Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao was sitting unknowingly spent a day and one night without knowing it. His eyes were sometimes dignified, sometimes understanding, and obviously he was immersed in the esoteric magic world and could not extricate himself.

The shadow of the devil stood quietly behind him, and his body was wrapped around the faint magic, like a patron saint from the ancient times, majestic and inviolable. Its existence adds a bit of mystery and solemn to this bamboo forest.

When Ling Xiao finally closed the notes in his hand, there seemed to be a grand movie in his mind, and the picture flashed quickly. It was the process of his understanding of the magic. His eyes gradually became brighter, shining with the light of wisdom, and obviously found.

Suddenly, the devil behind him suddenly disappeared in place, like a black lightning cut through the sky.

The next moment, a boulder in the distance broke instantly under the attack of the demon god, turning into countless gravel splash. The black magic knife scratched a perfect arc in the air, with devastating power, cut the boulder, and cut off the doubts in Ling Xiao's heart.

"So that's it!" Ling Xiao realized a smile, and a smile was raised. He finally understood that the magic attack did not depend on the external power, but the purity and firmness of the heart. You only need to use the magic, you can think of it, so that the enemy has nothing to do.

The shadow of this devil, for him, is like an extension of the body, a organ that can be controlled by his heart, and is closely linked to his will.

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered with excitement and expectations. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and continued to invest in cultivation. Under the testimony of this bamboo forest, his magic road is quietly blooming with his light.

He did not take care of other aspects, but just focused on the cultivation of magic attacks. With a clear method of guidance, and his almost horrible understanding, this process became extremely smooth, as if every step was successful, naturally.

Ling Xiao's heart is full of unprecedented firmness and self -confidence. He knows that as long as he continues to work hard, one day, he will stand at the pinnacle of Magic Road and look proud of the heroes.

Time is like flowing water, sliding away from his fingers silently. One day passed, Ling Xiao's figure shuttled between the bamboo forests, sometimes sitting meditated, sometimes swords, and every move contains his deep understanding and perception of the demon. His eyes became more sharp, as if he could penetrate all things in the world and reach the essence.

After half a month, Ling Xiao's control of the shadow of this demon has reached a very skilled level.

His will perfectly with the shadow of the demon gods, as if they are one, each thought can instantly convert into the action of the shadow of the demon, accurate. This kind of tacit understanding and control is the experience he had never had before, which made him feel excited and proud.

In the Star Following Tower, the control of the martial arts will have a strict class division -entry, Xiaocheng, Dacheng, unity, entering micro, and formation!

Each stage can be subdivided into nine weights, and each heavy improvement means understanding and mastering the deeper will of martial arts. Ling Xiao clearly remembered that his previous control of magic could only be regarded as an entry stage. At that time, he always felt an incredible gap in the face of those geniuses in the magic building.

In those geniuses in the magic tower, most of their control of the magic has reached the peak of unity, and even some people have already begun to touch the sloppy threshold.

And those ordinary warriors, even in the control of martial arts, mostly reached the level of Dacheng. In contrast, Ling Xiao really looks weak in this regard, as if it is a bird who has just learned to fly. In the face of the vast sky, she is both excited and embarrassed.

However, it was this gap that inspired the fighting spirit and desire deep in his heart. Ling Xiao knows that only by constantly challenging herself can we break through the limit and reach an unprecedented height.

In just half a month, Ling Xiao's control of the magic has made rapid progress, reaching the realm of one peak. It is only a step away from the higher layer of the micro -layer.

He understands that if you want to go further, simply cultivation can no longer meet his needs, and the research and sharpening in actual combat is the challenge he must face next.

Ling Xiao slowly stood up, glanced at the quiet bamboo forest around him, the breeze was blowing, and the bamboo leaves swayed gently, making a rustling sound, but there was no trace. He took a deep breath and felt the atmosphere of nature, but he could not help but raise a trace of doubt.

"Strange, my brother has been away for half a month, but he has not returned. What happened?" Ling Xiao frowned, and his eyes revealed a little worry. There were countless possibilities flashed in his mind, but he could not determine the whereabouts of his brother.

He knew that there were some things, no matter how much he wanted, he couldn't get the answer, but he increased his troubles.

So he shook his head gently and pulled his thoughts from his brother's affairs.

He understands that he cannot always be immersed in this kind of unsolvable confusion, but should act and do something that he can do. Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strong impulse in his heart. He wanted to leave here and visit Xiao Lianzhu.

After all, I have come to the Xingxing Building for half a month, and I have never visited Xiao Lianzhu and Ling Bi and others. This is really not the past. Moreover, Ling Xiao also missed them deeply, and the thoughts were like a trickle, and kept flowing in their hearts.

When he walked out of the Demon Tower, he did not encounter any obstacles and had a smooth journey. He secretly sighed in his heart that although the rules of the Star Picking Tower were strict, they were still quite tolerant of his new disciple.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one!

Soon, Ling Xiao came to the Righteousness Hall on the eighth floor. This place is completely different from the Demon Tower. The air is filled with a solemn and sacred atmosphere. The ninth floor of the Star Picking Tower is the Demon Tower, and the Righteousness Hall on the eighth floor also occupies a whole floor, which shows its important position in the Star Picking Tower.

Outside the gate of the Righteousness Hall, there stands a pair of lifelike sculptures. Both men and women are dressed in white, with upright postures and awe-inspiring righteousness. The male sculpture looks like a gentle scholar, holding a scroll, with a look of righteousness in his eyes, as if he can see through all the evil in the world.

The female sculpture adds a bit of heroic spirit. She is dressed in military uniform and looks heroic. She looks like a female general who is as brave as a man. She holds a long sword in her hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, showing her indomitable fighting spirit.

Ling Xiao stood in front of the sculpture, and a sense of respect surged in his heart. He knew that this pair of sculptures was not just a decoration, but also a symbol of the spirit of Zhaixing Tower.

Just as he was about to step into the gate of Zhengqi Hall, he was blocked by several young men in green clothes.