After returning from Tianshui Pavilion, Lin Feng was satisfied and looked at the three thousand wooden swords quietly arranged in the soul-suppressing ring, as well as the pills and food on the side.
In order to express Tianshui Pavilion's apology, Elder Qin gave everything a 20% discount. These wooden swords only cost three hundred spirit stones.
After all, when you go out in the future, whether you are practicing or exchanging resources, whether you can save these spiritual stones or not, you have to save them.
He returned to the room, closed all the doors and windows, and left a note on his sister's desk. He went to practice the Sword Art of Killing this time, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come back in a short time.
When the past was settled, Lin Feng returned to his room and sat cross-legged on the bed, his spiritual sense reaching into the soul-suppressing ring in his hand.
The soul-suppressing ring glowed with a black light. This black light was deep and dark, but darkness swept over him in an instant. In Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness, it was like a black beast that opened its mouth fiercely and engulfed him.
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Lin Feng's eyes paused, and then he understood why he fell into a coma at that time. Now, is even entering the soul-suppressing world a test?
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword energy in his body burst out instantly. The room was filled with sword energy, and the beast transformed from darkness still maintained its posture of devouring Lin Feng.
As soon as his spiritual consciousness moved, the surrounding sword energy stabbed at the beast, tearing the beast into pieces in an instant and returning to darkness. After the beast disappeared, it turned into a dark vortex of the same height and stayed quietly in the room.
among.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng stepped into the dark hole. Darkness surrounded his body, and then the darkness engulfed his figure, turning into a small dot and finally disappearing.
His consciousness traveled through a dark and deep space, and in a daze, Lin Feng seemed to see countless corpses, countless powerful corpses, including the bones of monsters and humanoids.
This moment seemed very long, but also seemed very short. When Lin Feng came back to his senses, he was already in the soul-suppressing world.
There were still extremely low clouds in the sky. Under the clouds, there was no sound. The entire space was so silent that it made people feel a little tight in their chests.
The soul-suppressing pillar in front of him still stood at the end of his gaze, reaching into the sky and the earth. Two thick chains descended from the sky, tightly trapping the soul-suppressing pillar.
Looking at the soul-suppressing pillar in the distance, Lin Feng thought of the scene he just saw, his eyes slightly lowered and he murmured to himself:
"Is that space just now the powerful magical beast that died under the soul-suppressing pillar, or is it a human?"
Then no one could give him the answer.
He sat down cross-legged and began to practice in this space. At this time, he did not have too many things to stop, so he had to make good use of every moment to practice.
Breathe in and out, and the spiritual energy that is ten times higher than the outside world slowly enters the body along with the breathing.
It continued to wander along the meridians, and finally merged into the cyclone in the Dantian. Sometimes the cyclone turned into a sword, and sometimes it returned to the cyclone.
The spiritual energy was incorporated into the cyclone, and Lin Feng felt that the cyclone seemed to have added a trace that was difficult to see with the naked eye. As long as the cyclone continued to grow until it was as big as an encirclement, it would be able to step into the next realm.
At this point, he still has a long way to go.
One Sunday, two Sundays...
Slowly, Lin Feng entered a state of cultivation, and the changes in the outside world were ignored by him. Only the cycle of heaven and earth over and over again was imprinted on his body.
It became like instinct. I don’t know how long it took, maybe three hours, maybe one day.
Lin Feng's spiritual consciousness jumped, as if someone was calling him, so he withdrew from the state of cultivation, opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.
After waiting quietly for a moment, the mysterious woman's voice sounded.
"You are here. Have you brought the wooden sword?"
Lin Feng stretched out his hand, and his spiritual sense touched the soul-suppressing ring. With a flick of his wrist, he took out three thousand wooden swords and placed them neatly in the open space aside.
"Senior, we brought a total of three thousand wooden swords."
Then Lin Feng seemed to feel a powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping over him, but this feeling only appeared for a moment.
This mysterious woman's cultivation level far exceeds her own, but she doesn't know what level she has reached.
Refining the body, gathering qi, transforming qi, cultivating the body, inner breath...
