Douluo: Junior Junior Sister of Sword Sect became a saint in Wuhun Hall

Chapter 391 The Secret Realm Opens

The moment Feng Qianyan's voice sounded, Ye Ling'an looked towards Feng Qianyan, "Let's start when you come."

"We don't have much time."

Ye Ling'an knew very well that she could not replace Feng Qianyan's role, her martial soul was not a wind sword, and what she did could only play a small role, unlike Feng Qianyan.

"Follow my movements, and I'll show you."

As soon as Ye Ling'an's voice fell, she continued to swing the blade, not giving Feng Qianyan any time to prepare.

Feng Qianyan aroused the wind sword, holding the blue blade in her hand, she quickly followed Ye Ling'an's movements, and the two of them swung the blade in exactly the same way.

Ye Ling'an and Feng Qianyan's movements reached the same level, and brilliant blue soul power appeared from their bodies, but the number of soul rings was different.

Feng Qianyan's talent was several times better than Feng Qianluo's.At least, there is no problem for Feng Qianyan to put the extremely difficult step on Feng Qianyan's side. She didn't feel any hindrance, and easily completed a complete set of sword skills.

When they finished the last blow, there was a loud thunder in the sky, and the blue beam of light went from the ground to the sky, and the terrifying atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

The previously looming sword array has become a real thing, and a huge soul power emerges, and the figures of the few people in the blue light cannot be seen.

boom!
There was a broken sound, a spider web of cracks appeared on the ground, and a crack appeared under their feet.

Ye Ling'an and Feng Qianyan looked at each other, and for almost an instant, they worked together to calm the fluctuations on the ground.

The blue light dissipated, countless sword blades emerged from the blue sword formation, and large golden characters fell into their eyes.

The formation of bloodline inheritance should be sacrificed by blood; the road of the strong should be called by the strong; the road of talent should be sacrificed by talent; the road of swordsman should be called by the heart of the sword.

A few lines of words fell clearly in their eyes, and Ye Ling'an's face became serious.The so-called sacrifice is to pay.

The simplest sacrifice is to sacrifice with blood.

She gave Feng Qianyan a look, and the latter immediately understood what she meant, and immediately stretched out her left hand, the sharp blade cut through her palm, and bright red blood flowed out, she quickly walked towards the statue, for It was pouring blood on top of the statue.

In just a few breaths, they had already guessed the answers to these few sentences.

Bloodline, powerhouse, talent, swordsman, these can all appear in the same person, that is to say, blood must be used to awaken the sword array.

Feng Qianyan's blood fell on the statue, it shone brightly, and the top changed, revealing its true colors.

However, halfway through it didn't move.

Feng Qianyan froze for a moment, then looked at Feng Qianluo, "A Luo, go and try."

She thought to herself that she would use Feng Qianluo and her own blood to wake her up, right?

Feng Qianluo cut his palm without any hesitation, and let the blood flow on the statue, but the statue still didn't move, making them silent for an instant.

Ye Ling'an shook his head, carefully observed those few words, and thought to himself that the road to the sword must be the wind sword?
Wouldn't it be okay to have a martial spirit stronger than the wind sword?

The sword itself is a killing weapon.Those who master the sword martial soul have very strong attack power.The path of a swordsman does not necessarily refer to a powerful sword spirit.

Complicated emotions welled up in her blue eyes, and she thought she could give it a try.

Because of the appearance of the sword array, Feng Qianluo's physical strength recovered, Ye Ling'an did not support Feng Qianluo, so she cut her palm with the Hanying Excalibur, and a little blue blood mixed with it fell on the statue.

Since the second awakening of Wuhun, Ye Lingan's body has changed, and her blood is the most obvious.

There is a little blue in the red, which is not the color that human beings should have, but it is the change brought about by the second awakening of her martial soul.

Regarding this change, Ye Ling'an was very calm.Because she knew it was a matter of chromatic aberration.

Her own blood is mixed with the blood of the witch clan. The blood of the witch clan is divided into blue and purple, and purple is the most noble blood.The purer the purple, the purer the lineage it inherits.Ye Ling'an's blue color was not only caused by the second awakening of his martial soul, but also because of his own blood problems.

As soon as the blue blood was stained on the statue, it immediately shone brightly, and suddenly the landslides and ground cracked, and the vibrations from the ground spread to everyone's ears.

The river in front of them was flowing faster than before, and a huge blue mystery appeared in front of everyone.

"It seems that we guessed right." Ye Ling'an's expression became serious.

From the moment his figure appeared in the secret realm, Ye Ling'an felt the familiar sword energy.It seems that the sword energy of Ning Xing City came from the secret realm, and this was something the ancestors of the Feng family did specially, so that future generations could find it here and open the secret realm to start trials.

The road to the strong is never single, not only on the body of a sword martial soul, but also on the sword heart of others.

Kenshin, this thing is the most precious.

The sound of the wind suddenly became louder, the Wind Sword Martial Soul floated in the air, and the blue figure came into everyone's eyes.

"Feng Wenhua, you Feng family are so brave to embezzle the things left by your ancestors."

Feng Bailong's cold voice fell on their ears clearly, and his eyes fell on Ye Ling'an.

What he said was actually for others to hear.Both the Feng family and Feng Jianzong have now reached a cooperation with Wuhundian and become a part of Wuhundian.

They won't do it unless necessary.

"There are some things that don't need to be said." Ye Ling'an's cold voice sounded, her tone was extremely calm, "Since you are here, come down."

Ye Ling'an didn't pay attention to the grievances between the Feng family and Feng Jianzong, because this was something they had to resolve internally and had nothing to do with her.

She is an outsider herself, and there is no need to participate in their grievances.To put it bluntly, the grievances between them are too deep to be resolved by her alone.

"It's still reasonable, son."

Feng Bailong immediately drove the wind sword to the ground, looking at the blue secret realm with greedy eyes.

The moment he saw this secret realm, his martial spirit was trembling, there was something attracting him here.

To be precise, this is the instinctive summoning of the Wind Sword martial soul.

When everyone from the Wind Sword Sect came down, the secret realm was completely opened.An old voice suddenly sounded.

"My descendants, after ten thousand years, I see you again."

"As I expected."

"Thousands of years later, our Wind Sword has finally ushered in hope. The child holding the Wind Sword will definitely inherit my mantle and be named by the Wind Sword."

"After I became a god, I specifically left this inheritance for the purpose of the wind sword martial soul. I became a god with my mind, broke through the limits of human beings, and achieved the position of Fengshen. The position of the god is kept here, waiting for the appearance of the destined person .”

His words undoubtedly shocked everyone, and then they became excited.

Who wouldn't want to be a god?
(End of this chapter)