the vegetation that besieges the trio.

And Ling Yan'er took the opportunity to get out, ignoring Ling Hao and Zhang Rui'er who stayed in place.

The condensed grass martial soul did not chase Ling Yan'er, but instead started the technique, the grass around Ling Hao broke through the ground and turned into a sharp grass sword and shot at Ling Hao and the others.

"Be careful!"

Ling Hao cared about Zhang Rui'er's safety, instantly walked to Zhang Rui'er's side, picked her up, and jumped high to dodge the stabbing grass sword.

However, the grass sword actually broke through the ground and converged into a terrifying sword stream that shot towards Ling Hao, vowing to shatter his body into ten thousand pieces.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yan'er shook her head and said, "It seems that I am going to find the next ally again." ”

Just when Ling Yan'er concluded that Ling Hao was bound to lose, Ling Hao threw a punch towards the grass sword stream that rushed like a great river.

"Punch: Storm!"

The terrifying white storm turned into a direct nine-day waterfall, colliding with the cyan sword stream.

Two forces exploded in the sky, and countless grass swords were blown away by the storm and scattered from the sky.

Seeing this, the Green Grass Martial Spirit just wanted to start the technique again, but unfortunately Shi Ling Hao didn't give him a chance.

Like a ghost, Ling Hao appeared behind the green grass martial soul with Zhang Rui'er in his arms, and between the lightning and flint, he threw a punch that hit it directly to the heart.

"Broken Fist: Broken Bone.".

With a bang, a big hole was punched in the chest of the green grass martial soul, and a cyan martial soul bead erupted from its chest and rolled down to Ling Yan'er's feet.

Ling Yan'er watched Ling Hao defeat the martial soul so easily, and was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time.