Chapter 130

There is no time for cultivation. For practitioners, time is fleeting in the blink of an eye. For powerful martial arts cultivation, it has been hundreds of years since they wake up.

Unconsciously, Qin Xuan has been in the black tower for a year. In a twinkling of an eye, it is close to the time agreed by Chifeng and him.

On the first floor of the black tower, there are countless light groups flying. Each light group contains the power of artistic conception, which is strong and weak. The faster the flight speed is, the stronger the light is, and the more terrible the power of artistic conception is. Even, it may be the ultimate power of artistic conception in the legend.

He divided Qin Xuan's time into two months to capture all the light in front of him.

After all, the light group with too slow speed has little effect on him, while the artistic conception power of the light group with too fast speed must be very difficult to understand, I'm afraid it will take a long time.

In the remaining six months, he spent all his time understanding the captured light masses, because he found that once these light masses were captured, they would not run away, but directly stop in place. In this way, he would not have to worry about the captured light masses, and he could catch other light masses with all his strength while he didn't notice.

In the first six months, Qin Xuan had a very full life. He ran at a high speed every day and launched a fierce chase with guangtuan, which was more painful than fighting with the demon Tianjiao. After all, guangtuan was only a conscious body. No matter how powerful the attack was, it had no effect on it. Only with absolute speed could he capture it.

Therefore, even if there were six months, Qin Xuan only captured six light groups in total, which was captured by him with all his efforts and means. It can be said that he worked hard.

Chifeng often appears in the void to observe Qin Xuan's progress. However, after reading it every time, he can't help beating his chest and sighing. He looks angry. He looks like he hates iron but doesn't make steel. This boy is really ashamed!

It's a pity that Qin Xuan can't hear Chifeng's angry scolding. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll spit blood three liters directly. It's just playing with him!

In the remaining six months, Qin Xuan had a preliminary understanding of the artistic conception power of three light groups, namely: cold ice artistic conception, violent artistic conception and demon artistic conception.

The ice artistic conception is similar to the flame artistic conception. It belongs to two basic attribute forces. It is relatively easy to understand, and it is not of great value.

Qin Xuan chose to understand the artistic conception of cold ice because he suddenly had an idea in his mind. What would it be like to integrate the two relative artistic conception forces of fire and cold ice?

You know, water and fire are incompatible, especially cold ice and fire. But what kind of power will it achieve if the two forces are combined to reach a balance point and erupt again?

Whether he can succeed or not is unknown, but Qin Xuan still wants to have a try. Maybe the final result will surprise him.

The violent artistic conception is a relatively rare artistic conception power, which can make the breath of the martial arts suddenly violent, even beyond the peak period. In other words, it can improve the strength of the martial arts in a short time, send out the attack of violent hegemony, and then cooperate with the art of great killing, which has a powerful effect.

As for the artistic conception of the demon, it is to further enhance the defense of the flesh. The flesh of the demon beast is born stronger than human beings. It has the spirit of the demon to protect the body, so they don't need to understand the artistic conception of the demon.

Human beings rarely understand the artistic conception of demons. One of the main reasons is that it is very difficult to understand the artistic conception of demons. It is almost impossible to live with demons and beasts for a long time and feel their breath at a close distance.

However, this seemingly impossible thing was realized in Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan once practiced around the demons in the broken soul mountain for a period of time, and had a deep feeling for their breath. Later, he came to the historic sites to practice, and came into contact with the young people of the major demon families. Finally, he felt the artistic conception of the demon in the light group and understood that nature is a natural thing.

By this time, Qin Xuan had realized that there were more than ten artistic conception forces, namely, sword artistic conception, wind artistic conception, flame artistic conception, violent artistic conception, demon artistic conception, fantasy artistic conception, earth artistic conception, force artistic conception, cold ice artistic conception and thunder artistic conception.

The ten artistic conception have their own characteristics, both offensive and defensive. If they are displayed together, they will reach an extremely terrible level. The nine artistic conception forces are not only superficial, but also full of infinite possibilities. If they can be integrated with each other, their power will be beyond imagination,

Today's Qin Xuan's strength is terrible, like a transformation. Unless he meets an extremely rebellious opponent, he will sweep everything and easily crush the martial arts in the same territory.

"One year is up. Are you ready?"

Just then, a voice of nothingness came out, and a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out of the void. Naturally, it was the red wind.

Qin Xuan looked at Chifeng and said, "I've seen chilao."

