Ling Xiao sat down and spent a day and night without realizing it. His eyes were sometimes solemn and sometimes enlightened, and he was obviously immersed in the profound world of magical meaning and could not extricate himself.

The shadow of the demon god stood quietly behind him, with a faint demonic energy entangled around him, like a guardian god from ancient times, majestic and inviolable. Its existence adds a bit of mystery and solemnity to this bamboo forest.

When Ling Xiao finally closed the notes in his hand, there seemed to be a grand movie in his mind, and pictures flashed quickly, which was the process of his understanding of magic being deepening and sublimating. His eyes gradually became brighter, and the light of wisdom was shining, and it was obvious that he had gained something.

Suddenly, the demon god behind him suddenly disappeared from the spot, like a black lightning flashing through the sky.

The next moment, a huge rock in the distance instantly collapsed under the attack of the demon god, turning into countless gravels splashed. The black magic knife drew a perfect arc in the air, with devastating power, shattered the huge rock and cut off Ling Xiao's doubts.

"So that's it!" Ling Xiao suddenly realized and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He finally understood that the attack of the magic intention did not depend on external power, but came from the purity and firmness of the heart. Just use the magic intention to understand the mind and make the enemy unable to hide.

To him, this shadow of the demon god is like an extension of his body, an organ that can be controlled as much as he wants, closely connected with his will.

Ling Xiao's eyes were flashing with excitement and expectation. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and continued to devote himself to cultivation. Under the witness of this bamboo forest, his path to the devil was quietly blooming with his light.

He didn't care about other aspects, but just devoted himself to the practice of the magic attack. With clear methods and his almost terrifying understanding, the process became extremely smooth, as if every step was natural and natural.

Ling Xiao's heart was filled with unprecedented firmness and confidence. He knew that as long as he continued to work hard, one day he would stand at the peak of the magic path and look down on the heroes.

Time slipped away quietly from his fingers like flowing water. Day by day, Ling Xiao's figure shuttled through the bamboo forest, sometimes sitting quietly and meditating, sometimes slashing, and every action contained his profound understanding and understanding of the magic. His eyes became sharper, as if he could penetrate all things in the world and reach the essence.

After half a month, Ling Xiao had already reached a very skillful level in controlling this Demon Shadow.

His will and the shadow of the demon god perfectly merged, as if they were one, and every thought could instantly transform into the shadow of the demon god's action, accurate and accurate. This tacit understanding and control were an experience he had never had before, which made him feel excited and proud.

In Zhaixing Tower, there is a strict class division of the control of martial arts will - entry-level, small success, big success, unity, micro-level, and fortune!

Each stage can be subdivided into nine levels, and the improvement of each level means a deeper understanding and mastery of the will of martial arts. Ling Xiao clearly remembered that his previous control of the will of magic can only be regarded as the introductory stage. At that time, when he faced the geniuses in the magic building, he always felt an insurmountable gap.

Most of the geniuses in the Magic Tower have reached the peak of unity, and some have even begun to reach the threshold of reaching the slightest.

And most ordinary warriors have reached a high level even in the control of martial arts will. In contrast, Ling Xiao does seem very weak in this regard, as if he is a bird that has just learned to fly, facing the vast sky, he is both excited and nervous.

However, it was this gap that inspired the fighting spirit and desire deep in his heart. Ling Xiao knew that only by constantly challenging himself can he break through the limit and reach an unprecedented height.

In just half a month, Ling Xiao's control of the magic intention has made rapid progress and reached the peak of unity. It is only one step away from the higher level of the subtle realm.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to go further, simple cultivation could no longer meet his needs, and research and tempering in actual combat were the challenges he had to face next.

Ling Xiao slowly stood up, his eyes swept across the quiet bamboo forest around him. The breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves swayed gently, making a rustling sound, but no one was seen. He took a deep breath, felt the breath of nature, but a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

"Strange, the senior brother has been away for half a month, but has not returned yet. What happened?" Ling Xiao frowned and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but he could not confirm where his senior brother was.

He knew that no matter how much he thought about, he could not get the answer, and instead he would only add to his worries.

So, he shook his head gently and pulled his thoughts back from his senior brother's affairs.

He understood that he could not always be immersed in this unsolvable confusion, but should act and do something within his ability. Thinking of this, a strong impulse suddenly surged in his heart, wanting to leave here and visit Xiao Lianzhu and the others in Zhengqi Hall.

After all, I have been to Zhaixing Tower for half a month and have never visited Xiao Lianzhu, Ling Bi and others. This is really unreasonable. Moreover, Ling Xiao missed them very much in his heart. The longing was like a trickle of water, constantly surging in his heart.

When he walked out of the Magic Tower, he did not encounter any obstacles and was unobstructed. He sighed in his heart that although the rules of Zhaixing Tower were strict, he was still tolerant of his new disciple.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

Soon, Ling Xiao came to the eighth floor Zhengqi Hall. This place is completely different from the Magic Tower, with a solemn and sacred atmosphere filled with the air. The ninth floor of Zhaixing Tower is the Magic Tower, and the eighth floor Zhengqi Hall also occupies a whole floor, which shows its important position in Zhaixing Tower.

Outside the gate of Zhengqi Hall, there is a pair of lifelike sculptures. Both men and women are fluttering in white clothes, with a tall figure and awesome righteous. The male sculpture looks like a gentle scholar, holding a scroll in his hand, and a sense of righteousness reveals a sense of righteousness in his eyes, as if he can see through all the evils in the world.

The female sculpture adds a bit of heroic spirit. She is dressed in military uniform and looks heroic, just like a female general who is as good as a woman. She holds a long sword in her hand and points the tip of the sword straight to the sky, demonstrating her indomitable fighting spirit.

Ling Xiao stood in front of the sculpture, and a sense of respect surging in his heart. He knew very well that this pair of sculptures was not only decoration, but also a symbol of the spirit of Zhaixing Tower.
Chapter completed!