When Li Xuandao heard this, he immediately curled his lips and said dissatisfied: "Senior, you are wrong. This spiritual essence was not given to me by you, but I got it through my own efforts, okay? "
"Your descendant, in the end, he couldn't compete with me in swordsmanship, so he died. It's natural for me to get Ling Yun!"
Li Xuandao looked at the man in front of him and said, "This spirit cloud was originally prepared for your descendant, Li Yunsheng, right?
It's a pity that his skills are inferior to others, so I defeated him."
"But senior, who awakened you and cultivated you into a spirit?"
"How did you die back then?"
"How are you so sure that Li Yunsheng is your descendant?
If one of your descendants is cuckolded, wouldn’t your loss be in vain?”
Listening to Li Xuandao's question, Li Yunxuan clenched his hands, wishing to slap the young man in front of him to death.
"get ready!"
Li Yunxuan said suddenly.
"What are you ready for?"
"Be prepared to accept the power of the source of spiritual accumulation. I really can't stand your problems. I would rather die as soon as possible!"
"..." Li Xuandao continued: "Don't be angry. I just want to know who designed it. I'm worried that my master will be in danger, so I want to get more information from you."
"Hey, senior, I won't ask anymore..." "Don't, don't collapse on your own!"
As time passed, the spiritual figure turned into original power and merged into Li Xuandao's body.
Li Xuandao said helplessly: "I'm really just curious..." Two hundred thousand years ago! Li Yunxuan, a generation of Yunxuan Sword Emperor in the land of Zhongsantian.
This is an extraordinary person.
Li Xuandao's ability to reach this point is completely different from Qin Chen.
After passing all the tests, he almost died at the hands of that young man named Li Yunsheng.
However, even though Li Yunsheng had the upper hand, Li Xuandao was a genius in swordsmanship. Relying on his own ability, he still killed Li Yunsheng, so that Li Yunxuan had to hand over Ling Yun to him! "It seems that someone really did it deliberately. For this reason, these spiritual accumulations are not about who is powerful or who they belong to, but... they have been determined a long time ago."
"If you want to get the spirit accumulation, you have to be as talented as me, with swordsmanship that reaches the sky, and can change your destiny against the sky. You can fight for it. But looking at it, among the warriors who entered the Holy Burial Ground this time, except Master, who can be as good as me? So proud of all the heroes?"
Li Xuandao sighed, sat down peacefully, and began to accept the power of the source of the spirit.
He, who is in the Second Wheel Realm of Heaven, at this moment, the blood wheels around his body are gradually condensing... Li Xuandao and Ye Nanxuan are all walking their own paths.
The same is true for Chen Yimo.
At this time, Chen Yimo was sitting peacefully on the top of a high mountain.
Wearing a lavender gown, combined with the vicissitudes of emotion in his eyes, he looked like an outsider.
It's not as if he's here to compete for the inheritance of the spirit, but he seems to be one of the inheritance.
The three yellow dogs were lying on the top of the mountain, looking as lazy as ever.
"Chen Yimo, don't you go find your master and your brothers?"
Dahuang asked.
"Where to find it?"
Dahuang was stunned when he heard Chen Yimo's words.
Quite true.
Where to find it?
This holy burial place is surprisingly large! "Then why don't you go find Ling Yun?"
Erhuang asked: "In the Lingyun inheritance, I have heard these days that an extremely spiritual person, a supreme warrior, has achieved the realm of the Venerable and the Emperor. It is simply unbelievable."
Hearing this, Chen Yimo smiled indifferently, looked at the three yellow dogs, and said casually: "I, Chen Yimo, am Emperor Mo. I am the Great Perfection Realm of the Ultimate Emperor. The spiritual accumulation here,
They are all emperor-level warriors who have died in the past tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years."
"How can their souls be worthy of me, Chen Yimo?"
At this moment, Chen Yimo looked aloof, like an expert from this world, calm and elegant.
The three yellow dogs all looked at him with disdain.
After four hundred years of getting along day and night, the three yellow dogs have a thorough understanding of Chen Yimo.
In the past, dogs were used to show their holiness and deceive them.
Now I have learned to show my holiness in front of others, but... my strength is not working at all times, which is really funny! Sanhuang said at this time: "Then you don't go to find what your master left for you?
Didn't you say that thing is very important?
More important than your life?”
As soon as these words came out, Chen Yimo immediately stayed where he was.
At this moment, the sound of sound breaking through the air was heard in the distance, and several young men and women descended one by one, came to this place, stood at the foot of the mountain, and looked towards the top of the mountain.
"Look, there is a figure there!"
"It's Ling Yun!"
"The spiritual accumulations that everyone has been looking for recently are either in the mountains, swamps, or even lakes. This must be a spiritual accumulation."
"It's just that this spiritual accumulation is so strange. I heard that those spiritual accumulations all have light rising into the sky, which can be seen from a distance, but this one..." "What do you know?"
One person retorted: "The more invisible you are, the more powerful you are, that's for sure."
As several people spoke, their eyes became hot.
Obtain spiritual essence and change destiny.
Who wouldn't be excited?
However, when a few people were about to climb the mountain, that figure soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared.
Ling Yun, ran away?
At this time, Chen Yimo flew out of the air and said: "Yes, we must find the master's remains, otherwise we will be in big trouble."
The three yellow dogs were following Chen Yimo with speechless expressions on their faces.
This guy's reflex arc is a bit long.
...The Holy Burial Ground is very broad, like a continent, with mountains and rivers, ups and downs.
One after another, spiritual treasures were obtained by warriors, giving birth to legends one after another! Spiritual treasures are not difficult to find.
The unique mark can be seen by anyone who is not a fool.
Find it, but you can't get it! Every spiritual accumulation is almost at least hundreds of people competing for it.
And in the end, only one person can obtain the spiritual essence.
Those who can't get it are destined to die.
But even so, after meeting Ling Yun, everyone still chased after him like a duck.
Who doesn't want to be the only one?
At this time, Qin Chen was still sitting cross-legged on Emperor Qi Min's Lingyun Mountain.
The spirit cloud has collapsed, and the mountain has returned to its normal appearance, without attracting attention.
Mountain top location.
The fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh divine patterns gradually formed on Qin Chen's body.
Each of the seven divine patterns flashed with three rays of light, and gradually, the three rays of light of each divine pattern condensed into one and then disappeared.
In the end, the seven divine patterns were still gathered on Qin Chen's body.
The Seven-Treads Realm of the Extreme Spiritual Realm! From the Three-Treads Realm, you can obtain the origin of this spiritual accumulation and reach the Seven-Treads Realm.
At this time, Qin Chen opened his eyes, exhaled, and nodded with satisfaction.
If it were Qi Xuan who had obtained the source of this spiritual essence, he would have at least reached the third or even fourth wheel realm from the fourth realm.
Even if other people get it, they must at least be in the realm of the Nine Marks of the Spirit.