Half a month later, inside Wu Yanfeng's practice room.
"In the Immortal Locking Formation, the sword soul is the force, and the spiritual sword is the lock. It traps the immortal spirits and locks all living beings."
Su Xing, who was dressed in blue robes, held the sword in his backhand and stood in front of his chest. After muttering a sentence in a low voice, he threw the Demonic Sky Sword into the sky.
The Devil's Sky Sword, surrounded by the power of the sword soul, rose into the air. After circling three times above Su Xing's head, it gradually expanded its circle and began to quickly circle around the central sword test stone.
The dark Demonic Sky Sword flew quickly, leaving behind a series of afterimages in the sky, turning into a line of black light.
As the spirit sword flew faster and faster, the black lines became thicker and thicker, getting closer and closer to the solid body. In the end, the black lines turned into a transparent black plane, enveloping the entire interior of the practice room.
At the same time, the Devil's Sky Sword stopped circling and flew back to Su Xing's hand with a whooshing sound.
Su Xing looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction: "Fortunately, I have the experience of practicing the spiritual formation, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to practice the first stage of the Immortal Locking Formation."
"Although the current range of the Immortal Locking Formation is too large and the effect is not obvious enough, it may be used as a means to ambush the enemy."
Just as the young man was thinking about the practical use of the first stage of the Immortal Locking Formation, he saw a white shadow suddenly falling from the sky.
Di Yueling was wearing the most traditional white dress today. She fell from the sky like a fairy. After landing, she stretched out a thin finger and lightly touched the black barrier surface of the Locking Immortal Formation.
"Click——"
After a soft sound, a crack suddenly appeared where Di Yueling's finger was pointing, and Su Xing's expression also froze.
"Click, click, click."
The appearance of a crack often means the collapse and destruction of something. The crack under Emperor Yueling's fingers expanded rapidly, and in just the blink of an eye, the frontal barrier was covered with broken cracks.
Less than a breath of time after the formation of the locking immortal formation, it turned into a ball of debris and shattered in front of Su Xing.
"Why is this Immortal Locking Formation so weak? It broke before I even made a real move."
Di Yueling curled her lips and sat back on the seat next to the practice room. It looked like she came here to cause trouble on purpose.
But Su Xing frowned when he saw this.
Di Yueling seemed to be causing trouble, but in fact she pointed out the weakness of the current Immortal Locking Formation for him.
Facing an opponent who is too strong or whose soul power level is higher than his, the Immortal Locking Array will have no effect at all. Instead, it will consume a lot of his energy to arrange it for no reason.
"It seems that if you want to use the Immortal Locking Formation in real battles, you not only need to improve your own strength, but also practice it to the second stage as soon as possible."
Su Xing lowered his head and sighed, then put the Demonic Sky Sword back into its scabbard.
"Dong dong dong."
At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the practice room, and Emperor Yueling flew back into Su Xing's body.
"Master Su." Yan Tong's voice came from outside the door.
"Come in."
Yan Tong, who had to ask for permission, opened the door and walked in. He walked quickly to Su Xing with a letter and handed it to him.
"What is this?" Su Xing was puzzled.
"The letter came from the mountains, and the carrier pigeon carrying the message had a yellow strip of cloth tied to its feet."
Yan Tong spoke without missing a word, for fear of missing some key information.
"Yellow strip of cloth?" Su Xing's expression changed, "A letter from Yuyang Taoist Temple."
When he was practicing in the mountains, he often received letters delivered by carrier pigeons, so he naturally knew what the strips of cloth tied to the pigeons' feet meant.
The cloth strips of different colors are the same as the Taoist robes worn in the outer mountains. The three colors of yellow, red and purple represent the three Taoist temples.
The pigeon carrying the message has yellow cloth tied to its feet, which means that the letter comes from Yuyang Taoist Temple.
Knowing that this was a letter from Yuyang Taoist Temple, Su Xing opened it without hesitation, while Yan Tong was very sensible and left first.
After reading it carefully, Su Xing roughly understood the meaning of the letter.
This letter was written by lecturer Du Jia. It turns out that the annual demon-slaying event in Waishan is about to start in one month, and all Taoist temples are making final preparations for this grand event.
Some of the new disciples who joined Yuyang Taoist Academy, after hearing about Su Xing's legendary deeds last year, hoped to take this opportunity to meet him and get some advice from him.
Du Jia also agreed with this point and expressed that if Su Xing was not too busy in the inner mountain, he hoped that he could spare a few days to come to the outer mountain to guide or cheer up the disciples who were preparing to compete.
"I see, it's been almost half a year since I entered the inner mountain?"
