Chapter 15: Spirit Martial Arts: Holy Soldier!

After handing over Luo Tianyu to Feng Xianwu for reception, Feng Zi used pure yang internal strength to help Lin Xin expel the cold poison and returned to the quiet room.

After calming down a little, Feng Zi took out the Prison Dragon Jade Sword and looked at it seriously.

Lingwu is a spiritual weapon that an innate martial artist refines on the basis of true yuan, and this kind of refining will consume a lot of energy.

This is also one of the reasons why Lingwu is scarce.

In most cases, after the death of the master, Lingwu will not be nourished by the suitable true yuan for a long time, and will gradually lose his spirituality and dissipate between heaven and earth.

Feng Zi carefully examined the three-inch jade sword, its sword was blunt and round, there was no sharpness, and the sword body was dark green, and you could feel the warmth in the palm of your hand.

No matter how you look at it, this pocket jade sword is more of an ornament than a powerful weapon.

"Even in the spirit martial arts, this imprisoned dragon sword can be regarded as very inconspicuous, no wonder it has been sealed in the dust for many years. ”

Although he thought so, Feng Zi was very much looking forward to this very big jade sword.

As an ownerless spiritual martial artist, without the blessing of True Yuan Wen Run, the Imprisoned Dragon Jade Sword can still be stored for a long time, which is very extraordinary.

Carefully wipe the dust on the jade sword with fine satin, sit on the purple mat, hold it between your hands, close your eyes, gradually adjust your breathing, and enter a state of forgetting things and me.

Then, his attention suddenly focused on the center of his eyebrows, as if that point was the embodiment of his entire body.

Being able to compress the spiritual power to this level is the premise of refining the spiritual martial arts, and only then can we see the unusualness of the Imprisoned Dragon Jade Sword.

However, those who can reach this level are generally innate martial artists, and in the eyes of True Qi Realm martial artists like Luo Tianyu, the Imprisoned Dragon Jade Sword is just a useless ornament.

Feng Zi continued to pour his spiritual will into the Prison Dragon Sword and communicate with it.

Two full hours passed, Feng Zi felt his eyebrows rise, knowing that he had reached his limit today, so he slowly calmed down and withdrew his spiritual strength.

At this time, the Imprisoned Dragon Sword suddenly trembled, and there was a soft buzzing sound.

"The first communication can resonate, this dragon sword and my fit Cheng dù is not even under the demon killing golden gun!"

After a long period of sacrifice, Feng Zi felt very tired, but there was joy in his eyes.

Lingwu and the master also have a degree of fit, the fire warrior gets the water Lingwu, not only can not wield its power, but will hinder each other, hinder each other's progress and development, there are all kinds of harm but no benefit.

The Demon Killing Golden Spear was a Lingwu Fierce Soldier that took him three years to refine according to his own condition in his previous life, taking the Qi of Heaven and Earth Hardware and Shangdantian Zhenyuan to fuse and forge, and this Prison Dragon Sword and his own fit Cheng Dù was not even under the Demon Killing Spear, it was just like the Lingwu forged by him himself!

"Whew...... Don't be in a hurry, if you hurt your foundation or destroy the lines of the spiritual martial arts, the gains outweigh the losses. ”

After Feng Zi regulated his breathing, he entered a meditative state.

Refining Lingwu is a water grinding effort, and it took seven days for Feng Zi to finally reach Cheng Dù, who can freely control the jade sword with a single thought.

He also controlled Lingwu in his previous life, and he had a lot of research on the way of imperial weapons, and after a little experiment, he could skillfully control the Prison Dragon Sword.

"Up, Rise, Turn, Disease!"

Feng Zi ordered like the wind, the sword moved at will, and on the empty martial arts arena, pieces of boulders and sword armor were broken by the jade sword, scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the fragments of armor all over the ground, Feng Zi's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

Although this imprisoned dragon sword is easy to use, it does not have the power of a sword in the hands of Li Tianyou in his previous life.

"Maybe my cultivation is not enough, now I can drive as I want, let's try first to see if I can refine into the Mud Pill Palace!"

Feng Zi put the imprisoned dragon jade sword on his eyebrows, a little apprehensive.

The Mud Pill Palace is a place where the innate martial artist stores the spiritual martial arts, but his cultivation in this life is still shallow, and he has not succeeded in opening up the upper dantian in the Mud Pill Palace, and the spiritual power has reached a level sufficient to refine the spiritual martial arts, which is a unique case throughout the ages, and it is still unknown whether he can successfully collect the spiritual martial arts.

"Photograph!"

As soon as his mind moved, the jade sword in the center of his eyebrows disappeared in an instant, Feng Zi felt that there was an extra thing in the Mud Pill Palace, and if he looked closely, it was the Jade Sword of the Imprisoned Dragon!

"It's done!"

However, before Feng Zi could start celebrating, there were earth-shaking changes in his Mud Pill Palace.

The gray Gu Zhong, which was originally dominating in it, saw that there was an invasion of foreign objects, and there was a long buzzing sound, and the Imprisoned Dragon Jade Sword was like a deer that saw the Divine Dragon, crawling on the edge of the Mud Pill Palace, trembling, and the sword body began to quickly crumble and disintegrate.

Seeing this, Feng Zi was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

He didn't know anything about the origin of the gray ancient bell, and he didn't even know if this thing was a spirit martial art, let alone take the initiative to control it!

Layers of jade skin shattered and disintegrated, turning into pure earth vitality, diffusing from Feng Zi's eyebrows, and blending into heaven and earth.

"Huh?!"

