activa-t Chapter 352 Level 9!
Chapter 352 Level 9!
Leng Zhuxin shouted coldly, but the voice never sounded again.
Without any hesitation, she slammed her head against the wall, breaking the illusion cleanly and neatly.
Everything around her faded away quickly, leaving only her trapped in the ice and snow, and a snow-white sword not far away!
Leng Zhuxin looked at Chen Bingjian with an increasingly cold expression, and she actually wanted to unilaterally terminate the contract with Chen Bingjian!
But if this Shenbing Sword cannot form a contract with her, then it can be destroyed.
Leng Zhuxin thought coldly.
Quickly walking to the front of the Shenbing Sword, Su Bai's hand grasped the hilt of the Shenbing Sword and pulled it out forcefully: "My sea of consciousness won't allow you to run wild! Get out!"
She roared and pulled out the Shenbing Sword completely.
The ice and snow completely melted, revealing the original appearance of the sea of consciousness.
Fu Yijing and Lianhua floated over and rubbed Leng Zhuxin, as if to comfort her and not want her to be angry because of such a sword.
The contract between Leng Zhuxin and Chen Bingjian has been signed, and she is the owner of Chen Bingjian.
Before, she was just weak after having her blood sucked away, and the sword spirit of the Shenbing Sword took advantage of the opportunity when the contract had just been formed and trapped her in an illusion.
Once the illusion is broken, the sword spirit of the Shenbing Sword will not be able to use its extraordinary power against its master, her.
Leng Zhuxin looked coldly at the sword spirit of the Shenbing Sword in her hand, and expelled it from her sea of consciousness without any hesitation.
At the same time, her consciousness withdrew from the sea of consciousness and opened her tightly closed eyes.
He tore off the Shenbing Sword that had transformed into a soft sword and was wrapped around her waist, not caring at all even though a wound was cut on his own waist.
Throw it back into the sword box with force.
With a "snap" sound, he closed the sword case and threw it into the Han Yusuo space.
The sword spirit, which originally just wanted to tease its new master, now realized that it had really made the new master angry.
I want to apologize but don't know how to start.
When he prepared himself mentally and wanted to apologize, he found that Leng Zhuxin had cut off all contact with him.
Although the contract is still there, they can no longer communicate with each other.
To be honest, this new owner is excellent. He is born with a sword heart and sword bones. He is extremely talented.
I don’t know how many swordsmen have dreamt of her.
It is a great honor for the sword to be able to sign a contract with its new owner.
It just has to be so shameless!
It made the new owner angry and it seemed like he didn't want it anymore.
The sword spirit was in tears and wanted to slap himself a few times. He was so anxious that he was spinning around in the sword box.
Why is it so cheap? Why does it have to be so cheap?
The sword spirit kept cursing himself, regretting it so much that his intestines turned green.
Leng Zhuxin didn't care about it. She took a healing pill, and after the wounds on her hands and waist healed, she jumped down from the platform.
There are still many remains of monks in the sword tomb. Some have turned into bones, and some were killed by the strong wind today.
Without exception, they were all blown into pieces by the strong wind.
It was then sealed under the ice by the falling snow and wind.
The weapons in the sword tomb were still exposed above the ice, but they did not attack Leng Zhuxin again.
The door to the fourth floor had been opened at some point.
The fourth level can only be entered after obtaining a spiritual sword or other spiritual weapon in the sword tomb and making a contract with it.
When a cultivator chooses a spirit sword, the spirit sword is also choosing its master.
Leng Zhuxin was very puzzled. She wondered why Shen Bingjian had chosen her but still sucked her into the illusion to test her.
But she didn't think much about it, thinking that the sword was not destined for her, and went straight to the fourth floor.
The fourth floor is not as dangerous as the first three floors.
Everywhere you look are sword techniques, and any cultivator who enters the fourth floor can choose one to leave the tower.
Of course, these sword techniques are also matched with the spiritual swords that the monks obtained on the third level.
As soon as a monk comes in, the corresponding sword technique will automatically appear before his eyes.
The sword technique that was suitable for the Shenbing Sword that Leng Zhuxin obtained had already been placed in the Han Yusuo space by Leng Hua, so when Leng Zhuxin arrived at the fourth floor, what flew in front of her was just an ordinary ice sword technique.
She didn't despise it and put away the sword skills, planning to learn them in her spare time.
No matter what kind of swordsmanship, everyone uses it differently.
The truth is simple. Even simple martial arts and swordsmanship have their own charm.
As soon as he started to use the sword, the tower door opposite him opened. Leng Zhuxin thought it was a door leading outside the tower, but unexpectedly, there was a staircase leading upwards outside the tower door.
The fifth floor, the sixth floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor, the ninth floor!
The gates of each tower were open, leaving only a small passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
The corridor connected to the upward stairs. It was not until he stood on the ice surface of the ninth floor that Leng Zhuxin saw something different.
It is an ice-blue bead floating on the ice.
Without even thinking, Leng Zhuxin knew it was the Ice Spirit Pearl. She quickly sat down cross-legged and began to practice.
The icy air in the tower was extremely heavy, and the ice spirit roots continued to grow thicker.
Leng Zhuxin's eyelashes and hair seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.
The Ice Spirit Pearl circled around Leng Zhuxin, but was reluctant to enter the center of Leng Zhuxin's eyebrows.
There was no sun or moon in the tower. Leng Zhuxin didn't know how long he had been practicing before the ice inside the tower completely dissipated, revealing the space sealed beneath the ice.
Leng Zhuxin, who was still floating in the air in a cultivation posture, also felt a chill between his eyebrows at this moment.
The lotus in her sea of consciousness dropped another ice-blue lotus seed, and her cultivation level unexpectedly leaped into the Nascent Soul stage!
When he opened his eyes again, Leng Zhuxin landed gracefully on the ground.
It landed on the real ground of the ninth floor, which was the center of a formation.
A light blue beam of light fell down. Leng Zhuxin looked up and saw the glass bead on the top of the tower, which turned into a small tower.
The style of the small tower is exactly the same as the Tower of Babel, and it rotates on top of the glass bead whose diameter is larger than its own.
The light blue beam in the center of the formation just passed through the small tower and fell down.
Leng Zhuxin looked at the formation under his feet and then glanced at the small tower.
After thinking about it, he flew up and held the small tower tightly in his palm.
The small tower stopped rotating, and Leng Zhuxin brought the small tower back to the center of the formation, and sent a little of his spiritual consciousness into the small tower.
At the same time, he cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the top of the small tower.
She had a hunch that this small tower was the soul of the Tower of Babel. As long as she could completely refine this small tower, she would be able to conquer the Tower of Babel!
Sure enough, after the blood fell on the Tower of Babel, it did not flow along the tower body, but was instantly absorbed by the small tower.
The trace of spiritual consciousness that entered the tower was no longer hindered after the blood was absorbed by the small tower.
It landed smoothly on the first floor of the small tower, allowing Leng Zhuxin to establish a connection with the small tower.
Leng Zhu was delighted and sat cross-legged. He took out another drop of his heart blood and planned to use it to refine it.
The Tower of Babel must not be an ordinary thing. Since it is something belonging to the Leng family and lost in the lower world, it must be an opportunity given to her by God!
Leng Zhu held up the small tower and began to refine it. The formation also began to rotate with her. Special words were generated from the formation and revolved around her.