Soul Devouring Sword Master

After leaving the main hall, Lin Xiao returned to his courtyard.

In fact, he could have applied to practice in the ice room. As his eldest son, he was fully qualified. However, after a great battle, other disciples and elders must also need healing and cultivation, and Lin Xiao also needed a separate space. To practice, he returned to his courtyard.

In the courtyard, Lin Xiao activated his exclusive jade token, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in energy light. Then, he began to practice.

Since his fight with the old man in gray robe, Lin Xiao has fought against the Holy Spirit Realm many times. He has increasingly felt the importance of cultivation. If his cultivation is not enough, no matter how strong his martial arts is, how high his talent is, or how deep his artistic conception is. There are more, but it is useless, and they will still be crushed.

Lin Xiao was lucky. Because of his pseudo-god-level spiritual veins, his spiritual energy was extremely strong. If he were in an ordinary spiritual realm, he would definitely be crushed.

There is a huge gap between the spiritual realm and the holy spirit realm. Lin Xiao understands this deeply, and he is becoming more and more eager to break through the holy spirit realm.

But to break through, the prerequisite is that his artistic conception must reach level three.

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Xiao turned over his hand, and a Najie appeared. It was Lei Dao Rao Najie.

Taoist Lei, the ancestor of the Thunder Prison Sect, is a Holy Spirit Realm, and the artistic conception of thunder has reached the third level. Lin Xiao estimates that there should be something related to the cultivation of the artistic conception of thunder in his Najie.

As expected, there were many Caidibao in Najie to assist in cultivating the artistic conception of thunder. There was even a section of wind and thunder wood, but it was shorter than what Lin Xiao had gotten before, only half of it.

In addition, there are some elixirs that assist in practicing the artistic conception of thunder. Lin Xiao has never seen many of them, but as someone who practices the artistic conception of thunder, he can feel that these things are of great help in improving the artistic conception of thunder.

The more he looked, the more excited Lin Xiao became. He quickly gathered these things together and said, "With these things, my Thunder Concept can break through to the third level. There is great hope."

Time was running out, Lin Xiao immediately devoted himself to practicing Zheng Zheng

----

Ice Spirit Palace.

boom! boom...

A large swath of sword energy, sword light and other energy attacks swept out and bombarded the palace-protecting formation, causing ripples and making the palace-protecting formation tremble.

In the Ice Spirit Palace, all the elders and disciples stood in the void, their brows furrowed and their faces extremely gloomy.

The leader was Bing Hanxin. At this moment, she frowned and looked forward. There was a trace of worry between her eyebrows.

There were thousands of people outside the formation, including many masters from Huangji Palace and Blood Evil Sect.

The leaders were Wu Huang, the master of the Huangji Palace, and the ancestor of the Huangji Palace. Behind them were the master and ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect, a total of three Holy Spirit Realms.

At this moment, Wu Huang, the ancestors of the Huangji Palace, and the ancestors of the Blood Evil Sect were at the forefront, attacking the palace-protecting formation of the Ice Spirit Palace, while others were assisting from the side.

Large swaths of energy attacks came one after another, constantly bombarding the palace-protecting formation. They exploded and splashed energy. Although the palace-protecting formation was shaking violently, it was never damaged.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed.

On the Huangji Palace side, the attack stopped. The continuous fierce attacks also consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish energy.

On the Bingling Palace side, Bing Hanxin and others also quickly carved spiritual patterns, and the spiritual patterns condensed out and submerged into the palace-protecting formation. They seemed to be repairing and strengthening.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Huang's face was a little gloomy, "Ancestor, it's already three years old. The palace protection formation of Bingling Palace is really strong, and Bing Hanxin, that bitch, has been engraving spiritual patterns to strengthen it. If the formation continues like this, it will be difficult for us to break through the Ice Spirit Palace.”

The ancestor of the Huangji Palace, an old man with gray hair and a boyish face, glanced at the palace protection formation and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, although they have been strengthening the formation, after all, they cannot completely repair it. Over the past few years, Bing Ling has The palace's protective formation has become more and more loose. As long as it takes some time, it can always be broken. Moreover, these people are inscribed with spiritual patterns and need to be replenished with spiritual stones. Sooner or later, they will be exhausted. By then, the Ice Spirit Palace will , it will be breached sooner or later!”

"Besides, don't forget that there are disciples of the Holy Sect on Yunfei's side. When they are done, they will come to help us. By then, no matter how strong this palace-protecting formation is, it will be broken."

Upon hearing this, Wu Huang's eyes lit up and he nodded. The next moment, his expression suddenly changed, he turned his hand, and a jade stone appeared.

"What's wrong?"

The ancestor of Huangji Palace asked.

"Oops, something happened over there with Lu Ming and the others!"

Wu Huang frowned, confused.

"how come?"

The ancestor of Huangji Palace also looked surprised. Logically speaking, with the help of the disciples of the Holy Sect on Lu Ming's side, there should be no problem in dealing with a sword sect.

Not long after, a burst of wind sounded, and several figures flew towards this side.

"It's Yunfei and the others!"

Wu Huang's expression changed, but he saw Long Yunfei running towards him with a panicked look on his face. There was a look of panic on his face, and he looked very embarrassed, without any confidence and energy as before.

The two people following closely behind were Xue Gang and Li Feng. Both of them were seriously injured. They used a concealment talisman hidden at the bottom of the box to escape narrowly. Later, they met Long Yunfei halfway, and the three of them together Come here.

"Yunfei!"

Wu Huang hurriedly walked over, only to see Long Yunfei running towards him panting, with a look of fear on his face.

"What's going on? Where are the others? Where is Lu Ming?"

Wu Huang asked.

"Lu Ming, he's dead!"

Long Yunfei said in shock, he couldn't help but tremble. If he was one step behind Lu Ming, he would probably follow in Lu Ming's footsteps.