Chapter 20 Seal

"Practice in Beilingzhiyuan?"

Muchen was slightly startled when he heard this. Beiling Plain is a very famous dangerous place in Beiling. It is a vast area and is filled with all kinds of ferocious spiritual beasts. From time to time, expedition teams will enter it. , hunting spiritual beasts, and there are many rare materials and elixirs in the Northern Spiritual Plain. It is considered a treasure land. Of course, if you want to get the treasure, you must have enough strength, otherwise, I'm afraid, If you can't get the baby, you have to leave your life there.

Because of the rich resources of the Northern Spiritual Plain, sometimes even Muchen's father would personally lead his men into the Northern Spiritual Plain, and every time they entered, there would inevitably be quite brutal fighting.

"Yes, our Beiling Academy Tianjie will organize students to go to Beiling Plains to practice every once in a while, because only real actual combat can have the effect of tempering people."

Tang Qian'er nodded and smiled sweetly: "This kind of practice allows two people to form a team, and if the top three in the final score are ranked, there will be special rewards."

"Reward? What is it?" Muchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It is said that this time it is the Soul-Yun Pill." Tang Qian'er thought for a while and said.

"Yun Ling Dan?" Muchen was slightly startled. This kind of elixir is said to be extremely beneficial to beginners like them who have just started practicing. The elixir is mild and will not leave any sequelae. It is similar to his agility. If you take the strength in the middle stage of the spiritual realm, you may be able to reach the late stage of the spiritual realm very quickly.

"Well, if I can obtain a Spirit-accumulating Pill, I should also be able to advance to the late stage of the Spiritual Dynamic Realm to prepare for the impact on the Spiritual Wheel Realm in the future." Tang Qian'er said.

"How are the grades judged?" Muchen also asked a little curiously. Apparently, the Soul Condensation Pill aroused his interest.

"It's very simple. Let's see who kills the most spirit beasts and has the highest level." Tang Qian'er said: "Because all students in the entire heavenly class have the opportunity to participate, the competition is extremely fierce, so I plan to rope you in."

"I am only in the middle stage of the Spiritual Realm. For this kind of team selection, shouldn't you look for stronger talents? And I think with Sister Qian'er's charm, there will be a lot of capable people in both the East and West courtyards. I want to form a team with you, right?" Muchen smiled.

"You don't want to?" Tang Qian'er hummed softly, and then raised the dark red jade slip in her hand.

"It's a blessing, but if you don't get the fainting pill by then, you can't blame me for holding you back." Muchen smiled, and what he said was not a polite word. After all, he now looks like he has the strength of the middle stage of the spiritual realm. Beiling There are many candidates in the courtyard who are more suitable than him.

Tang Qian'er thought for a moment, then chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't get it. I am confident that I can reach the spiritual wheel state within a year even if I don't rely on the elixir."

As she spoke, she gently turned the jade slip with her slender jade fingers, glanced at Muchen with her beautiful eyes, and said, "And I don't like to form a team with others."

"Since Sister Qian'er thinks so highly of me, I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany you. Don't worry, Sister Qian'er, even if I risk my life, I will definitely help you save the Soul-accumulating Pill." Muchen patted his chest pretending to be heroic. , but his face was full of smiles.

"Glib tongue." Tang Qian'er glared at him with a blushing face and said angrily.

"What about this spiritual secret?" Muchen looked at the jade slip in Tang Qianeryu's hand with a smile.

"It won't happen again."

Tang Qian'er snorted, then held the spiritual secret, turned around and walked out of the spiritual secret room. Seeing this, Muchen quickly followed.

At the gate of the Spirit Art Room, Tang Qian'er registered the Spirit Art. When the old man in charge of the Spirit Art Room saw the dark red Spirit Art, he looked at Tang Qian'er in surprise and hesitated. After all, this "Sen Luo Death" The evil reputation of "Seal" was a bit too big. Although Tang Qian'er met the conditions, he really didn't want to see such a smart girl being harmed by this magic technique.

Muchen felt a little anxious when he saw the old man's hesitation. He knew that the old man Qin from the Lingjue Room was an extremely pedantic and stubborn person. If he didn't like it, no one would be able to take the Lingjue out of him. Moreover, Although this old man looks like he is about to die, his strength is truly at the late stage of the Spiritual Wheel Realm. He is only one step away from entering the Soul Realm. Many arrogant students have suffered great losses at his hands.

Fortunately, Tang Qian'er was obviously very capable of dealing with this kind of old man. A pure smile appeared on her pretty cheeks, and a sweet "Grandpa Qin" made the old man nod happily, and finally gave some instructions. Finally, he handed the spirit secret to Tang Qian'er.

Muchen was speechless as he followed Tang Qian'er out of the spirit chamber. The latter smiled triumphantly at him, and then threw the jade slip to him.

