Martial Alchemy Sovereign

The great elder and Luo Wushuang know very well in their hearts what glory it would be if they could become the disciples of yinglao! However, it is almost a well-known secret in the sword King's cabinet that the shadow old doesn't accept disciples.

Therefore, the elder quickly said, "don't be angry, old shadow. The elder pavilion has agreed to give a number of core disciples. No matter who they are, they can become the core disciples of the sword King Pavilion as long as they can take out the inheritance left by their ancestors."

"Hum!"

Old shadow snorted coldly and didn't bother to see the elder and others.

At this time, Su Xiaomei, standing behind yinglao, couldn't help but stretch out her thumb at yinglao, which made yinglao laugh immediately.

In the sword tower, Su Ling's strong and domineering power played nine stone drums and attracted nine drums to sing together. How shocking!

However, Su Ling was bathed in blood and covered with large and small wounds. It was a cut wound with sword marks. It was very painful.

Su Ling clenched her teeth, gathered the sword momentum on her body surface, paused for a while, and the space cut and split around her slowly closed.

"Finally succeeded!"

Su Ling smiled and fell to the ground like a collapse. The mouth of the tiger in his right hand collapsed due to the violent vibration of the Tianhuang sword, and the blood flowed out continuously. Moreover, he was ragged and some subtle blood mouths bled continuously. At the moment, he fell on his back and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Su Ling, how are you?"

At this time, Wang Huan hurried forward, helped Su Ling up from the ground and asked urgently.

"Don't worry! You can't die."

Su Ling grinned and said.

Immediately, Su Ling took out a Guyuan pill from her arms and filled it into the mouth. The pill melted immediately. Su Ling immediately felt a warm current pouring into the sea of gas.

"Xiao Hei, why didn't I faint this time?"

After eating a Guyuan pill, Su Ling's breath gradually calmed down and said curiously.

If Su Ling used the power of the black cat before, there would be a phenomenon of autophagy, which directly led to Su Ling's collapse and fainting.

But this time, Su Ling didn't faint, which made Su Ling feel very strange.

"Su Ling, it seems that you haven't realized your transformation. You have four Xuandan. Although you only have six cultivation accomplishments in Yuan Wu realm, your real cultivation accomplishments are straight and realistic Wu realm. Although I'm better than you, I'm only seven in Zhenwu realm. You won't faint if you use my power now."

The black cat smiled and explained.

It has known Su Ling for a long time. It has experienced killing and being chased together. It is also a life-long friendship. No doubt, it has really witnessed Su Ling's growth.

The black cat sees Su Ling's progress every time. Now, Su Ling understands the sword potential and successfully improves the sword territory. Her strength is completely advanced by leaps and bounds. If she meets Su Ling, she will surely lose.

Thinking of this, the black cat couldn't help laughing bitterly. Su Ling has four Xuandan but no Xuangu, which means that Su Ling's cultivation road is more difficult than that of other martial artists. However, the black cat is glad that Su Ling is taking his own road up to now.

As long as Su Ling can strengthen her heart, black cat firmly believes that in the near future, Su Ling is bound to become an invincible sage and strong person comparable to Xuantian emperor Zun, and even surpass Xuantian emperor Zun to achieve his immortal road.

"I see. I see."

If Su Ling thought something, he immediately nodded and said with a smile, "in that case, can I borrow your strength in the future?"

"Of course not. Martial arts is a long and difficult way. If you habitually rely on my strength, it will only lead you to be indomitable. If you want to achieve immortality in the future, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream."

The black cat scolded.

"Well... I see."

Su Ling smiled. He knew that the black cat was for his good. After all, his martial arts was his own way, and only he could reach the end. With the help of others, he could not get out of his martial arts.

"Su Ling, you have passed the examination of the eighth floor. Now you can go to the ninth floor. Unfortunately, I can't go with you. However, I will continue to hone myself on the eighth floor. When you come out of the ninth floor, let's leave the sword tower together."

Wang Huan stared at Su Ling and said very seriously.

"Well, good! The nine stone drums on the eighth floor can eat your strength and bounce back to you with several times your strength. You must be careful when sharpening alone."

Su Ling reminded.

"Don't worry! I won't make the same mistake twice."

Wang Huan smiled. He was very grateful to Su Ling. It can be said that if Su Ling hadn't saved him before, I'm afraid he would have died.

"Good!"

Su Ling nodded, and then he walked towards the ninth floor.

After Su Ling left, Wang Huan's eyes became more firm. He stared at Su Ling's back. He knew that was his lifelong goal.

Yes, from this moment on, Wang Huan regarded Su Ling as his goal. Su Ling's talent and tenacity made him deeply aware of why Su Ling can make progress so fast and why Su Ling can become stronger ahead of other talents.

Knowing all this, Wang Huan strengthened his heart. He knew that he must work harder to keep up with Su Ling and not be pulled too far apart by Su Ling as much as possible.

At the thought of this, Wang Huan couldn't help but take a deep breath and look at the nine faced stone drum. Then he took out the shadowless sword, released the sword spirit in his body, and bombarded the nine faced stone drum continuously and back and forth. This is his own honing. Even if he can't play the nine faced stone drum like Su Ling, he firmly believes that he can play a stone drum.

After leaving the eighth floor, Su Ling entered the ninth floor, which was very different from the previous eight floors. There was only one statue in the ninth floor.

The statue was made of bronze. Su Ling went to the front of the statue and stared at it for a while. Only then did she find that there was a trace of sword Qi on the statue.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a nihilistic projection suddenly appeared right above the statue.

When the nihility projection appeared, a terrible threat emerged in the space on the ninth floor.

Su Ling felt her whole body tremble and her legs bent suddenly. The huge pressure made it difficult for him to even raise his head.

He reluctantly raised his head, stared at the nihilistic projection and said in surprise, "who are you?"

"Master of wanjian Pavilion!"

The nihilistic projection slowly opened his mouth and said, "you can come here. It seems that you have practiced the skill of returning ten thousand swords to the sect."

"Yes."

Su Ling nodded. Although he had just entered the sword King Pavilion for a short time, he also heard elder Bai Qing mention the early leader of the sword King Pavilion, who was the leader of wanjian Pavilion. He was once a very amazing person with swordsmanship, which is unparalleled in the world.