Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 57
Da da!

In the empty hall, the spiritual energy was dense into mist, giving people a sense of mist. With the sound of subtle footsteps, Qin Luo walked slowly to the depths of the hall, and the thick and simple black clock gradually enlarged in his eyes.

At the same time, an astonishing pressure slowly enveloped the big clock. It seemed to turn its surroundings into an invisible field, and it could be seen that the mist-like spiritual energy was surging endlessly. Difficulty lifting your feet.

The huge ancient clock is dark and mottled, covered with mysterious lines and traces of the baptism of time. There are faint rays of light flowing and flickering on it, swallowing the rich spiritual energy in the hall, and being swallowed by it along with the majestic spiritual energy , the light it released gradually became brighter, and a mysterious aura spread out, like layers of ripples spreading up and down, filling the entire hall.

In the minds of Qin Luo and the others, at this moment, the sound of an ancient and desolate bell resounded. The sound of the bell was extremely ancient, as if it came from ancient times through the long river of time.

The closer you get, the louder and clearer the sound of the bell chants, the invisible bell chants seem to turn into scriptures, flowing slowly in your mind, mysterious and endless but hard to capture, you can only watch it pass by.

The sound of the bell echoed endlessly, and the mysterious meaning enveloped the hall. In a trance, there seemed to be the sound of chanting sutras, flowing in the heart.

A group of ten people, some people have already stopped, looking at the few people who are still walking slowly, showing unwillingness, but in the end they can only sigh, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the town spirit bell standing like a mountain , eyes slowly closed, but the invisible idea has been emitted.

The pressure released by the Lingling Bell was too great, and it was already unbearable with their strength. The aura in the meridians in the body that was originally roaring like a long river flowed like a turtle crawling, and the movement was stagnant.

The soul of battle is the foundation of a warrior's cultivation, and the aura is its support. The aura is suppressed in this way, how can they resist the strange pressure from the Zhenling bell.

The closer you get, the greater the pressure from the ancient clock. Every time you take a step, you have to resist the huge pressure. Standstill.

Seeing that the Lingling Bell was not far away, but the outstanding members of the younger generation of the Qin family could only stop unwillingly, and looked at the few people who were still walking slowly with eyes full of envy and awe.

When initially shrouded by the field released by Zhenling Zhong, Qin Luo acted relaxed and casual, like a stroll in the garden, but as he approached the ancient clock that was obviously small but exuded the momentum of a mountain, he gradually felt the pressure.

That strange and mysterious power, like ripples and ripples, quietly eroded into the body like a rhythmic breeze, making the vigorous aura circulating in the body gradually stagnate and slow down.

But at the same time, he also found that although the strange and mysterious power was oppressing the spiritual energy and blocking the movement of the spiritual energy, the contained power was also silently compressing and condensing the spiritual energy in his body, which made him secretly excited .

Thinking about it, if you have been oppressed by the Lingling Bell in the main hall, making the aura unable to circulate, then what else is there to practice? The difficulty of comprehending the Lingling Art is well known.

If you just sit here under pressure for three days without being able to cultivate, and there is no benefit at all, then no one will rush to enter the secret place.

Entering the secret place, even if you can't comprehend Zhenling Jue, it is a great opportunity to practice here for three days, this is not just talk.

The condensed spiritual energy can affect a person's background, and the strength and shallowness of the foundation will affect the combat power. In the long run, it will affect the development of the whole body.

After all, it is about the foundation. If the foundation is not stable and the foundation is not solid, future achievements will be limited.

Although Qin Luo felt that the rapid progress of his cultivation in a short period of time would not affect his own foundation, after all, the impact of a strong external force and tempering his body could also make the aura more condensed and vigorous, but if he could make the aura more condensed, he would also wish for it.

As time passed, Qin Luo took a lot of effort to take every step, and the aura in his body circulated more and more slowly. The fierce and domineering dragon-shaped aura was constantly contending with the power of the town. During this confrontation, there was a trace of strangeness. The mysterious aura blended in quietly, causing the dragon-shaped aura to subtly change.

At this time, in the hall, besides him, there was only one person who was still gritting his teeth, and that was Qin Yan. His lips and teeth were tightly clenched, and his body was full of flames. He seemed to be wearing a flame armor, and bursts of hot air radiate out.

There is a bright red light flowing and blooming in his body, illuminating his body transparently, the internal organs are faintly visible, the spine is like an angry dragon roaring towards the sky, releasing strong lights, and there is a faint dragon chant.

His face was hard, with sweat and blood on his face. He looked at the figure walking in front of him, his eyes showed unconcealable shock, and then he smiled wryly.

He has been able to persevere until now, and he has come here completely relying on the support of the keel of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon. If there was no keel to resist the power of suppressing spirits, he would have been unable to hold on. , did not deliberately use the power to resist, and completely relied on physical strength to resist the power of the town.

What a strong body that is.

Qin Yan couldn't hide his shock. He got the keel of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which not only mutated the battle spirit, but also evolved from an earth-level Skyfire Dragon to a heaven-level Eight Desolation Fire Dragon. He also received a baptism. , but at this moment he found that his proud physique looked so weak when facing Qin Luo...

