Ling Haoran crossed his knees and began to cultivate the Battle Nerve, the Battle Soul Immortal Recipe began to operate, Zhu Rong God of War, Jiuli God of War, and Thunder God of War all walked out of the Will Sapling, and then began to temper Ling Haoran's Soul Sea, Ling Haoran continued to run the Battle Soul Immortal Technique while enduring the severe pain, and finally a few days later, after two-thirds of the soul mist in Ling Haoran's Soul Sea had turned into a liquid state, Ling Haoran stopped running the Battle Soul Immortal Technique.

Ling Haoran tried it, and the coverage of the divine sense was twice as large as before, and the power of the Battle Soul Immortal Technique was really powerful. Ling Haoran still had a lot of time, and then sorted out the basic Dan patterns of alchemy, the basic spirit patterns of the refiner, the basic formation patterns of the formation, and the basic runes of the runes, and then tried to carve these Dan patterns, spirit patterns, formation patterns, and runes into the soul sea, and after the soul sea was successfully depicted, the will sapling was like seeing nourishment, and absorbed these basic Dan patterns, spirit patterns, formation patterns, and runes into its surroundings, and after absorbing the will sapling, they regrew one by one Dan patterns, spirit patterns, formation patterns, and runes on the leaves. A cycle was formed, and the will sapling slowly grew up and grew a new leaf.

Just after the little sapling of will had just grown new leaves, another phantasm appeared in Ling Haoran's soul sea: the Nine Shadows God of War. Ling Haoran's soul sea was instantly frozen by the cold qi of the Nine Shadows, and then the phantoms of the Zhurong God of War, the Jiuli God of War, and the Thunder God of War all appeared, and began the passive tempering of Ling Haoran's soul sea, the two heavens of ice and fire of the Nine Shadows and Zhu Rong were very effective for Ling Haoran's soul sea quenching, and of course, the pain brought with it also increased exponentially, coupled with the tempering of the Thunder and the Jiuli God of War, there was only a little bit of soul fog left in Ling Haoran's soul sea, and it was estimated that if another God of War phantom appeared, Ling Haoran's soul power would all become liquid, Ling Haoran's soul sea also broke through.

After Ling Haoran's soul power increased, he didn't stay, and continued to carve the basic Dan pattern, spirit pattern, formation pattern, and rune in the dantian. Then depict the Dan pattern, spirit pattern, formation pattern, and rune in the meridian acupuncture points. These runes revolved around the spirit patterns of heaven and earth, and Ling Haoran's speed of absorbing spiritual energy increased a little, and now Ling Haoran could be seen sitting next to the spiritual spring, and the spiritual energy formed a storm and rushed into Ling Haoran's body, and Ling Haoran's physical body was constantly being tempered by these runes, and his physical strength and defensive ability were constantly increasing.

As soon as Ling Haoran's heart moved, he formed a talisman in his palm, and in the future, Ling Haoran could instantly depict the talisman as long as he needed it, and it was still a steady stream of talisman carving, and there was no need to waste talisman paper.

Ling Haoran's current depiction of the formation is the same, an idea formation is based on his soul power guidance, and a formation is instantly depicted, Ling Haoran's experiment this time is the Ice and Fire Two Rites Array, this formation is the Ice and Fire Two Heavens, which can temper the cultivator's body to the greatest extent, Ling Haoran arranged more than a dozen Ice and Fire Two Ritual Formations and called Ling Wulei and said, "You study this formation, and then arrange some formations for other members of the War God Palace to cultivate." ”

After Ling Haoran came out of the God of War Monument, he came to the back mountain, and he saw Leng Feng cultivating the flying sword under the waterfall, and Leng Feng used the impact of the waterfall to practice his control of the flying sword. Leng Feng devoted himself to cultivation, and the sword light flickered under the impact of the waterfall, as if he was dancing with heaven and earth. His figure loomed in the mist of the waterfall, and at that moment, it was as if he was a part of the waterfall, and the sword and the water merged into one, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

Leng Feng stood at the foot of the waterfall, against the huge momentum of the rushing water, and practiced his control of the flying sword. The water flowed like a knife, hitting his body wave after wave, but he stood like a tenacious pine tree.

