Killing God Chapter 83: Senior Brother

Then the broken blue ring disappeared in the air, and the sword spirit flying towards Xiaochen left scars with deep visible bones on his left chest. This was because he reacted quickly and controlled the sword spirit in time. result.

After this test, Xiaochen wanted to absorb a large amount of sword spirits, but the idea of ​​using them as a means of life-saving in the future could only be unsuccessful, but being able to "steal" nearly a hundred sword spirits made Xiaochen happy. If you can't master swordsmanship, and you are also a foundation-building cultivator, who can deal with these nearly a hundred sword spirits, that is, a cultivator who is born into a cultivator. Before the later stage, it is even complete. When encountering a sword spirit of this scale, it is only possible to turn away. .

Even though it has only absorbed nearly a hundred sword spirits, Xiaochen has already had it once, the capital to survive and even fight in the hands of a cultivator under the primordial spirit. A major problem that still exists now is the afterglow sword that Xiaochen summoned. The scope of action is not large.

And once these sword spirits leave his internal space, if they don't have time to stick with the five-colored light filaments, they will fly away and cannot be used again. If they are not released all at once. Encountering a master of the embryonic stage will not play a big role. There are advantages and disadvantages. The "strength" obtained by such tricks can only be used at the most critical juncture.

Under the care of Xiao Hei and Xiao Qing, Xiao Chen withdrew the afterglow sword, started from the beginning, and practiced repeatedly until the last trace of spiritual power was exhausted, and then he left the cultivation place and returned to the place where the evil spirit was weak. While refining the evil spirit, restore the true essence.

After practicing for many times, Xiao Chen used the sword control technique again. He was already grasping it, and he would not waste any more real energy. The afterglow sword that he summoned was also a little bigger than at the beginning, and it emitted more filaments of light. Some, but no matter how Xiaochen tried afterwards, he couldn't inhale another sword spirit into his body.

In addition, Xiaochen has just started to cultivate the body of evil spirits, and it is still far from the "solidification of evil spirits" described in the secret tome, and this is not something that can be cultivated in a short time.

The sick old man allowed himself to practice here for two years. He definitely didn't ask to become a body of evil spirits. After all, this is impossible. Even if there is no resistance at all, and there is unlimited evil spirits for refining, it is not something that can be achieved within two years. of.

Besides, it is the most difficult thing to cultivate a body of suffocating energy and keep the mind and not lose it. This, as the suffocating qi in Xiaochen's body, he is deeply aware of this.

Heaven doesn't love him so much, he makes up for it with diligence. Even if he is transformed by Qingming's spiritual energy into a half-immortal body, Xiaochen's talent in cultivation is still the same as before.

This is Xiaohei and Xiaoqing's evaluation of Xiaochen, which makes Xiaochen smile bitterly, speechless, Xiaohei and Xiaoqing will not tell lies, and will not consider how Xiaochen feels after hearing it.

Although the talent is not enough, Xiao Chen is really hardworking. After coming to the Canned Sword Dao and starting to practice, he almost never sleeps and spends every moment on improving his cultivation and refining his body. In the past, Xiao Chen was only able to practice the first level of Xuantian Dao.

Converting a small part of the real essence into spiritual power, there is still a short distance from the first level of Qingchen Art, aside from the fact that it only takes a short time from the bleed air to the foundation building, this is the result of Qingmingzhu The gift, the actual speed of his cultivation is indeed very slow.

It goes without saying that Ling Ziling and Ling Xiao are so talented, even many senior sisters, Xiao Chen, can't compare. She is a mediocre talent. These four characters sum up Xiao Chen's talent without leaving any pride, and she is a lifeless person. , the combination of the two into one person is equivalent to completely cutting off the person's path of cultivation.

But whether he learned that his aptitude was mediocre, or heard about the lifeless person in front of the round mirror, all of these did not make Xiaochen doubt himself, did not shake his determination, and did not make him think about giving up dream.

Smooth and free like a fairy, bright and dazzling like a star, never violating the original intention, never retreating half a step, no regrets in action, worthy of heart, this is Xiaochen's——

Immortal.

Seeing that the two-year period is approaching, no matter whether he wants to or not, Xiaochen has to leave this place. As a result, with his current cultivation base's will to carry energy, he can no longer bear any more evil spirits.

Secondly, the period of the once-in-a-century sect competition in Xuanqing Mountain has only been a few months, and he is not fighting for fame and fortune. All you need is attention!

High profile, arrogant, crazy!

This is Xiao Chen.

At will, at will, at will.

This is also Xiao Chen.

"Junior Sister Haoxin, this Qingling Flash is first and foremost 'spirit' and second 'light'. The direction you are cultivating is just the opposite." The woman dressed as a disciple was practicing spells, and just after a round of cultivation, a gentle male voice came into her ears. She faintly felt familiar with the voice, but she couldn't remember who it was.

The woman called Haoxin turned around and saw a young man whose voice did not match the slightest bit. He was also wearing a Xuanqing Taoist uniform, but it was the clothes worn by three generations of disciples, with red hair casually draped Behind him, his big, piercing eyes showed arrogance, and a scar crossed his right eye. Rarely, he kept his eye.

