Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 11895
"Ok?"

Yu Yi suddenly looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost: "How is it possible! It took you only half an hour to cultivate to become the first level of primordial power?"

It is easy to recognize how strong the breath of primitive power is.

Especially when it breaks through, it is easier to see.

Yuyi was right next to Ling Xiao, so he could see it clearly.

We all cultivate together.

They didn't even touch the door, and Ling Xiao had broken through to the first level of primordial power.

"It's just luck!"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

"luck!"

Yuyi smiled wryly, geniuses always like to call excellence luck.

"By the way, can I set up the holy array now?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"I'm afraid not."

Yu Yi shook his head and said: "If you want to set up a holy pattern formation in the primitive place, you must at least cultivate the power of the primitive to the third level. Unfortunately, there are very few warriors in the third level, and no one can reach the formation master, so This embarrassing situation just happened.”

"I'll try!"

Ling Xiao walked over, used the original power, and drew the holy pattern.

The next moment, the eyeballs of Yuyi and the others almost popped out.

"Success...success!"

Simply incredible.

Ling Xiao actually successfully drew the holy pattern.

"Certainly not."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "You can only draw a single holy pattern, but you can't form a formation, so let's continue to practice."

He returned to the original place and continued to practice the original power.

The two old men in Yuyi and Nishang's realm were shocked from ear to ear.

What a joke, even if other fighters reach the second level, they cannot draw a single holy pattern.

What kind of monster is this guy?

In this way, seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

Ling Xiao stood up again.

"You don't want to shock people anymore, okay? In seven days, the primordial power is double? You won't let people live?"

Yuyi was about to cry.

Not only Ling Xiao's original power has been promoted to the second level.

The original power of Xue Xue and Yao Xiang has also been promoted to the first level.

These three people are monsters.

Although Ling Xiao is the most wonderful.

But the results of these two women are probably not much worse than the best results.

Rumor has it that there are two youths in the Primordial Land, one named Long Chen and the other named Jin Yan, they both mastered the first level of primitive power within a day.

Then, it took a month to master the second level of primitive power.

Although it is incomparable with the monster Ling Xiao, it is still much stronger than Xue Xue and Yao Xiang.

If Yuyi knew, those two were Ling Xiao's good brothers, what kind of expression did they have at this time?

"Strange, it's been seven days, why don't people from the upper realm come to attack?"

Ling Xiao stopped practicing.

He found that every time the primordial power is increased by one level, the difficulty of subsequent cultivation is almost ten times higher.

So I plan to stop for a while, anyway, I'm not in a hurry.

Because I don't know when the upper realm will attack, and I can't practice with peace of mind.

Seven days is a long time.

"I don't know either. It stands to reason that according to what Gao Shun said, there are people in black robes in the upper realm to help. They are stronger than us in terms of numbers and combat power. As long as they persist in attacking, sooner or later we will all be wiped out." Went out."

Yuyi said.

"Maybe it's because the mist is coming."

An old man spoke up.

"That's right, it's probably affected by the mist. When the mist comes, no matter how strong the opponent is, if they can't capture the stronghold, they will die in the end."

Another old man also nodded.

"So, after the end of the strange fog, it will be the time of life and death for this stronghold?"

Ling Xiao frowned, didn't say anything, but tried to set up the holy formation.

This time, it succeeded. Although it was just a simple formation, it was definitely better than no formation at all.

But he didn't say anything, because it's still a matter of whether this formation will be useful at a critical time, and he can't give others unreliable hopes.

Although most people think that it will be safe before the arrival of the Weird Fog, the vigilance has not been relaxed.

After all, they only had this last stronghold left, and if something happened, Baimang Mountain would be handed over to others.

I only hope that during this period, there will be experts to help, so that they can be safe.

Another few days passed, and the holy pattern array arranged by Ling Xiao had already enveloped the entire city.

Although it is not as good as the large formation arranged outside, this kind of formation can still be effective at critical times.

At this time, the reinforcements did not arrive, but the mist did.

There was a faint mist in the air.

This is the scene before the mist descends.

Everyone couldn't help feeling a little desperate.

If there is no reinforcements before the mist falls, then after the mist, they will lose any hope.

It's dead here, but it's really dead.

After all, it's not the Heavenly Tribulation Pit.

"Damn, why is this happening!"

Some people are very upset.

So stuck here.

"If I had known that no one would come to rescue me, I might as well have given up here earlier. It's better now, I'm trapped by the mist, and I can't even leave if I want to."

Some people are angry because there is no reinforcements, because they feel abandoned.

Everyone is emotionally unstable.

Some people even moved their hands because of a little friction, and the scene was very chaotic.

"Wait, there seems to be someone!"

Suddenly, someone shouted from the top of the city.

In the faint mist, some figures could be seen.

"Is the enemy coming?"

Someone got nervous.

"No, it seems to be our person, the breath is very familiar."

Someone shook his head, and even showed ecstasy on his face.

"Are the reinforcements here?"

Someone asked excitedly.

Despair suddenly turned into hope, even ecstasy.

"No, not reinforcements!"

Ling Xiao shook his head and said, "These people should be remnants of the other two strongholds, and they are still alive."

When those people got closer, they could see clearly.

Everyone has wounds on their bodies and their faces are dull.

"Quick... let's go in!"

Those people shouted in panic.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you go out to rescue soldiers?"

Gao Shun asked.

"Don't mention it, those damned upper-world people, they blocked all the ways for us to leave Baimang Mountain, but everyone who went out was ambushed, and we are lucky to come back alive.

If it wasn't for the strange fog that was about to rise, and the warriors in the upper realm were unwilling to take risks, we would all have to die. "

One said through gritted teeth.

"It's over, there will be no rescuers!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts fell to the bottom of the valley.

"I'm afraid I'm afraid, I'm going to die at worst. If you fight with me, you may not necessarily lose."

someone shouted.

But such people, after all, are only a minority, and most of them have low fighting spirit and low mood at this time, and they have already had the idea of ​​fleeing.

He even used the mist to escape.

Otherwise, once the mist retreated, they would have no hope of escaping.

Looking at such an atmosphere, Ling Xiao sighed. He was new here, and he was so soft-spoken that he couldn't change anything at all.

(End of this chapter)