An Alternative Crash Method for Sword Cultivation

Although Lin Fangsheng had never seen that person's pale complexion and dark eyes, he could feel that his body was full of lifelessness. Although he had already formed an alchemy, there was no hope of further progress in this life. He couldn't help but sighed a long time, and said: "You are a beautiful woman, how can you be a thief."

But the man's expression became serious, and his voice was even colder and sharper: "I follow the Holy Master now, and I am full of heart and soul. I am not me. Knowing that I am supremely happy, stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Fangsheng's dark eyes were dark and unmoving. With a movement of his fingers, he had summoned the spirit sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed obliquely to the ground. He was already in an offensive and defensive posture. The spiritual power in his body was round and thick, and he sighed again: "You As the young lord of the Jianyuan Sect, he doesn't think about making progress, but instead resigns himself to depravity, accepting a thief as his father... Could it be that he will be a puppet forever?"

That person was Luo Haoran, the young lord of the Jianyuan Sect who had been missing for a long time. He was so dead that he was turned into a puppet.

If the body of the puppet is preserved properly, it will be immortal, so it will last forever. The lifespan of the golden core is only eight hundred, which seems to be worse in comparison.

It's just that although the mortal body has a humble start and slow progress, it is superior to infinite possibilities and has a promising future.But the puppet stands still, and is no more than a pawn in the hands of others throughout his life.

It's just that Luo Haoran's face is pale at this moment, but his black hair is faintly purple, and there is also a hint of purple in his eyes. When he looks at Lin Fangsheng, he is three points mocking and seven points arrogant: "You bastards, you sit and watch the sky, don't you know?" My Holy Master’s method! Even a puppet can be cultivated. Lin Fangsheng, although you advanced rapidly, you still can’t match me.”

Once again, the spiritual consciousness was released, and the spiritual pressure rose sharply. It was actually the late stage of Jindan, and a wave of sword intent shot out.

However, Lin Fangsheng was under such pressure, Yuan stopped Yue Zhi, motionless like a mountain, straightened his long sword, met the sword intent, and broke open from the center.

When there was a crisp sound, the sword light splattered in all directions, and the surrounding ice surface was also burned into several depressions.He said again in a deep voice: "The Holy Master you mentioned, but the Dragon Slayer Immortal Mu Tianjiang?"

Luo Haoran snorted coldly, raised his sword and stabbed again: "You bastards, you are not worthy of mentioning the name of my Holy Master, take your life!"

It was the surging sword intent, sweeping around.

Lin Fangsheng was too late to defend himself, and heard him yell suddenly, stepped back a few steps, and hissed again: "Holy Master... this subordinate is guilty!"

Then he was even more terrified, and the voice of pleading was almost shrill: "Please forgive me, Lord! This subordinate will never dare again!"

Lin Fangsheng was puzzled in his heart, but the black shadow in his consciousness seemed to be collapsing, and after hearing Luo Haoran's horrific howls, he knelt on the ground with one knee, and stabbed the tip of his sword into the ice.

A crack quickly opened and expanded from the tip of the sword, the ground shook, and it seemed that something huge broke through the ice and broke out.

Lin Fangsheng took a few steps back, but an octopus as big as a hill appeared in his consciousness.

The octopus was snow-white all over, with a topaz-colored one-eyed wide open, pushing its body out against the ice.

It turned its eyes and landed on Lin Fangsheng, and immediately stretched out a tentacle thick enough to roll towards Lin Fangsheng.

Lin Fangsheng dodged it, and hit the tentacle with a sword light in his backhand, but was bounced back by the soft and thick skin, without any damage.The other two tentacles acted as a hood, trying to wrap his hands and feet around him, Lin Fangsheng dodged again, but was brushed by the tentacles from the corner of his robe.

The attacks came one after another, Lin Fangsheng couldn't help frowning, this monster seems to be able to move freely in the ice, it must be an ice-type thing, if it is closer to the sun-flaming giant tree, it must be able to retreat without a fight.

In this way, he made up his mind, fought and retreated, and approached the oasis.

