Chapter 1555 is also a teacher, a friend and a beauty
Zhang Ruochen was sure that what he heard was the sword soul, not the sword intention or the sword spirit.
Ling Feiyu's slender body was like a feather, flying gently and falling into the surface of Yun Lake, without any ripples under her feet.
"Zheng!"
As a sword sound sounded, a holy sword appeared in her snow-white jade hand.
The sword is as cold as frost.
It was only at this moment that Zhang Ruochen discovered that the sword in Ling Feiyu's hand was the Heavenly Burial Sword taken away by the Qingtian Blood Emperor, one of the six swords that locked Pluto.
The Qingtian Blood Emperor has been killed by Chi Yao, and the undead blood clan in Kunlun Realm has been almost wiped out.
Today's Kunlun world is an era of great unification. The human race is the king, all parties surrender, and all races come to court, and only the queen is honored. It is normal for the Sky Burial Sword to return to Ling Feiyu's hands.
Ling Feiyu raised the Sky Burial Sword, stepped on the water, and started to wave it.
The man, the sword, and the lake seemed to be integrated into a beautiful landscape painting, flowing gracefully out of the dust. Every movement had been refined thousands of times.
While dancing with the sword, she was also explaining to Zhang Ruochen.
"Ordinary sword practitioners practice sword moves."
"Those who have achieved success for the first time are practicing sword energy."
Ling Feiyu's moves were very clumsy at first, like a swordsman who was just learning to do it. Gradually, his moves became more and more sophisticated, and sharp sword energy came out, as if he was a sword practitioner who was constantly growing.
"Cultivating to become Jianyi is a small achievement, and I have initially crossed the threshold."
"Cultivating the Seventh Sword is like entering the palace. If you use the sword without regrets, you can be named the Sword Master. With one thrust of the sword, the sword intention can be condensed and formed, killing people thousands of miles away."
"By practicing Kenpachi, you can cultivate the sword's mysterious sword, which is invincible and indestructible. It can cut mountains and rivers, and break stars."
"Cultivation into Sword Nine means that you can cultivate the soul of the sword, which is called the sword soul."
Hearing this, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became extremely bright, and he muttered: "The soul of the sword, can the sword have a soul?"
"Wow——"
On the lake, Ling Feiyu's pretty figure gradually faded and finally disappeared, leaving only the Sky Burial Sword still floating on the water, breathing out the sword's light.
As if everything just now was a dream.
It was only at this moment that Zhang Ruochen realized that Ling Feiyu had been standing by his side from beginning to end and never left at all.
"return."
Ling Feiyu called out, and then the Heavenly Burial Sword flew back and disappeared into her body.
"Who was dancing the sword just now?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Ling Feiyu said: "It is my sword soul, the soul of sword intention."
Zhang Ruochen felt extremely envious and asked, "How powerful is the sword soul?"
"The sword soul is ten times more powerful than the Sword Dao Xuangang. What's even more terrifying is that it can directly attack the enemy's holy soul. With my current level of cultivation, relying only on strength, I can only stand up to the sky with the weaker four-step saint.
However, by using the sword soul, I have some possibility of cutting off the holy souls of the five-step holy king and the six-step holy king, thus severely injuring or even killing them. Of course, it is also possible that I will die in front of them.
In his hands, after all, the gap in realm is too big!" Ling Feiyu said.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "What state are you in now?"
"The two-step saint king or the three-step saint king have not tested it on the Nine Steps to Heaven Road, so I am not sure what the specific realm is." Ling Feiyu said.
Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air. With her level of cultivation, it was possible to kill the Six-step Saint King. She was indeed a person who had cultivated Jianjiu to great perfection.
The Holy King understands all the rules of the Holy Way, and there is a huge gap at every step. Being able to fight across a realm is already quite a feat. In a big world, they are all top-level geniuses.
According to Zhang Ruochen's calculations, even if he reaches the realm of the Holy King, he can only take two steps to compete with others. If he wants to take three steps, it will only be possible if there is a major breakthrough in the ways of time and space.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Your talent in swordsmanship is already comparable to that of Sword Emperor Xue Hongchen. How about making you the Sword Queen?"
Ling Feiyu rolled his eyes and said: "Your kendo talent is actually better than mine. It's just that the time you spend on kendo is far less than me. You have to know that I have practiced it for more than three hundred years.
Years. Moreover... I also practiced in the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths" for seven lives, and tasted the ups and downs of life. This is something that others do not possess. At that time, my cultivation level far exceeded yours, and the benefits I gained
Naturally, there are many more than you."
In the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", the higher the cultivation level, the greater the benefits.
I have to say that the relationship between Ling Feiyu and Zhang Ruochen is quite wonderful. It can be said that they are both teachers, friends and beauty.
Zhang Ruochen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing with the Divine Seal of Merit and Virtue in his hand, nodded, and said: "You are right, my biggest disadvantage is that I have practiced for too short a time and have insufficient foundation. Fortunately, I have learned from the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths"
"The insights of the sixth life in "In order not to fall behind. How about I integrate the memories and cultivation insights of the seventh life to make myself stronger?"
Hearing this, Ling Feiyu's cold face showed an unnatural look, but he pretended to be calm and said: "It's up to you!"
Ling Feiyu's figure shook for a moment, and then disappeared by the cloud lake.
