Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 889

The area of ​​the Desolate Grassland is very large, very vast, even larger than the Wanzu Mountain. Moreover, the herbs produced here are rare, and there are not many high-value wild beasts, so it is called the Desolate Grassland. Few people go deep into it. This is why Ling Yuchen Reason for choosing this place.

During the period of waiting for the recovery of the mountain soul spirit body, Ling Yuchen did not idle, but closed his eyes and concentrated, continuing to comprehend the essence of the two mysteries of burning blood and mourning the sky.

Now, there are ten martial patterns in his body, nine of which are his own, and the nine martial patterns are drawn to each other, but the martial patterns engraved with burning blood and mourning heaven have no trace of the other nine martial patterns. implicated.

He faintly felt that although this martial pattern was integrated into his body and used by him, the attitude conveyed by this martial pattern to the other nine martial patterns in his body was contemptuous, as if it disdained to fight with the other nine martial patterns. Wuwen is like a team.

He also understands the reason, this martial pattern may have originally been the martial pattern in the body of a great power at the peak of the wilderness, but now although it is forced to integrate into his body, it has not completely surrendered, and still has an air of arrogance.

It's as if the steward of a royal family's relatives and palace is more airy than the patriarch of an ordinary big family.

However, he was neither angry nor annoyed. Instead, a fighting spirit was born in his heart. He believed that this martial pattern would surrender to him in a short time.

When comprehending the two kinds of martial arts mysteries of burning blood and mourning heaven on this martial pattern, he would occasionally notice the aura of the severed arm remaining deep in the martial pattern, and he would eradicate it conveniently.

Every time these auras are eradicated, some broken pictures remaining in the aura will always flash through his mind.

These pictures were completely fleeting, fragmented, and blurry. Most of them were scenes of fighting, so he didn't pay too much attention to them.

On the second day of waiting, he found another breath remaining in the martial pattern, wrapped it with his spiritual consciousness as usual, and then wiped it out in one fell swoop.

This aura was quite tenacious, and it took him some time to completely clear it. As usual, the moment the aura shattered and disappeared, the remaining images flashed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, after glancing at the picture, cold sweat immediately seeped out from the pores all over his body.

The picture was dark, misty, and very blurry. Only tens of thousands of figures could be seen standing on a black mountain peak.

The aura exuded by those figures is very tyrannical, and the weakest one is much stronger than him!There are also bunches of aura above the prehistoric realm soaring into the sky. At a glance, there are nearly a thousand of them.These powerful figures all faced the top of the mountain, as if they were worshiping.

Ling Yuchen was suddenly curious, and also followed the picture, looking towards the top of the mountain, wanting to see clearly who and what these people were worshiping.

But before he could see clearly, he heard a icy cold snort from the top of the mountain: "Little martial arts mind, dare to wait for the opportunity to peek at Mowu Mountain, die!"

Immediately, a black beam of light fell from the top of the mountain and shot at his forehead.

The black light beam shot down is so terrifying, as if there is only this kind of brilliance left in the world, it can destroy everything in the world, and no power can stop it!
"what!"

Ling Yuchen felt an unprecedented life crisis, and couldn't help screaming.Just as the black light beam was about to fall on his body, the picture crashed.

He opened his still terrified eyes, gasping for breath, slowly stretched out his hand, touched his forehead, and felt liquid flowing out from his forehead, when he took it to his eyes, it turned out to be blood.

There was a vertical wound on his forehead, like a third eye, the bone was visible deep, and his head was just a hair away, life and death were on the line!
"What's going on here, shouldn't those pictures be the memory pictures of Broken Arm Will in the past? How could they be attacked? Those thousands of warriors in the prehistoric realm... what kind of force is this? It's enough to sweep the Chiyue Continent! Where is Wushan?"

Questions flashed through Ling Yuchen's mind quickly, but no one could answer him.

Who did that beam of light shot down from the top of the mountain, it was so terrifying, as if it was hundreds of millions of miles away, it could kill him with one blow!
"The three strong men who came down from the top of Tianlan once said that I was a martial artist because I boarded the martial arts stage. The old woman in red who ruined the small world also said that I was a martial artist. voice, also mentioned Shenwu..."

Ling Yuchen thought about it, "I am a martial artist...but what is a martial artist?"

The three strong men at the top of Tianlan once said that when he occupies one of the tops of the Ten Finger Mountains, they will send him to the top of Tianlan, where he will have a chance to figure out everything.

He looked up at the sky, lost in thought, but he didn't notice that there was a white imprint with golden light in the wound between his brows that flashed away, and the two words "Shenwu" clearly appeared in the imprint.

On the third day, Ling Yuchen stood in front of the three-flower gathering-yuan formation, looking at the spirit body of the mountain soul in the formation. At this moment, the spirit body of the mountain soul was still maintained at a height of about three feet, but the illusory spirit body was smaller than it was two days ago. Condensed a lot.

Before entering the formation, the spirit body of the mountain soul was like a cloud of gray mist that seemed likely to be blown away by the wind at any time, but now it looked like a viscous black liquid, and its aura gradually returned to its former peak.

