Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 898 Hell Training
Xiao Ling began to comprehend the Heavenly Soul Devourer's tactics, and he was already fascinated by it. After watching it from beginning to end, he took a deep breath, and shock appeared in his eyes. No matter how many times he watched it, the Heavenly Soul Eater The battle tactics are enough to shake people's minds.

"Use your soul to try to evolve weapons of different shapes..."

Xiao Ling muttered to himself, raised his palm, and the soul force slowly emerged, condensing the soul sword, and then, the soul sword changed into a long knife...

"Is that so..."

Xiao Ling continued to try, turning the long knife into a long spear, as well as giant axes, bows and arrows and other weapons.

These soul weapons only have rough outlines and are not very powerful. If you want to carefully craft them, you need to consume a lot of soul power.

"To put it bluntly, as long as my soul power is strong and my mastery is strong, I can change any weapon freely to the point of nuance." Xiao Ling secretly said.

"Let's carve the soul sword first and learn some soul sword skills..."

After Xiao Ling made up his mind, he stood up, swung the sword of soul, and practiced the sword skills in the "Heavenly Devourer Soul Killing Art".

call out!
Xiao Ling swung his sword, and felt that this sword was more strange than the previous sword, just like a martial artist mobilizing his vitality and performing sword skills, full of explosive power.

boom!
The fog in front was completely split by Xiao Ling's sword, forming small tornadoes around, and the sword energy condensed from the soul energy swept away wantonly.

"Based on the soul, constantly compressing, the power that explodes at the end..."

Xiao Ling couldn't help being taken aback, the swordsmanship of learning soul art and not learning soul art is simply the same as the world, and there is no comparison at all.

If he was allowed to continue fighting with spirit wolves or spirit apes, Xiao Ling could sweep across a large area, just like crushing ants to death.

"In the land of dead souls, it seems that you can also feel the sword intent. What is this sword intent?"

Xiao Ling looked at the land of dead souls shrouded in white mist. He didn't know how big the land of dead souls was, and everything here was unknown.

Feeling the soul energy floating around, Xiao Ling closed his eyes and sensed it.

Xiao Ling didn't know how long he stood at this station.

"Soul will fluctuate..."

Xiao Ling opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed away. The land of dead souls is full of wandering soul energy, as well as the displaced soul body. In this area, there is only dead silence, and the ungraspable soul meaning.

Xiao Ling suddenly felt a wave of soul will, and then, with him as the center, a wave of soul whizzed out, forming a wave field.

"Soul killing fluctuations."

Xiao Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. During the wave of soul killing, as long as there is a soul body, the power of the soul body can be weakened. Although the damage is very low, it is enough.

"Soul Intent Engraving."

With a movement of Xiao Ling's mind, a mass of soul power swept out, condensing and engraving mysterious patterns, which spun around his body.

"Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth."

Xiao Ling squeezed the formula with both hands, and clusters of soul power swept out, deriving engravings of different attributes. Although the land of dead souls does not have any attributes, it is possible to simulate attributes.

"Next, for the Immortal Soul Tower, first construct a layer of the outline of the Soul Tower. As for the Wanqianmeng Soul Step, you can practice slowly, as long as it can be faster and more flexible than the current speed. There is also the soul-reversing clone. The current ability is not enough to peel off the soul..." Xiao Ling said silently.

……

From the day Ye taught Xiao Ling the heaven-defying soul art, Xiao Ling began to practice soul art crazily. Not only that, under Ye's leadership, Xiao Ling kept hunting and killing powerful soul beasts in the land of dead souls. It gets stronger and stronger until it approaches a spirit beast of the martial spirit level.

The process of fighting is obviously very fast. Xiao Ling has learned the sky-defying soul technique, and his combat power has soared. Often in battle, he can quickly kill soul beasts.

Facing high-level soul beasts, Xiao Ling would not kill them immediately, but would slowly hone the attack methods derived from the Heavenly Devourer Soul Killing Art, as well as the emptiness of soul fluctuations.

The Land of Dead Souls is a land of soul fog. Xiao Ling stood there with his eyes tightly closed, standing there quietly. He did not know how long he maintained this posture.

The soul energy swept across Xiao Ling's body, and Xiao Ling circulated the soul refining formula to absorb it.

"Soul Qi, to a certain extent, is actually similar to Yuan Qi, and it is everywhere in the Land of Dead Souls..."

Xiao Ling muttered to himself, the soul sword in his hand swung slowly, very casually, very ethereal, following the trend of the soul energy, it whizzed out.

"So it is."

There was a smile on the corner of Xiao Ling's mouth, he could more and more clearly feel the soul energy flowing around him, these soul energy was very light, very ethereal and unpredictable.

Xiao Ling suddenly had an epiphany, and when he swung the soul sword in his hand, it appeared to be more aura, giving people an illusory feeling.

Not far away, Ye stood with his hands behind his back, looked at this scene, nodded slightly, and said: "The comprehension is not bad, and I have already reached the stage of comprehending the Soul Sword Intent. However, the Soul Sword Intent is not so easy to comprehend, I wonder if you can understand it?" Can't you comprehend it in a short time?"

