Chapter 152: Casting the Armor—Xinhuo Armor!
The old immortal recalled his past life. He was selected from the tribe and came to Zhonghuang Mountain to practice martial arts and protect the human race. He settled in Licheng, one of the eight districts of Nuwa City. In a blink of an eye, twenty-three Wan Huiyuan passed.
I have worked hard for 230,000 Huiyuan, but my talent is limited, and I have been unable to break through to the Golden Immortal. Now, the deadline has come, and there is no hope of breaking through. I thought I would be like the predecessors in the past, but my Taoist deeds have vanished into thin air, and my true spirit has fallen. In the midst of reincarnation.
I didn’t expect that today, there would be such a heaven-defying opportunity!
Make yourself qualified to stay and protect the human race again!
I have worked hard for 230,000 Huiyuan without ever taking a step out of Zhonghuang Mountain. Isn't it just for the chance to protect the safety of the human race in the future?
At least, you must fight for the human race once in your life. If you can't do it now, then become a sword soul and use the sword for the entire human race in the future!
The old immortal glanced at the familiar scenes around him with nostalgia, then no longer hesitated, a light flashed in his eyes, he held the Immortal Art in his hand, and a mysterious and mysterious wave swept out.
The old immortal's body instantly turned red, and an invisible force fell on the old immortal. The martial arts true body of the old immortal who had practiced hard for 230,000 yuan slowly melted and turned into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Immediately afterwards, the evil spirit of martial arts in the body and his own immortal soul were transformed into pure mana under the influence of this power.
A moment later, a red black light rose from the sky and sank into the altar at the foot of Zhonghuang Mountain.
As the red black light entered the altar, the runes on the altar lit up one after another. The long sword enshrined in the altar also lit up with red light, and the power on the long sword became stronger.
At the top of Zhonghuang Mountain, Jiang Haofeng's face moved slightly. The soul of the sword entered the sword so quickly.
With a flash of mysterious light, Jiang Haofeng's body appeared in front of the altar.
Sure enough, the aura on the long sword was stronger than before. Although this power was insignificant, it was really powerful.
The mysterious light flashed on the long sword, and an immortal in the early stage of Xuanxian appeared in front of Jiang Haofeng, "Yinmai Xuanjiang, I have seen the ancestor!"
"No need to be polite!"
Jiang Haofeng waved his sleeves and helped Xuan Jiang up, "How do you feel?"
Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Xuan Jiang's face: "To tell you my ancestors, this feeling is better than ever before. I was already in decline and was about to return to the underworld. Today I feel like I have been reborn!"
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"There is no sense of twilight or decay!"
Jiang Haofeng nodded with satisfaction, "That's good!"
Then he spoke again: "How much cultivation is left?"
"Returning to my ancestor, my cultivation is only 10% of the original. I have retreated from the peak of Xuanxian to the early stage of Xuanxian. However, my cultivation is much more refined than before. Although my cultivation has regressed, with my current cultivation , Even if it is only the early stage of Xuanxian, its strength should be no different from the previous stage of Xuanxian, with 80% of the strength of the heyday!" Xuan Jiang said with a look of surprise.
Immediately, a trace of regret appeared on Xuan Jiang's face. If he could continue to practice, with his condensed body, he would definitely be able to practice above the Golden Immortal. Unfortunately, from now on, his cultivation would not improve at all.
Jiang Haofeng's face also showed a hint of surprise. Yes, the condensed mana is naturally much stronger than the original mana. It has 80% of the original strength, which is already very good.
Jiang Haofeng looked at Xuan Jiang in front of him and said again: "How far away from the Holy Sword can you be now, and will your strength be affected?" I can reach the shrouded land, but the farther away from the holy sword, the lower my strength will be. It remains to be seen how far the sword soul is!"
"My strength is now integrated into the Holy Sword. Every move requires the magic power of the Holy Sword. If I am too far away, the Holy Sword's magic power will not be able to keep up."
"With the current power of the Holy Sword and my cultivation, my strength will not be affected if it does not exceed a radius of a hundred miles. However, if it exceeds this range, my strength will weaken. Once it exceeds ten thousand miles, I am afraid it will dissipate immediately. , revived in the Holy Sword!”
Jiang Haofeng nodded. Sure enough, the Holy Sword of Humanity that he deduced was still not as good as the Heavenly Book of Gods, but fortunately, it was so powerful that it exceeded his expectations.
Then he turned to look at Xuan Jiang and said: "Okay, I understand. After becoming a sword soul, you can't improve your cultivation level, but you can still practice magical powers, which can be considered as something to do."
"You are alone now. As time goes by, new people will come and you will no longer be alone."
"Yes, Ancestor!" Xuan Jiang nodded immediately.
After the words fell, Jiang Haofeng was about to leave when he saw a red mysterious light flashing in the void and finally blending into the altar. A moment later, another sword soul in the early stage of Xuanxian appeared in front of Jiang Haofeng.
Jiang Haofeng nodded slightly, feeling relieved in his heart.
Among the hidden veins, there are many Xuanxian monks who are about to reach their limit but cannot break through to the Golden Immortal. Now that they have this humane holy sword, they have a place to stay.
After Jiang Haofeng left, streaks of red mysterious light streaked through the void and merged into the holy sword. In the blink of an eye, the number of sword souls in the holy sword exceeded a thousand, and there was a trend of more and more souls.
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Ten days later, the Hidden Veins, no, it should be the Xinhuo Guards were grouped into groups, and the situation was reported to Jiang Haofeng.
Jiang Haofeng looked at the list in front of him with a look of satisfaction on his face. Yes, it was much better than expected. One hundred thousand golden immortals. Apart from the eight thousand people of the Disha Army, there were nearly ninety thousand golden immortals left. The 80,000 people formed teams of five and 25 people. Only the smaller 10,000 people acted alone or in teams of two or three.
very good!
In this way, if a war breaks out, at least one hundred and eighty large formations can be formed, with the combat power of one hundred and eighty Da Luo Jinxian. Moreover, the remaining 10,000 Golden Immortals have also practiced battle formations and can form battle formations at critical moments, even if they are less powerful!
Jiang Haofeng left the list of these golden immortals, then thought for a moment, and then summoned the clan elders of Hidden Meridian again.
Of course, this time, we only summoned the clan elders from the hidden lineage, not the clan elders from the visible lineage.
Less than ten days later, a group of Hidden Vein clan elders were called over again. Everyone looked at Jiang Haofeng in surprise. However, given Jiang Haofeng's position in Hidden Vein, everyone had no objections and waited patiently for Jiang Haofeng's next words.
Jiang Haofeng raised his hand a little, and a mysterious light flashed, and an image of a black armor appeared in the void. The armor was completely black and composed of armor pieces like fish scales. The entire armor looked majestic. At a glance, it felt solemn. A mighty aura rushed to his face.
Looking at the armor in front of them, surprise appeared on the faces of all the clan elders.
"What a mighty armor!" Haoying's eyes lit up and he said in surprise!
(End of chapter)