War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

The five people present were none other than the five deputy masters of Canglang Castle.

The five deputy castle masters are headed by 'Luo Fu'.

Next came Meng Li, Ning Can, Yu Kang, and Feng Wei.

Feng Wei, Luo Fu's disciple, is also the only middle-aged man among the five deputy castle masters, and the other four are all old men over seventy-seven years old.

At this moment, the faces of the five people looked extremely dignified.

They couldn't be more clear about the formation of Tongxuan. It will be closed by itself after opening for about three hours at most.

At this time, the people inside will come out, and their comprehension of the "artistic conception" will be more or less improved.

But now, four hours have passed, and there is still no sign of the Tongxuan Formation being closed, as if something went wrong, and their hearts can't help but suspend.

"Is something really going to happen?"

Feng Wei's face was extremely serious.

"Probably not... the Xuantong Formation is the 'Inscription Pattern Formation' arranged by the Martial Emperor himself. It stands to reason that nothing could go wrong."

Luo Fu shook his head, his wise eyes were shining brightly, and fell into the mist on the high platform, "It should be something happened inside that we don't know about."

Although Meng Li, Ning Can and Yu Kang did not speak, they also stared intently at the 'Tongxuan Formation' on the high platform in front of them, with a hint of worry on their faces.

Compared to the restlessness of the five deputy castle masters outside the 'Tongxuan Formation', inside the Tongxuan Formation was calm, with nine young talents sitting cross-legged everywhere, comprehending the 'Artistic Conception' quietly.

Surrounding the bodies of the nine young talents, strands of substantive 'artistic conception' seemed to rise.

Or "the artistic conception of wind", or "the artistic conception of fire", or "the artistic conception of water", or "the artistic conception of thunder", or "the artistic conception of the earth".

The above five types all belong to the "natural artistic conception".

There is another person, with wisps of sword-shaped aura wrapped around his body, which is the materialized 'sword concept'.

Among them, eight young talents sat there like statues, motionless.

only one person,

The brows are sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

This is a young man in white clothes. He looks to be in his early thirties. Although he has his eyes closed, his face is extremely stern.

Especially the ray of black flame imprint on the center of his brow, just looking at it, is enough to make people startled!

At this moment, the black flame imprint seemed to come alive completely, burning scorchingly...

"Old ghost, how did you do it?"

At the same time, deep in the mind of the young man in white, a voice suddenly sounded, full of astonishment.

In the depths of the young man's mind in white, near the strand of condensed soul, there are two vast groups of 'power of artistic conception' gathered there, like two clouds, rolling continuously.

One of the powers of artistic conception is 'cyan', and the other power of artistic conception is 'red'.

It is the "power of artistic conception" corresponding to the "artistic conception of wind" and "artistic conception of fire"!

"Humph!"

At the same time, a cold, hoarse and old low hum suddenly exploded in the mind of the young man in white, "It's just an 'Inscription Array' arranged by an inscription master in the Martial Emperor Realm, how can it be difficult?" Got my 'wild-wisps'?"

"Although my current remnant soul is far inferior to that in its heyday...but it is still very easy to extract some artistic conception power from this inscription pattern formation and forcefully infuse it into your body."

"If it were me in my heyday, it wouldn't be too difficult to extract all the power of artistic conception refined by the 'Fragment of the Artistic Conception of Wind' and the 'Fragment of the Artistic Conception of Fire' and infuse it into your body!"

Speaking of later, the hoarse, old voice was full of disdain.

Between the words, it was as if he looked down on the 'Tongxuan Formation' arranged by the Martial Emperor powerhouse he was in now.

"Yes, yes... What kind of Martial Emperor powerhouse, in front of you, Guilao, is not even considered scum!"

The voice that just started speaking was a little more flattering.

Immediately afterwards, he changed the subject, "Old Ghost, with the two powers of artistic conception you have extracted...to what level can you raise my 'artistic conception of wind' and 'artistic conception of fire'?"

"Valuation of Void Artistic Conception!"

The hoarse and old voice came again.

"Transforming... the artistic conception of emptiness? Old man, are you kidding me?"

The former's voice was full of horror.

"Ever since you got the 'Fragment of the Demon Sealing Tablet' by chance, my remnant soul lived in your body... When did I lie to you?"

In the hoarse and old voice, there seemed to be a little more anger.

"That's not true! Old Gui, don't take what happened just now... I just think it's really incredible, I'm so excited."

The former voice was a little panicked.

"Humph!"

The old voice snorted again, and continued: "Boy Zishang, remember... what I can bring to you is far beyond your imagination!"

"As long as you remember your promise to me, help me rebuild my whole soul in the future... I won't treat you badly."

The old voice said again.

"Yes Yes."

Zi Shang's voice sounded in a hurry, not daring to be slighted.

"Okay... I will return the control of the body to you now, and you can fuse the two 'powers of artistic conception' I extracted for you."