When the person and the monster over there were trembling, Luo Haoran took out a black token that was neither gold nor wood, nor copper nor stone with trembling hands, and smashed it into the ice wall beside him.

He also cut open his palm with a long sword, and while chanting complicated spells, he smeared blood on the token and the surrounding ice walls, drawing simple and wonderful runes.

Soon the token buzzed and shone with a dazzling golden light, Luo Haoran also accelerated the spell, and made another one on the palm of his hand, dipped in more blood and painted on it, until it formed a prototype magic circle the height of a person.

The beeping of the token was even more ear-piercing, and a golden light shot out violently, passing through Luo Haoran's chest. A wound the size of a bowl immediately appeared on Luo Haoran's chest, dense with white bones, but winding out from his body, entangled and clinging to each other, Pierce the flesh and grow into a bone pillar, wrapping him in it.

Luo Haoran was also stunned. In the name of the Holy Master, he came across the crystal walls of the two realms to capture Lin Fangsheng.This token was also handed over to him by the Holy Master himself. It only said that the passage between the two worlds could be opened, but it was never stated that a living sacrifice was required to open the passage.

As soon as the token was illuminated, the bone made a rattling sound again, and the roots grew wantonly, taking root downwards and extending upwards, piercing his flesh from the inside out, but not a single drop of blood flowed out, all was absorbed by the bones , as nourishment.The pain was so unbearable that it almost drove people crazy, but he roared, and that shrill cry was actually a bit more tragic than that of wild animals.

When Lin Fangsheng heard about it, although he felt that this person was to blame, this kind of death was too tragic.I can't help but feel sad.

But he didn't dare to be careless at all, the sword array surrounded the whole body, resisting the tentacles' attacks in turn.He guessed that if the white bone pillar took shape, it would definitely cause disaster, so he decided to wave it away.

Unexpectedly, the monster's eight tentacles flew all over the sky, and the ice cubes flew horizontally, and they wove a big net to block the top of his head, forcing him to be unable to move an inch.

There was a stalemate for a while.

Hearing the familiar howl of a wolf suddenly sounded from behind, the shadow of the beast flashed, biting one of the tentacles of the eight-legged monster, and tearing it fiercely.

It was Yan Ye who woke up.

As soon as Lin Fangsheng turned his sword finger, more than a dozen spirit swords rang loudly, and they merged into one, stabbing fiercely at the middle of one of the monster's tentacles, and shouted: "Go and destroy that bone!"

Hearing this, Yan Ye immediately let go, and ran towards the white bone column that was gradually becoming thicker and twisted, but was caught by a tentacle on his hind legs and was thrown far away.

At this time, Lin Fangsheng's Tiangang sword merged, and finally pierced a big hole out of one of the monster's tentacles. The monster trembled violently, and the blue slurry gushed out from the wound, corroding the ice surface into a big hole.

After that, there was even more angry neighing, and the remaining seven tentacles were like soft tree trunks, smashing the ice surface again and again, and the fragments splashed everywhere, making gusts of wind.

Yan Ye fell to the ground, got up and ran back quickly, but the white bone pillar split in two from the middle crack, like a towering doorpost, but a vortex was rolled up in the middle, gradually expanding, creating a suction force outward.

All of a sudden, there was a gust of gloomy wind and dense ghost shadows, as if the sun on the top of Yuping Prefecture had also dimmed by three points.

The eight-legged monster seemed to sense the opening of the gate, and its attack became stronger.Lin Fangsheng also pushed the sword array with all his strength, repeatedly attacked the wound, and finally cut off a tentacle.

The monster's huge body seemed to be extremely angry, and the remaining tentacles either smashed down heavily on the head, or swept across with lightning, which seemed to bring about an afterimage.However, Lin Fangsheng was full of energy, and turned his sword finger again, a slender and sharp sword finally broke through layers of protection, and pierced the monster's one-eyed.

It was too late, but soon, Lin Fangsheng's feet trembled suddenly, and a thicker and longer tentacle broke through the ice, wrapped around his waist, and flew high in the wind.

Yan Ye culled several more times, then suddenly stopped and turned around, and saw an even bigger eight-legged monster had swept Lin Fangsheng away, he couldn't help roaring, regardless of the bone pillar and the gradually expanding vortex, turned around and rushed towards the monster.

