Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

Just now, he received information from Chuanyinfu, a disciple who has been monitoring Sect outside Shangxuan.

A group of people from Shangxuanzong are coming over here.

Holding Ling Qing'er in his arms, Lin Jingzhe jumped down from the cliff of Wanzhang.

Although he was falling rapidly, there was no expression on Lin Jingzhe's face.

"when!"

A cyan Sword Ray galloped from the clouds in the distance.

It chased the falling Lin Jingzhe, and finally surpassed Lin Jingzhe, hovering steadily under Lin Jingzhe's feet.

This year.

The Flying Sword that Lin Jingzhe acquired from Xuan Jizi's hands has also undergone a lot of changes.

It was originally a little bleak, but now it seems to be enveloped by a hazy-cyan Sword Ray.

Above the sword, there was a dangerous light.

Stepping on the Flying Sword, Lin Jingzhe hugged Ling Qing'er and galloped towards a valley.

. . . . . .

Click! Click!

In the Valley of Skeletons.

The hundreds of thousands of low-level skeletons summoned by Lin Jingzhe are very different from a year ago, fragile, decayed, and seem to fall apart at any time.

At this moment, under the nourishment of Spiritual Qi, the bones on their bodies disappeared.

Even the soul fire in their heads that seemed to be extinguished at any time, faintly increased.

Led by a black skeleton, hundreds of thousands of skeleton soldiers lined up neatly in the valley.

The bone spears they held in their hands followed the black skeletons in various actions.

Although it was just a simple stab forward, under such a huge scale, all this seemed extremely spectacular and shocking.

It is foreseeable that if they are given enough time, when these skeletons fully grow up, they will be an extremely powerful army of skeletons.

"Kaba Kaba..."

Suddenly, Black Skull No. 44 raised his head, and the pitch-black jaws collided with each other to produce special syllables.

Hearing this special syllable, all the skeletons raised their heads following the movement of No. 44 and looked into the sky.

Click..

Lin Jingzhe fell from the mid-air. Where Flying Sword passed, hundreds of thousands of skeletons raised their heads together.

In the past year, these skeletons have not only followed the No. 44 drill every day, but also helped Lin Jingzhe to do a lot of things.

For example, building a formation base.

Help Lin Jingzhe dig out a huge underground space on the mountain where the Qingyang Sect is located.

It can be said that without these skeletons, many of Lin Jingzhe's plans are absolutely impossible to complete.

"I have seen the head."

"I have seen the head."

...

Entering the Skeleton Valley, Lin Jingzhe soon came to a cave.

Soon Lin Jingzhe entered deep underground.

Along the way, the disciples of the Qingyang School saw Lin Jingzhe salute Lin Jingzhe one after another.

"Head, all the disciples have arrived at the predetermined location."

"Everyone has withdrawn in."

Ling Qing'er was placed, and Lin Jingzhe soon came to a place full of formations.

Many disciples of the Qingyang Sect are busy here. When Lin Jingzhe comes in, a rather thin cultivator comes forward and reports to Lin Jingzhe: "The test has just been completed, and all formations can operate without hindrance."

"Um."

Hearing the report from the thin disciple, Lin Jingzhe nodded slightly.

Immediately Lin Jingzhe walked to the futon in the middle of the secret room, and then sat down cross-legged.

Close your eyes, and deep in Lin Jingzhe's mind, a huge ball of light appeared in Lin Jingzhe's consciousness.

This ball of light was cultivated after Lin Jingzhe's cultivation Meditation method.

When the knight was apprentice, the ball of light was only as big as the tip of a needle, and when it came to the knight, it was as big as a longan.

When it comes to the big knight, it has the size of a fist.

The apprentice of magic is the size of a baby's head, and the little magician is no different from the head of an adult.

Although the sphere of light is not very large, the area it can illuminate is much larger.

Now this sphere of light, the size of an adult's head, can cover an area as large as a village.

Cultivation Martial Dao, Cultivation Technique, Magic, Internal Strength.

Lin Jingzhe slowly explored, and slowly understood the differences in these different cultivation systems.

Martial Dao's qi and blood and internal strength cultivation are both self, a process of constantly growing oneself.

Magic and Cultivation Technique are both a process of continuous practice and exploration to control external energy.

Magic controls various magic elements, while Cultivation Technique controls the power of heaven and earth such as Spiritual Qi.

One is inside and the other is outside.

The two different cultivation systems have brought Lin Jingzhe's understanding of cultivation to another level.

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The amount of mental energy in the magic system actually has something in common with the divine sense and soul in the immortal cultivation system.

If converted, the amount of Mental Energy of Lin Jingzhe Little Mage is roughly equivalent to the intensity of Divine Sense in the Gold Core period.

In other words, although Lin Jingzhe's Taoist Realm has only reached the thirteenth level of Qi training, his soul is already comparable to the Gold Core ancestor.

Powerful Divine Sense, this is one of Lin Jingzhe's current trump cards.

Perceiving the ball of light in his body, the own Divine Sense controlled by Lin Jingzhe extends from his brain towards the array that has been arranged around own.

. . . . . .

"boom!"

Above the Qingyang Sect.

Xuan Tianzi, who had just arrived at Qingyang Sect, waved his hand casually.

The small seal in his hand was thrown at the gate of the Qingyang Sect. That small seal was called the Sifang seal, which was the soul treasure of the son of Xuan Tian.

Xiaoyin became visible to the naked eye between the breaths thrown by Xuantianzi.

When it finally fell on the ground, Xiaoyin had become the size of a hill.

There was only a loud noise, and there was a deafening explosion in the mountain gate of the Qingyang Sect that was shrouded in fog.

"Han Tian, ​​the old man, come out!"

"Some grievances between you and me should be settled."

Controlling his own natal Magic Treasures constantly bombarded the Sect of the Qingyang Sect, the son of Xuantian sounded like Honglu's big bell.

Over the past year, although Shang Xuanzong has not come to attack the Qingyang Sect, investigations into the Qingyang Sect have been ongoing.

However, what made the Shangxuanzong people more helpless was that Qingyangzong had been in Sect tightly closed state for this year.

And because the Qingyang Sect has always been shrouded by formation, no one knows what the Qingyang Sect is.

"Ancestor."

"Still nothing happened."

After dozens of bombardments, the Qingyang Sect, which was shrouded in white mist, still didn't have any movement.

Xuan Zhenzi, the head of Shang Xuanzong, walked to the side of Xuan Tianzi, shook his head and said, "We puppets seem to have never encountered any enemies."

Because Xuan Jizi led people into the Qingyang Sect and the entire army was wiped out last time, everyone who came to Shang Xuanzong was a lot more vigilant this time.

They did not rush into the white mist, but first sent puppets to investigate. Xi.

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