My Heaven-Defying Spirit

More than 20 pale blue phantoms were running back and forth in Ming Huaishang's consciousness. They didn't know any spiritual power-based methods, such as skills, secrets, spells, etc., but the phantoms would launch mental attacks, and these mental attacks were not illusory in Ming Huaishang's sea of ​​consciousness, but appeared in physical form. Each of the more than 20 phantoms would launch this kind of mental attack. The invisible light balls that turned into entities would not cause any damage to Ming Huaishang's entity when attacking him, but would indeed make his consciousness tremble. If he was attacked more often, he would feel dizzy, have a headache, and have a swollen head. So he guessed that if he didn't deal with this spiritual attack with all his strength, he would just stand there and let it do whatever it wanted. Then he would be blasted into a fool sooner or later.

The practice of Tianjishu is to predict and avoid the attacks of these villains at a certain critical time point. Rather than saying that Tianjishu is predicting the direction of the enemy's attack, it is better to say that it is a kind of body movement.

Ming Huaishang could still handle the attack of one imaginary man with ease. He could still retain his mental strength by focusing on dealing with the attack of one imaginary man. However, facing twenty imaginary men, Ming Huaishang had to use all his strength to deal with them.

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After a long time, the sky gradually brightened. In this world, waking up early and crowing cocks is a normal thing. The number of pedestrians in the city gradually increased, and each of them had their own plans.

Ming Huaishang had come back to his senses from his training at this time. When he opened his eyes, there was a strange golden light flashing in his pupils. His sharp eyes showed that his mental strength seemed to have reached a higher level.

He got up from the bed, opened the wooden window, and looked at the bustling crowd of lights and water passing by. A trace of cold sweat appeared on Ming Huaishang's forehead.

Since Luocheng was under siege, the courtyard he originally lived in in the main city of Luo's family was destroyed. Luo Bingcheng had no choice but to have someone find him an inn in the outer city outside the main city. However, this was nothing to Ming Huaishang, as he could still appreciate the life of the "indigenous people" here.

"The cultivation of the art of heavenly secrets is indeed difficult. The number of those phantom figures that appeared in the "Xun" character has not only increased, but also these figures are very different from those in the previous "Kan" character cultivation in terms of physical agility, attack speed, and tricky angles when attacking."

It can only be said that the cultivation method of ancient magic like this follows a gradual approach. The higher you go, the more difficult it is to practice. However, the higher you go, the stronger the ability you can exert.

Ming Huaishang found that he had been practicing all night and his clothes were soaked with sweat. After a simple wash, he went downstairs and prepared to find Luo Bingcheng again to explain the situation.

Although he was quite interested in the battle between the Ten Thousand Sects, the most urgent task now was to find Xiaoqing.

But when Ming Huaishang just walked out of the inn, a figure ran towards him on the street. Passersby also avoided him when they saw him, because they all knew that person was the current mayor of Luocheng.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

Luo Hong had a hint of excitement on his face as he trotted towards Ming Huaishang. His face was no longer as lifeless as before, as if he had already come out of the pain.

"What's wrong"

Ming Huaishang asked doubtfully

At this time, Luo Hong had already run in front of Ming Huaishang. His speed just now was not slow, but there was no trace of sweat. The physique of a cultivator is different from that of an ordinary person, so this little exercise still cannot make him feel tired.

"Brother, do you want to go to Wanjie Mountain with me?"

Luo Hong's face was full of anticipation, but Ming Huaishang had no idea what he was talking about.

"Uh, what is this Wanjie Mountain you're talking about, and why should I join you?"

Ming Huaishang said awkwardly

Luo Hong was a little confused when he heard this.

"Uncle Cheng told me that you would go with me to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects War. The Ten Thousand Realms Mountain is where the Western Realm will go to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects War. Don't you know that, Brother?"

Ming Huaishang "............"

"Oh, forget it. Instead of looking for opportunities to become stronger, I might as well go and watch the Ten Thousand Sects War."

Ming Huaishang was still very grateful to Luo Cheng. After all, he had already promised Luo Bingcheng, so he couldn't go back on his word.

The incident happened very suddenly. Luo Hong didn't even give Ming Huaishang a chance to breathe. He didn't take anything with him and flew out of Luocheng.

The two of them were equipped with a flying sword, which was a good thing that Luo Cheng took out from Luo Yuan's secret room. As for why they didn't take those large magic weapons, such as flying boats and spaceships, those things are safer and can rest better than flying swords, but the disadvantage is that the speed is not as fast as these two flying swords.

However, what puzzled Ming Huaishang was that he remembered that there was still some time before the start of the Ten Thousand Sects War, and it seemed that there was no need to rush there. But when he looked at Luo Hong, he found that the excitement on his face had never stopped since he left Luocheng.

The speed of the flying sword was very fast. It could travel more than 200 meters in almost one second. It was almost as fast as a strong man in the Samsara Realm. After Ming Huaishang asked, he realized that if these two flying swords were calculated according to the price, they could be auctioned at an auction for hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

Hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, what does that mean? If it is from the perspective of a cultivator, it is enough for a cultivator from the Body Tempering Realm to break through to the Spiritual Soul Realm. Of course, these are just some of the necessities for the breakthrough, and other magic weapons are not included.

"Brother, after leaving Luocheng, head northwest and you will reach Wanjie Mountain in ten days."

Luo Hongdao

"Is Wanjie Mountain far away?"

Ming Huaishang asked doubtfully

At this time, the air current in the air was very strong, but it was already communicating with the spiritual consciousness.

Luo Hong said with a smile

"Luocheng is more than 30,000 miles away from Wanjie Mountain. Our speed is already considered fast."

Thirty thousand miles. If it weren't for the flying sword under his feet, Luo Bingcheng would never be able to reach the destination with his previous speed. Thinking of this, Ming Huaishang shut up.

The journey is long and you need to rest during the journey. Controlling the flying sword also consumes a lot of spiritual power. Although the speed is fast, the spiritual power consumption is also not bad.

As night fell, the two of them looked for towns or villages to camp. Compared with Luocheng, most of the people in these villages in the mountains have some cultivation and are not ordinary people. There are many monsters in the mountains at night. Many monsters will come out to look for food at midnight. If they are not strong people who are confident in their own strength, they will generally look for villages to settle down at night.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they were stopped by someone just as they were about to go in. The person who stopped them was a dark-skinned, skinny man, about 30 years old, with a long scar on his face.