Maybe it's a higher realm.
The mysterious woman's voice sounded again: "Pear flower wood, the texture is a bit brittle, but it's okay. This is the effect you want now."
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused as to what the mysterious woman's words meant. He thought that he was here to practice the Sword Art of Killing.
"Senior, I wonder what this wooden sword has to do with practicing the Killing Sword Technique?"
The mysterious woman said: "You should have tried to practice the first level of the Killing Sword Technique. I wonder if you have mastered the Killing Sword Qi!?"
At this time, the first four levels of the Killing Sword Technique had been engraved in Lin Feng's mind, but he still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't even use the Ground Killing Sword Technique of the first level.
Whenever he wants to try to practice, the spiritual energy in his body also runs according to the veins of the technique, but after walking around in a circle, no sword energy is developed, which makes people have a headache.
He responded with a little helplessness: "Senior, I have been practicing for a long time but I have been unable to do it. Is there any reason behind this?"
The mysterious woman replied: "The Killing Sword Art is a sword art that can improve the level. It does not belong to the four levels of heaven, earth, black and yellow. Naturally, it is not that easy to get started."
"The person who created it has only reached the fifth level of cultivation, and this has already enabled his killing sword energy to sweep across the entire continent, but it's a pity..."
Lin Feng asked curiously: "Senior, what's the pity?"
Mysterious woman: "Okay, this is not something you need to know. Now I will tell you how to practice this killing sword technique. Now pick up your wooden sword and inject spiritual energy into it."
After hearing this, Lin Feng took a wooden sword from the ground, silently circulated the spiritual energy in his body's dantian, and slowly poured it into the wooden sword on his right hand.
As soon as the spiritual energy was released from the hand and penetrated into the wooden handle, the originally fast-moving spiritual energy immediately became slow. This ordinary wooden sword is just an instrument used by ordinary people and has no effect on the channeling of spiritual energy.
But since the mysterious woman said that she must completely infuse spiritual energy into the wooden sword, then I am afraid that this is the first step in practice.
The concentration was at its maximum, and the wooden sword originally held with one hand was now clenched with both hands, and the input of spiritual energy became subtle.
But even so, when the spiritual energy penetrated one-third of the entire wooden sword, only a crisp sound was heard, and a crack appeared on the wooden sword.
Spiritual energy surged out from the crack, and the wooden sword was instantly broken by the spiritual energy. With a snap, the wooden sword fell to the ground.
Lin Feng looked helplessly at the wooden sword in his hand. Is it really possible to inject spiritual energy into a wooden sword? He couldn't help but have questions in his heart.
When the mysterious woman saw Lin Feng's attempt, her voice came.
"Hmph, it's true that my qualifications are average, but at this level, the wooden sword broke."
Lin Feng said helplessly: "Senior, this wooden sword is too fragile. Can this spiritual energy really be injected into it?"
The mysterious woman said: "Why not, just keep an eye on it."
Then among the pile of wooden swords on the side, the wooden sword placed on the top flew up, and then a stream of spiritual energy in his body surged out uncontrollably. In Lin Feng's surprised eyes, the wooden sword instantly
Be filled with your own spiritual energy.
Then the wooden sword flew down from the sky and plunged straight into the hard ground in front of him.
Shocked, it would be understandable if it was the mysterious woman's own spiritual energy that was injected into the wooden sword, but at this time it was clearly her own spiritual energy.
So it shows that this approach is feasible.
The only thing that failed was his own ability. Lin Feng was silent when he walked in front of the spiritual wooden sword.
The mysterious woman said: "When you can do this, you will be able to enter the real practice of killing sword art."
Looking at the wooden sword in front of him carefully, after a while, Lin Feng stood up, took one from the pile of wooden swords on the side, sat down cross-legged, and slowly injected spiritual energy.
Click, there was another crisp sound, and this time the wooden sword only broke when it reached the handle.
He threw the sword hilt aside casually, and then took another one from the pile of wooden swords.
Click.
Click.
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In the originally silent world of Soul Resurrection, the sound of breaking wooden swords now echoes constantly.