Su Xing smiled as he read the letter, sighing in his heart that time passed too fast, and it felt like the practice life in Yuyang Taoist Temple was still yesterday.
After entering the Immortal Lock Formation, he really didn't have anything important to do in the past few days, so he might as well take this opportunity to go for a walk in the mountains and see how his acquaintances are doing.
After having an idea in his mind, Su Xing did not hesitate. He packed his luggage in the cave, ordered a few handymen, and flew directly to the law enforcement hall on the main peak to apply to Yang Yu to temporarily leave the inner mountain for a few days.
"Going to the outer mountains to teach junior brothers and sisters?"
Yang Yu was slightly startled when he heard the reason why Su Xing left the mountain. Then he quickly reacted and said with a smile: "Regardless of their cultivation level and their age, those disciples in the outer mountain can be your brothers and sisters."
"But this is the world of practitioners. How long you have lived does not mean how strong you are. Now your strength has been greatly improved compared to when you first entered the mountain. You are completely superior to the outer mountains. You can give guidance.
It’s not a problem either.”
Yang Yu looked at Su Xing and smiled sheepishly, waving his hand, "Go ahead, just remember to leave early and come back early, so as not to delay the inner sect's practice."
"yes!"
After Su Xing responded with excitement, he left the law enforcement hall and flew toward the outer mountains on the blue-feathered white crane.
…
In the outer mountain of Wanjian Sect, among the mountains to which Yuyang Taoist Temple belongs, there is a peak that is slightly shorter than the other hills. The peak is covered with dense bamboo forests, and there are mountains and water.
At this time, a group of ten people were practicing swordsmanship in the open space in the mountains.
"drink!"
Nine of the ten disciples in yellow robes stood still, staring intently at another slightly older disciple dancing with his sword.
It seems that the man with the sword is the leader among them.
"If you want to practice the integration of swords and swords, you must first practice the twelve basic moves of kendo masterly and proficiently. Practicing swords is like memorizing books. Only when you can memorize them backwards and learn them by heart can you say that you have mastered them, and then you can proceed to the next step.
Practice.”
The man wielding the sword said as he swung his sword towards the bamboo forest in front of him.
"Buzz!"
The sword roared softly, and the swift sword wind passed by like a real sword blade. The bamboo forest turned into countless bamboo joints and scattered on the ground.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
The scene suddenly burst into loud applause. The nine slightly immature disciples looked at the scattered bamboos, their faces full of envy and excitement, as if they had seen something incredible.
"Senior Brother Gao, Senior Brother Gao!" a female disciple shouted with a rosy face: "I heard that after reaching the state of unity between man and sword, the person holding the sword will look like a real sharp sword to outsiders.
Senior brother, can you show it to us?"
"Yes, yes! That's what Elder Du said, people are swords, and swords are people."
"The true fusion of human and sword, where sword cultivators and spiritual swords become one, can condense a spiritual sword shadow, which is said to be very spectacular."
The remaining disciples also agreed and looked at the man dancing the sword expectantly.
"Uh...this..."
Unexpectedly, the leader was suddenly speechless, his expression froze, and he looked a little embarrassed for a moment.
He scratched his head and said embarrassedly to the junior brothers and sisters in front of him: "I'm sorry everyone, although I joined Yuyang Taoist Academy a year earlier than you, I am still not very good at mastering the integration of man and sword."
"whispering sound--"
There was a loud boo from the crowd, and the man named Senior Brother Gao suddenly blushed.
"Ahem, but...I can also show my hands to you."
The young man looked at the boys and girls in front of him who were laughing at him, and suddenly he felt cruel and wanted to give it all.
"Don't laugh, all of you, and watch carefully, it's a real man and sword united into one."
The man surnamed Gao said, holding the sword in his hand, with a stern look on his face, and looking seriously at the bamboo forest in the distance.
When the junior brothers and sisters on the side saw his actions, they all closed their mouths and looked at each other with bated breath, their eyes once again filled with anticipation.
"drink!"
The man surnamed Gao shouted sharply, condensed his sword intention, and swung a powerful sword towards the bamboo forest in front of him.
However, what shocked him was that due to the momentary nervousness, he failed to hold the sword in his hand. Halfway through the swing, the sword escaped from his hand and flew quickly towards the crowd.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The sharp sword cut through the sky, making bursts of crackling sounds, and flew quickly towards a female disciple.
"Run quickly!"
"Run!"
When the disciples saw the flying swords, they were all frightened and ran away shouting.
But among them was a female disciple who had just started. She was so frightened by this scene that she lost control of her legs and froze on the spot, staring blankly at the sharp sword flying straight towards her.
Seeing the distance between the sword and the girl getting closer and closer, everyone closed their eyes not daring to imagine the tragic scene that would follow.