Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Finally, with a wave of his hand, Fang Lin put all the heaven-level spiritual swords into the Canglong Ring and held the spiritual sword in his hand.

"Is there a seal on this sword?" Fang Lin frowned.

When he held the sword in his hand, he clearly felt that there was a powerful force lurking in the sword, but this surprised Fang Lin even more.

In the sealed state, this sword has reached the spiritual level or even the noble level. If the seal is released, wouldn't it be able to reach the holy level?

But now, regardless of whether he has the ability to break the seal, even with his current strength, he does not dare to break the seal.

If there are irresistible factors, it will be over.

"Let me call you Qian Junjian from now on."

Fang Lin thought that the sword just now was like a monarch, so he gave it a name.

When Fang Lin asked Qianjun Sword to recognize its owner, a force suddenly rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, which made Fang Lin immediately alert.

Suddenly, a stream of information appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Thousand Sword Jue!"

"It's actually a sword technique!" Fang Lin was delighted. I'm afraid he didn't expect that the name he randomly chose was the original name of Qianjun Sword.

"The Thousand Sword Jue is divided into nine forms. The first form is Thousand Swords Pierce the Heart!"

"It can be transformed into a thousand-hand spiritual sword, or it can be used with a thousand-hand spiritual sword above the heaven level. After training to the transformation state, it can kill the spirit king with one sword!"

Seeing the introduction of Qianjian Jue, Fang Lin suspected that this was the matching sword technique of Qianjun Sword.

The important thing is that controlling a thousand long swords to fight enemies is still heaven-level. If Fang Lin hadn't had an unexpected encounter this time and controlled a thousand heaven-level long swords, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.

And even if he had it, he would not dare to use it easily unless his life was hanging by a thread.

Otherwise, he still understands the reason why a common man is not guilty but possessing a jade is a crime.

"The ninth form of the Thousand Sword Technique uses a thousand long swords to form a sword formation, which can kill the powerful Spirit Emperor!"

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At this introduction, Fang Lin called him a good guy.

His real realm is the spiritual realm. If he had not had the physical realm, he might not be able to withstand the pressure brought by these spiritual swords. Killing the spiritual king or the spiritual emperor with one sword is a bit far away for him now.

"Could it be that Thousand Sword Art is a holy level technique?"

Because Thousand Sword Jue has no level introduction, Fang Lin guessed that by the end of the training, you can kill an emperor with one sword, and the weakest one is probably a saint-level skill.

After understanding the Thousand Sword Jue, he put it away.

With Thousand Sword Jue alone, even if you get nothing in the end, the trip is worth it.

Fang Lin walked up the long bridge with a smile and came to the ancient building that looked like a strange beast. Below, there was a hole as high as two people. It was pitch dark inside and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Fang Lin looked at the entrance of the cave with a solemn look in his eyes.

He easily defeated the swordsman, trying to steal the opportunity.

Since there is a test, there must be more than one level, and I’m afraid it won’t be that easy next time.

But thinking of the alchemy inheritance, Fang Lin walked in step by step.

When I walked in, it was not the same as what I saw outside. It was pitch black inside.

Instead, a huge altar appeared in front of it, with two stone beasts on both sides, as if guarding it.

"Could it be that without the test, this is the place of inheritance?" Fang Lin looked at this place with some confusion.

The surrounding walls were covered with scenes of a man who looked like a god of war, killing everyone. Even if it was engraved on the wall, Fang Lin could still feel the fighting spirit and couldn't help but be affected.

Seeing this, Fang Lin always felt strange, but he couldn't explain it.

Dragon beast? Tiger beast?

Fang Lin looked at the two guardian stone beasts and walked over involuntarily.

Fang Lin walked around here. There was no road ahead, but there were no mechanisms around the altar. Fang Lin had no clue about the so-called inheritance.

At this moment, Fang Lin discovered that the two stone beasts, the dragon and the tiger, were looking in the direction of the cave entrance where he entered.

"Is there another Xuantian at the entrance of the cave?"

Thinking of this, Fang Lin came to the entrance of the cave, mobilized all his energy and blood, and punched out. The terrifying force made the entrance of the cave tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a clicking sound came from the ancient building, and a stone door fell from the sky, directly blocking the entrance of the cave.

Fang Lin's way out was completely blocked.

"what happened?"

Fang Lin frowned slightly and pressed his hands on the stone door. He tried his best to move the stone door, but he could not shake it even half.

"Temard, I won't be sealed here, right?"

When he came to the bottom of the abyss, Fang Lin couldn't remember how many times he cursed.

He had no doubt that if he couldn't leave here, his temper would become violent.

Roar!

Hearing the roar coming from his ears, Fang Lin turned around and looked around, "What's the sound?"

His eyes finally fell on the two stone beasts, and Fang Lin was about to walk over to check.

The ground suddenly trembled, and the two giant beasts actually moved!

Walking towards him slowly, Fang Lin almost cursed again when he saw this scene.

This time, the aura emanating from the two stone beasts has obviously reached the level of a half-step spirit king. You must know that he has not even broken through the spirit palace. What a nonsense.

Roar!

One dragon and one tiger roared again, dragging their heavy stone bodies and slowly approaching Fang Lin.

Fang Lin sighed, "This biography

Is Cheng tailor-made for me? "

First give him a chance to test the sword technique he just broke through, and now give him a chance to test the physical realm he just broke through.

Why does it feel like a joke?

Is that related to the Alchemy inheritance?

Could it be that Dongfang Ba Yang was lying to him?

Fang Lin really couldn't think of the reason. When he saw the dragon beast sweeping towards him with its giant tail, he jumped and dodged in an instant.

Before he could land smoothly, another tiger beast struck with a stone claw.

Fang Lin didn't have time to dodge, so he punched him directly, colliding with each other and knocking him back instantly.

Fang Lin suddenly felt the energy and blood surge throughout his body, and almost rioted.

Sure enough, even if he broke through to the treasure body, it would still be difficult to face the Half-Step Spirit King.

"The Four Symbols Soaring to Heaven Technique, Xuanwu!"

Fang Lin shouted low, and the tortoise shell of the Xuanwu beast instantly appeared on his back, and the shadow of Xuanwu appeared behind him.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

boom!

Facing the dragon beast falling from the sky, Fang Lin used his body skills to appear above him at some point. Fu Xian's glove appeared on his hand and punched the dragon beast's stone body.

Instead of causing damage to the dragon beast, this punch knocked him away.

This made Fang Lin frown. Apart from his physical strength, he could not use the immortal realm. Even the spiritual sword without the support of the immortal spirit could not cause any harm to the two stone beasts.

But just as Fang Lin was thinking about it, two stone beasts formed a pincer attack on him and ran towards him.

Fang Lin took a deep breath and shouted again in a low voice: "The Four Symbols Soaring to the Sky Technique, Suzaku!"

Fang Lin's whole body turned fiery red, and a pair of red wings appeared on his back. These were only temporarily condensed by the power of blood and could not last long at all.