By the pool of waxing heart. "Failed again..." Ling Feng wiped off the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and all directions were wiped out and inserted into the edge of the pool and trembled continuously.
Strange ripples appeared on the water surface. This was Ling Feng's seventh attempt to break through what Tianmeng Shenji said was "the realm of entering the painting."
But, they all ended in failure.
"Damn it, why!!!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The water in the pool exploded, causing a storm.
Since he entered the martial arts, with the 100-fold increase in understanding by the Eye of the Emperor, no matter how difficult the martial arts and secret techniques are, they can be started at the fastest speed, and in a short time, they can reach the ultimate goal. level.
But this time, at the moment when everyone needs him the most, he fell into a bottleneck and could not move forward.
"Hu..."
After a while, he gasped and looked at the twisted reflection in the water.
At this moment, his eyes were as red as an evil god. In this anxious and bored mood, the power of the seven sins in his body began to move again.
There are thirty days left before the blood of sin is completely purified, and he has just touched the door to enter the painting.
No, even the threshold has not been touched!
This made him more anxious. The more he was, the more difficult it was to complete the breakthrough.
At this moment, the pool surface seemed to condense into a mirror, reflecting the battlefield thousands of miles away -
Xiko was pierced by thousands of arrows, and Mio's countless spears of divine light were nailed to the ground. Huang Shaotian's body was hung high above the death scythe of the Plague Knight, Tianrui's broken iron wings were inserted on the mountain of corpses, and Natalie, Long Ze Liyue, Tianmeng Shenji...
Everyone is dead, the entire Mingjian Peak has been piled up by a sea of corpses and blood, like a purgatory!
"No!——"
Click!
The next moment, the illusion was torn apart by Ling Feng's arm covered with furious marks, and Ling Feng staggered back and hit the stone tablet.
A strong burning sensation came from the back of the spine, and the imprint of the seven deadly sins wandered under the skin.
"What are you still hesitating about?"
"Come on, devour the blood of sin, you can save everyone!"
"You need us, you need our strength!"
"..."
The seven evil gods of sin, and even the delusion of the nightmare evil god, kept echoing in my mind.
The reason why Ling Feng was unable to calm down and was difficult to get started is because of these evil gods.
"Enough!!!"
Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, glared at him, and let out an extremely loud roar.
Tick!
Tick!
Large beads of sweat rolled down Ling Feng's forehead. Ling Feng gasped violently, as if he had experienced a tragic battle.
The next moment, he sat down cross-legged again and began to recite the scriptures of the "Sutra of Eternal Purity and Quietness".
On the one hand, he needed to resist the bewitching of these evil gods, but on the other hand, he was worried about the battle situation outside. In addition, he had no progress in the level of painting and the practice of swordsmanship in the sky.
"Come again!"
After a while, Ling Feng returned to his calmness, and with his thoughts moved, he once again followed the previous instructions of Tianmeng Shenji and sank into practice.
Ling Feng was able to reach this point, although he had the advantage of being the blood talent of the Heavenly Dao clan, but it was also inseparable from his indomitable personality.
He is not the kind of person who will give up easily.
If you don’t have seven times, then seventy times, seven hundred times, seven thousand times...
Three days...
Another three days passed...
This On the sun, the pool water seemed to suddenly fade away.
Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, but found that his breathing turned into ink marks and drifted away, and ripples were fainted from the touch of his fingertips.
The world of ink?
Ling Feng's eyelids hopped suddenly. He still remembered the scene when he first encountered Tianmeng Shenji.
Is it done?
Ling Feng was delighted, closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, allowing his spiritual consciousness to sink into the ink abyss.
When I opened my eyes again, I seemed to be in the dark room underground. The phantom of Sasaki Masaku was writing in the blood ink: "The heart prison is a prison..."
"You..."
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. As soon as he raised his hand, his handwriting suddenly came to life and suddenly wrapped around his wrist.
Immediately afterwards, the arrogant and evil god sneered in his ears: "I killed other people's brother, killed other people's father and grandfather, are you embarrassed to lick your face and let others be your sister?"
The ink and wash space suddenly turned upside down, and he seemed to appear on the battlefield where Pudu Academy attacked Mingjian Peak for the first time.
The three main hall masters of the Heavenly King Hall are using their joint attack skills to penetrate Sasaki Masaru.
However, the next moment, the demon sword in the hand of "Sasaki Takukai" suddenly penetrated into Kiko's chest, and the girl's blood splattered on Ling Feng's face, so hot. "Grandpa, why... why do you want to kill me?" "The Sasaki family does not have an unfilial daughter like you! That is the enemy who destroyed the Sasaki family, but you regard him as a person as a person. Brother? "
Xizi spitted out blood in big mouthfuls, looking at Ling Feng, but still calling: "Brother...Brother..."
