Another Promotion
Inside the Reincarnation Stone.
A cloud of black mist appeared in front of Chu Xingyun and floated in mid-air.
Occasionally, ape roars could be heard from within the mist. It was as if a violent ape was hiding within the mist, ready to rush out at any moment and tear Chu Xingyun to pieces.
The mist was none other than the black ape, Wu Ling.
"Condense!" At this moment, Chu Xingyun shouted in a low voice. He opened his mouth and released the Ten Thousand Beast Fire.
As the weak flame flickered, it released a tyrannical aura, causing the violent black ape, Wu Ling, to immediately stop roaring. The mist continued to tumble as if it had encountered something terrifying.
"It's indeed useful." Chu Xingyun was overjoyed. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and a mysterious black flame ignited. It enveloped the black ape, Wu Ling, and turned it into a pitch-black crystal.
However, before Chu Xingyun could make his next move, the Ten Thousand Beast Fire suddenly rushed out and completely covered the pitch-black crystal. The heart of the flame flickered and actually began to slowly absorb Wu Ling's power from within the crystal.
"No wonder the Ten Thousand Beast Fire is known as the most tyrannical man-made flame. In my opinion, if this flame evolves to the highest level, it will be comparable to the strange flames born from nature. In some aspects, it may even be stronger than those strange flames." As Chu Xingyun watched the pitch-black crystal gradually melt, his pupils shrank. He was shocked by the tyrannical power of the Ten Thousand Beast Fire.
At the same time, he could feel that as the pitch-black crystal continued to melt, the power of the Ten Thousand Beast Fire was slowly increasing. It was like a sprout that had just broken through the soil and was growing vigorously.
With a thought, Chu Xingyun withdrew the Ten Thousand Beast Fire and allowed it to slowly absorb Wu Ling's power in his Spirit Sea.
After resting for a while, Chu Xingyun felt that his body had completely recovered. Only then did he stand up.
He took a deep breath and waved his hand. A cold light immediately bloomed in front of him. This cold light condensed into a sword, and with a sharp whistling sound, it shot toward him.
Under the terrifying cold air, even the air was frozen, and the entire space was completely frozen.
Chu Xingyun's expression didn't change. A pitch-black flame burst forth from his right hand. He didn't try to dodge at all as he grabbed at the Cold Scale Sword.
Chi!
The moment the Cold Scale Sword came into contact with the pitch-black flames, the chilling coldness dissipated into nothingness. The body of the sword was enveloped by the pitch-black flames and began to tremble violently, showing signs of melting.
Even so, the Cold Scale Sword continued to release cold Qi as it hummed endlessly. Like a wild beast that had gone mad, it wanted to break free and kill Chu Xingyun.
"This pitch-black flame is condensed from the Nameless Art. It can completely melt Wu Ling. Xiao Ting's Black Ape Wu Ling is a third-grade spirit beast, but it only lasted for two breaths of time. This Cold Scale Sword Wu Ling is quite strong. It can actually hold on for so long."
While Chu Xingyun was shocked, his heart was also filled with joy.
The fact that the Cold Scale Sword could withstand the pitch-black flames was a testament to Wu Ling's strength. The longer it lasted, the greater the potential Wu Ling had. It would also be of great help to the improvement of the spirit sword.
Judging from the current situation, this Cold Scale Sword Wu Ling should be one of the best among fourth-grade spirit beasts.
Thinking of this, Chu Xingyun's interest was immediately piqued. The spirit energy in his body quickly circulated and enveloped the Cold Scale Sword. The flames burned fiercely. After an hour, the sword was finally melted into a blue crystal.
Chu Xingyun left, summoned Wu Ling's sword, and stabbed it forward, merging the two into one.
A rumbling sound could be heard. At this moment, the spirit sword exploded with a blue light. The light soared into the sky and turned into snowflakes that fell from the sky. Each snowflake was bone-piercing cold. When it came into contact with Chu Xingyun's body, it instantly turned into endless pain.
