Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1269 It's too shocking not to play like this!

The exercises were introduced into the sea of ​​spirits, and both Han Xiao and Mingyue Qianlong began to study the essence of them.

Soon, excitement flashed in the eyes of both of them. To Mingyue Qianlong, "Soul Separation Art" is like a huge treasure house. Once it can explode hundreds of times the power of spiritual consciousness, it can be imagined , How much her spiritual power field will be improved.

Similarly, for Han Xiao, "Moon Shadow Heart Art" is simply a key to open the door to a new world, which makes Han Xiao longing.

Time was running out, neither of them talked nonsense, and immediately began to comprehend and study.

According to the content of "Moon Shadow Heart Jue", Han Xiao collected his mind and began to stimulate his power of consciousness.

Although he does not have the physique of the Lingyue Divine Physique, and cannot cultivate the "Moon Shadow Heart Jue" to the peak, but with Han Xiao's current vision, he can completely break out of the "Moon Shadow Heart Jue" and comprehend what belongs to him. own domain of consciousness.

Buzz!

In the mind, a slight fluctuation spread slightly like the ripples on the surface of a lake.

Around Han Xiao's body, a layer of dim red light slowly lit up.

Mingyue Qianlong on the side was about to practice the first layer of "Soul Separation Art", when seeing the red light all over Han Xiao's body, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"How could it be so fast?" Mingyue Qianlong was shocked. Although the red light released by Han Xiao's practice of "Moon Shadow Heart Art" was completely different from the authentic milky white light, the fluctuation of the consciousness was exactly the same.

"What a freak!" Mingyue Qianlong took a deep breath, collected her mind, and began to sink into an ethereal state.

Whoa!
In Han Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness, a scene of "a bright moon is born on the sea" slowly manifested. The sea is rolling and the waves are surging. Under the moonlight, illusory shadows are transformed into one by one, solemn and solemn Sanskrit singing seems to be able to cleanse the soul.

"Sure enough, it is a peerless technique for tempering the power of divine consciousness!" Han Xiao was overjoyed, and completely sank his mind into the "Moon Shadow Heart Art".

Time passed slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Xiao opened his eyes again.

The surrounding area is still filled with thick fog. Only on this small island can one barely see the surrounding environment a little bit. Since the sky cannot be seen, it is impossible to judge how long it has passed, and even do not know whether it is day or night.

Fearing the sea of ​​fog, it seems to be floating in the gap between two time and space. It can be said that this place is no longer purely in the Shadow Demon Island.

If you can't cross the sea of ​​fog, you may be left here forever.

In this way, to the outside world, it is basically no different from death.

"call……"

Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Han Xiao stood up slowly, comprehending the "Moon Shadow Heart Art", although the total amount of Han Xiao's spiritual power has not changed, and even compressed a little, but in terms of quality, I don't know. How many times higher than before!
Star pupils flickered, and a thorn of divine consciousness shot out from Han Xiao's pupils. With a bang, a boulder in front of him exploded.

"It turns out that soul attacks can be so powerful." Han Xiao squeezed his fists, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he restrained his breath. He suddenly became like a frail scholar, and he couldn't see it at all. Something special.

If it is said that after comprehending the complete sword field, Han Xiao's gestures and gestures all carry a sharp aura like a sharp sword, but now, Han Xiao has reached a more advanced level, a kind of returning to the basics. realm.

"The "Moon Shadow Heart Jue" is really mysterious. After this practice, my mind has become much clearer, and it is even beneficial to my understanding of the way of swordsmanship. It is really a surprise." Han Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the To Mingyue Qianlong.

This woman is still comprehending the "Soul Separation Art". I can see white light surging all over her body, and the force field of spiritual consciousness around her is sometimes amplified, and sometimes Yasuo's delicate body trembles slightly, as if she is breaking through a certain shackles.

It can be foreseen that when Mingyue Qianlong wakes up, her strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, even much greater than the benefits Han Xiao received.

Since Mingyue Qianlong is still practicing, Han Xiao dare not go far. Although the visibility on the island is higher than that in the lake, the rules of time and space here are too weird, and Han Xiao dare not be careless at all.

Stuffing a elixir to restore vitality into his mouth, Han Xiao continued to meditate, trying to recover to his peak state when Mingyue Qianlong woke up.

Rumble!
I don't know how long it has passed, a splash of water splashed on Han Xiao's face.

Han Xiao opened his eyes, and saw that the cracks in the surrounding rocks had been completely submerged by the lake water, and wave after wave was hitting, getting higher and higher and fiercer.

"No, this small island is going to be submerged!"

Han Xiao's eyelids twitched, and he quickly reached out to pull Mingyue Qianlong, and was about to call her, but found that the woman opened her eyes slowly, with a flash of light in her eyes, and an invisible barrier spread around her body, directly killing her. The oncoming waves bounced off.

"You're finally awake." Han Xiao smiled lightly.

Mingyue Qianlong nodded, jumped up, and stood side by side with Han Xiao. When she saw the surrounding environment, she frowned slightly, "What should I do now?"

"What else can I do, anyway, I have almost cultivated, it's time to leave here."

"Almost?" Mingyue Qianlong was taken aback, turned to look at Han Xiao, and asked in surprise, "What does almost mean?"

"It's just that we can't break through in a short time." Han Xiao grabbed Mingyue Qianlong's arm casually, and led her to jump onto a high rock.

Looking around, there is a thick light red mist floating around, and the visibility is extremely low. Even on a small island with relatively better conditions, if you look far, you can vaguely see the scenery about two or three meters away.

"Let me see, how do we go next?" Han Xiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed, a layer of divine consciousness fluctuated, rippling, and then, around Han Xiao, a layer of spiritual consciousness The brilliance of the power shrouded it, and in the light, Han Xiao's power of consciousness was everywhere, as if he controlled everything in this world.

"God... domain of divine consciousness?"

Mingyue Qianlong's pupils shrank suddenly, and stared at Han Xiao in surprise, "How is it possible, the first time I practiced "Moon Shadow Heart Art", I directly comprehended the realm of divine consciousness, this...how is this possible?"

After all, Han Xiao is not the body of the Lingyue God at all. Some of the disciples that the Moon God has accepted are basically geniuses in cultivating the soul. Unfortunately, due to physical problems, the fastest one also took three years of cultivation to master the realm of divine consciousness. , and Han Xiao, this is only the first time to practice "Moon Shadow Heart Art"!

"It's just a realm of Xiaocheng-level spiritual consciousness." Han Xiao touched the bridge of his nose, a little dissatisfied: "It's a pity that we can't continue to break through in a short time, but it is barely enough to deal with the fog here."

"Small... Xiaocheng level!" Mingyue Qianlong couldn't help being hit hard, almost feeling as if she was about to suffocate.

If you don't play like this, it's too shocking!

I woke up later than Han Xiao, but just as Han Xiao predicted, I barely completed the sixth level of "Soul Separation Art". I thought it was something to be proud of, but compared with Han Xiao, it was simply There is a sense of shame.

(End of this chapter)