The call of dying seemed to overlap with reality !
"Ah!——"
Ling Feng felt a split headache, and his hand holding the sword trembled violently. "Alchemy! All of this is an illusion!"
He bit his tongue and the thunder force exploded along the meridians.
In order to make himself awake, Ling Feng actually used the thunder of heaven to retaliate against his internal organs!
puff! ——
After a mouthful of blood spurted out, the ink sea of fire was split in half in an instant, but the more terrifying picture on the bottom layer was reflected.
At this moment, Mio was wrapped around her limbs and neck by thick iron chains, hanging high above a blood-colored altar. Agares's sharp claws were piercing into Mio's eyebrows. .
"Oh?"
Suddenly, Agares looked back at Ling Feng and grinned, "Do you think she is still your wife? No, it's no longer! As long as I delete all the memories about you, Mio will still be my disciple and the saint of Pudu Academy. And you, a person with great sins, should be punished! ——”
As the word "Zhu" fell, the entire ink and wash world seemed to become distorted.
Ling Feng's whole body trembled violently, his eyes glared at the Agares in front of him with a bloody look, and roared, "Give me, let her go!"
Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom boom!
The world of ink and wash has become even more distorted, as if it is about to be broken at any time.
At this moment, the seven-sin clergy in the body immediately began to backfire.
Once Ling Feng's willpower is disintegrated, it is a great opportunity for them to successfully occupy this body.
In an instant, the seven sins marks broke through the seal and crawled across Ling Feng's body.
The ten directions were destroyed and the sarcasm made a cry, and seven evil pupils opened at the hilt of the sword. "Hahahaha--"
The Seven Sin Evil God smiled wildly.
"This body belongs to me!"
"No, it's mine! Mine!"
"Who dares to fight with me?"
"Life and death are at stake, of course It's first come first served, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
When the power of the Seven Sins began to rush in the body, and even completely ignored Ling Feng's autonomy...
"It's now!"
Ling Feng's originally decadent and confused soul The origin suddenly seemed to have become a different person.
"The Sword of Furious!"
After Ling Feng's roar, he forcibly "driven" the fury clergy into the destruction of all directions.
"What? You didn't collapse? You dare to lie to me-"
When the evil god of rage reacted, Ling Feng's ten directions were destroyed and had already transformed into the form of the rage sword.
Crazy!
There was a sudden bloody rain in the ink and water world, and every drop of rain reflected a different sin.
Ling Feng danced his sword in the rain, and each move only triggered one priesthood: arrogance made the sword move open and close, and jealousy made the sword light treacherous and unpredictable.
When the seventh style "Slackness" is cut out, the entire sea of ink is slashed out of the vacuum zone.
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"So that's it..."
He knelt on the ground with panting, and seven clerical abilities were imprinted on the scabbard to condense into the Beidou formation map. In the reflection of the pool water, the evil pupils that were destroyed in all directions gradually closed, and mountains and rivers appeared on the sword body.
This is what Tianmeng Shenji said - taking sin as the sheath!
"The skill of killing the sky and drawing swords is the secret to mastering the painting. For a long time, I have practiced the two separately, which is the real result with half the effort..."
Ling Feng took a deep breath, and the ink and wash world around him, The ink marks began to gradually fade away.
The next moment, he returned to the edge of the Huanxin Pool.
His hand held the ten directions and trembled with excitement.
More than twenty days have passed, and I finally took the first step!
A few more days passed.
The time has come to the 30th day!
Since Ling Feng comprehended the threshold of entering the realm of painting, he sank into the world of ink and water every day, practicing the technique of killing the sky and drawing swords.
The water across the pond was destroyed by all directions, and in an instant, the world of ink and water reappeared.
The void outlined, and Mio's eyebrows and eyes gradually emerged.
The next moment, she walked out of the ink and wash, and the scepter was pointed at the ground, and the real golden lotus bloomed.
In the painting, Mio's fingertips gently stroked his cheeks, and the temperature and touch were exactly the same as the real world.
Ling Feng looked at the figure in front of him, waved his palm, and the illusion in front of him instantly disintegrated into ink stains and dissipated.
The next moment, the Huaxin Pool in reality seems to be integrated with the ink and wash world.
Ling Feng stood in the air on the Huanxin Pool, and the sword in his hand seemed to be able to freely shuttle between the two worlds.
This is a sign of the success of the painting!
Ling Feng was in his heart, and the reflection in the water actually jumped out from the bottom of the pool and began to practice the sword technique of killing the sky by himself!
That is me in the water, and I am also in the painting?
