Game of Reincarnation: I Have Infinite Talent!

Chapter 178 Chen Feng

After a while, he closed his eyes, and after Ning Xin was calm, he smashed the spiritual stone in his hand, and suddenly a majestic aura spread around Lu Xuan!

Lu Xuan hurriedly read the tips for ascending silently, and began to absorb the aura around him. Following the silent recitation of the formula, a burst of strong aura was sucked into his body, causing Lu Xuan’s body to shake, as if he was about to be unable to bear it.

He couldn’t help running his cultivation base in a hurry, turning his aura into strands and flowing into the meridians.

As Lu Xuan continued to absorb and merge, Lu Xuan’s body couldn’t help shaking, his eyes were gradually covered with bloodshot eyes, and he even felt the sluggishness as if he was in a quagmire again.

Lu Xuan’s eyes were unyielding, and he gritted his teeth and doubled the speed of absorption! Suddenly, the spiritual energy poured into his body like a tide.

It’s now!

Xuan seized the opportunity and calmly guided the spiritual energy in his body to gather them together and turn them into a plentiful force, rushing to the sides of his head like a broken bamboo – it is where the ear orifices are!

A loud bang appeared in Lu Xuan’s mind, like a thunder that rose to the ground, shattering thousands of tones!

The ear orifice has been opened, and it has risen through the second floor!

Lu Xuan’s mind moved slightly. Two months ago, he was promoted to have poor eyesight, but he had to keep his eyes on the six directions and his eyesight. Now he has raised his ear orifice again, and since then he has listened to all directions and learned little things.

All this is like a road that goes higher and higher. Diligence has to climb the peak and see the mountains; always one step and falling into the abyss.

He wants to keep going, and he firmly believes that ascending through the realm is by no means his end.

Everyone, “Elders, what should I do now?”

Xie Yunzong refers to a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese suit sitting in the first hall of the Wei E hall on the top of Tianfeng Peak, his face is gloomy, and he speaks in a low voice.

Suddenly, the needle dropped in the hall, and a solemn atmosphere spread.

For a long time, a black-clothed man who was ranked third on the right below hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Sect Master, the place where the evil cloud suppresses one after another, I’m afraid…”

The black-clothed man’s voice was low, and when he listened carefully, it seemed that it was exactly the same as the voice of the phantom figure that Lu Xuan had when he registered in the attic.

This person was named Liu Youyun, ranked fourth among the seven elders of the Evil Cloud Sect. He was very mysterious and hidden in the Evil Cloud Sect. Therefore, he stayed in a secret territory of the Evil Cloud Sect all the year round.

Does it mean that the cloud will only erupt in thirty years?” A middle-aged man in a yellow robe frowned and asked with a puzzled look.

“Hehe, what else, don’t you have enough sacrifices!” The only young woman among the crowd stood up suddenly, with grief and anger in her face and cold eyes, she shouted sharply.

Everyone was silent again.

“Lao Qi, don’t you…

“Why, don’t you let me say it! Anyway, it is not your brother who was regarded as a sacrifice ten years ago!”

The young woman seemed to think of the unbearable sadness, she couldn’t help herself, and two lines of tears flowed from her eyes. Then, regardless of everyone’s dissuasion, he rushed out of the hall with his jade sleeves.

With a faint sigh, a tired old man spoke. This person is the great elder of the Evil Cloud Sect. He has a profound cultivation base and a high prestige. Even the suzerain has treated him with courtesy.

If Lu Xuan were here, he would surely find that this great elder was the old man he met in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

“Thirty years later, we will start the Yunxiao Array again, and I will wait for it to suppress the evil cloud in one fell swoop. But now, let’s prepare sacrifices.”

Sect Master Yun Tian couldn’t help feeling sad when he heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained silent for a long time. After a while, he opened his mouth and looked at Liu Youyun.

“Four elders, how many people in the sect can make sacrifices today?”

“Back to Sect Master, there are two people in the inner door, six people in the outer door, handyman, and one person.” When Liu Youyun said these numbers, a strong sense of powerlessness suddenly appeared in his heart. This damn evil cloud! We have already suppressed it. How many disciples have been lost!

“Okay, let’s get ready. Three years later, we will start offering sacrifices to the evil cloud.” Yuntian said, as if he didn’t want to stay any longer, he stepped out of the hall and turned into a stream of light and flashed far away, leaving only a few elders here. In the hall.

“Hey, this damn evil cloud fierce knife.” Liu Youyun said with a face.

“Yes, we suppressed it for nearly five hundred years, and how many Evil Cloud Sect people’s lives were lost because of this!”

“Haha, how many lives? Let’s not talk about the sect masters who sacrificed to Xie Yun in the past, even Xie Yun disciples, and nearly two thousand people have given their lives for this! That is two thousand! And among those two thousand disciples, how many people are? The mediocre!”

Liu Youyun laughed back in anger, shouting these words almost with all his strength.

“Hey, don’t say it, let’s go.” The middle-aged man in Huangpao patted Liu Youyun on the shoulder, condensed in a sigh full of sadness.

“You go first and let me be quiet.”

Upon seeing this, the great elder showed helplessness in his eyes, “Let’s go.” After saying this, he walked out of the hall slowly.

Everyone glanced at Liu Youyun with red eyes, and after hesitating for a while, they also left the hall one by one.

After a long time, looking at the empty hall, Liu Youyun suddenly closed his eyes in pain. Two lines of tears shed slowly, dripping on the jade floor, like a song of tragedy.

The early sun rose in the east, and the red golden light filled the entire third peak. The morning light is shining, the blue sky is washing, and the night is fading, it is for the dawn.

Baiyun is still the cloud of yesterday, but the years have taken a step behind him, and when he opens his eyes, it is already tomorrow.

When other handymen were still asleep, Lu Xuan had already got up in the faint morning light and began to practice basic swordsmanship in the yard.

After being promoted to Earphones, Lu Xuan replaced the wooden sword with an iron sword. The iron sword slashed and slashed, shining a little bit of morning light. As the morning light flows, people actually feel a faintly dripping charm (the money is good).

This is what Lu Xuan has gained during the two months of hard chopping practice-he has already felt the true meaning of it a little bit, so the iron sword is retracted and put out, and there is that kind of roundness and tenacity.

“This sword technique is really mysterious. A simple hack and a mention, repeated hundreds of thousands of times, can move people to the beginning.

Lu Xuan sighed, and then said: “Not only that, even my cultivation base has been tempered in the chopping, otherwise how could I be promoted to the second floor so smoothly yesterday!”

“But if you want to be promoted to the third level, I’m afraid you can’t just rely on vomiting. It is better to have enough spiritual stones to assist in your cultivation to break through as soon as possible. It happens that tomorrow is the beginning of the month, and you can go to receive the spiritual stones of this month.”

Lu Xuan made up his mind, then took out a spiritual stone left from last month, took a deep breath, crushed it forcefully, and cultivated in the rich spiritual energy.