Just looking at Ling Feiyu's performance, Zhang Ruochen knew that something extraordinary might have happened in his seventh life. He was silent for a long time. In the end, he still did not touch the memory of his seventh life, and said to himself: "Wait a little longer.
Just wait!"
Zhang Ruochen put away the Divine Seal of Merit and took out the holy bone staff left by King Zan.
A holy staff is made from a complete human spine, connected one by one. At the top of the bone staff is a skull with long black hair hanging from the skull.
Come down.
"This is such a heavy bone staff. It is estimated to weigh hundreds of thousands of kilograms. It seems that it is really made from the bones of the great sage."
Zhang Ruochen carefully unlocked the holy power sealed on the outside of the bone staff. There was a roar and the bone staff shook violently.
A roar came out of the skull's mouth, like rolling thunder coming towards his face, which made Zhang Ruochen's ears sting and his body flew backwards.
The bone staff broke free from Zhang Ruochen's shackles and flew out, trying to escape.
In an instant, wind and thunder intertwined in the sky above Yun Lake, and the evil spirit condensed into black clouds.
"You're so powerful, you can actually escape on your own?"
Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground, moved his arms that were numb from the shock, and then used space to move to catch up. He grabbed the bone staff again with both hands and mobilized the Divine Fire of Purification.
"Chichi."
Zhang Ruochen dragged the bone staff back to the shore, thrust it into the ground, suppressed it, and started refining it with the Divine Fire of Purification.
It took Zhang Ruochen half an hour to suppress the evil spirit. Gradually, the bone staff became calmer.
Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes between his brows and observed carefully, he found that the surface of the bone staff was covered with mysterious lines, especially the skull pattern on the top was even more complex.
"King Zan once said that there is a trace of the Holy Spirit of the Great Sage left in the skull. These lines should be used to seal it."
Zhang Ruochen mobilized the holy energy and injected it into the bone-entering staff.
"Wow——"
On the bone staff, densely packed inscriptions appeared, emitting a dazzling white light.
Zhang Ruochen slowly lifted it up and swung it forward. A blast of evil energy from the source of the Great Sage fell into the cloud lake, causing a wave of water tens of feet high.
"The power that bursts out is worse than that of Emperor Buddha's relic. It shouldn't be..."
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's heart moved. He no longer mobilized the holy energy, but separated a ray of spiritual power and injected it into the skull of the bone staff.
next moment……
Two will-o'-the-wisps emerged from the skull's eye sockets, and a terrifying black evil spirit surged out from the bone staff, converging into bones, some turning into hand bones, and some turning into leg bones.
The holy staff of bones turned into a black skeleton.
"Haha, it turns out you need to mobilize your mental power to activate it."
Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but laugh, and then controlled the black skeleton and launched attacks one after another.
It was quickly tested that the combat power burst out by the black skeleton was enough to compete with some three-step holy kings. In short, the combat power was far greater than the current Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen withdrew that ray of spiritual power and said to himself: "The inside of the skull of the holy staff is full of fierce evil aura. It is obvious that the holy soul of the great saint of the human race has turned into an evil spirit."
"Just by stimulating the evil spirit emitted by the evil spirits, the bone staff can burst out the power of the three-step Holy King."
"What if you directly activate evil spirits?"
The power of the Great Sage can be said to be boundless. Even if it is just a wisp of the Holy Soul, the strength that can be unleashed is beyond the imagination of a Saint or an ordinary Holy King.
Directly activating evil spirits, the power that the bone staff can unleash must be far more powerful than it is now.
The key is that with Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, he simply cannot activate the evil spirits.
If he forcefully activates it, his own mental power may be swallowed up by evil spirits.
Zhang Ruochen touched his chin and thought about how to solve this problem, "How about..."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha Emperor's relic, held it in his hand, and stared at the skull's eyebrows, murmuring: "The human monk's eyebrows are the location of the mark of the divine martial arts. If the Buddha Emperor's relics were embedded in the skull's eyebrows,
It should be able to suppress evil spirits. Moreover, with the Buddha Emperor's relics providing a steady stream of the Holy Power of the Great Sage, the bone staff might become even more powerful."
The imagination is wonderful, but the inscriptions on the skull are too mysterious. It is definitely not possible for ordinary monks to make the Buddha Emperor's relics perfectly fit with the bone staff and intertwined with those inscriptions.
"Senior Ling Xiu is a great spiritual sage. Maybe he can have some ideas."
Zhang Ruochen temporarily put away the bone staff and stopped thinking about it. Then, he took out the Rules Emperor Weapon, sat cross-legged by the cloud lake, and began to understand the rules of the palm.
Two days later, Ling Xiu's voice reached Zhang Ruochen's ears: "Come and meet me in the Demon Palace."
Zhang Ruochen suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, flicked the dust off his body, and then climbed up the steps and walked towards the dark demon temple at the top of the steps.
Just when he arrived outside the Demon Palace, Zhang Ruochen saw Ling Feiyu's figure.
Obviously, Ling Xiu also summoned her.
When Ling Feiyu saw Zhang Ruochen staring at her, her heart trembled slightly. She actually avoided Zhang Ruochen's gaze, and a shy blush appeared on her snow-white face.
This time, Zhang Ruochen was slightly startled. The Feiyu Sword Master, who was always strong, could still be so shy?
But soon, Zhang Ruochen understood and thought to himself: "Could it be that she thought I really integrated the memories of the seventh life?"