Lin Chenxing's breaking into the Desolate Void Tower made the square lively for a while, but when he turned around and entered the cultivation state, everyone dispersed.

It's okay to join in the fun occasionally, join in the fun every day, and don't do the right thing, that kind of person will basically not cultivate to the Baodan realm, and naturally will not appear in the Desolate Void Peak.

"Originally, the desolate spirit on the seventh floor of the Desolate Void Tower controlled ninety percent of the rudiments of true intent, or wind, or thunder, but this time it became thirty percent of the rudiments of fusion true intent, although it was very similar to my fusion true intent prototype, but there were some subtle differences......"

In the corner of the square, Luo Xuan pondered carefully about the battle with the desolate spirit, constantly verifying with his own cognition, in order to improve his understanding of the rudimentary form of true meaning.

It's a must-have process!

Not to mention the mysterious thing like the prototype of true meaning, it is swordsmanship, seeing and understanding it does not mean that it is learned and can be displayed.

Otherwise, how could there be so many people who could not grasp the rudiments of the true meaning? Wouldn't it be nice for the sect elders to rehearse a few more times?

Just as Lin Chenxing was cultivating, a sturdy man came to the outside of the Desolate Void Tower, and his face was very bad.

"Lin Chenxing!"

Long Tao's voice was low, but it was a little cold, because he was the forty-third who had just been squeezed down.

Coldly glancing at Lin Chenxing sitting cross-legged in the distance, Long Tao snorted coldly and stepped into the Desolate Tower.

The rules of the sect cannot be broken, and interrupting other people's cultivation is even more taboo, he will not be so impulsive, so he can only regain the ranking by virtue of his ability!

......

Lin Chenxing had been cultivating at the top of the Desolate Void Peak for two hours, and when it was almost noon, he returned to his courtyard and continued his other cultivation tasks.

Since then, every morning, Lin Chenxing will go to the Desolate Void Tower to fight, then meditate, and then withdraw, the thunder cannot move, extremely regular.

Time flickered, and another half moon passed.

At this time, Lin Chenxing's ranking on the Desolate Void List had risen to thirteenth, and this terrifying speed of progress had once again created a miracle, setting off a frenzy in the inner gate.

What no one knew was that if he wanted to, Lin Chenxing could have delayed the time, dragged it out even longer, and even tried his best to kill the seventh-layer desolate spirit.

It's just that he didn't do it, because it didn't mean anything to his cultivation.

Just look at the desolate list, there should be a qualitative difference between the eighth and seventh floors of the Desolate Tower, and it is estimated that he was tortured and killed when he rushed in, and he could not play a role in honing himself at all.

But today, things are about to change.

"I've seen Senior Brother Lin!"

Outside the Desolate Void Tower, several disciples had respectful voices and respectful faces.

Now, Lin Chenxing's reputation and prestige in the inner gate are not much weaker than those old disciples in the top few on the absurd list, but he is immersed in penance every day, rarely does things, and has never encountered the iron head Hanhan who comes to the door to provoke and shout.

"Hello junior brothers."

Lin Chenxing smiled gently, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked towards the Desolate Tower.

He has always been like this, if others have a good attitude, he is better, and if others have a bad attitude, then he is even worse!

"Senior Brother Lin has a really good temperament, just like Senior Brother Ye Xiao, he doesn't have any ...... at all."

"Yes, I asked him a few days ago about the cultivation of the rudimentary form of true meaning, and Senior Brother Lin didn't hide it......"

The two disciples left with a smile and talk, but they didn't see Long Tao with a dejected face in front of the desolate list not far away.

After half a year of hard work, his strength has indeed improved, and he easily surpassed his record at the end of last year, and went one step further, ranking forty-second.

However, he looked at the three words 'Lin Chenxing', which had soared to the thirteenth place in half a month, and felt that his 'forty-two' was not fragrant at all!

......

Inside the Tower of Void.

Qing Yuan was in his hand, and a palpitating power emanated from Lin Chenxing's body, which was the prototype of the true intent of the 'sword', 'wind', and 'thunder' fusion that had reached thirty percent.

The sharpness of the sword, the purity...

The freedom and lightness of the wind...

Thunder's rage, domineering...

The sword is the spine, and the wind and thunder are the blade!

This is a fusion that belongs to Lin Chenxing, a prototype of his true meaning, even if the imitation of the desolate spirit is extremely high, there are subtle differences.

Raising his hand, he raised his sword, and stabbed straight out, following a mysterious trajectory, which seemed to penetrate the space and reach the center of the desolate spirit's eyebrows.

This is exactly the sword that belongs to Lin Chenxing's own, Mingxin style!

Mingxin, Mingxin, Mingxin, there is a sword and an invisible.

The move moves as you like, it can be a stab, a split, or a swipe.

The essence lies in the understanding of the sword, or the mind.

Burst~

With a soft sound, the desolate spirit's movements came to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, the desolate spirit collapsed, and a cloud of desolate aura turned and sank into Lin Chenxing's body.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Chenxing refined this desolate spirit qi, and Yuan Dan was even fuller.

"Let's go to the eighth floor!"

With a low murmur, Lin Chenxing disappeared on the eighth floor of the Desolate Void Tower.

At the same time, outside the Desolate Tower, the square suddenly boiled.

"Look, my God, Senior Brother Lin has broken through the seventh layer!"

"Isn't it, you're on the eighth floor?"

"Aside from Senior Brother Ye Xiao, someone has entered the eighth layer again?"

In the past ten years, only five people have entered the eighth layer, but now, there is one more, and it is also a new disciple who has only entered the inner gate for half a year!

This almost absurd news raged like a hurricane from the top of the Tower of Desolation, spreading everywhere.

"Senior Brother Lin, you are really amazing!"

On the north peak of the Desolate Void Peak, in a courtyard near the top of the mountain, Ye Xiao was stunned when he received the news from his friend, and then a smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps, he can have a very good opponent, and he is a fellow traveler, otherwise, it will be a little boring to work alone on the eighth floor.

......

"My little junior brother is finally starting to show his edge!"

Qiu Daofeng, Qingyang Martial Academy, An Jingshuo also received the news, and a smile appeared on his face.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint sharp light flashed, "I'm afraid some people can't help but stretch out their claws again...... Gotta knock it in advance. ”

......

While this news was raging everywhere, Lin Chenxing was being hung on the eighth floor of the Desolate Tower.

"About sixty percent of the three fusion true meaning prototypes are so perverted?"

"The strength of the eighth layer of desolate spirits, I'm afraid it can kill nine out of nine Dan Realm martial artists in seconds!"

"No wonder, Ye Xiao is the only one who has entered here for so many years."