Thunder Corpse

"Appeared!"

Qian Xunxing felt the ball of light in his hand, his expression was shocked, he turned and flew towards the east.If it wasn't for the light cluster's induction, Qian Xixing would probably continue to fly in the wrong direction.

"Brother, things are a bit weird, how could Shen Cong disappear and reappear like this, I'm afraid there will be a trap!"

In the jungle, a group of people stood in the air, and one of them spoke.

"Killing him, I alone is enough. Even if something happens, don't you still have you? For the sake of safety, I asked all the juniors to come with me, otherwise why would it be so!" Under the sunlight, Xiao Huangyue revealed the figure of one of them.

"Master told me not to be careless!" the man insisted.

"I understand. If there is any problem, you can just set up the formation." Xiao Huangyue was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything. Sensing Shen Cong's position, he flew out first, and the others followed behind.

inside the cave.

The dark sword soul rotates slightly in mid-air, this is the second-order sword soul.What is the second-order sword spirit, to put it more simply, it is the king's sword spirit.Only kings of the eighth rank can have it. This is exclusive to the eighth rank powerhouse. Among the seventh rank practitioners who can condense such artistic conception, there are very few in the whole world, and the Dark Sword Soul is probably even unique.

Shen Cong looked at Dao Po as if looking at a magnificent work of art.And the Dark Soul Sword is indeed a work of art. No matter from any angle, the Dark Soul Sword has a fascinating appearance.This is unique to the power of darkness, and its charm makes people fall. The Dark Spring of Life is the best among them. Almost nothing in the world can escape its assimilation.

Finger forward a little, Dao Po slightly trembled, turned into a ray of light and sank into Shen Cong's forehead.Shen Cong closed his eyes, experiencing the mystery of the second-order sword soul.The soul of the king's sword was condensed, and Shen Cong's consciousness had already reached the level of an eighth-rank king, at least in terms of the way of the sword.

Fu Ling's heart came, countless auras flashed from Shen Cong's mind, Shen Cong made a move with his right hand, and a blade made entirely of rock appeared in Shen Cong's hand.

"laugh!"

The saber move was launched, and Shen Cong rose up in the cave by himself.Shen Cong didn't use any real energy, and even his physical strength was suppressed to the lowest level, using only the basic strength of an adult.The knife walked with him, obviously not using any power, but the aura of the surrounding world began to fluctuate.

This kind of fluctuation was small at first, but as it progressed, the movement of the heaven and earth's aura became larger and larger, and even the aura directly followed Shen Cong and began to flow.

This is the unique result of a simple knife move matching a little dao between heaven and earth.At first Shen Cong kept his eyes open, but in the end he even closed them.The movements became more and more casual, Shen Cong probably didn't even know what kind of moves he was using at the moment.

But that's it, in this completely unaware, completely random state, the aura of the surrounding world became more and more turbulent.This kind of turmoil spread from several meters around Shen Cong's body to the entire cave, and it didn't end there. In the end, it continued directly within a radius of [-] meters.

This kind of turmoil in the spiritual energy of the world, I am afraid that anyone who has reached the fifth level of cultivation can do it.It can be said that it is not worth mentioning, but if it is known that Shen Cong did not use true energy, but simple martial arts moves, with such a posture, I am afraid that many people will be shocked, and even some people who have not inherited it People don't understand what's going on.

Enlightenment!

And what one realizes is not the ordinary way, but the way that belongs to oneself.And Shen Cong's Wudong's figure at this moment gradually began to have a unique style and momentum, a little bit of black light condensed on the stone knife, this black light seemed to not belong to this world, it was a bit illusory, and it didn't have the slightest power. With the passage of time, this black light has gradually poured into the entire stone knife.

"laugh!"

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a moment, maybe a lifetime, as Shen Cong swung the knife, there was a burst of explosion in the air, and a crack of unknown depth appeared on the entire ground.And with the crack, the black light on the stone knife in Shen Cong's hand also disappeared.

Shen Cong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little tired, but more excited, the excitement of comprehending a new move.Shen Cong looked at the cracks on the ground, he didn't use any real energy and strength, and he had such power in a single cut. Shen Cong himself was a little surprised, but naturally, he was more happy.

"Intermediate esoteric art, I didn't expect that the one who is at the forefront is the sword technique that is not used much now!"

A smile appeared from the corner of Shen Cong's mouth, because at the beginning of the Thunder Sword Soul, and because of his growing physique, Shen Cong had always used it as a supplement to the sword technique, and would not use it as the main attack technique.But now, with the condensation of the king's sword spirit and the creation of the intermediate-level profound sword technique, the power of the sword technique surpassed all of Shen Cong's attack methods.

The so-called unpredictability of the world is probably referring to such a situation.

"I'll call you An Luo Zhan from now on!"

Shen Cong murmured softly, because of the king's sword spirit, Shen Cong broke through a certain limit, allowing Anluo Zhan's power to reach [-]% of the middle-level profound meaning, far exceeding the level that can be comprehended by ordinary seventh-level.Of course, this generally only refers to the ordinary seventh level, and those geniuses naturally have their own mysteries in it.

