Chapter 200: Spiritual riot!

Chapter 200 Spiritual Riot!
Kenpachi is improving during this time.
When he woke up, his strength had undergone an earthshaking change.
Compared with the time when the Luoshan School sacrifice ceremony, it was a qualitative leap.
The same sword prison is more powerful than before, but it can be destroyed by awakening, but it is countless times easier than before.
The sword prison was destroyed, and the death of Kenpachi had come.
The awakened figure, like a black whirlwind, instantly swept in front of Jianba.
"boom!"
In Jianpachi's shocked eyes, he hit the latter with a punch in the chest.
On the tip of the fist, the brown fist mark formed by the sword energy blasted directly into Jianba's body.
After doing all of this, Wake no longer looked at Jianba again, turned and walked up the abyss.
Jianba is like a sculpture, still standing there, still.
Soon after, Jianyi and many disciples from the swordsman gate arrived.
The eyes of everyone first fell on the dead men in black and the corpses of the swordsmen disciples, all of them looked cold and angry.
Afterwards, everyone looked at Jianba again.
A sword swordsman disciple stepped forward and asked, "Brother Jianba, why are you still standing there still."
As he spoke, the sword swordsman disciple patted Jianba on the shoulder.
"Don't move the sword!"
The sword immediately stopped.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Following that sword-holding disciple placed one hand on Jianba's shoulder, a certain delicate balance in the latter's body was broken.
On Jianba's body surface, countless wounds suddenly appeared.
And inside those wounds, endless brown sword light burst out suddenly.
In an instant, the sword-bending disciple was pierced by the sword light and torn into countless fragments.
Not only that, those sword lights spread out in all directions like a torrent, attacking indiscriminately.
Rumble!
The earth cracked, the turf was overturned, and the dust filled the sky.
a long time!
When the sword light annihilated and dissipated, Jian looked at the devastated earth in front of him, as well as the several swordsmen disciples who were swept by the sword light and fell to the ground, and their faces became extremely pale.
"With the eight corpses of the sword as a guide, the internal sword energy will not disperse, and if anyone touches it, the sword energy will erupt completely. Good means, good means... wake up, I definitely want you not to get out of this Shen Yuan secret realm!" Yi's roar spread like thunder.
And the remaining disciple of Zhanjianmen behind him, in the face of the rest of his life, was palpitating and fearful.
They never expected that even if they wake up and leave, they will still be able to leave behind the current trap, causing such a large amount of lethality.
This requires the control of sword qi to an extremely delicate level.
Even in the swordsmen with many sword repairs, there are very few people who can do this.
"Senior Brother Jianyi, what should we do now?" a swordsman disciple asked in a low voice.
"You continue to stay here, I will go directly to the end of the abyss, the Thirteen Prince's Eight Desolation Locking Spirit Array is about to be activated, and the awakening will definitely follow the perception."
As soon as the sword finished speaking, the figure flew by, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.
And beside him, he followed three dead men in black.
...
On the edge of the abyss, awakened and walked against the wind, and continued to march upward.
Along the way, when he met the top-grade Liuli Essence Soul, he would directly collect it, regardless of whose territory it was. Regarding the so-called agreement, Su Xing turned a blind eye.
Regarding his actions, neither Jiudingshan nor Wenhuagu and others made a sound to stop him.
What puzzled Su Xing Weiwei was that he did not see Chu Mufan, Wen Renxin and others.
"Where are these guys?"
Su Xing shook his head without thinking too much.
His task now is to surrender as much of the Liuli Spirit as possible.
After a few days in a row, his gains were quite good.
Roughly estimated, there are also more than a dozen Liuli Spirits.
At night, Liuli Essence seldom appeared, and almost all sank into the abyss.
When I wake up, I don't have the habit of collecting. At night, I will refine the glazed spirits harvested during the day.
Not only him, but other Wu Xiu will do the same.
Because the colored glaze spirit can only survive in the secret realm, even if it is placed in the spatial spar, it cannot be brought out.
Someone once did this experiment, and as a result, all the colored glaze spirits disappeared automatically after being brought to the outside world.
After refining more than a dozen glazed glaze spirits, the veins of the god's holy spirit in Suwaken's body became more full and smooth, and the distance between him and him was also reduced.
However, it is still far from enough.
"If this continues, it will be difficult for me to collect enough glazed spirits before the secret is closed!"
Su Xing was anxious.
The safest way is undoubtedly not to leave the secret realm, so there is no time limit.
However, the secret realm only opens once every three years.
Although Su Xing wanted to create a perfect thousand veins, she didn't want to stay in the secret realm for three years.
In his heart, he wanted to rescue his mother from the trapped dragon tower sooner.
Early in the morning, wake up to the edge of the abyss.
Looking at the Liuli Essence that kept swimming in the black mist, his eyes flashed with heartbeat.
The thought of setting foot in the abyss to catch Liuli's spirit came out of his mind again.
"It seems that it is time to take a risk!"
As he woke up and was about to do it, he suddenly felt something and looked up into the distance. ,
In the sky at the end of the abyss, the aura is surging, converging into a vast ocean.
"A hundred miles away, the fluctuations in spiritual power can be felt by me. What a big handwriting! What is this doing?" Su Xing looked astonished and immediately decided to take a look.
After rushing for half a day, he woke up and reached the end of the abyss, and couldn't help stopping.
On the flat grass next to the abyss, eight ancient flags were inserted straight into the soil.
The endless aura of heaven and earth around him was drawn over. In the sky, the aura is pouring down like a horse, and it is absolutely beautiful.
With the continuous infusion of spiritual energy, a thick and incomparable light curtain barrier slowly formed.
On the light curtain barrier, the ancient text exudes a breath of vicissitudes of life and mystery, which makes people palpitate.
Through the light curtain, you can see the noble figure of the thirteen prince sitting in the center.
Around him, there were five young men in black, guarding him in silence.
In addition, Chu Mufan of Jiuding Mountain, Wen Renxin of Wenhuagu, Zhao Yunkong of the Zhao family, and Jianyi of Zhanjianmen all sat cross-legged on the edge of the light curtain.
Each of them occupies a corner, distinct from each other.
And not far behind them, outside the light curtain barrier, there were several dead men in black, standing there silently.
Gradually, as time went by, the aura gathered in the light curtain became more and more intense. In the end, above the dome of the light curtain, an almost substantive aura cloud emerged.
At this moment, dozens of colored glaze spirits broke through the soil and appeared in the light curtain.