Wonderland

Chapter 192 Splitting Spiritual Consciousness
More than half a month later, Xiao Lin sat cross-legged in the practice room, his eyes flickering.

The "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" was placed by his side. After a period of groping, Xiao Lin studied this sword art no less than ten times, and even thought over every word and sentence several times. Keep it in mind.

After confirming that there was no problem with the practice formulas on the first level, Xiao Lin finally made up his mind to start practicing the first level of the "Spirit Splitting Sword Formula".

After adjusting his energy to the best state, Xiao Lin took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

Within Xiao Lin's Sea of ​​Consciousness, a group of faint turquoise spiritual light kept flickering, but after a while, the surface of this group of spiritual light suddenly began to flicker frantically, and in the end it almost became a group of dazzling light.

Gradually, this group of non-stop flashing spiritual light began to stretch gradually.

In the outside world, a look of pain suddenly appeared on Xiao Lin's face, and this pain directly affected the soul. Since Xiao Lin thought that his mind was still resolute, he also trembled from the pain.

There was even more cold sweat on his forehead.

However, Xiao Lin clenched his teeth and endured the pain of splitting the spirit. During this process, his Dao heart could not be shaken in the slightest. Once the Dao heart shakes and fear arises, then the spiritual consciousness will be directly torn apart. And because of this, it caused great damage to the soul.

At the slightest point, he becomes an idiot, and at the severest point, he becomes out of his wits.

Within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the turquoise aura was gradually stretched into a triangle, and with further stretching, the three corners of the triangle also began to become thicker.

And as the spiritual consciousness was stretched into three pieces, Xiao Lin's body also trembled violently. The pain of tearing the soul is indeed not something ordinary people can bear, even though Xiao Lin already had adequate mental preparation.

But after the real splitting of the spirit started, Xiao Lin realized that this pain was more intense than he had imagined.

After another cup of tea time, Xiao Lin's trembling body slowly stopped, and within the sea of ​​consciousness, the blue-green aura also formed three clusters, but between the three clusters of spiritual consciousness, there was still a slender aura Connected, which means that the final cracking of the spirit has not been successful.

At this moment, Xiao Lin has become a little numb, and his reaction to pain has also begun to slow down, but Xiao Lin still insists on his original heart, not letting his Dao heart be shaken in the slightest.

Gradually, Xiao Lin has reached the point where there is no sadness, no joy, no pain and no shock.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the three groups of spiritual consciousness continued to stretch, and the aura on the spiritual consciousness was also flickering.

Half an hour later, after Xiao Lin felt the sound of "boom" in the sea of ​​consciousness, his vision went dark, and then he collapsed on the futon, and passed out directly.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Lin gradually woke up and opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to sit up, there was a sharp pain in his mind, which made Xiao Lin gasp and almost fell down again.

He hastily supported his body with his arms, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

This "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" is indeed not practiced by humans. This process probably surpasses the torture of thousands of cuts in common customs. If it wasn't for the pain until the end, he would be numb. Xiao Lin didn't know if he could really bear it. To crack the spirit to complete.

Xiao Lin crossed his legs with his hands, and then closed his eyes.

Within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the bluish-green aura was still just one blob, but as Xiao Lin moved slightly, the blob of aura split into three, forming three slightly smaller blobs of light.

At this time, Xiao Lin suddenly had a strange feeling that he could multitask himself.

Xiao Lin opened his eyes, thinking about the formula of the "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" in his heart, at the same time he patted his waist pocket, and suddenly a small dark green sword the size of a palm flew out, circling around Xiao Lin non-stop with.

And with Xiao Linyaoyao's finger, the "Bingluan Sword" suddenly turned into a thick sword light more than ten feet long, and it was about to fly forward.

Xiao Lin was startled, and hastily turned his mind to drive the "Bingluan Sword" to stop. The Bingluan Sword turned into a palm-sized dark green sword again, circling and dancing around Xiao Lin non-stop.

The power of the Bingluan Sword made Xiao Lin somewhat surprised. If he hadn't hurriedly ordered the Bingluan Sword to stop, his practice room would have been destroyed directly, and he himself would have been disgraced.

What's even more strange is that Xiao Lin was able to think about the formula of the "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" while controlling the Bingluan Sword. This wonderful feeling of multitasking made Xiao Lin intoxicated for a while.

After a while, suddenly there was a sharp pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Lin couldn't help gasping, and hastily stopped multitasking.

Xiao Lin immediately understood that he had just succeeded in splitting his spirit. Although three parts of his spiritual sense could be driven at the same time, in the final analysis, he was still controlled by a soul. After splitting his spirit, his soul had been damaged. The mantra in the heart method is to sit quietly for a month to further consolidate and strengthen the power of the split spiritual consciousness.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin couldn't help blaming himself secretly, if his mind and soul were irreversibly damaged due to a moment of carelessness, then he would really be wronged.

Xiao Lin didn't dare to be negligent, and silently recited the "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" mental method, and began to meditate to nourish the split spiritual consciousness.

