Ling Chuxi and her group continued on their way to the Daoxin League. Along the way, they showed off their affection and chatted about gossip. But Ling Chuxi was always worried.
Along the way, Ling Chuxi's mind could never calm down.
The master's words were still echoing in her ears, and she felt like she was enlightened, but she still couldn't get the final enlightenment.
Relying on the Taoist heart left behind by her master, she finally understood all the first eight swords of the Jiuzhou Tiandao Sword, but the last move of Sword Transforming Jiuzhou was always a little bit short.
The next battle should be the last battle with the Zhengdao Alliance. It is also the final battle that determines the survival of the Heavenly Realm and the life and death of hundreds of millions of creatures in the world. Even if she has reached the realm of Tianzun, if she cannot learn the final
With one sword, he refined the Nine Continents Heavenly Dao Sword Technique to perfection, but his strength is still a bit lacking.
After all, what they have to face is by no means an ordinary master, but the strongest master of the Chengdao League.
That night, after everyone fell asleep, Ling Chuxi went to the top of the mountain outside the city alone, preparing to meditate on the Taoist heart left to her by her master.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Ling Chuxi stood alone on the top of the mountain. The breeze blew by, lifting her long hair and lifting her clothes. But her heart gradually calmed down.
Ling Chuxi kept replaying those sword moves in her mind, the sword pointed at Jiuzhou, the sword traveled over Jiuzhou, the sword fell over Jiuzhou, the sword leveled Jiuzhou, the sword swayed over Jiuzhou, the sword fixed over Jiuzhou, the sword cut over Jiuzhou, the sword
When I came to Jiuzhou, the heavenly sword skills flashed through my mind, and they were completely natural...Sword Transformation Jiuzhou! However, when the last sword of Sword Transformation Jiuzhou appeared, the sword power suddenly stopped and stopped.
Come down.
The energy and blood in Ling Chuxi's chest surged, just like a person who was flying at full speed and was suddenly pulled hard. Her heart almost burst out of her chest, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
Ling Chuxi refused to give up and continued to try, but every time, the result was the same. No matter how hard she tried, she could not comprehend the last sword.
"One last time, try one last time. If it doesn't work, give up for now." Ling Chuxi knew that the way of cultivation must not be rushed, so she said to herself in her heart.
Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and made one last attempt.
There were eight swords, and they were still flowing and natural. Finally, when it came to the last sword, Ling Chuxi gave a clear drink in her mouth, and a divine light bloomed in her eyes. She was almost close. In an instant, Ling Chuxi was 100% of the state of perfection.
The sword heart breaking soul technique is operating to the extreme, and I want to integrate all my spiritual consciousness into this sword.
In his mind, a heart-piercing pain suddenly came, as if a sharp sword was piercing his brain. Ling Chuxi's face turned pale, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Ling Chuxi knew that if she persisted, her soul would definitely be damaged, but she still felt unwilling to give up like this.
"Buzz!" At this moment, a desolate and distant sound of an ancient bell sounded in Ling Chuxi's ears.
I saw a small ancient bell flying on Ling Chuxi's chest. It was the King's token of the Xuanchan Palace, the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Bell.
Channels of golden light swayed from the ancient bell, forming a translucent golden bell, covering Ling Chuxi inside.
Ling Chuxi's mind calmed down instantly. Although her eyes could still see the silent night scene beyond the golden ancient clock, her mind seemed to have entered another ethereal space. This is the magical power of the Xuanchan Lord's token.