Unexpectedly, the smaller monster rushed over and knocked it away.

Lin Fangsheng only felt a strong bondage around his waist, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, and the infusion of spiritual power was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and there was no movement.Even if it is cut down by the spirit sword that cuts iron like mud, it will not hurt at all.

Then there was a shaking, and the monster rushed into the vortex at a swift speed.

An extremely cold chill gradually engulfed him, only Yan Ye roared in anger, Lin Fangsheng could only shout: "Yan Ye! Go find the master!"

The whistling of the storm gradually reverberated in my ears, and the roar of the wolf cub gradually faded away.

Yan Ye was entangled by the little eight-legged monster, his fur was covered with blood with a sharp mouth, he couldn't struggle, he had to watch the vortex in the bone gate engulf Lin Fangsheng and the monster, and then slowly disappear. .

Then the two white bone pillars are also like weathering, slowly disappearing into the air.Only a few robes and a piece of human skin remained in place.

He also struggled violently, entangled with that monster for a long time, finally bit it until his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and died on the spot.

It's just that when he got rid of the entanglement and ran to the place where the bones were weathered, there was no trace of him.

Yan Ye lingered in place for a long time, a layer of sadness gradually appeared in his icy blue eyes, and he raised his head and let out a long and desolate roar.

The echoes of the rivers and rivers in the distance add to the loneliness.

Somewhere in the ice field, a lightning-like white shadow passed by. The man stopped suddenly, raised his hand and grabbed a golden and red sword symbol from under the ice layer. It was Lin Fangsheng who sent the message.

With a grip of Helian Wancheng's fingers, the sword talisman was crushed, transformed into divine consciousness, and covered thousands of miles without being invaded by wind and snow. In just a moment, he locked on to the oasis, and then activated the flying sword, turning it into a sword light gallop away.

When he saw a white wolf circling and roaring anxiously next to the hill-like octopus corpse, his snow-like expression was actually a bit colder than the surrounding icebergs.

When the white wolf saw him fall to the ground, he didn't dare to move forward, bent his hind legs, and growled threateningly.

Where did Helian Wancheng care about him? With a sweep of his consciousness, he found that the robes and human skin on the ice surface were full of demonic energy, and the tokens inlaid in the ice wall beside him had long been destroyed, and now only a hexagonal groove remained .Even the runes disappeared without a trace.

If you look carefully, you can feel the turbulence of time and space here, which has not subsided.

Helian Wancheng speculated a bit, turned his head to look at the anxious wolf cub, and said coldly: "Tell me where Fang Sheng is going."

The white wolf just came to his senses, got up in shape, and was covered under a robe again, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then tried to put his hand into the sleeve hole of his shirt.

On the one hand, I will report all the changes just now.

Helian Wancheng was as silent as a mountain, not speaking, but the chill in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

Lin Fangsheng was not the only one whose master had already rushed to the oasis, he was surrounded by a thick darkness, he was about to faint as he writhed.

There is also the turbulent flow of time and space, which makes the five senses and six o'clock all confused, and it is difficult to distinguish directions and things.

It took him a while to get still before his consciousness returned to its place.

Under the body is soft fur, spread out on the ground, the candles blare, the incense is rich and warm, as if you are in the room.

He heard a voice from the top of his head, five points familiar as the young man who called him Fang Sheng's brother, and five points cold, like a mountain rock, with no emotion: "Raise your head."

Then there was a bone-chilling chill, sweeping the whole body.The man's spiritual pressure was as majestic as a mountain that was about to roll down, making him almost out of breath, his body trembling, and he couldn't control it, if it wasn't for his amazing will and half sitting on the ground, otherwise he might be prostrate on the ground immediately. Perform the ceremony of kneeling and worshiping.

This is the mighty aura of Transcending Tribulation Period.

Lin Fangsheng had no way to resist, he followed his words honestly, and raised his head towards the place where he made his voice.But there was a stream of cold sweat slowly dripping down from his back.

The man smiled: "Yan Xie once told you to stay away from me? Do you know why?"