Because of the Three Flowers Gathering Yuan Formation, almost all the vitality within a radius of tens of miles was emptied. Fortunately, the desolate grassland was sparsely populated, and there were no accidents during these three days.

The mountain soul is recovering quickly, Feng Qing'er is also in the process of comprehension, the aura on her body is constantly changing, and she is on the verge of breaking through.

Suddenly, Feng Qing'er opened her beautiful eyes, the originally black and white eyes were now filled with a touch of silver, and the aura on her body continued to expand, and when it reached the extreme, it quickly fell back, and finally, the aura stabilized in the Two stars in the firmament realm!
"Breakthrough?"

Seeing Feng Qinger get up, Ling Yuchen immediately walked up to her and asked with a smile.

"Well, a breakthrough."

Feng Qing'er nodded with joy on her cheeks, and then said with a sigh: "Although I have caught up with you in terms of realm, it is impossible to defeat Yanyue Shuangjie with one against two like you."

Hearing this, Ling Yuchen chuckled lightly.

The reason why he was able to defeat warriors whose cultivation was far beyond his was because nine martial lines had been derived from his body from the very beginning, which was far superior to ordinary warriors of the same realm.

Moreover, his physical body has also reached the state of Vientiane Bone Cry, which is a great trump card. Combined with the power of space that he has comprehended during his narrow escape, it is not impossible to defeat enemies at the level of Yanyue Shuangjie.

"How is the mountain soul recovering?" Feng Qing'er asked.

"It will be fully recovered soon."

"So is it time to start refining it into a weapon soul, to create a Horcrux?"

Ling Yuchen looked at the spirit body of the mountain soul in the Sanhua Juyuan formation, and nodded: "Yes, I plan to integrate it into the Yunhai Treasure Ship, so that the Yunhai Treasure Ship can be promoted from a top-grade spirit weapon to a Horcrux."

"The Horcrux."

Feng Qing'er's eyes were full of longing and sighs, she had only heard about Horcruxes, but had never seen them.

She had heard that there seemed to be a horcrux in Bingfeng Valley, which was a thing of the Zhen faction, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, and she didn't know whether it was true or not.

And now, in a short time, a Horcrux will be born in front of her, and the owner is still Ling Yuchen, so how can she not be filled with anticipation and excitement?
After waiting for more than an hour, Ling Yuchen felt that the mountain soul had returned to its original state, so he withdrew the Sanhua Juyuan Formation.

The moment the formation was withdrawn, the entire valley trembled, and then gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the mountain soul with strong breath in front of him, Ling Yuchen let out a breath, and said: "I will refine you into a weapon soul now, you don't need to resist, and you can't resist, this will not harm you, it will only make you Get stronger!"

After explaining a sentence, he took out the treasure ship from the Sea of ​​Clouds and threw it into the sky. The body of the ship continued to grow bigger and bigger. When it landed on the ground, it was already ten feet long. The dark black ship exuded a strong aura.

"Now, you enter the core of the treasure ship, and I will melt you and the treasure ship into one. At that time, you will become the treasure ship's soul, and you can control the cloud sea treasure ship like me."

The mountain soul has been subdued by Ling Yuchen, and has planted the imprint of controlling life and death. Whether it is willing or not, it must be accepted, and it is destined to become an instrument soul.

When seeing the tyrannical Yunhai Treasure Ship, Shanhun still felt that he was very lucky, and he was quite satisfied with the Yunhai Treasure Ship becoming his shelter.

"I'm going."

The mountain soul made a deep voice, controlled the spirit body, and disappeared into the treasure ship in the sea of ​​clouds.

Standing beside the treasure ship, Ling Yuchen noticed that the spirit body of the mountain soul had reached the core of the treasure ship, so he controlled the treasure ship of Yunhai to shrink again, then sat down cross-legged, put the treasure ship between his knees, and rested his hands on the hull of the ship , began a long refinement.

Ten days later, in the depths of Desolation, a breath rose up and shot towards the sky. Although the momentum was not small, it was not known by many people because there were few people around.

A few more days later, Ling Yuchen and Feng Qing'er walked out of the Desolate Land and came to a small town closer to the Desolate Land.

The two had already made plans to rest in this small town for a day, and then quietly went to Bingfeng Valley to meet Feng Qing'er's master, and then left Donglong Empire.

However, while eating in the lobby of an inn, the two inadvertently heard a piece of news that changed their faces.

"Have you heard that Ice Phoenix Valley has been in trouble recently, because a female disciple under the sect was in contact with the sworn enemies of the various sects, so that the master of that female disciple was implicated. Seven days later, she will be judged by the various sects. Maybe it will be abolished."

"Snapped!"

The pair of bamboo chopsticks in the hands of the pale Feng Qing'er broke with a bang.

Ling Yuchen held Feng Qing'er's hand, gave her a comforting look, and said softly: "Don't worry, your master will be fine, they just want to force me to go, no matter, we will go to Bingfeng Valley together in seven days, do A closure!"

(End of this chapter)