In a quiet lotus pond pavilion, Lin Zhao sat cross-legged, concentrating on comprehending the sword intent that was refined into the Lingxu. This sword intent came from the remaining skill book "Fire Flame Heavenly Prison". Lin Zhao
It has been warmed and cultivated for a long time, but this sword intention is very profound, and it has not been truly resolved into the sword technique that Lin Zhao can spy and master.
Until late at night, Liu Liying cooked a few side dishes in the kitchen, then brought a food box and a pot of wine to the small pavilion and placed them next to Lin Zhao. She said softly: "Master, eat something before we eat again."
Practice?”
"Not urgent."
Lin Zhao shook his head. At this time, a new golden progress bar appeared in front of his eyes. It seemed that the matter of refining the sword was coming to an end, so he became more and more concentrated. For a while, Liu Liying did not dare to disturb him, so he stood
Wait quietly on the sidelines.
After a full quarter of an hour, along with a ray of light in the Ling Ruins, Lin Zhao finally refined the sword intent transformed from Lieyan Tianlao and made it his own foundation. When Lin Zhao narrowed his eyes
When I observed it with my eyes, I found that this sword intention was spinning endlessly like an abyss. The sword intention was awe-inspiring. I immediately had a name in my mind, let's call it the cage. Once the enemy falls into this cage, it will be difficult to break out!
At the same time, a bell rang in my ears, and I immediately entered the name of my self-created skill. When a system announcement bell rang, this newly created skill was indeed of high quality——
"Ding!"
System Announcement: Congratulations to player [White] for successfully creating his own skill [Cage] (Immortal ★★★)!
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Immortal three-star, close to the top level!
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and opened the skill list excitedly. Sure enough, the golden icon of the cage skill appeared at the top of the skill list, showing that the skill has the highest priority mechanism. With a flick of his hand, the detailed introduction floated in front of him——
[Cage] (Immortal Grade ★★★): Use your sword intent to create a kendo cage, imprisoning targets within a certain range in the cage, and continuously causing excess damage to them. The higher your own attack power.
, the higher the damage of the cage, the attack lasts 12 seconds, and the skill cooldown time is 60 seconds.
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Try it first!
Lin Zhao stood up, wisps of transcendental sword intent spread all over his body, and his body floated into the air. The next moment he drew his sword from the air, and the moment he pulled out Zhanlu, his majestic sword intent exploded, and an abyss-like sword intent fell from the sky.
The sword fell in the air and turned into a huge cage. Countless sword auras filled the cages and wreaked havoc in the sky above the lotus pond. Wisps of pond water were drawn up and condensed into a kendo cage in the air. The moment the sword was stirred out.
It was already very impressive.
"..."
Liu Liying held a folding fan in her hand and stood by the pavilion, looking up at Lin Zhao's masterpiece, her beautiful eyes full of surprise. When Lin Zhao put away his sword and returned, Liu Liying pursed her red lips and said: "Young Master
, what is the significance of this sword?"
"Create a sword of your own, called Prison Cage." Lin Zhao said.
"Um."
Liu Liying said softly: "This sword is more profound than the swordsmanship of the fish in the pond combined."
Lin Zhao held his forehead and said with a smile: "Liying, just praise me if you praise me. Our mountain top garden is not interested in being flattered and trampled upon."
Liu Liying's pretty face turned red: "Yes, Master, Liying understands, the food is not cold yet, Master, please eat some?"
"good."
Lin Zhao opened the food box and found some home-cooked dishes, such as stir-fried river shrimp with leeks, stewed loach, etc., plus a pot of apricot flower wine brought from Dong Zang, it was a perfect match, so it was considered a treat for himself.
As a reward, I sat cross-legged in the pavilion, eating food and drinking, chatting with Liu Liying.
After eating and drinking, Lin Zhao flew into the sky with his flying sword, his body hovering in the wind, looking in the direction of the Monster Clan's Ancestral Mountain. After the battle in Xishu, the Monster Clan's Ancestral Mountain had been silent for a long time, and no one knew what was being planned.
What are you talking about? Lin Zhao has been feeling anxious for no reason in the past few days, but he doesn't know what he is anxious about. He always feels that things have already happened, but he just can't see through it.
"Son."
On the side, Liu Liying, dressed in gold, said, "Are you worried?"
"No."
Lin Zhao smiled: "Maybe I'm just worrying."
Liu Liying smiled softly: "Liying went to make your bed and went to bed early."
"well……"
Lin Zhao shook his head. He really did not intend to take Liu Liying back to the Villa on the top of the mountain as a girl who served tea, poured water, washed clothes and folded quilts. After all, she was a majestic folding fan goddess, but Liu Liying could not help but step into this role.
, Lin Zhao was helpless. He turned around, glanced at the south, frowned, his head was in a mess, and he had no clue.
It's a pity that I don't have Mr. Qin's or Mr.'s otherworldly deduction methods, otherwise I wouldn't be so upset.
It is really painful to sit in the snow-covered Tianchi Lake and not know what kind of silent changes are taking place in the general trend of the world.
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The ancestral land of the demon clan, the forbidden land Demon Soul Mountain.
In the Demon Soul Mountain, there are many mountains, just like giants looking at the world in the night sky. The demon aura soaring into the sky makes it impossible for mortals to look directly at it. Even those old demons who have practiced for many years are too busy to take care of themselves in the Demon Soul Mountain.
"rustle……"
At the foot of the first mountain of Yaohun Mountain, a figure slowly climbed the mountain. It was none other than Huang Tingyu, but at this time, Huang Tingyu was covered in blood, as if he was half fished out of the blood, and his body was pierced from the snowy Tianchi.
