Soul Devouring Sword Master

As soon as these vampire bats left, he would immediately go out and cut Lin Xiao into pieces.

"These vampire bats are almost done. It's time to run away, run away."

Lin Xiao patted Bai underneath him. Bai immediately understood and turned around to leave.

"Damn it, you beast, you can't run very far, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Looking at Lin Xiao's leaving figure, Mo Wuya said fiercely.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lin Xiao jumped down from Bai's body and said, "Bai, help me protect the law and be wary of those vampire bats. I want to understand the artistic conception here."

"Woooo..."

Bai nodded obediently, called twice, walked up to Lin Xiao, and rubbed his neck with his smooth hair.

"Spiritual grass, I don't have much left. Here are fifty. Save some."

Then, Lin Xiao took out fifty spiritual grasses and threw them to Bai.

"Woooo..."

Bai screamed a few more times, his two watery eyes looking at Lin Xiao for a moment, and then rubbed Lin Xiao's neck, as if pleading.

"Oh, I really can't stand you. Now, I still have more than a hundred spiritual grasses here. I gave them all to you, but I don't have any anymore."

Lin Xiao curled his lips and threw out more than a hundred spiritual grasses. This time, all the spiritual grasses were gone.

"Woo... Boss is the best!"

Bai screamed happily twice, holding the spiritual herbs in his mouth and paws and walked aside.

"Hey, this guy's body has grown bigger, and he will definitely eat more in the future. Feeding him will be a problem."

Lin Xiao sighed and seemed to have a headache.

But when Bai Bai got the spiritual grass, his whole body flashed with light. Soon, his body shrank again and returned to its original appearance. Then he grabbed a handful of spiritual grass and ate it in big gulps.

"It turns out it can change, but the appetite is still the same."

Lin Xiao was slightly surprised, then walked aside and began to understand the artistic conception.

Along the way, he saw many artistic conceptions, including some common ones such as wind, fire, thunder, and water. He took away the residual knowledge of the artistic conceptions that were useful to him to prevent them from being destroyed by that old guy Mo Wuya.

When he got up, Lin Xiao found a lot of remnants of the wind and thunder artistic conceptions, but there was no such thing as the sword artistic conception.

It's no wonder that the artistic conception of the sword, referred to as the sword's intention, is a special kind of artistic conception that is difficult to understand.

Artistic conceptions all evolve from potential.

In ordinary artistic conception, the corresponding potential is only divided into four levels, entry, achievement, dacheng and perfection.

The sword intention, corresponding to the sword power, is divided into nine levels, that is, the third level. Those who understand the sword power are called sword kings. According to the level of the sword power they understand, they are divided into one to three levels of sword kings.

Now, Lin Xiao's sword power has reached the fifth level, and he can be called a second-level sword king.

Only after the nine-fold sword power is unified can the sword intention be evolved. Therefore, the sword intention is more difficult to comprehend than most artistic conceptions. A swordsman who understands the sword intention is called the Sword King.

There are probably only a handful of Sword Emperors in the entire Canglan Region.

Therefore, it is normal that the sword intention cannot be seen in this soul-breaking abyss.

Without thinking too much, Lin Xiao sat cross-legged and concentrated on comprehending the artistic conception. As long as the artistic conception of the earth is improved and there are enough spiritual crystals, the cultivation level can be broken through quickly.

Previously, Lin Xiao's conception of thunder had already reached the late stage of maturity, and he planned to upgrade his conception of wind to the late stage of maturity as well. Then, hit Dacheng.

From success to dacheng is a watershed, and it is also a hurdle. If he can get over it, Lin Xiao's strength will make a leap.

Taking out the residual consciousness of the wind that he had comprehended before, holding a blue light ball in his hand, and holding the enlightenment branch in the other hand, Lin Xiao began to devote himself to the realization of the wind.

Soon, an hour passed, and Lin Xiao felt that his wind intention was making rapid progress and moving towards the later stage.

At the same time, all the vampire bats near Mo Wuya had flown away. He put away his magic weapon and walked in the direction Lin Xiao left, with a cold expression on his face.

Due to the gravity at the bottom of the cliff, Mo Wuya's speed was a bit slow, but he still walked out bit by bit.

Two hours later.

Uh-huh!

Lin Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with light.

"The Intention of the Wind has finally reached the late stage of maturity. The next step is to break through to Dacheng!"

Lin Xiao was overjoyed. He couldn't help but realize that the artistic conception contained in the residual consciousness of these powerful men was of great help. It was simply much easier to use than the secret crystals.

After all, the artistic conception in these residual consciousnesses is either a great achievement or a peak. It is extremely rich. Coupled with the assistance of the Enlightenment Branch, it is normal for Lin Xiao's artistic conception to break through so quickly.

"Beast, I finally found you. I'm going to tear you apart, bruise your bones, and scatter your bones into ashes!"

Suddenly, a voice filled with cold murderous intent sounded, naturally it was Mo Wuya.

"This old guy actually found his way here. He is really persistent."

Lin Xiao stood up, his eyes dim.

Although his artistic conception has improved, his cultivation is still not enough. He is not Mo Wuya's opponent yet, so he can only resort to tricks.