"Zheng——"
The sword sounds surging, and in the world of ink and wash, the sword blade of Ling Feng in the painting rubs against the lotus stems in the lotus pond, bursting out the sound of gold and stone.
Ling Feng on the water surface felt a sharp pain coming. When he raised his hand to look, the tiger's mouth had already cracked.
Tick!
The blood slid from the palm of the palm and dripped into the water surface, but it was filled with the world of ink and water.
When blood drips on the ink lotus, the petals suddenly stretch, and dense sword techniques emerge.
The sword technique I obtained before was more like a general outline.
And these sword techniques on the lotus are the moves!
Ling Feng suddenly realized that this was the way Tianmeng Shenji told himself to reach the realm of entering the painting before he could master the sword technique of killing the sky.
A teacher, every step of his plan is so clever.
"The first style·The ink and wash are traceless!"
Ling Feng endured the severe pain and held the hot hilt of the sword and followed the guidance of the lotus petals to operate the exercises. The pool water suddenly became sticky as ink and penetrated into the limbs and bones along the pores. He saw his bones gradually becoming transparent, and what flowed in his blood vessels was no longer blood, but a surging galaxy.
When Ling Feng tried to swing his sword according to the mental method, the entire Huanxin Pool suddenly flipped.
He stood on the upside down water surface, and the real world became a reflection in the water.
Ling Feng looked at the ink ripples on his toes, and the ripples condensed into physical chains in the air.
No doubt, these chains can easily drag any ruling-level strongman into his own world.
This is the insurmountable gap between the law of truth and the judge!
Of course, there are exceptions for monsters like Ling Feng who are priestly.
Immediately afterwards, the second ink lotus bloomed at this time, and the "second style: the pen tip of the world" appeared in the lotus heart.
Ling Feng suddenly realized something, dipped the sword tip into the pool water and drew an arc in the air.
The sword scars that had not dried ink suddenly came to life, turning into a three-meter-long black dragon and pounced on the hanging sky.
Ling Feng raised his hand and looked at Jianfeng, vaguely realizing that although the sword move was strong, it seemed that something was missing.
Yes!
The next moment, Ling Feng's eyelids twitched.
The purpose of the sword technique is to use this sword technique to exert the power of the seven-sin clergy.
His current sword move is in shape, but he has not integrated the power of the seven sins into the sword edge.
Before, he took great risks to "defraud" the seven evil gods and successfully crossed the threshold of entering the painting realm.
Nowadays, it may not be easy to use the same trick again.
Now he can only practice according to the sword moves first, and after he has completely refined the "Crystal of Sin Blood", he can truly master the sword technique of killing the sky. "It's almost thirty days passed, and there are nineteen days left..." Ling Feng tightened his fists. Although in order to prevent Ling Feng from being distracted, Tianmeng Shenji was waiting. The heart pool laid out layers of barriers, making it impossible for him to peek at the outside world.
But with his powerful perception, Ling Feng was still sure that the aura of Tianmeng Shenji and Taiyue Sword God was still there.
As long as they are still there, Mingjian Peak should not be lost. "What I want to do now is to continue to comprehend the sword technique of killing the sky!"
Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng calmed down and looked at the third ink lotus.
The lotus blooms, "Slay the sky and cut off the flow!"
Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword and slashed it, and a fine black crack appeared at the edge of the sword. Those space cracks lasted for three breaths before dissipating, and the leaking void turbulence was absorbed by the pool water, forming a new star-track pattern at the bottom of the pool...
...
The top of Mingjian Peak. "There has been no action on the Pudu Academy for almost half a month!" Tianmeng Shenji stared at the sand table on the shore, frowned.
At this moment, in his left eye socket, because the eyeballs had completely necrotic, he could only dig them down and temporarily replace them with a gem.
"But once it takes action, it will definitely be a storm!"
The Taiyue Sword God clenched his fists tightly. The previous Purple Locust Devouring Purple Locust made Yuheng, the true man from Yunque Cave Heaven, give his life cost.
The true man Yuheng is the most powerful Supreme Elder in Yunque Cave Heaven.
Even, it is not inferior to Taiyue Sword God and Tianmeng Shenji.
"I just hope that the time of this storm will be brewing, the longer the better!"
Tianmeng Divine Ji took a deep breath. If he could exceed the limit of forty-nine days, when Ling Feng mastered the sword technique of killing the sky and using the seven-sin priesthood to fight, the Martial Alliance still had a chance of winning.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the star-track compass in his hand suddenly buzzed and Si Nan in the center almost stood up.
"Get ready to fight!"
Tianmeng Shenji's expression suddenly changed, and he murmured: "The storm is coming..." (The end of this chapter)