The sound of the waterfall roared in my ears like a galloping horse, or like a raging storm. Water vapor splashed and landed on Leng Feng's face, blurring his vision. But he didn't care, he closed his eyes and felt the impact of the waterfall with all his attention.

With a flick of his hand, a flying sword appeared in his hand. The sword body appeared brighter in the reflection of the waterfall, like a silver arrow in the moonlight. Leng Feng began to swing the flying sword, once, twice, three times...... Each sword dance coincides with the impact of the waterfall, forming an invisible wall of qi to block the water mist.

The flying sword was like a spirit snake in Leng Feng's hand, quickly shuttling through the water of the waterfall, and the sword light flickered, making people dizzy. His body swirled with the sword dance, and with the power of the waterfall, he danced the flying sword into a giant sword wheel, as if to swallow the whole world into it.

Suddenly, Leng Feng shouted, and the speed of the sword dance suddenly increased. The sword wheel shot out with the current, and instantly crossed the waterfall and soared into the sky. At that moment, Leng Feng felt as if he was one with heaven and earth, and his body and mind were filled with an indescribable joy.

However, the cultivation is not over. Leng Feng stood quietly at the foot of the waterfall, adjusting his breathing. He knew that only after a thousand efforts could he truly master this flying sword and truly merge with the waterfall.

Ling Haoran said, "Brother Leng Feng, congratulations, you have achieved success in the sword path, and now your sword intent should have reached the third layer!" ”

Leng Feng said, "Mmmm, I've reached the third layer, let me face the man of the Demon Clan, I will definitely not be defeated so badly." Are you here to find me something? ”

Ling Haoran said, "I'm going to walk out of Chaoyi City, you and my second brother Xiao Zhan, can you two help watch the Ling Chamber of Commerce in Chaoyi Town first, I'm worried that someone will have unfavorable actions against the Chamber of Commerce, and after I leave, you and my second brother will help me watch the point, and then when this side goes well, you will come to the battlefield to find me." ”

Leng Feng said, "Okay, no problem, I'll take Xiao Heizi to you when the time comes, Xiao Heizi and the second prince have been fighting together every day recently, I'll just say it when I have time, are you going to leave today?" ”

Ling Haoran said, "I'm leaving today. I'll leave you and my second brother some pills, these pills are all depicted with spirit patterns, you don't have to feel sorry for these pills, just use them if you want. No, I can continue refining. ”

Leng Feng took Ling Haoran's elixir, and then said, "Third brother, don't worry, you don't have to worry about Chaoyi City, it's just that your cultivation path also knows that you need to step out of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, it is a relatively difficult road to take, you have to take care of yourself!" ”

After speaking, Ling Haoran handed the pill bottle to Leng Feng, and then instantly carved some talismans on his body, Ling Haoran floated into the air, and then Ling Haoran flew out of Chaoyi City quickly, and came to the gate of the Fengzi camp in the Demon Mountain Range, Ling Haoran landed, Ling Haoran looked at this and this barracks, and the soldiers in the barracks were busy with their own tasks. Some were sharpening their weapons, sharp blades glistening under the stars; Still others are practicing mantras, their fingers running lightly through the air, like notes on musical score, dancing to a mysterious melody. In the dormitory, soldiers sit together, sharing stories of their hometowns or discussing tactics and strategies. And in the corner of the camp, a team of scouts is quietly setting off to uncharted territory to reconnoitre.

In the center of the barracks, in a huge tent, a commander was sitting in front of his desk, poring over a strategic map. His eyes are like those of a cheetah, sharp and deep, and he seems to be able to see everything. His order was quickly conveyed to the entire barracks through a group of heralds, which instantly became tense and the soldiers rushed to their posts, ready for the upcoming battle.

Ling Haoran carefully observed this military camp, feeling its tension and vitality. He saw that the faces of the soldiers were resolute and resolute, and there was no fear in their eyes, only determination. They trust each other, encourage each other, and work together towards a goal. Ling Haoran took a deep breath, then walked to the guard box of the patrolling soldiers in the barracks, and then Ling Haoran took out the battle axe of the Blood Slaughter and said, "I am here to participate in the Fengzi Battalion, my name is Ling Haoran, this is a token of the Blood Slaughter!" ”