After the hoarse and old voice finished saying this, it fell completely silent.

At the same time, Zi Shang, who was sitting there cross-legged, the 'black flame imprint' on the center of his eyebrows disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never happened before, which looked extraordinarily strange.

Zi Shang slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he muttered indifferently: "Duan Lingtian, next time we meet, I will give you a big surprise!"

"Even if Gui Lao can't deal with you, I'm enough to destroy you! As long as I get your 'Devil Sealing Tablet', my Zishang's future will be bright. underfoot!"

After talking to himself, a wicked smile appeared on Zi Shang's face, and the laughter stopped completely after a while.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Shang closed his eyes again, and merged the two 'powers of artistic conception' deep in his mind.

Around Zi Shang's body, vast flames rose up, accompanied by bursts of cyan wind, and the fire became more raging and inflated by the wind.

Time passed quietly.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

"It's been three days...'The Formation of Tongxuan' still hasn't closed on its own."

In the underground palace of Canglang Castle, on the side of the high platform shrouded in mist, Ning Can kept pacing back and forth, his face full of worry, worried about his personal disciple 'Zi Shang'.

"I've been waiting for three days, and I'm not in a hurry at this moment."

Luo Fu who was standing aside said.

However, although he said so, there was still a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Luo Fu frowned, as if he had sensed something, and stared at the 'Tongxuan Formation' on the high platform, which was also a large fog in his naked eyes.

The fog is turbulent and tends to shrink.

"The formation of Tongxuan is going to be closed?"

At this moment, Ning Can stopped in her tracks.

The other three deputy castle masters of Canglang Castle who were sitting cross-legged and practicing also opened their eyes, stood up, and looked at the fog that was gathering on the high platform.

Soon, the fog disappeared, and nine figures sitting cross-legged on the high platform appeared in front of them one by one.

Eight young men and one young woman.

If Duan Lingtian was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the young woman is exactly the 'Ye Ling' who met once in the ten dynasties military meeting in the past, and is the most powerful young generation of the Qing Dynasty.

At the beginning, after the end of the "Ten Dynasties Meeting of Martial Arts", Ye Ling stayed in Cangwolf Castle and received intensive cultivation. Compared with the past, Ye Ling's cultivation is worlds different!

Soon, the nine people opened their eyes one after another and woke up.

"Zi Shang, how is your 'Artistic Conception of Wind' improving?"

Ning Can was the first to look at the young man in white, his direct disciple 'Zi Shang', and asked impatiently.

"Master, Zi Shang did not disappoint you."

Zi Shang smiled faintly, the air around his body was turbulent for a while, and then bursts of scorching breath were emitted.

In a moment, a vast flame rose up, covering Zi Shang's whole body, setting him off like a fire giant, majestic and majestic.

Wow!

At the same time, above the void, the power of heaven and earth was turbulent, converging into a vision of heaven and earth.

Phantoms of ancient horned dragons gradually formed.

ten heads.

Twenty heads.

Thirty heads.

...

The number is still increasing.

Under the stunned gaze of a group of people, the number of phantoms of the ancient horned dragon finally stopped increasing, and they were completely frozen there.

"Two... the power of two hundred ancient horned dragons!"

Luo Fu sucked in a breath of cold air, and said with a look of astonishment: "A high-level fire artistic conception! Zi Shang, you...you actually comprehended the 'virtual transformation artistic conception'?"

Transform the virtual mood!

Immediately, the other eight young disciples of Canglang Castle turned into petrification one after another, staring blankly at the phantoms of the two hundred ancient horned dragons above Zi Shang's head in the void, unable to recover for a long time.

"Zi Shang, you... Your 'Artistic Realm of Fire', before entering the Formation of Tong Xuan, seems to be just the 'Artificial Realm of Entering the Void', right?"

At this moment, Ning Can asked in a daze.

Entering the realm of emptiness?

As soon as Ning Can said this, Luo Fu and the other four deputy castle masters also petrified.

Before entering the 'Formation of Tongxuan', the artistic conception is only the 'Entering the Void Artistic Realm'; after coming out, it is promoted to the 'Void Transformation Artistic Realm'?

Wouldn't that have crossed the 'Dream of Holiness'?

"yes. "

Zi Shang nodded, seeing everyone's sluggish and horrified eyes, he felt a sense of relief in his heart, enjoying this feeling very much.

Immediately afterwards, with a movement of his mind, a terrifying cyan wind condensed and formed around his body, continuously merging into the scorching flames.

In an instant, the flames skyrocketed and rose more and more.

At the same time, in the void above Zishang's head, first four hundred phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared, and then another hundred phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared.

"The power of four hundred ancient horned dragons... the artistic conception of triple high-level wind?"

"The power of the one hundred ancient horned dragons is the power of a high-level fire artistic conception after the "fire borrows the wind"? Similar to the "earth artistic conception" using the "earth power"?"

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