Xuanyuan Yuhao has practiced for more than 90 years since he went up the mountain to the present day, and his cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of Pregnancy. Many years ago, he had broken through the foundation of foundation and reached the birth of his womb, and there are many disciples of the third generation. There are two reasons why he still retains the title of Senior Brother. He is the headmaster of Xuanqing Mountain and the disciple of Dao Zun Qingcang. This is one of them. Over the years, even after he has become a disciple of three generations, he is very fond of people of the same age. The same sect has always called himself a senior brother, and this is the second. Over time, everyone is used to calling him senior brother.

Haoxin found that the red-haired man was holding his hands and standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at him with interest.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Haoxin lowered his head and said softly.

"Senior sister, don't be polite. Senior brother just passed by and saw that you are cultivating Qinglingshan. Senior brother happened to have also practiced in the early years, so he gave some pointers." Xuanyuan Yuhao laughed, "Senior brother has something else to do. Go first."

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay for a while, the light flashed under his feet, and a long knife appeared at the bottom of his feet, holding him away in an instant, leaving only a light and shadow in the air.

Haoxin watched the senior brother leave, and did nothing, just turned around and silently practiced hard for the sect competition.

Xuanyuan Yuhao is just such a person. He remembers the names of almost all his juniors and juniors. He treats any classmate the same. 's brother.

After leaving Xuanmu Peak, Xuanyuan Yuhao drove the light and went straight to the back mountain where the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is located. A month ago, he ended his retreat, and after reporting to Master Ming, he would go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The pavilion went to have a look, I wanted to choose a practice method, and make adequate preparations for the martial arts competition.

The back mountain where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located, and in the woods in front of Tianshu Pavilion, are placed two rattan reclining chairs.

There are piles of mortal fruits and large bamboo tubes on the reclining chairs, and most of them are filled with cool and cold spring water.

Three days ago, Xiaochen ended his training in Canned Sword Dao and did not return to Yunyou Peak, but went directly to the Cangjing Pavilion. After seeing the rattan chair on which the sick old man was lying, he spent three days In time, I carefully made this rattan chair and put it aside for myself. This morning, I went to Qingfeng Town to buy a bunch of fruit. Under the heavy profit of the sick old man promising to meet one of his requirements, he divided half of it.

"Old hooligan, I'll ask you to give me a fairy weapon." Xiao Chen said with a big leaf covering his face.

"All the books over the years have been read into the pig's stomach. Do you think the fairy is Chinese cabbage?" The sick old man also said lazily, with a large leaf covering his face.

Xiaochen raised his hand and took off the leaves on his face, and then said, "It's not for others. If you say that you are the boss of the mountain, can you still be a cabbage?"

"You are still the second child of the mountain." The sick old man said lazily.

"Old hooligan, you have to be honest in life. This is something you promised yourself." Speaking of this, Xiao Chen recalled those ignorant years, how naive and lovely he was.

"You still owe me a request before, so it should be even, think about it carefully." How could the sick old man entangle with Xiao Chen.

"That won't work, I'm talking about different things, I owe you what you want, you can mention it casually, and what you owe me, you have to pay me back." Xiao Chen is no longer the little fresh boy he used to be in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion." After years of soaking in the "Great Dyeing Vat of the World", he gradually became less restrained, and occasionally he was able to take the initiative.

Xiao Chen's ideas are not unworthy of praise. He is a little foundation-building cultivator, what can he do to make sick old people plot, but the other way around is different.

The other party is at least a great cultivator of the Heavenly Mystery Period. Just a little bit of gadgets can make a foundation cultivator very useful. Such a request for another request seems to be even, but in fact Xiaochen suffered a big loss, and he naturally wouldn't promise.

"You..." The sick old man didn't expect Xiao Chen to refuse, and was speechless for a while.

"I'm what I, hurry up and bring it." Xiao Chen took advantage of the situation to pursue, vowing to blackmail the sick old man.

"Look, someone is coming, we'll talk about it later." The sick old man pointed randomly, reached out and took the leaves off his face, stood up and walked away.

"Old hooligan!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, then stood up and followed the sick old man.

At this time, Xiaochen saw the direction pointed by the sick old man, and a long rainbow flew over. He had no spiritual sense, so it was naturally impossible to sense it.

"Little bastard, get down!" The sick old man shouted with his hands on his hips. Xiao Chen only knew that an idiot would listen to your chatter. Unexpectedly, when the sick old man stopped drinking, he fell off the cloud head and headed straight down the mountain. fall.

Xiaochen was startled and stared blankly at the falling man, thinking in his mind, would it be another person who just learned to master the sword like Ling Ziling back then, who was frightened by the sick old man and directly frightened Did it fall?

Not everyone thinks that Xiaochen's body is abnormal. Just now, the person Yujian fell from such a height, and only the dead can no longer die.

So Xiao Chen immediately called out Bi Liu, desperately mobilizing his true essence, and flew to the fallen person at the fastest speed he could achieve in his life.

The sick old man did not speak, nor did he stop him, he just looked at Xiao Chen with a smile and nodded slightly.