The armor was almost in shreds, and there were wounds on the legs, neck, and arms. Some were sword wounds, and some looked like scars left by being bitten by wild beasts.
After slaying a group of demons in the valley, Huang Tingyu's blood boiled and he had nothing else in his heart. He just wanted to climb the first peak of Demon Soul Mountain. If he didn't climb this peak, it would be in vain.
On the mountain, evil spirits are raging.
When Huang Tingyu looked up, he saw a pair of eyes like blood-colored lanterns. When his eyes penetrated the blood-colored clouds, he saw a huge figure crawling on the top of the mountain, with his back hunched and looking at him fiercely.
Huang Ting met this uninvited guest. It was a tiger covered with light golden hair, a dharma form of an ancient demon soul guarding the top of the mountain. In its lifetime, this tiger was a tiger demon from the Thirteenth Realm long ago.
"Whoosh!"
The tiger's body suddenly shrunk, and finally turned into an old man wearing a pale golden gown. His body was stooped and very slender, but he was filled with a strong demonic aura. He smiled and said: "It is not easy to become a twelve-level sword cultivator.
Why are you so eager to seek death? There are not many people in this world of monsters who can master the twelve realms of sword cultivation, who are you?"
Huang Tingyu sneered: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"Ha~~~"
The tiger demon whirled around and sat on a huge rock, and said with a smile: "It doesn't really matter, but if you want to break through the first mountain, it has something to do with me. If you want to ask questions in the wilderness, is it so easy?"
Huang Tingyu raised his hand, slowly pulled out the amber, and said with a smile: "I know it's not easy, so I came to ask. This old demon clan elder doesn't need to say anything. Today on this mountain, you and I can only live."
one."
"good!"
The tiger demon grinned and said: "I haven't seen such an arrogant demon sword cultivator in many years. Come on, let me see if your skills on the lips are greater than your skills on the sword."
When Huang Ting encountered the sword light, his body rolled in the wind. The amber sword instantly set off a total of three sword energy storms, attacking his opponent from the front, left and right sides. This move was fast and ruthless.
The tiger demon opened its long robe, and its body continued to expand. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fierce tiger again. It roared with evil energy, and the evil energy exploded together. As its sharp claws danced, wisps of strong energy surged out, constantly hitting the Huangting.
On top of Yu's sword energy, at the same time, the tiger demon twisted his body and sprayed out a stream of evil energy from his mouth, heading straight towards Huangting Yu's face door.
How could Huang Tingyu dare to neglect the offensive of the Thirteenth Realm? Even if this tiger demon soul has been eroded by time for thousands of years, its combat power is no longer that of the Thirteenth Realm in the true sense, but the great demon cultivator
Because the foundation was still there, Huang Tingyu quickly moved his body sideways, and at the same time launched his flying sword, strangled the opponent's offensive, and in the blink of an eye, the first mountain range was covered with swords and sword shadows.
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Outside Demon Soul Mountain.
Lin Zhujie was wearing an ivy-colored gown and was lazily sitting by the lake fishing. While he was fishing, ripples suddenly appeared on the lake. He frowned and looked at the twelve realms in the Demon Soul Mountain.
Shui Yue Guan Tian randomly appeared and saw the battle taking place on the top of the first mountain of Demon Soul Mountain.
The demon spirit of the Thirteenth Level Tiger was very ferocious. It bit Huang Tingyu's right arm with one bite and did not let go. It tore the skin and flesh, causing Huang Tingyu's entire arm to be seriously injured, and even only one bone was connected to it.
, but Huang Tingyu's wild nature was also completely aroused. There was a wild and fierce light in his eyes. As soon as he turned around, a head turned into the shape of a big yellow dog's head, and he bit the opponent's neck fiercely.
At this point, he never let go, but kept shaking his head, tearing the opponent's neck apart, until in the end almost the whole head of the tiger demon soul was torn off.
On the top of the mountain, the howl of the tiger demon soul was endless. He was cruel enough, but he met a person like Huang Tingyu who was desperate for his life.
At this time, the golden blood of the tiger demon soul was stained, and Huang Tingyu drank a large amount directly into his throat. When Lin Zhujie squinted his eyes and observed carefully, he saw Huang Tingyu's forehead exposed above the animal bones.
A golden pattern has appeared.
The bloodline began to return to its ancestors.
At this time, Lin Zhujie was convinced that the big demon under Lin Baiyi's hands, my old brother Huang, was indeed extraordinary!
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Mainland, south.
In the southern wilderness, between clouds and fog, a famous mountain stands in the depths of the river. The aura of this mountain is extremely strong, even comparable to Changming Mountain on the southern border of the human race. On the mountainside, exquisite palaces are connected one after another. At this time
It was evening, and the smoke was rising, filling the mountains with the smoke and smoke of the human world.
Qingtian Sect, the first sect in the Southern Wilderness.
Outside the Patriarch Hall of the Qingtian Sect, a middle-aged monk wearing a lavender gown looked elegant, with wisps of rich aura lingering around his body. His cultivation level was extremely good. He was Liu Chen, the contemporary master of the Qingtian Sect.
Qing, a great monk of the Twelve Realms, one of the few figures in the entire Southern Wilderness.
However, at this time, Liu Chenqing frowned and looked at the mountain gate. There, an old man wearing a gray robe and holding a cane was slowly going up the mountain. After walking a few steps, he stopped to take a few breaths.
