Chapter 133: Xuanyang Requiem Sign

C_t; deserted mountains are still. [Update fast, website page is refreshing, advertising is less, most like this website, must be praised], the latest chapter visit:.
The grass swayed gently in the breeze. Suddenly, a golden light shone brightly. At first it was like a firefly. It flashed and flickered, but in the next moment, it was like a small sun.
The golden 'color' little sword disappeared, and it appeared in Lingfeng's eyebrows that the small sun of the nails and the golden light.
Mind like a sword, Xuan Nian is like Yang!
This is what Ling Feng thinks from the Three Thousand Scrolls of the Holy Mountain. This is an explanation of the different realms of the 'fine' mind. The power of the 'fine' gods will condense into a small sword, and the mind form of the Xuan Master, It is not a small sword, but a round of Xuanyang.
Undoubtedly, Xuanyang is sharper than the golden ‘color’ little sword. When it flies out, it will cut off all the grass around it, and it will be like cutting wheat.
At this moment, Ling Feng advanced to the ‘精’ 神玄师!
His face is 'exciting', showing a touch of 'tidal' red, the mysterious teacher and the teacher, the difference is just a word, but the power is completely different, a 'fine' Xuan division, can easily kill one '精精神神师师.
It can be said that the gap between the boundaries of the ‘precision’ gods is very large.
Suddenly, Xuanyang did not enter Lingfeng's eyebrows and returned to the sea of ​​souls. At the same time, his golden ‘color’ suddenly bent down, and a scorpion turned into a sharp arrow.
Hanging arrows!
"bass"
A golden 'color' arrow, instantly 'shot' out, in front of Ling Feng's eyebrows, plowed a blank light, "噗", the grass outside the ten feet was crushed, even the soil They all flew up and formed a small pit with a big fist.
"嗡嗡"
Until now, the air is suddenly boiling, from the front of the wind, directly to the small pit, ‘exciting’ ‘swing’ a strong wind.
The power of the hanging arrow!
This arrow is completely incomprehensible. Whether it is speed or power, it must be far beyond before. Under one arrow, don't say warriors or martial artists. If Wuling does not pay attention, it may be killed.
The ‘precision’ gods are extremely terrible. Most of them are able to fight more and more, and Xuanyang like Lingfeng has a part of Taiyi Zhenshui, which is naturally much stronger than the average ‘fine’ god.
"The hanging arrow is a yellow-level soul skill, or it is a little worse."
Ling Feng stood up and took the dust off his body. He raised his head and looked up at the red sun. He couldn't help but smile.
Nowadays, he has advanced to the "fine" Xuanshi. The hanging arrow is unable to exert the full power of Xuanyang. He naturally has to cultivate the soul-level soul skills.
"I remember that in the holy scrolls, there is a soul technique called soul prints;!"
Ling Feng whispered in a low voice.
He was really fortunate to have sneaked into the holy scrolls of the Holy Mountain. Otherwise, even if he encountered the soul ‘flower’, he didn’t know how to operate, let alone become a
fine
god.
It is to become a 'fine' god, no soul skills, but also abolished, is it necessary to fight the gold ‘color’ sword and Xuanyang every battle?
Once the 'fine' mind is destroyed, it is fatal.
At the moment, he sat down on the plate and turned over the memories of the soul prints in his mind. He combed it over and over again until he was sure that he was correct.
The soul print is a kind of printing method. It is different from the golden 'color' little sword and the hanging arrow. Instead, it will make the 'fine' mindfulness, condense into a single print, and directly shoot it. Although it is not as sharp as a dangling arrow, it is very strange. Unpredictable.
The sacred mountain is not much recorded for the soul technique, and this soul print is also the most powerful ‘door’ in several mysterious soul techniques.
"It is it, and comprehend it. For me, it is the ultimate killer. It is important to save lives."
Ling Feng licked his teeth, closed his eyes and began to seal the soul, remembering it in his heart, silently scrutinizing and feeling.
There are three types of soul prints: the shock of the soul, the collapse of the soul and the broken soul print.
Undoubtedly, every type of soul print is very powerful. It is easy to break the hanging arrow by the soul of the town, and the soul-breaking seal and the broken soul print are more powerful.
Especially the broken soul print, one print, it is possible to break the soul of the warrior, this is also the power of the mysterious teacher.
Of course, the soul print is more powerful than the hanging arrow, and naturally it is more esoteric. It is the ability to understand Ling Feng, and it is impossible to do it in a short time.
In the evening, Ling Qing came back. She grinned and said that Ling Feng’s description of ‘color’, Yunmeng’s irritating appearance today, let Lingfeng also laugh.
"Right, what did you and Yunmeng agreed on?"
Ling Qing is like a curious baby, looking at Ling Feng with his eyes.
"Oh, in fact, nothing, just as long as I advance to the alchemy, she will let me enter the holy realm."
Ling Feng glared at a beast 'leg', and his voice was unclear and he muttered to Ling Qing.
"what?"
Ling Qing was shocked and jumped up and screamed, and the beast's ‘meat’ fell off. She exclaimed.
Have you advanced to the alchemy spirit?