Feng Zijue's imprisoned dragon sword did not completely collapse and disintegrate, and after the jade skin was removed, the metal sword body was revealed.

The illusion dissipated, and the Imprisoned Dragon Sword revealed its true face.

This sword is about two inches long, extremely sharp, and has a dark red hue throughout.

This sword aura is compelling, and it directly rushed out of the Mud Pill Palace, and in front of Feng Zi's eyes, he was as proud as a flame dragon.

It was only at this time that Feng Zi knew why he was in line with the attributes of this Prison Dragon Sword.

"There is a complete flame dragon spirit trapped in it, so it is called 'Prison Dragon', the real attribute of this sword is not earth, but fire, and I practice "Shao Room Pure Yang Gong" just fits!"

Feng Zi looked at the unruly crimson Prison Dragon Sword in front of him, but he didn't have the slightest choice.

It's not that he is incompetent, but that the level of this imprisoned dragon sword has surpassed the level of the qiē spirit martial arts that he knew when he was a "blood venerable" in his previous life.

In other words, the martial artists who refined the Imprisoned Dragon Sword had already far surpassed the innate level in terms of cultivation.

"Martial Dao Seven Heavens, respect it as holy, this imprisoned dragon sword is refined by the sage!"

"It's such a big opportunity!"

"This Imprisoned Dragon Sword is not a spiritual martial art, but a higher-level 'holy soldier'!"

Feng Zi knew very well that there would not be too many saints in the entire Western Sea, either living in seclusion in the mountains or isolated islands, or being worshiped by the Taishang in the large human kingdom to protect one side.

He stared at the Imprisoned Dragon Sword, feeling as if his spirit had been cut in half by the sword's sharpness, and then burned to ashes by a scorching fire.

When Feng Zi felt that he was about to die, he suddenly came back to his senses and shouted:

"It's just a vain, break it for me!"

Even if he broke free from the Flame Illusion, Feng Zi's spiritual power was greatly depleted, his face was pale, and his breath was disordered.

The appearance of the imprisoned dragon sword is extremely humane, wandering back and forth in front of Feng Zi's body, looking like a high-spirited villain.

Airplanes......

The gray ancient clock in the Mud Pill Palace hummed.

The Prison Dragon Sword was full of might, as if it had seen a cat's mouse, and suddenly fell from the air, lying obediently in Feng Zi's palm, not daring to make any more mistakes.

Lifting the crimson sword, Feng Zi lowered his head and pondered.

"What is the gray ancient bell in the center of my eyebrows? It looks similar to the Lingwu Holy Soldier, but what level of existence is it? I have experienced the reverse flow of time and returned to my youth, is it really because of this ancient clock?"

Thinking to no avail, he simply gave up his curiosity for the time being: "As long as my cultivation continues to improve and my strength continues to grow, sooner or later I will be able to get a glimpse of the truth." ”

However, looking at the Prison Dragon Sword in his hand, Feng Zi smiled bitterly again.

The Imprisoned Dragon Sword revealed its true face, and it was more powerful, but it was also more unruly and difficult to control, and it couldn't even take back the Mud Pill Palace. If you want to use it yourself, I'm afraid it will take a few more months to communicate and refine.

However, at this time, there was still half a year before the autumn hunt, and he was not in a hurry.

In this half a year, in addition to refining the Prison Dragon Sword, Feng Zi can also be used to consolidate and increase cultivation.

"Another day, I'll sort out my memories, make a list of all the materials with appreciation potential, and hand them over to the sealing mist, so that he can collect money on his behalf, exchange the elixir, and strive to break through to the middle of the quadruple after half a year!"

In this way, Feng Zi set a plan for the next six months.

......

Time is fleeting, as if it is just a blink of an eye, and half a year passes by in the fingers.

On this day, Feng Zi walked out of the practice room and came to the courtyard.

The yellow leaves in the courtyard are scattered, the autumn breeze is whisking, and several ravens stand on the dead branches, all of which give people a sense of loneliness and coolness.

Compared with half a year ago, Feng Zi's dark eyes seemed more profound.

"During this time, I have been able to use the Prison Dragon Sword freely, although the consumption is very large, and there is only one blow, but in Xuanyuan City during this time period, no one can pose a threat to me. ”

Closing his eyes, sensing the fiery crimson internal force in his lower abdomen, Feng Zi frowned slightly: "The cultivation of internal force is growing too slowly, and now my lower dantian is only full of thirty percent." It will take at least two and a half years to reach the fourfold peak of martial arts by practicing through normal means. And there are only two and a half years left before the catastrophe comes!"

In the past half a year, most of the money that Feng Zi had at hand was handed over to Luo Tianyu, so that he could purchase the hundred-year-old elixir that could increase martial arts cultivation in the Jade Pavilion on his behalf.

You must know that Feng Zi Wu has made a lot of money under the guidance of Feng Zi's intelligence, and this money has doubled because of Feng Zi's investment in Li Ruoxi, if all the money in Feng Zi's hands is released, I am afraid that a medium-sized force will be built immediately.

With the support of a large amount of money and elixir resources, and the cultivation experience of his previous life, Feng Zicai barely cultivated to the level of consummation of the fourth early stage, and the difficulty of martial arts cultivation can be seen.

"The plan can't catch up with the changes, and the matter of cultivation progress will wait until after this autumn hunt to make a plan. ”

"The cold poison in my mother's body has been completely eradicated, and I have no scruples about going out this time. ”

Thinking like this, Feng Zi left the courtyard and walked towards the family altar of worshipping the heavens.

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