Dragon Emperor God Emperor

Chapter 139 Cultivation of Soul Art, Crisis Appears

The waning moon hangs in the sky, and above the sky, bright stars hang crystal clear above the void.

In Star Academy, the figures of Sikong Changtian and Bu Zheng were straight and slender under the light of the bright moon.

"Shh!"

A dazzling golden light flew out of the spirit ring from Sikong Changtian's hand and hovered in front of Bu Zheng.

"Zheng'er, this is Shenhunjue, please accept it! Whether you can become a spiritual master depends on your own good luck!" Sikong Changtian said with sharp eyes and a hint of hope in his voice.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will definitely work hard to cultivate!" Bu Zheng grabbed the Shenhun Jue in front of him, with an excited look in his eyes, and said in an excited voice.

"This Shenhun Art is just a basic skill to become a spiritual teacher. As for the more advanced skills in the future, there is no such thing as a master. You have to rely on your own strength to find everything!"

After the words were finished, Sikong Changtian raised his head and stared at the bright moon in the sky with a serious expression, and his thoughts completely returned to the scene when he got the Soul Art.

A hundred years ago, Sikong Changtian was about the same age as Buzheng. At that time, he represented Xingluo Academy in the Battle of Zhucheng. After becoming famous in the first battle, he was invited to a mysterious cave.

At that time, Sikong Changtian thought that he could get a great chance in the cave where the supreme power fell, but things went against his wish, he only got this Soul Art in the cave.

However, after nearly a hundred years of research, he has not been able to truly comprehend the true profound meaning of Shenhun Art. Although he has learned superficially, Sikong Changtian's spiritual power is more than twice that of ordinary people.

"Master, this disciple has to go back and study the Soul Art!" Bu Zheng said excitedly, clasping the Soul Art with both hands.

"Go, remember not to rush forward, and be careful not to hurt your mind!" Sikong Changtian reminded in a stern voice.

"Got it, Master!"

Seeing Bu Zheng's disappearing figure, Sikong Changtian chuckled and said, "Zheng'er, I hope you can once again create a legend and become a supreme spiritual master."

Bu Zheng returned to the room eagerly, with a joyful expression on his cheeks, his eyes fixed on the Shenhun Jue in his hand, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"boom!"

Bu Zheng jumped onto the wooden bed and sat cross-legged, holding the Shenhun Jue in his hand and studying intently.

Opening the first page, there was a concise introduction to the Spiritualist, and Bu Zheng looked back, completely immersed in the Soul Art.

"The spirit is the soul, the god is the mind, and the mind is the heart. Everything has a spirit, the soul is immortal, and everything is immortal!"

Bu Zheng muttered to himself, with a shocked expression on his face, and a look of astonishment in his eyes.

The attack power of a first-level junior spiritual master is equivalent to that of a warrior in the first level of the Tianyuan realm. If it is a second-level junior spiritual master, he can directly crush and kill a warrior in the ninth level of the Tianyuan realm.

"Is it really that perverted?"

After a long time, after Bu Zheng read all the Shenhun Jue, his face was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he fully met the criteria to become a spiritual teacher.

First of all, to practice the Soul Art, one must be born with a strong spiritual consciousness or have undergone a mutation of the divine consciousness the day after tomorrow.

Secondly, the cultivation of the Soul Art must be spiritual power, only for warriors who cultivate both body and body.

Only those who cultivate spiritual power, physical training, and spiritual power at the same time can become a real spiritual teacher.

Bu Zheng memorized all the Shenhun Jue in his mind. At this time, his mind and mind were united, and according to the cultivation method of the Shenhun Jue, he first entered his own consciousness.

"No way, why is there chaos in my spiritual consciousness? Except for the flames of the Chaos Holy Flame, which can still be seen slightly, everything else is completely dark." Bu Zheng said inwardly in surprise.

"Brother, your consciousness is sealed, so you can't see anything. If you want to truly master your consciousness, you must first open the seal in your consciousness." Mo Li's voice sounded worried. .

"seal?"

"Who the hell set the damn seal in my consciousness?" Bu Zheng cursed loudly.

"Brother, you don't need to worry now, you can first cultivate in the way of Shenhunjue, maybe when you become a spiritual master, the seal in your spiritual consciousness can be opened."

"I must break the seal, I must become a spiritual teacher!"

Think about this.

Bu Zheng quickly ran the magic formula of the soul art, compressing the spiritual power and consciousness.

Turning spiritual power into spiritual thoughts is like being reborn from ashes, allowing the invisible physical energy to condense into tangible things, so as to achieve breaking and standing.

Although Bu Zheng didn't understand what the Shenhun Jue meant, he still kept compressing the spiritual power in his consciousness according to the formula.

"what!"

Bu Zheng screamed, his face turned pale, and he felt a burst of god-eating pain in his mind, and his entire consciousness seemed to burst.

"Break and then stand? This soul will never make a mistake in the record, right? Such pain, don't you know that you are self-destructive? Don't succeed in cultivation, but you are made an idiot, then the gain outweighs the loss." Bu Zheng Puzzled in my heart, I whispered to myself.

"Congeal!"

Bu Zheng will launch the cultivation of Shenhunjue, releasing the compressed spiritual power, and he can clearly feel everything ten feet away.

"Wind! The sound of branches swaying, the sound of insects chirping in the grass."

"Haha, didn't you expect the effect of this Soul Art to be so obvious?" Bu Zheng laughed happily.

In the past, when Bu Zheng released his spiritual power, he could only spy a hundred meters away, but now he can reach ten feet away, which is simply too shocking.

"If you eat bitterness, you will become a master!"

Bu Zheng chuckled lightly, with a firm expression on his face, and once again fell into the cultivation of Shenhunjue. The pain from his consciousness devoured his mind, but he still persisted.

"what!"

Bu Zheng screamed, his vision went dark, and he passed out on the bed.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

During the three days when Bu Zheng was in a coma, Sikong Changtian would come to check on him every day and night.

But tonight, Sikong Changtian did not show up, and instead welcomed another person.

In the room, Bu Zheng woke up slowly, his whole body was in torn pain, his breath was weak, and he felt as if he had experienced a war of the century, and his whole body was completely exhausted.

Even so, Bu Zheng was the first to check for any changes in his consciousness.

Bu Zheng's mind moved, and as soon as he released his spiritual power, a strong murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"Fortunately, I woke up in time, otherwise, today I would probably be the soul of the uninvited guest's sword." Bu Zheng said inwardly with cold eyes.

The black shadow volleyed down and landed on Buzheng's roof. When he looked around, he found that there was no one there. With a flash of his figure, he stepped on the void and came down to the door of Buzheng's room.

Deep in the academy, in a practice room, Sikong Changtian opened his eyes, a sneer flickered at the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice: "You little thief who doesn't know how to live or die, did you come to Star Academy whenever you want?"

"Crack!" There was a sound of opening the door.

(End of this chapter)