Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"en?"

"Where is this place?"

Suddenly, Ling Tian found a place with abnormal light and shadow on Formation's holographic projection.

This area is nearly 10,000 meters deep below the surface of the dojo, about thousands of square meters in size, all covered by scarlet mist.

It is Formation, which cannot be fully understood.

Ling Tian checked all the places in the dojo, but no trace of Yun Yang was found.

With Yunyang's strength, he will never be eliminated.

Then, he must be hiding in the depths of 10,000 meters.

"Pineapple jackfruit. Little Pagoda, can you see more clearly?"

Ling Tian looked down at the Four Elephant Pagoda in his hand, and saw the Four Elephant Pagoda body shaken. The spiritual light blooms on the stone table, as if stimulating all the energy, gradually diluting the blood on the projection.

"en?"

The picture became clearer, and Ling Tian saw that a back figure appeared in the picture, which was probably recognizable from his figure and clothes, which was Yun Yang.

At this time, Yun Yang is sitting in front of a cauldron, and under the cauldron, there are densely packed blood-colored branches...

"bloodfiend thorns!"

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Ling Tian’s eyes shrank, immediately cred out in surprise.

At this time, in the picture, under the green and red great cauldron, there are countless bloodfiend thorns that make people color changing.

"No, these are actually soul-swallowing magic thorns!"

However, Tao Yaoyao blurted out when she saw the screen.

"Soul Swallowing Demon Thorn? What is that?" Ling Tian frowned, he hadn't heard of it, but from Tao Yaoyao's stern face, it could be seen that this thing is no small thing.

"It's a kind of evil plant. It can devour Martial Artist's soul to increase cultivation base. The bloodfiend thorns that suck blood are their descendants. And there are so many...almost hidden here. Cover the entire dojo!"

Tao Yaoyao faint smile, "Also, look at these soul-swallowing magic thorns, they seem to be malnourished. They have not eaten Martial Spirit for a long time. The state of..."

"Impossible, there are so many Martial Artists dead here, and the Martial Spirit level is not low, how come..."

Ling Tian shook his head , Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be that these magic thorns are just tools for collecting Martial Spirit?!" The green and red great cauldron in the center of the thorns, as the picture became clear, Ling Tian suddenly saw that, in the great cauldron, a dazzling halo!

The halo is emitted from a moment of beads, in which thousands of illusory shadows flash in it, tiger, leopard, wolf bear, blade, spear, sword, halberd, everything!

Moreover, the grade is at least Grade 5 or above!

Sure enough, this green-red great cauldron, the Martial Spirit collected from the soul-swallowing magic thorns, has condensed into a bead!

Beads condensed by thousands of Martial Spirits, this Martial Spirit's strength, Ling Tian just think about it, feel terrible.

Think of Yunhou's use of Barbarian Race Blood Soul to build a large formation, Ling Tian can't imagine it anymore.

Yunhou's ambition is too terrifying...

"No, I can't let him succeed!"

Ling Tian complexion sank.

Yunhou has a heart for rebellion, and Yunyang and his hatred cannot be solved. If Yunhou succeeds, then he will never end well.

"Little Pagoda, send me over!"

Ling Tian coldly said.

"Om...'

However, Little Pagoda buzzed, and the image on the stone table disappeared.

"How to return thing? "

"What else is going on, I'm out of energy, your little coins, you are peeping and teleporting, it's gone for a long time..."

Taoyaoyao shrugged.

"Aiya! "

Ling Tian smashed his hand and was really depressed.

It was too late to stop Yun Yang from receiving Martial Spirit.

"By the way, Ling Tian, Didn't they want you to find something? Have you found it yet? "

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot! "

Ling Tian slapped his forehead again. Li Ke asked him to find the original Martial Spirit. However, as the core center of the dojo, he didn't find any shadow of the original Martial Spirit here?

"Forget it, Martial Spirit may not be here in the beginning..."

Time is running out, Ling Tian also gave up.

"Om..."

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But at this moment, the Four Elephant Pagoda in Ling Tian's hands broke free. Ling Tian's hands hovered in front of Ling Tian, ​​and then shot out a beam of light. Before Ling Tian could react, he felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was dizzy. I lost my intuition.

When Ling Tian regained consciousness again, he went to find that he was actually in a quiet room.

One bed, one table, on the wall, Hanging a handful of antique ancient zither.

Ling Tian's eyes swept around, but when he turned around, he suddenly found a lithe and graceful shadow standing in front of the window.

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To be independent, seem a bit lonely...

Ling Tian couldn't help but shake his feet and took two steps back.

This is just a shadow, but Let Ling Tian be familiar with it again.

He had seen it in Juntian Palace at the beginning.

This figure, all over his body, is filled with an invincible domineering, But in the awe-inspiring fighting intent, Ling Tian can clearly feel a trace of loneliness and loneliness.

"The former...senior...that me, I...I didn't mean to offend. .. I went to the wrong room! Sorry, there is Nara, goodbye! "

Ling Tian finally sees it, he is accidentally coming to the boudoir of the Martial Emperor Martial Emperor!

That’s right, the Martial Emperor is a woman!

Although this figure is slightly different from the one in Juntian Xinggong, Ling Tian can still see it clearly in a snow-white gauze skirt.

Ling Tian immediately felt like pulling out his legs. Run, together with Jun Tian Martial Emperor, he felt it was not a good thing.

However, no matter how hard Ling Tian tried, his body did not respond.

At this time, that silhouette Slowly turning around, Ling Tian felt a line of sight looking at him. That kind of feeling really seemed to be a Spiritual God in the sky, looking down at him. He couldn't help lowering his head and didn't dare to look at him.

"weng"

But at this time, the nine-color Dao Foundation in Ling Tian Qi Sea suddenly shook, and the pressure on Ling Tian's body was immediately relieved.

Looking up, what caught Ling Tian's eyes was a vague, but very familiar and warm face. Although he could not see clearly, Ling Tian was no longer afraid.

This Dao figures are shrouded in the halo, very beautiful.

She didn't say anything, she looked at Ling Tian with such determination.

Then, she turned into a thousand. Wan Daoguang point, it disappears...

"Is it another strand of will? "

Ling Tian clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and swept away Jun Tian’s last ray of coercion.

However, Ling Tian turned around, but I was surprised to find that two square stones appeared on the empty table.

An absolutely regular octahedron!

"Could it be that. .."

Ling Tian heart startled, hurried over, picked up one of them, and entered the sword shadow into it.

The shell is hard and dense, far exceeding the mountain before.

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Ling Tian’s sword shadow finally penetrated, and a bright orange brilliance filled Ling Tian's sea of ​​mind.

In the dazzling halo, Ling Tian saw another one again. The ball of light, and there is still a word in the ball of light at this time.

Similarly, Ling Tian still knows it.

"Ji! "

In the ball of light, it is a word of robbery!