A "crack" of light fell and penetrated the soul-devouring blade, leaving a gap. The surrounding area was cracked and densely packed, which made Lingfeng's brain roar with great pain.
This is mental pain, which is several times stronger than physical pain.
And this was just one. As dozens of sword marks continued to rush down, in the blink of an eye, the soul-devouring blade was shattered into pieces, which were wrapped in the light cocoon. In fact, it was just
Even the cocoon of light was penetrated, forming a honeycomb-like structure.
However, the sword mark did not stop there. It was still rioting, constantly shooting at Ling Feng's mental power. All resistance was in vain, and all Ling Feng could do was to persist.
This is more torturous than refining fire into ice, and his whole body will be drained. If he gives up now, he may become an idiot in an instant, or even be killed.
"Uh-huh, just get through it!"
Ling Feng groaned, raised his head to the sky and yelled, clenching his fists tightly, and blood began to flow from his eyebrows. He felt that the soul sea was shaking, finger holes were shot out all around, and the Tianling Cap was about to be lifted off.
An hour later, the cocoon of light began to crack, and the sword marks formed a bright stream of light, which directly penetrated into the fragments of the soul-devouring blade. There was a loud "bang", and Ling Feng felt that the sea of soul was all over the place.
It exploded, and a lot of mental power seemed to be annihilated. Even the fire of Nirvana dispersed, unable to withstand such a bombardment.
"ah!"
The long and shrill howl echoed in the small building, and the surrounding walls cracked open.
At this moment, Ling Feng's physical aura and flames were blazing, and he was on the verge of destruction. His eyes were blood red, he had lost his mind, and his hair was flying, looking completely crazy.
However, the roar only lasted for a moment. Immediately afterwards, all the sword marks calmed down and floated around the soul sea. In the center, there was a cluster of faint light, shining like a bright light.
The flames are like the light of stars, very dazzling.
But if you look carefully, you will find that it is just a cocoon of light.
It can be said that the sword marks were crushing the soul-devouring blade, obliterating part of it, making Lingfeng's mental power more condensed, unable to find even a trace of weakness, and truly entering an invulnerable state.
At this moment, the cocoon of light was rippling violently, and a powerful force of thought was about to erupt like a volcano.
"Kacha"
About three days later, the light cocoon burst open, and a waning moon flew out from it. It was only an inch long, as thin as a cicada's wings, like a scimitar, with stars falling on the blade. In fact,
, that is just the light of mental power, and the strangest thing is that there are sword marks on the waning moon, which look very irregular and broken, but that is the strongest state of the waning moon!
The dark white light slowly bloomed, and a terrifying wave of thought power that was more than ten times more powerful than before also surged out from Ling Feng's soul sea. It was like strands of silk threads, hanging down, dotted with the
A waning moon.
However, even that aura can make the average Martial Emperor tremble with fear, because it is no longer the category of a spiritual master!
Rather, he is a true master of telekinesis!
After devouring the white soul leaves and soul-devouring stones, Lingfeng's mental power finally broke through the shackles and advanced to a completely new realm, which was completely unmatched by telepathy spiritual masters.
Under the Grand Master, everyone is just a fool!
"Buzz"
When Ling Feng's mental power dispersed, everything within five miles could be seen. Even the movement of the breeze could not escape his "eyes". He could clearly feel that even the movements of Emperor Wu could not escape his "eyes".
He can kill him directly with all his strength, because, under the blast of sword marks, his mental power is as strong as the hilt of a knife.
There is no doubt that this is something that ordinary mentalists cannot compare to.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, opened his eyes slowly, and there was light in his eyes. This step was really difficult for him, but as long as he did it, it would not be as simple as a breakthrough.
"Junior Grandmaster!"
The corner of Ling Feng's mouth raised slightly. He knew that his master level was different. Not only did he have soul-eating stones, but also sword marks. Although he could not compare with the intermediate masters, he was not far away, and the junior masters were definitely no match for him.
This also gave him confidence and greater confidence in the wild secret realm.
"The waning moon...the sickle, is this a symbol of death?" Ling Feng grinned. This kind of mental power is rare. It is more terrifying than the soul blade. Even the form of a savage beast is incomparable.
Because the Death Scythe can obliterate everything, it is the most powerful and crazy one.
Although the waning moon was only an inch long, Ling Feng could feel the surging thought power inside, and even he himself was about to change his color.
"Not enough!"
Ling Feng did not stand up, but closed his eyes slightly, recalling all the soul skills of the Holy Mountain in his mind. Although he has broken through the realm of telekinesis master, the realm alone is not enough, he also needs soul skills.
Only by understanding this can he truly exert the fighting power that a junior grandmaster should have. Otherwise, he would just be more powerful than a peak spiritual master.
"Nine forms of refining the gods!"