A month later, Xiao Lin opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

The "Spirit Splitting Sword Art" on the first level was finally completed. Once the sword art was released, the Bingluan Sword immediately turned into a ten-foot-long shocking sword light, and under the blessing of Xiao Lin's "Qingyan Spirit Fire", Down, it is even more powerful.

Xiao Lin believed that even the top-grade magic weapon would not be able to last long under the attack of the Bingluan Sword blessed by his "Qingyan Linghuo".

Moreover, after mastering the first level of "Spirit Splitting Sword Art", Xiao Lin can already multitask. Not only can he use the "Bingluan Sword" to attack the enemy, but he can also use the Seven Blades Slash and the Sanyuan Banner at the same time. In this way, Xiao Lin's enemy is equivalent to facing the attack of at least two people.

Using the Spirit Splitting Sword Jue imperial envoy magic weapon, each magic weapon is the main attack magic weapon, not only more flexible, but also can continuously inject mana into the magic weapon, strengthening the attack power and durability of the attack.

It is different for ordinary monks to envoy multiple magic weapons, usually one is the main attack, and the rest of the magic weapons rely on the mana that has been penetrated into it and the spirituality of the magic weapon itself to attack the enemy mechanically, with both flexibility and power. To discount.

This also made Xiao Lin's combat power soar after possessing the ability to attack with distraction.

"Eh?" Sitting cross-legged, thinking about the next training plan, he suddenly exclaimed, Xiao Lin patted his waist pocket, and the silver sect token appeared in Xiao Lin's hand .

And as the token appeared, a faint silver light suddenly shot out from it, followed by rows of handwriting appearing in the sky above the token.

Seeing the handwriting, Xiao Lin's face suddenly darkened, and after a while, he showed a sneer.

"There are some things that need to be resolved."

Xiao Lin stood up, and after leaving the cave, he turned into a streak of dark green aura that was more than ten feet long and soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Flying at lightning speed all the way in the Tianlu Mountains, Xiao Lin deliberately diffused the aura of body protection, enjoying the biting wind blowing towards his face, and his mood was extremely comfortable.

After entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, Xiao Lin controlled the Seven Blades Slash, and his speed was at least several times faster. In contrast, in Xiao Lin's eyes, the short escape controlled by a monk in the Qi Refining Stage was like a tortoise crawling.

But Xiao Lin will not be arrogant and think that he is invincible in the world. In the five major sects of Tianlu Mountain Range, apart from the few Nascent Soul old monsters who are high above, there are at least dozens of Jindan Patriarchs.

Any one of these people can kill himself in an instant, and even among the monks in the foundation establishment period, Xiao Lin doesn't think that he can walk sideways with his cultivation in the early foundation establishment period, so he still controls the Qi Qi in a low-key manner. The blade cuts and flies.

As for the spiritual weapon Bingluan Sword, he put it away and regarded it as a trump card. Moreover, after practicing the "Spirit Splitting Sword Art", the Bingluan Sword was even more powerful when used in Xiao Lin's hands. In terms of attack power alone, I am afraid it is comparable to the big fireball technique blessed by myself with Qingyan spiritual fire.

These are Xiao Lin's two sharpest attack methods today.

In the Tianlu Mountains, although the number of foundation-building stage cultivators is not small, it is not easy to meet a foundation-building stage cultivator in a vast area of ​​a million miles.

Before Xiao Lin entered Dancao Mountain, he had been cultivating for ten years, and he only saw a foundation-building monk outside the city of Xueling Xiancheng.

However, the number of monks in the Qi refining period is much larger. Along the way, Xiao Lin saw quite a few monks in the Qi refining period flying in the air with all kinds of magic weapons.

Xiao Lin naturally ignored these people, and those cultivators in the Qi refining period, after seeing Xiao Lin's thick escaping light representing the monks in the Foundation Establishment period from a distance, either ran away from a distance, or simply Pressing the aura of the magic weapon, it landed directly on the ground.

After all, from their point of view, if they encounter an existence like Xiao Lin, if the other party is unhappy, they may be in great trouble. In the eyes of the monks of the foundation establishment stage, the realm of the Qi refining stage is almost the same as that of ordinary people.

Xiao Lin saw those monks in the Qi refining period avoiding him far away. Xiao Lin, who had come all the way from the Qi refining period, didn't know what they were thinking, but he didn't care either. A ray of light disappeared in the eyes of those people in the blink of an eye.

Snow Ridge Fairy City
This thousand-year-old city is still covered in white snow, just like its name.

The howling cold wind brought up large flakes of snowflakes, which raged and danced.

Outside Xueling Fairy City, there was a long queue to enter the city. These people were dressed thinly, and they were not afraid of the biting cold wind. Many people were even chatting and laughing, as if nothing look like.

These people are all cultivators in the Qi refining period. Although they are only low-level existences in the cultivation world, they have already reached the point where ordinary cold and heat cannot invade the body.

At this moment, a thick ray of light descended from the sky, and the large expanse of snow where it landed immediately scattered in all directions, leaving an open space several feet in size.

Seeing this scene, all the cultivators in the Qi refining period fell silent immediately, and looked enviously at the young man in his twenties, with fair skin, short hair, and a dark green robe.

(End of this chapter)