Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 141 Martial Soul Formation
"Hehe, you really found me, the flying dragon is in the sky."

Zhao Bohao's right arm gushed out infinite fighting energy, turned into a hideous fighting dragon, and continued to charge towards Kunlun.

There was a loud noise, and the suction force on Kunlun Mountain increased greatly, directly sucking the flying dragon in.

"Fuck~ Lishe Dachuan."

Zhao Bohao lifted his hands up empty-handed, gushing out endless fighting energy, and then took advantage of the situation to guide his hands into sword shapes, and a Dragon's Head Swallowing Heaven Sword gushed out, piercing the Kunlun Sacred Peak.

"Bang~"

The word "Kunlun" on the sacred mountain flashed with thousands of golden lights. Before the dragon-headed sky-swallowing sword came, it was restored to the vitality of the sky under the shining of golden light, and then became a part of the Kunlun Mountains.

"Whoosh~"

The clearer the body of Kunlun Mountain, the stronger the absorption power, and Zhao Bohao also felt that his power was being pulled by the black hole, and began to flow towards the black hole continuously.

"It's a little tricky, it shocked Baili."

The hands circled into a dragon's mouth, and then the fighting spirit surged violently, and it was swung out into the void.

"roar~"

A huge dragon roar sounded, and the violent sound wave swept the entire playground, but it was useless. Kunlun still stood there, still swallowing all the vitality of the world like a black hole.

Feng Luoli saw the three of them struggling to support themselves, and without saying a word, she punched out two fierce battle energy and joined the ranks of supporting the little fat man. However, all the students saw that their teacher had taken action and did not care. Others, all joined the support team, even Liu Ruyan was no exception, but even this was of no help. As the Kunlun Mountains became more and more obvious, everyone felt that they were a little overwhelmed.

"Cabbage, you can't do this."

Zhao Bohao felt the passing of energy, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Brother Zhao, I know it can't be like this, but now I really can't stop."

Bai Cai showed a smile that was uglier than crying, but he was still struggling to gather energy, and then poured it into Kunlun above his head.

"...Bone Elf, is there a way, I'm going to be killed if I play like this~"

Zhao Bohao turned his head and turned his savior to the bone elf.

"I have a way, but you don't need me now because I felt that the dean of Magu College was already here, so I got out of the way first."

As soon as the bone elf finished speaking, he saw that the old dean had appeared in the void, and Xia Longba and his martial soul, Kunlun Sacred Peak, were under him.

"Boy, you are really desperate."

Feeling Kunlun's power, the dean also showed a surprised expression.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and find a way."

Feng Luoli looked at Feng Xinglie in the void, and shouted at him depressedly.

"Hehe, who told you to teach such a student, you don't know how to live or die, you really don't know how to live or die."

The old dean said while staring at Kunlun Shengfeng, his brows could not help but twisted into the word Chuan.

You must know that even a genius like him did not dare to choose Shenshan Moyue when he condensed his martial soul. Although he would gain extremely powerful power after success, his life was still important in comparison.

"It's better to wait until later to make sarcastic remarks. Save people first."

Feng Luoli was furious, this old man dared to come to see his own jokes.

"Girl, your own student wants the old man to clean up the mess because of Mao. If you beg me, I will take action. Otherwise, this little fat man will explode and die, and you will also be severely injured."

As the old dean spoke, he carved mysterious ancient characters in the air with his hands behind his back, obviously he had no intention of standing idly by.

"Shoot, if something happens to him, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

Feng Luoli gritted her teeth tightly, and looked at the old dean with eyes full of anger and a hint of pleading.

"Forget it, I'm afraid of you. This Kunlun Shengfeng is very magical, and I dare not intervene easily, otherwise there may be some accidents. The only way now is to seal the Shengfeng, and then properly unseal part of it according to his ability. Shanti, little fat boy, do you agree?"

The old dean explained his method, and finally waited for the reply from the little fat Xia Longba.

"Please also ask the dean to lend a helping hand. Long Ba is very grateful."

The little fat man squeezed out a sentence with all his strength, and the sweat dripped from his forehead continuously.

"In my name, call my holy soul."

The old dean muttered something, and the infinite energy pierced the sky and descended on him from the void universe.

The universe shook, the void exploded, and a person somewhat similar to the old dean appeared behind him.

"Damn, is this the legendary Ji Wuhun?"

Bai Cai and Liu Ruyan glanced at each other, both of them looked shocked.

There are only three ways to cultivate your own martial soul legend, one is unparalleled aptitude, forcibly condensed, the second is superior perseverance, condensed thousands of times, and the third is to choose one of the newborn twins to survive, and the other One person was strangled to death on the spot, and then the soul of the strangled person was sacrificed into the soul of the other. After the surviving twins grew up to be martial artists, they could condense their own martial souls.

The conditions for condensing one's own martial soul are harsh, but after successful condensing, he is extremely powerful. Not only can he help the host to exert double his strength, but he can also fight independently. It is said that he can condense another new martial soul once he has cultivated to a high level.

After Ji Wuhun appeared, the old dean's ancient characters were also depicted, and the ancient characters emerged in the void, and it was vaguely recognized as a sealed character, and the ancient and simple yellow light swept across the sky in an instant.

"Qiankun Zhenyu, Fengtian."

Following the dean's incantation, the ancient characters turned into an ancient talisman, which was pasted on the Kunlun Sacred Peak, hiding the word Kunlun underneath.

"Qiankun Zhenyu, Jedi."

Ji Wuhun scratched the sky with both hands, and instantly carved an identical ancient character, and then turned into another talisman, pasted it on the other side of the holy peak, and a cloud of mist instantly appeared in the void.

"This is the power of Ji Wuhun. He only releases one attack, but he will release another attack at the same time. It means that your opponent is facing two of you."

Bai Cai unconsciously introduced the strength of the old director's martial spirit.

With the seal of the two ancient characters, except for the foot of the mountain, the Kunlun Sacred Peak is hidden in the misty clouds.

"Huhuhu~"

Everyone felt their bodies loosen, the suction power of Kunlun Shengfeng dropped sharply, and the recovery speed of fighting spirit finally caught up with the speed of consumption.

Gradually, the suction force became less and less, and the foot of Kunlun Mountain became clearer and clearer. Finally, the black hole-like suction completely disappeared, and the martial soul was successfully condensed at the foot of Kunlun Sacred Peak, but the little fat Xia Longba closed his eyes and sat quietly on the ground .

The old dean descended from the sky, touched Xia Longba's wrist, and said to everyone worriedly: "The first test of condensing the martial soul has passed, now we will see if he can survive the test of the martial soul."

(End of this chapter)