"Come!" Chu Xingyun laughed heartily. His body bent slightly, and he began to assume a series of strange poses.
At this moment, he was activating the Life Tempering Incantation.
Ever since the Life Tempering Incantation reached the second stage, Chu Xingyun needed to borrow external forces to exert more pressure on his body in order to break through his limits and squeeze out his life force.
The process of devouring Wu Ling would cause intense pain. The higher the grade of Wu Ling, the more terrifying the pain would be. Chu Xingyun might as well use this pain to forcefully cultivate the Life Tempering Incantation.
Crack! Crack!
The pain continued to stack on top of each other, causing Chu Xingyun's bones to feel like they were about to shatter. However, his expression remained indifferent, and there was even a trace of unyielding determination. His movements changed constantly, becoming faster and crazier as he squeezed out his life force.
Time flew by quickly. Unknowingly, five days had passed.
Chu Xingyun soaked his body in the blood pool. His eyes were closed, and all the pores on his body were opened. He was absorbing the life force contained in the blood pool without stopping.
The spirit sword floated above his head.
At this moment, the spirit sword was surrounded by a cold light. Cold scales appeared on the body of the sword. The cold light was emitted from these cold scales. Layer by layer, the sword connected as if it had a life of its own.
Chu Xingyun slowly opened his eyes. He touched the sword with his palm, and the spirit sword seemed to resonate with him. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and immediately flew in the direction of Chu Xingyun.
A low sword hum rang out. In the air, wherever the spirit sword passed, it froze into frost. The cold air was dense. The moment it fell into Chu Xingyun's palm, the cold air did not dissipate. It continued to travel up and even froze his entire arm.
Chu Xingyun looked at the frost on his arm and tried to stretch it.
Buzz!
A cold air was suddenly released from his arm. This cold air was not ordinary. It was filled with the sharpness of the sword's light. It surprised Chu Xingyun, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the Cold Scale Sword would have the ability to control other than its cold characteristic. It allows me to completely control this cold air. Strictly speaking, these two characteristics are enough to make the Cold Scale Sword comparable to a fifth-grade Wu Ling," Chu Xingyun thought in shock.
All Martial Spirits had their own unique characteristics.
For example, Wu Ling, the Ghost Demon Wolf, was extremely fast and good at hiding. Thus, it had the two characteristics of speed and hiding.
Another example was Shui Qianyue's Mystic Water Spirit Fox. It could control the water vapor in the air for its own use and gather it into rolling waves. This was the ability to control.
Among the characteristics, there were strong ones and weak ones.
The two characteristics of speed and hiding were very ordinary. The ability to control was more powerful, and it allowed a martial artist to have more ways to attack.
"After swallowing the Cold Scale Sword, the spirit sword has successfully advanced to the third-grade. Now, it has four characteristics. If others knew about this, they would probably think that they were hallucinating."
Chu Xingyun smiled faintly. He stabbed the spirit sword forward. The sword flashed, and the cold air froze the air in front of him. White frost danced in the air, and the surrounding temperature dropped a little. It was chilling.
The tip of the sword did not break. Chu Xingyun began to perform the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique.
The sound of wind and thunder exploded. Sword shadows appeared one after another. They possessed the speed of wind and thunder, and also contained a cold light. They flickered continuously, and the water in the blood pool was swept up and churned endlessly.
Chu Xingyun's current actions were to adapt to the spirit sword's changes.
After the spirit sword advanced to the third-grade, its spirituality became more abundant. It also gained the two characteristics of cold and control. Chu Xingyun naturally had to spend time familiarizing himself with this change and reach the point where he could do as he pleased.
At the same time, he was also trying to awaken a new talent of Wu Ling during this process, so that his strength could reach a higher level!
Drawing the sword, sheathing the sword, cultivating diligently, comprehending …
Seven days passed by very quickly in this boring and dry cultivation.
Chu Xingyun stood in the courtyard. Spirit Qi condensed into frost and curled around his body. It gathered continuously, and finally, it flowed through his meridians and was stored in his spirit sea.
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