"Of course not." Ling Feng snorted, how easy it is for the alchemy.
"Also, you are only ten years old. If you are so young, you will advance to the alchemy spirit. It is too scary."
Ling Qing took a small ‘chest’ belly and blushes off the broken ‘meat’ on his body.
"However, I am already a master of alchemy." Ling Feng smiled and read.
"puff"
Ling Qing broke the ‘meat’ and squirted the face. She opened her mouth and looked at Ling Feng with a shocked face. Even her hands trembled with trepidation.
"You... are you a master of alchemy?!"
Ling Qing screamed and shouted.
"Oh, this is my secret, I only know with my sister." Ling Feng wiped a face, indicating Ling Qing whispered a little.
"Oh."
Ling Qing is pretty and blushing. On the one hand, she can share with Ling Feng the secrets that only two of them know, and on the other hand, because she has a slap in the face.
Immediately, her 'color' was a bit dim, and as Ling Feng became more and more ‘color’, she felt farther and farther away from him.
"I have to work hard to advance to the martial arts, and enter the holy sacred secret with Xiaofeng."
She tore off a piece of beast 'meat' and bite her teeth and swear.
Ling Feng’s serious injury has not been
healed
so far, so he invited a seven-day long vacation, which can make Yun’s dreams tickle, and the beauty is cold and snowy, so that the three people of Ziyun are ashamed.
Although Ling Feng is not hurt, he can have Xuan Dan healed. At most, it is one day, he can recover. But he took the opportunity to take time off, and she did not put her teacher in her eyes.
Therefore, Ziyun, Ling Qing and others heard the backyard of the alchemy ‘door’ and rang the sharpening of the knife...
"Xuanyang, the soul of the town..."
In the barren mountain thatched cottage, Ling Feng eyes closed, silently whispering, and in his heart, it is constantly pushing the first form of the soul print, but the brow is locked.
This is already the third day. He is still only ‘touching’ to the ‘door’ 槛, and he can’t comprehend the soul of the town and has to shock him.
After the shock, he was more condensed.
The soul technique is different from the martial arts. It is complicated and profound. If you take the soul print, the depth of its esoteric will never be worse than the spirit, because it is the sentiment from the soul and the mind.
Of course, the more profound the soul skills, once comprehended, the power is naturally stronger, this is very clear, so he is not anxious, but more intentional.
On the fourth day, Ling Feng’s whole mind was caught in it, and he was completely ignorant of the things around him.
On this day, there was one thing in Lingwu College. The golden lion actually advanced to the martial arts, and the elders inside the 'door' were alarmed. If the golden lions are not monsters, they all want to be included in the spirits. It is.
Soon after, the golden lion entered the wilderness. This is what it learned from Ling Feng. Every time you break through the level, you have to temper and make yourself stronger.
The disappearance of the golden lion did not affect Lingqing. Nowadays, the alchemy ‘door’ is in full swing. The master is the most powerful master. Who dares to use Ling Qing and even the alchemy ‘door’?
Are you tired of living?
On the fifth day, Ling Feng's eyelid ‘wave’ moved. He had a new sentiment for the soul of the town. A sly thought was in his heart and gradually awakened...
Full seven days of reading;!
Ling Feng has been quietly comprehending in the comprehension. In the sea of ​​souls, Xuanyang Yu, a little bit brightened, it is surrounded by an illusory light, slowly hovering, and as time goes by, the light is in broken.
"Karb"
Like something broken, Ling Feng's eyelids moved, and suddenly slammed open, the bottom of the eyes flashed a glimmer of light, the corners of the mouth slowly rising, ‘show’ showed a sinister smile.
At this moment, he finally realized that he completely realized the mystery of the soul of the town.
"It turns out!"
He whispered softly, stood up and looked at the grass not far away. There was a mouse, a sneaky, and a special ‘fine’ spirit. As long as there was the slightest wind blowing, he would sneak into the road.
Soil mouse!
This is a monster, the strength is equivalent to the second-class martial arts, but the speed is very fast, generally five or six martial arts can not help it.

How strong is the town’s soul?

Ling Feng glanced at the squirrel, and when his voice fell, he frowned and smashed a golden 'color' of lightning, silent, and the power was like electricity. In a flash, it slammed into the earth. The skin of the skin mouse, the sea of ​​souls.
"嗡"
For a moment, the soil rat was stiff and the whole frame was there, and it could not move at all.
"Karb"
Daddy, the lightning swayed in the soul of the soil rat, and suddenly shattered the soul of the soil rat, and even the head blew open, and the brain was four shots.
This is the soul of the town!
Xuanyang's thoughts turned into lightning, and it was so fast that it first shocked the soul, and then it broke the earthquake.
This is more wild and ferocious than the hanging arrow, and the powerful one is missing the color, and the power has shattered his head. It is conceivable that the Wuling may not be able to block such an attack.
"Call, the soul of the town is so difficult to comprehend, it is estimated that it is more difficult to seal the soul and seal the soul."
Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief and then walked toward Lingwu College.
Nowadays, he has advanced to the ‘精’神玄师, and he has realized the first form of the soul print. Then, he will honor the
contract
.
...