Chifeng nodded gently, glanced at Qin Xuan at will, and then said faintly, "are you very proud of ten artistic conception forces?"

Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze and stared at Chifeng.

"For ordinary people, ten artistic conception forces are already the top existence, enough to easily crush everything." Chifeng said slowly, "however, in front of the real demons, ten artistic conception forces are just the starting point."

"Ten, just start?" Qin Xuan's heart trembled, some incredible.

Chifeng seemed to see the idea in Qin Xuan's heart and sighed: "the place where you live is too small, just like a drop of rain in the vast river, insignificant. In such a small place, what degree can the so-called Tianjiao reach?"

Qin Xuan suddenly became silent and didn't speak. He just listened to Chifeng's words quietly.

"The road of martial arts is endless. The ultimate achievement of a martial arts cultivation depends not only on his own talent and opportunity, but also on his vision. If he is short-sighted and complacent with only a small achievement, his road of martial arts will come to an end." Chifeng said with a long focus, looking solemn.

"What red old man said is very true. I understand." Qin Xuan bowed.

Seeing Qin Xuan's humility, Chifeng flashed a look of appreciation in his eyes and said, "it's not that I can beat you, but that's the truth, but you don't need to belittle yourself. After all, your starting point is much lower than those evil figures. Your temporary deficiency is nothing. You must guard against arrogance and impatience in order to achieve great achievements."

Qin Xuan nodded deeply and said, "please write it down and follow the instructions of your predecessors."

"Very good." Chifeng nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to think of something and asked, "your cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth floor of Kaiyuan realm. Which yuan soul are you going to condense as the third yuan soul?"

Qin Xuan looked stunned, but he soon reacted, and he was unable to laugh or cry.

In this year, he paid almost all his attention to the strength of artistic conception, but did not pay much attention to his cultivation. Unexpectedly, it is now the peak of the ninth floor of Kaiyuan realm. It is really a surprise.

"The younger generation of the third yuan soul hasn't figured it out yet. Does old Chi have any suggestions?" Qin Xuan asked.

The first soul of Qin Xuan is the soul of the holy sword, which pursues the overbearing way of killing and killing everything, while the second soul is the gilded ten thousand Buddha staff, which has the supreme power of Buddhism and cooperates with the palm of the great God of heaven to suppress everything.

The first two kinds of Yuan soul are that he has thought about what path he wants to take before choosing yuan soul, but now he has no clue.

Chifeng pondered for a moment and didn't know what he was thinking. Then he opened his mouth and said, "your path of cultivation was chosen by fen qing for you. When he wakes up, let him give you advice."

"Burning old man has consumed a lot of soul power to heal me. I don't know when he can recover." Qin Xuan frowned, and a worried look appeared between his eyebrows.

"Ha ha, you don't have to worry about it. His soul power is very strong. Few people can compare with his soul power." "Soon, the dark wind will wake up," I thought

"If so, that would be great." Qin Xuan's eyebrows finally stretched out.

Although burning the old only existed in his mind, he always guarded him silently and paved the way for him to practice. He cared about him like his elders. Although some feelings were not expressed, he could feel them personally. Qin Xuan had long regarded him as a close relative and respected him.

"After you leave, I will close the historic site until you come next time. I hope you have grown up next time I see you." Chifeng said to Qin Xuan, with a look of hope in his eyes.

Qin Xuan's eyes coagulated, and then said, "can red old man have other orders?"

Chifeng showed a meaningful look and said, "no, I've returned one of your two things, and I'll give it to you when you come next time."

Qin Xuan was surprised. He had two things in red old hands?

He has never been to the black tower before. Naturally, it is impossible for him to leave something to red old man. What's the matter? What's that thing?

However, red old man didn't seem to want to answer Qin Xuan's doubts. He laughed a few times, and his body shape disappeared into the void.

At the moment of the disappearance of chilao, a brilliant light came down from the sky. Cracks were broken in the void, like a mirror. It was extremely smooth and dazzling. It was refracted by the divine light and spread all over the world.

The whole body was shrouded in the light. Qin Xuan only felt that his heart was very happy, and even his perception became more sensitive. His blood and bones roared faintly, and there was a roaring sound. He seemed to be jumping with joy and greedily absorbed every ray of light.

Gradually, the light on Qin Xuan became more and more powerful and dazzling. Suddenly, there was a strong spatial fluctuation sweeping through the void. Then the figure in the light gradually became blurred and finally disappeared in this bright world.