You know, when Xiao Ling entered the land of dead souls, his soul was already broken. With Ye's remedies, he finally pieced his soul together, and then he practiced the soul-refining formula, killed soul beasts, and strengthened his soul until he practiced against the sky. Soul art, whether it is long or short these days, Xiao Ling's ability to reach this point has already surprised Ye, but these performances are not enough!
When Ye was thinking, his eyes lit up and he looked at Xiao Ling.

"very good."

Night smiled.

At this moment, Xiao Ling was still waving the soul sword in place, but his current attack was full of agility. From night's observation, he felt that Xiao Ling had already realized the soul sword intent.

"Soul Sword, Slash Soul."

Seeing Xiao Ling displaying his sword skills, Ye nodded slightly, Xiao Ling did not disappoint him, and had already realized the soul sword intent.

"Soul Sword Intent, the soul is the sword, the soul is the mind, the soul sword is the Soul Sword Intent..."

"After comprehending the spirit of the soul sword, next, it is very simple for you to use the soul attack technique to deal with those soul beasts or soul bodies."

"The soul attack technique with soul sword intent is enough to cause fatal damage to soul beasts!"

……

Ye's voice sounded in Xiao Ling's mind, and Xiao Ling became more and more aware of what Soul Sword Intent was, and all his confusion was resolved.

call out!
The sword light bloomed like a shooting star across the sky, very natural, and finally Xiao Ling waved his hand, and the soul sword disappeared.

"Xiao Ling."

Ye came to Xiao Ling's side and said, "How do you feel?"

"Brother Ye."

Xiao Ling's mind was moved, and he said: "I found that whether it is the land of dead souls or the land of Shenwu, there are some places that are actually similar."

"Life is alive and turns head empty, and everything in the world is like this. It is common sense for fallen leaves to return to their roots, and birth, old age, sickness and death are also impermanent. In these heavens and myriad worlds, life and death, or reincarnation, are mostly the same."

"There is cause and effect. There is light and there is darkness. There is male and there is female. There is good and there is evil..."

"Everything, as you said, is much the same, back to basics..."

Xiao Ling could not understand Ye's words. Anyway, he understood a little bit, and Ye agreed with his point of view.

"Brother Ye, what should I do next?" Xiao Ling asked.

"In terms of soul art, I have already made some achievements."

Ye smiled and said, "Next, you need a training session in hell to get used to your current state quickly."

"Hell training?"

Xiao Ling frowned slightly, not knowing why.

"In the days to come, we will fight against each other."

Ye raised his palm, and a slender whip appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "Just don't get whipped to death by me. If you are whipped to death by me, then you can die here."

"Wait."

Before Xiao Ling could finish speaking, the whip in Ye's hand came over.

Snapped!
The long whip hit Xiao Ling's body, smashing a trace of Xiao Ling's soul to pieces.

Xiao Ling gasped, and felt a pain sweeping his body. It seemed that Ye couldn't tolerate his nonsense, and started the hell training directly.

call out!
Ye's long whip struck again, Xiao Ling moved his body, dodged the blow, raised his hand, picked up the soul sword, and killed towards Ye.

"Brother Ye, don't underestimate me!" Xiao Ling shouted.

Snapped!
The long whip whizzed past, and directly slapped Xiao Ling on the ground. Ye smiled lightly and said, "Stop talking nonsense, prove yourself with actions."

Xiao Ling gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and charged towards Ye again.

……

In this fight, Xiao Ling was completely abused, and there was no room for retaliation at all. Ye was too strong, so strong that Xiao Ling didn't even get close to Ye, and was directly sent flying.

Xiao Ling didn't know how many times he was abused by Ye. When he woke up, he couldn't help muttering to himself: "I'm not dead, am I?"

"You're not dead yet."

Ye Guang looked at Xiao Ling who was lying on the ground, and said, "Get up."

Hearing this, Xiao Ling got up and found that the injury of the soul had disappeared. He couldn't help being confused, and said, "My injury..."

Xiao Ling remembered that when he fought Ye, he was almost beaten out of his wits.

"Your fate is hard."

Ye Dao: "Run the Soul Refining Art to see if the soul has changed."

Xiao Ling sat cross-legged, running the Soul Refining Art, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said, "My soul seems to be more tenacious."

"Your soul was broken up by me. While reorganizing, it can make your soul stronger."

Ye Dao: "In other words, when you cultivate your physical body, you need to temper the flesh and blood of your physical body. What I did just now was to temper your soul, so that your soul will not be easily destroyed all at once."

"I see."

Xiao Ling suddenly realized, and understood Ye's good intentions.

"Look where this is."

Ye waved his hand, and the fog of soul in front of him dissipated.

Xiao Ling looked at it, and saw a huge waterfall whizzing down from the sky, and finally turned into a white horse, like a white dragon, whizzing past, rushing into the soul mist. Territory rings.

Under the Soul Waterfall, they converged into a river, and in that river, palms protruded out one after another, so densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

"Brother Ye, what do you want to do?"

Xiao Ling swallowed, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

(End of this chapter)