Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 7 Langye Opens the Spirit

"Okay, just tonight, I will help."

In the end, Tianlang agreed, nodded slightly, and said.

"Alright, thank you, Tianlang."

Seeing that Tianlang agreed, Song Qing grabbed the wood spirit stone on the table, turned around and thanked Tianlang.

"It's nothing, helping you is helping me."

Tianlang watched Song Qing pick up the wood spirit stone, then walked towards the bed, talking casually.

"Come on, from now on, opening the spirit is also very troublesome."

"it is good."

Song Qing responded, then followed Tianlang to the bed, climbed onto the bed first, sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Seeing that Song Qing had closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, Tianlang's expression gradually became serious, with his right hand pinching the formula, as if he was about to strike at the next moment.

Song Qing's cultivation base is still very low, so even if he entered the state of cultivation, it only affects a very small part of the spiritual energy of the world, which is undetectable.

"Photo."

As soon as Tianlang stretched out his left hand, he took the wooden spirit stone on the bed in his hand, and then a wave of spiritual power poured into the spirit stone from the palm of his hand.

"In this way, the sword energy will be stronger after he guides the spirit."

Seeing the blue light of the wood spirit stone in his hand, and the trace of white light could be faintly seen in the blue light, Tianlang nodded in satisfaction, looked at Song Qing, his eyes were shining brightly, and he muttered to himself.

"He will also increase his combat power, so he won't die without helping me complete that matter."

Song Qing didn't know about Tianlang's actions, at this time he was already concentrating on his dantian and getting better.

"This is the time."

Seeing that Song Qing had reached the best state, Tianlang put the wood spirit stone in front of his chest, then pinched the sword formula with his right hand, pointed at the wood spirit stone, and immediately shouted.

"go."

I saw the blue light of the wood spirit stone bursting out, and then directly turned into a blue light and shot towards Song Qing, and then entered his body from his dantian.

"Um……"

At this moment, Song Qing's body trembled, and a sharp pain came, which made him frown tightly, but he still endured it, but his body still trembled from time to time.

"Good perseverance, he is a good seedling for cultivating immortals."

Seeing that Song Qing really endured it, Tianlang couldn't help but praise him.

Afterwards, Tianlang withdrew his thoughts, and pressed his hands together like a flywheel.

"Om."

Just when Tianlang injected the wood spirit stone into Song Qing's body, in the latter's dantian, there was a dilapidated sword. It seemed to sense something, and it trembled immediately, followed by bursts of white sword energy. out.

"hiss……"

For a moment, Song Qing only felt that there were ten thousand sharp swords strangled in his belly, the pain was very severe, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

"The heart is as calm as a mirror, hold the essence and keep one."

Suddenly Tianlang's shout came from Song Qing's mind, and the pain relieved for a few minutes, Song Qing immediately obeyed the latter's words, and slowly focused on Dantian again.

But this time Song Qing was surprised to find that he could actually see the scene in his dantian.

In Song Qing's dantian, there is a gaseous bead suspended. Although he doesn't know what this bead is, he can vaguely feel that this bead is very important to him.

And the broken sword that had disappeared for a long time was actually next to the bead.

Song Qing looked at the broken sword, it was full of light at this time, most of it was white light, but the poor blue light wanted to suppress the white light.

Suddenly, Song Qing understood that what he saw at this time was the process of leading the spirit, and the blue light was transformed by his wood spirit stone, but judging from the deadlocked situation, it seems that the blue light is difficult to replace White light, predominates.

Discovering this crucial problem, Song Qing was naturally anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

"Langye Sword Art."

And in Song Qing's room, Tianlang suddenly made another sword trick, then pointed at Song Qing's eyebrows, and yelled violently.

"town!"

"boom!"

In the dantian of Song and Qing Dynasties, Langxie Sword was suddenly shaken, and with the dazzling white light, it actually subsided for a few minutes.

"It must be Tianlang."

Seeing this scene, Song Qing couldn't help being overjoyed, and immediately guessed the reason for this change.

The night gradually fell, and the moon gradually rose.

But Song Qing didn't know it, at this time he was paying attention to every move at Dantian.

In the dantian of Song and Qing Dynasties, the whiteness on the Langxie sword is already very small, but due to long-term consumption of blue light, there is very little left.

Now, it depends on who will use up the blue light or the white light first.

Song Qing was very nervous, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

In Song Qing's room, white light shone all over Tianlang's body, but at this moment his body was a little vacant, not as solid as before.

However, Tianlang didn't care about this, he still pinched the sword formula, pointed at Song Qing's eyebrows, a stream of white practice came out from his fingertips, and then slowly transported to Song Qing's eyebrows, and was injected into his body .

In Song Qing's meridians, there are long white rivers flowing and gradually converging in his dantian.

But what is strange is that whenever he arrived at Song Qing's dantian, the white river would disappear, so that even Song Qing did not find the existence of the white river.

And all Tianlang did was just to wait for a certain time to come.

Gradually dark clouds covered the moon, and the whole Heyang Ancient Town fell into darkness.

"Enlightenment!"

At this moment, in Song Qing's room, Tianlang's loud shout came.

I saw that Tianlang suddenly began to make seals, his hands were like flywheels, and he formed seals one after another in an instant.

"drink."

Tianlang yelled again, turned his hands into sword fingers, and pointed at Song Qing fiercely.

"boom."

In Song Qing's dantian, the Langxie sword was shaken, and then shot out one after another, which was many times stronger than before.

"what……"

Song Qing could no longer maintain the state of cultivation, his eyes widened, and he raised his head to the sky and roared loudly.

"Calm down."

Looking at Song Qing's appearance, Tianlang said in a low voice.

"Otherwise it will be a failure."

"Know……"

Song Qing spat out two words with difficulty, closed his eyes forcibly and adjusted his breath again.

"call out!"

Just after Song Qing closed his eyes and adjusted his breath again, Tianlang directly turned into a white light, and then entered the former's dantian without hesitation.

The day is coming soon, but Zhu Wen didn't sleep all night. Song Qing will leave tomorrow, but he wants to stay here. He is not reconciled. He tosses and turns and cannot sleep. He fell asleep again.

"Why haven't you woke up yet, forget it, let's go."

The next day, Song Qing waited for a long time in front of Zhu Wenfang, and saw that he still hadn't woken up, so he twitched his lips and left the small alchemy workshop.

Facing the rising sun, Song Qing stretched his waist, and then strode towards the center of Heyang Ancient Town.

"Go, form a team!"

(End of this chapter)