"Thank you so much."

Muchen took the jade slip and played with it. There was a hint of joy in his black eyes, and then he smiled at Tang Qian'er and said, looking at the situation today, if it weren't for Tang Qian'er, even if he had reached the authority, it would be difficult to use this. The spiritual secret was borrowed from the stubborn old man Qin.

Tang Qian'er smiled, and then looked at the jade slip in Muchen's hand helplessly: "Be careful. If anything goes wrong, stop practicing immediately."

"Well, I'll go back first." Muchen held the jade slip, feeling a little impatient. He waved to Tang Qian'er, turned around and left quickly.

The girl looked at Muchen's quickly leaving figure and couldn't help but pout her rosy little mouth, this piece of wood.

...

The cold moonlight poured down from the sky and turned into beams of light, falling in the quiet room. In that room, the young man sat cross-legged quietly, his dark eyes staring closely at him. A dark red jade slip in his hand.

Muchen stared at the jade slip for a moment, then gently placed it against his forehead. As his spiritual power was running, he could see a dark red light begin to flash on the surface of the jade slip.

While the light flickered, a large amount of information also flowed out from the jade slip, and finally poured into Muchen's mind.

Muchen closed his eyes tightly and accepted the cultivation method of "Senluo Death Seal". After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and breathed out lightly. His black eyes were full of thoughts.

After all, the "Senluo Death Seal" had such a bad reputation before, so even Muchen did not dare to be too careless. Instead, he read the cultivation methods several times before starting to practice.

Muchen sat cross-legged, with his hands clasped together, and his fingertips entwined into a rather peculiar seal. When his mind moved, he saw a dark light flickering on the surface of his body, and traces of dark spiritual power began to linger in his palms.

The dark spiritual power is like a small black snake, constantly twisting in the palm of Muchen's seal as it changes. Looking faintly, it seems to be gradually forming a black light seal.

Click.

However, the condensation of this kind of light seal is obviously not easy, so before the seal is solidified, a subtle sound comes out, and the entangled black spiritual power breaks away.

Muchen didn't mind this first failure. If the "Sen Luo Death Seal" could be successfully cultivated so easily, he wouldn't be so interested.

After gathering his mind slightly, Muchen started again.

Click.

fail.

Click.

Failed again.

Time passed quickly, but Muchen practiced tirelessly again and again. His hand seals gradually became more proficient from the beginning, and the speed of condensation of spiritual power became faster and faster. .

The slender hands are like butterflies piercing flowers, changing their arcs. In the palms, the dark spiritual power is twisting. The black light seal has become much clearer, and there seems to be a kind of coldness. The fluctuations are emitted.

Muchen's eyes were fixed on the black light seal that was about to take shape, but his mind was extremely tense. He had failed in this last step too many times before.

Muchen's fingertips changed again, and a trace of dark spiritual power flowed into the black light seal.

Buzz!

The black light seal suddenly trembled at this moment, and a buzzing sound came out. Then the black light began to converge, and finally turned into a black light seal, which was slowly printed in Muchen's palm. .

And when the light seal was printed on Muchen's palm, his whole body suddenly tensed up, because the next step was the most dangerous step. The two seniors who had practiced "Senluo Death Seal" were in At this step, he was shocked to the point that his meridians were severed.

boom!

A black light seal was printed on the palm of his hand. Soon, Muchen noticed that an extremely violent wave erupted from the light seal, and then poured in crazily along the meridians in his palm.

It looked like it was trying to destroy all the meridians along the way.

"Buzz!"

Fortunately, Muchen had been prepared. The dark spiritual power in the sea of ​​​​qi roared out at this moment, and then collided with the violent wave.

A low humming sound seemed to erupt within Muchen's body.

The fluctuations from the "Senluo Death Seal" were extremely violent, attacking the intercepted dark spiritual power like a wild beast, trying to destroy it all.

But the dark spiritual power gained from practicing the Great Buddha Art is obviously not as easy to deal with as it imagined.

Facing that violent impact, the dark spiritual power also completely revealed its domineering character, using an extremely tough oppressive attitude to resist all the impact.

Boom boom.

The shocks continued in waves, but Muchen did not dare to relax at all, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. If he could not withstand it at this time, he would probably be severely injured.

Muchen drew out all the spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi, and as he tried his best to resist, the impact lasted for about ten minutes and finally began to gradually weaken.

When Muchen noticed that the impact had completely disappeared, his tense body suddenly went limp, his clothes were wet with sweat, and he kept breathing heavily.

However, although his body was unusually tired, Muchen's eyes were full of excitement. He opened his right hand with slight trembling, and between his palms, there was a chilling black mark.

"Did you make it..."

Muchen looked at the black mark in his palm, and a relieved smile finally spread from the corner of his mouth.

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