But [-]% of the middle-level Profound Truths can be regarded as the top group of people.More importantly, Shen Cong hadn't tapped out the final potential of this technique when he started the Dark Luo Zhan. As time went by, it would not be difficult for the Dark Luo Zhan to reach the consummation of the middle-level profound art. By then, the power of the sword technique would be Really great.

Now Shen Cong only needs to follow the established train of thought to continue on this road.Shen Cong glanced at the stone knife in his hand, wondering if it was because of the enlightenment just now, the stone knife, which should have been extremely ordinary, now had a slight light flickering in it, and in terms of hardness, it was no less than an ordinary treasure .

With a slight smile, Shen Cong put it aside casually, and took out the Seven Smoke Formation from the Qiankun bag.

"Old man, how much breath soil do you need?"

Shen Cong turned on the dial and asked directly.At the beginning, he had promised the old man that he would give some if he got the interest soil.Although the breath soil is precious, there is no reason to go back on what was promised, not to mention the recovery of the Seven Smoke Array will be of greater benefit to Shen Cong.

"It's enough to give the old man [-]%!" In the Qiyan Formation, the old man smiled, and suddenly the old man frowned, carefully watching the phantom Shen Cong transformed in the space, and his eyes became more and more strange.

"Have you condensed the king's sword soul?" The old man finally couldn't help asking.

"Old man, your eyes are still so vicious!" Shen Cong couldn't help laughing, and told what happened just now.For the old man, Shen Cong didn't intend to hide anything. The old man had guessed about Shen Cong's identity as a monster, and the others didn't matter. Anyway, it was just a spirit, so it was impossible to inform anyone.

"Tsk tsk, the old man underestimated you, to have such great determination!"

The old man rarely praised Shen Cong that he was able to break his artistic conception by himself. How could ordinary practitioners dare to do this? If they are a little careless, their future will be ruined.Although Shen Cong performed well on weekdays, the old man never expected that Shen Cong could do this.

Shen Cong smiled, but said nothing.Withdrew from the seven-smoke formation, Shen Cong picked up the soil, and put [-]% of it directly on the seven-smoke formation.A ray of light shines from the Seven Smoke Formation, and Xi Yang gradually disappears.

"Boy, it may take a while to digest this aura. During this time, you should pay attention to yourself, so don't die in the end!" The old man ordered, and the aura of the entire Seven Smoke Array subsided.When Shen Cong yelled again, there was no response.

Shen Cong shook his head helplessly, glanced at the soil in his hand, and the next step was to absorb the soil.However, Xiyang's energy is too huge, Shen never may be able to succeed, and I'm afraid he will have to think of other ways by then.But these are all things to talk about. You must recover your energy before you can think about other things.

Thinking of this, Shen Cong's eyes shone with black light, shining on the soil, and the soil disappeared in his hand.Sword soul has reached the second level, and it has already formed its own space inside.However, this kind of space is not big, probably only slightly larger than an adult's fist, so it can be said that it is very small, and can only store a few things.

This is what Shen knew from the past, those eighth-level powerhouses usually put the most precious things in their own minds, such as sword soul and sword soul, or the same for martial arts.Once the cultivator dies, the items in the mind will disappear, and the rumor is that it is in the void.Therefore, if one has the ability to cross the void, one may be able to find many treasures of the former eighth-level powerhouse inside.

After putting away the most important things, Shen Cong breathed a sigh of relief.Sitting cross-legged, the demonic energy around him gradually dissipated, and the aura of heaven and earth poured in, and Shen Cong fell into cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword spirit in the sea of ​​souls was constantly trembling.On a whim, this is Dao Po alerting Shen Cong.All warriors may have a whim, and the higher the cultivation level, the greater the possibility of this.

Shen stood up from a sudden, the scope of the whim was very narrow, and did not indicate what kind of thing it was.But now, those people are probably the only ones who can make Shen Cong feel the danger.Thinking of this, Shen never could not help but chuckle softly.The body flickered, and Shen Cong appeared outside the cave.

Since trouble comes, solve it directly.

It was just a cup of tea, a stream of light came from a distance, and a scorching breath rushed towards his face.The streamer dissipated, revealing the figure in it, and Qian sat down.

"It seems that you knew I was coming!"

Qian Xixing looked at Shen Cong's posture, his expression moved slightly.

"What should come will eventually come!" Shen Cong laughed softly.

"Then you should be ready to die!" Qian Xixing stared at Shen Cong, the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"You hate me?" Shen Cong asked strangely.

"Whether you hate it or not has nothing to do with whether you should die or not!"

"Zheng!"

The two swords whined softly, and Qian Xixing pointed at Shen Cong with the tip of the sword, "I have said enough, you can go on the road with peace of mind!"

Shen Cong quietly took a step backwards, a sword qi appeared at Shen Cong's feet silently, a hole of unknown depth appeared there, countless tiny sword qi shot out from the inside, and even cut towards Shen Cong. Come on, psychic extreme.

"laugh!"

Until then, the roar of the previous attack sounded in the air.

ps: Going to bed late and getting up early, it will last for two more days, I can't stand it anymore.