Also let people live.

As a self-confident man, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but fortunately, he had a strong mind and was not crushed by this blow. He looked at the shining town bell with fiery and persistent eyes.

Although the closer you are to the Zhenling Bell, the more clearly you can feel the bell, but you have to bear more pressure. You have to be distracted to resist and counterbalance the power of Zhenling while comprehending, and slightly behind, the pressure you bear is less , can be more focused on comprehending.

Thinking this way, after walking another seven or eight meters, he sat cross-legged on the ground. This place is almost reaching his limit, but it is still within the tolerance range. Instead of being distracted, it is better to concentrate on comprehension, the distance of a few meters will not have too much impact on the comprehension of Zhenling Jue.

He glanced at Qin Luo who was still moving forward, sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes, his mind attached to the town spirit bell with the sound of the bell. The deep and grand sound of bells, like the sound of ancient chanting, flows in the heart.

Qin Luo didn't look back, but he could feel that no one was walking behind him. He didn't think too much, and continued to move forward, raising his footsteps with difficulty. His feet seemed to be filled with lead, weighing more than a thousand catties, his body was tense, and his feet were trembling. Taking a step forward, there was a sound of "boom", the ground was trembling, and his body was pressed down at the same time.

He snorted, secretly sighing the mystery of the power of suppressing the spirit, not only suppressing the spiritual energy, but also oppressing the physical body like gravity, suppressing the spirit, I am afraid that it is not as simple as suppressing the spiritual energy.

Zhen Ling Jue, I must get it!

His eyes are bright and slightly fiery. Even if it is not because of the effect of the Zhenling Jue on the curse in the blood, just because of its mystery, he must get it.

He felt that the Soul-Suppressing Art was not simple. Although according to what the ancient Shenglong said, it was only an incomplete Soul-Suppressing Art, but to him today, it was still very powerful, full of mystery, and full of attraction.

The dragon's chant resounded, and on Qin Luo's body, dragon scale patterns emerged, wriggling and changing. On the back of his hand, while the dragon scale patterns were changing, a dragon scale full of mysterious patterns emerged, and there was a sense of excitement. The breath of heart palpitations spread through, this is the only condensed dragon scale on his body, the others are still illusory.

Manifesting the battle spirit, a powerful force poured into his body. Qin Luo felt his body lighten up suddenly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. The all-pervasive pressure seemed to dissipate a lot. In fact, the pressure has not dissipated, but his body has strengthened another level. .

Borrowing the power of the battle spirit, Qin Luo continued to move forward.

The closer you get to Zhenling Bell, the pressure you are under is almost doubled. Even with the power of the battle spirit, Qin Luo only walked less than ten meters before feeling as difficult as before, as if you were fighting against the mountain. , that terrifying pressure was going to crush his body.

clang!
The bell rang and rippled, and an indescribable wave spread out. Qin Luo's body trembled, and his spirit was slightly in a trance. He sighed and could only sit cross-legged on the floor.

If we move forward, I am afraid that we will only be able to resist the power of suppressing the spirit, and will not be able to comprehend the soul suppressing formula. Although the power of suppressing the spirit has a great effect on condensing the spirit energy and even tempering the body, it is better than comprehending the suppressing spirit. The spiritual formula, it seems that the gain outweighs the loss.

This place is close to the ten-meter range of Zhenling Bell, and the rippling power of Zhenling has reached a rather terrifying level. In the huge Qin family, only a few people can walk here, and can see that the ground Cracks were opened, which were formed by the footprints that were sunk nearly a foot deep.

The Zhenling Bell is close at hand. Looking at it from a close distance, the mottled lines on it are the traces of the years. Only then can you feel its vicissitudes and ancient vicissitudes, as if it has survived from the ancient times.

Although it is only three meters high, it feels like a majestic and majestic mountain.

call!
Letting out a long breath, Qin Luo runs the reincarnation scripture. Although the power of suppressing the spirit here is terrifying, it feels extremely heavy to swallow the aura, but the extraordinary method of the reincarnation scripture is suppressed to a certain extent, but the speed of swallowing the aura of heaven and earth Compared with others, it is still fast, which is the result of his intentional suppression.

The mist shrouded his body, and the pattern of dragon scales emerged on the skin, wriggling and changing. It can be seen that next to the dragon scales, the illusory dragon scales are rapidly devouring the spiritual energy, becoming a ghost at an extremely slow speed. Consolidated, there are mysterious and mysterious lines, which quietly emerge, and the dragon scales that are gradually gazing, give people a hard and ancient feeling...

The eyes are slightly closed, and there seems to be an invisible force surging between the brows. The thoughts extend out, blend into the world, and slowly wrap around the town spirit bell.

The bell's chants that came into my mind were majestic and majestic, flowing like ripples, and extremely mysterious. It contained the Zhenling Jue training method, but it needed to be comprehended by oneself, and everything depended on comprehension and chance.

Time passes by in meditation...

In the dense ground, the spiritual energy became foggy, and the bells rang endlessly.

(End of this chapter)