Not long after, Ling Feng looked overjoyed. He finally discovered a terrifying soul skill. It was different from the previous soul-suppressing skills. As the name suggests, there are nine soul-refining skills. Each skill is particularly powerful and represents a realm.
For example, the first form of soul refining corresponds to the junior master, the second form corresponds to the intermediate grandmaster, and the third form corresponds to the peak master. The difference is that the ninth form of soul refining is not limited to the realm of telekinesis masters, but
It is the realm of master, holy master, and respected master.
This is also the most terrifying soul skill of the Holy Mountain. Once the nine moves are performed, ghosts cry and gods howl, making the gods of war change their colors.
And this is exactly what Ling Feng expects, only the strongest can make him crazy.
"The ultimate power of mind, transformed into a divine soul, can cut down the sky with one move..." Ling Feng recited silently, his heart surging. Just such words made him feel deeply excited. This was definitely not comparable to that of the Broken Soul. The gap was too big.
Afterwards, he calmed down, allowed his mind to be empty, and deduced and understood the nine soul refining techniques.
Time flies, and seven days fly by in the blink of an eye.
During this time, Xiao Diaoman's progress was also amazing. She sat cross-legged in the room and became completely quiet. Then she began to absorb the profound energy of heaven and earth, raising her power to its peak.
Then, she began to attack the third level Martial Emperor. This process was naturally much slower. She did not have Ling Feng's powerful physique, so she was very cautious.
There was a "boom" sound.
And just nine days later, a ray of light burst out from her dantian, forming a pale golden flame, which slowly flew out, causing a great change in her aura.
Undoubtedly, at this moment, she broke through to the third level of Martial Emperor, which made her extremely happy.
However, she was not in a hurry to stand up. Although she had made a breakthrough, her state was not stable enough and she needed further consolidation to make herself stronger.
Three days later.
She stood up, her eyes sparkling, and she was overjoyed. You know, it had only been half a year since she broke through to the second level Martial Emperor. She was too naughty before and didn't pay attention to her cultivation. It can be said that this is what happened.
In one month, she was promoted to the third level of Martial Emperor.
"I am such a genius!" Liu Shushu shouted excitedly.
"Hmph, Ling Feng, what do you have to be proud of? If I hadn't been too lazy to practice, I would have suppressed you long ago."
At this moment, Liu Shushu's self-confidence was overwhelming, and she was extremely confident in her talent.
In fact, she ignored the fact that her body had been baptized by the remnants of the Holy Fire, and her talent was naturally much stronger than before. Such a quick breakthrough was also due to her talent.
As for Ling Feng, there is no comparison at all. Yan Yan can completely crush the pale golden flame. Otherwise, Liu Shushu would have torn Yan Yan apart and walked out.
"Ling Feng, Ling Feng, come out here. This girl has been promoted to the third level of Martial Emperor. Where did you agree to let me out?"
Liu Shushu looked around, but did not find Ling Feng, which made her frown.
"Bang"
The next moment, she punched Burning Flame, causing the latter to tremble, but it did not break apart. This made Xiao Diaoman very angry. She knew that Lingfeng was very strong, even Burning Flame was
It's hard to break. If you do it rashly, I'm afraid it will be very detrimental to her.
But, what about that monster Ling Feng?!
Let the pigeons go?!
This made Xiao Diaoman more and more angry and started to go berserk...
"The power of thought turns into a divine soul and strikes the sky with one move!"
At this moment, Ling Feng was completely immersed in the nine soul-refining movements, constantly evolving in his mind, putting his own insights together, and a vague hand gesture was gradually becoming clear.
However, he soon shook his head and sighed, because the vague gesture was wrong and could not be formed.
Wrong direction.
However, he was not in a hurry, and then slowly considered it.
The nine steps of soul refining are extremely important to him. It can be said that it is more important than advancing to the fifth level of Martial Emperor or even the silver spirit body, because the junior grandmaster is a being that even a half-saint is afraid of. If he is not careful, he will be killed.
Beheading, even a martial saint can kill him.
And if it is against mental power, it will become a nightmare for the opponent.
The nine moves of soul refining, if you don’t use them, you can hit the sky with one move!
In this state, Ling Feng completely forgot himself, and naturally ignored Xiao Diaoman. And just four days later, the vague gesture was finally connected with the waning moon in the soul sea. It was the evolution of spiritual power. In Ling Feng's mind,
bloom in the hand gestures.
"Buzz!"
Not long after, the waning moon whirled, and a bright light fell from it, like an illusory sickle, which was difficult to see with the naked eye. Then, it shot straight into the sky, turned from top to bottom, and turned into a terrifying sword rainbow.
It resembles the arrival of the God of Death, and is also the sword of the God of War!
All the power was restrained, making it impossible for people to notice it. However, when it fell, the surrounding air and rocks suddenly stopped, and the rainbow of swords fell in a hurry. At the moment of the critical strike,
In a moment, it turned into a bright sword rainbow.