Volume 5: Seven Dao Sects Chapter 23: If You Don't Make Anything
At this moment, outside the Soul Sealing Tower, on top of the seven huge mountains, different scenes appeared in front of the monks from the top hundred sects.
They are qualified to observe the specific situation of each monk participating in the re-examination, but everyone's focus is different, so this situation arises.
The seven great masters from the seven great Taoist sects were sitting in mid-air, smiling and talking in low voices.
In front of them, dozens of scenes were constantly interweaving, showing the performance of the monks who were taking part in the trial in the Spirit Sealing Tower.
"Huh?" The Palace Master Lingye of Taiqing Palace, with fluttering black hair, seemed to have discovered something. His eyes flashed brightly. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped one of the pictures. The picture that he was about to switch to suddenly stopped.
The actions of Palace Master Lingye immediately attracted the attention of the other six great cultivators.
"What good seedlings has Palace Master Lingye discovered?" The master of Shuiyue Temple asked softly at first, while fixing his eyes on the picture.
This was a bald, muscular man who was over two meters tall. Only a quarter of an hour had passed since he entered the tower, but he had already reached the sixth floor.
What is even more surprising is that this person seems to have infinite thunder contained in his body, which is poured out at his feet!
In the sixth-level illusion space filled with yellow sand, the bald strong man instantly turned into a dazzling lightning figure. Countless lightning bolts rushed out from his body and instantly spread throughout his body along the ground under his feet.
The next moment, under the protection of lightning, the bald strong man seemed to teleport, and a strange trajectory flashed through the void. In just a few breaths, he passed through the yellow sand giant rising from the ground in the desert and broke into the teleportation array.
Five breaths later, with a flash of spiritual light, the bald strong man had entered the seventh floor of the Soul Sealing Tower .
"It turns out that he is practicing both thunder magic and body refining. That's quite interesting..." The Xuankong Saint Master also became interested at this time. With a thought in his mind, the information about this bald strong man came into everyone's sight.
"Lin Guihai, 35 years old, Golden Core Perfection, practicing both Dharma and Body, from the Zhongtian Lin family."
“It turns out that he is from the Zhongtian Lin family, no wonder…” Palace Master Lingye murmured.
"Not bad. His martial arts system is quite suitable for both Taiqing Palace and Longxiang Temple." Headmaster Chang Geng also nodded slightly and commented.
Lin Guihai was the first participating monk to attract Dao Zong’s attention.
But it definitely won't be the only one.
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Inside the Fengling Tower.
Boom boom boom!
The roar of battle continued to sound one after another, and spiritual energy surged everywhere.
This is a vast ocean.
Fifteen early-stage third-grade sea beasts were lurking in the sea, constantly launching surprise attacks on Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan, on the other hand, showed an attitude of fighting to the end, with no intention of retreating at all.
The sword energy replaced the sword armor that consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy to protect him. He held the peach blossom and his figure kept passing above the sea, like a navigator, and suddenly thrust a sword towards the seemingly calm sea below.
puff!
It was this seemingly random sword strike that actually hit a real object.
It was a siren that looked like an octopus.
The sharp sword energy shrouding the sword immediately split into dozens of sword energy threads, penetrating deep into the body of the sea monster, and then with a slight twist, it strangled it into countless pieces.
Lu Qingshan did not stop his killing spree, creating wave after wave in the ocean. The sea monsters' magic spells attacked Lu Qingshan, but were all broken up by the sword energy lingering around him.
The Ten Thousand Swords Technique can be used for both offense and defense, and the increase in strength it brings to him is indeed visible to the naked eye.
As the last mermaid was chopped into pieces by Lu Qingshan, the smell of blood spread.
Lu Qingshan's heart was slightly shaken.
Although he knew that what he saw was an illusion, the scene was still so real that it was hard to believe.
Even though their cultivation base is not very high and the opponents they conjure up will not be stronger than the Nascent Soul stage, it is still conceivable that to support the operation of such a huge illusion array, a huge amount of spirit stones will be consumed every moment.
Only the seven great Taoist sects and Daxia, which stand at the top of the cultivation world, can afford to spend so much without frowning, and all just for an assessment.
A teleporting aura enveloped Lu Qingshan.
As long as all the guarding phantoms are killed, the participating monks will be automatically teleported to the next level.
This is to prevent some monks from trying to gain more time to recover by delaying entering the teleportation array.
Lu Qingshan closed his eyes slightly, feeling that his murderous sword intent had increased a little bit, and he was quite satisfied.
The more you kill, the more you level up!
As long as he could hold on to a high enough level, perhaps, before the end of the re-examination, he would have a chance to elevate his killing sword intent to the unity realm!
The combat power improvement brought by sword intent is of qualitative level.
At the early stage of the Golden Elixir, the Dragon Sparrow Sword, with the killing sword intent attached to it, can increase its flying speed from seven times the speed of sound to twelve times the speed of sound.
This is already a terrifying increase of almost double, but it is merely the effect brought about by the weak realm killing sword intent.
The power of artistic conception is self-evident.
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The scene in front of him changed, and the next moment, Lu Qingshan appeared on the fourth floor of the Spirit Sealing Tower.
This is a desert.
When he appeared, the sound of rustling was heard in the desert.
Then, twenty huge sand scorpions slowly crawled out from the quicksand, their hammer-like scorpion tails swaying slowly, flashing bursts of cold light.
This time, Lu Qingshan did not rush out of the safe zone rashly.
Each level of the Spirit Sealing Tower is more difficult than the previous one. His fighting style requires him to maintain his combat power at its peak. Moreover, the slight improvement in the killing sword intent also requires some time to comprehend.
Therefore, he will make the most of this day's rest time!
While Lu Qingshan was still advancing steadily and without haste, more cultivators chose to go all out and make a mad sprint.
Some people have even made it to the ninth floor.
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Outside the Fengling Tower.
When the first cultivator reached the ninth floor, almost all the cultivators from all the major sects focused their attention on this cultivator.
In the ninth layer of the wood environment, fifty black panther monsters were wandering in the forest with an angry look on their faces.
Because they had sensed that someone had just entered this place, but they could not find any human figure and could only patrol back and forth like headless flies.
The next moment, an intense flash of spiritual power suddenly appeared above the teleportation array behind them.
A young monk in a gray Taoist robe, using some unknown means, had passed all the black panther monsters and stood in the teleportation array.
After seeing this scene, all the black panther monsters went crazy and tried frantically to stop the gray-robed monk.
In their mouths, spiritual power fluctuated and a black ball of light condensed at an extremely fast speed.
Then they aimed at the gray-robed monk in the teleportation array and spit out this huge black ball of light, with amazing waves and terrifying power.
But the next moment, the gray-robed monk just stretched out his finger and lightly drew it in front of himself, and a deep crack appeared in the blink of an eye.
This gap was like a giant mouth, swallowing all the black light balls without causing any fluctuations.
Afterwards, the gray-robed monk disappeared from the ninth floor and appeared on the tenth .
It only took less than twenty breaths.
