Chapter 311 Three Thousand Thunder Phantoms

Seeing that Old Demon and the others had secured their target, Xiao Ling had no intention of staying here any longer. His figure flashed and moved in the void, and soon he was far away from here.

The Hong family's yard gradually calmed down from the chaos, leaving only a mess on the ground. The Hong family members were in shock. You looked at me, I looked at you, and you didn’t know what to say.

They never expected that the Hong family would encounter such a sudden disaster in such a short period of time.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling did not order the massacre of other members of the Hong family, so the losses to the Hong family were not too great. Although they lost the young patriarch Hong Chen and the head of the family Hong Li, although the ancestor Hong Tianxiao was seriously injured, he at least managed to save his life.

"What the hell is this?" a member of the Hong family muttered to himself, with a hint of helplessness and fear in his voice.

"Yes, it's really a disaster that comes from the sky," another tribesman agreed, his eyes full of confusion.

Although the ancestor of the Hong family, Hong Tianxiao, was seriously injured, he was still alive at least, which gave the Hong family members some comfort. They knew that as long as Hong Tianxiao was still there, there was still hope for the Hong family to make a comeback.

"What should we do now? Should we go find Ancestor Hong Tianxiao and discuss countermeasures?" an older tribesman suggested.

"Yes, yes," others nodded, "but now that the ancestor has left here, we should pack up this place and wait for the ancestor to return."

Although there is still an atmosphere of uneasiness in the Hong family's yard, the clan members have slowly begun to clean up the mess. After all, for them, life must go on.

But the elders of the Hong family are like a mirror in their hearts. The future life of the Hong family may not be easy. Something happened to Fei Tian, ​​the master of Fenglei North Pavilion, on the Hong family's territory. Even if the Hong family didn't do it themselves, part of the blame will have to be shouldered, and it will inevitably be used to make a fuss in the future.

However, Xiao Ling had no intention of blaming herself for these troubles. If the Hong family hadn't had any evil intentions towards the Han family as they did two years later in the original work, and wanted Hong Chen to marry the sisters Han Yue and Han Xue, Xiao Ling would have killed the Hong family without blinking an eye. Destroyed.

But for now, Xiao Ling has got what he wants, and the Hong family will leave the rest of the mess to clean up.

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After taking back the old devil and the souls they captured from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Xiao Ling returned to the courtyard of the Han family without stopping.

Seeing Xiao Ling come back so quickly, Han Yue came forward with some curiosity and asked, "Xiao Ling, is something going on outside?"

"It's not a big deal. It's just that a few uninvited guests suddenly came to Tianbeicheng. They seemed to be looking for trouble with someone. By coincidence, that person happened to be at the Hong family." Xiao Ling made up a reason casually and spoke in an understatement. "I took a look and saw that the head of the Hong family and the young master Hong Chen both suffered. Even the ancestor of the Hong family suffered a big loss and fled. It seems that he was seriously injured. It is estimated that he will have a hard time in the future."

Hearing Xiao Ling's words, Han Yue showed a look of surprise on her face.

She squinted her eyes and looked at Xiao Ling up and down with some suspicion: "Xiao Ling, what happened to the Hong family, couldn't it be you who were behind it?"

She knew very well that Xiao Ling was not the kind of person who would just laugh it off after suffering a loss. There have been constant conflicts between the Han family and the Hong family recently. It is not impossible that Xiao Ling may not like the Hong family for his own reasons and may do something secretly.

When Xiao Ling heard this, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he lowered his voice in a mysterious manner: "What do you think?"

Seeing Xiao Ling's innocent expression, Han Yue couldn't help rolling her eyes and decided not to pursue the matter any further. She shrugged and said, "Well, even if you didn't do anything, then the Hong family has suffered a big disaster this time."

"Haha, isn't this better?" Xiao Ling smiled easily, "Anyway, your two families have never been in harmony. Now that they are less likely to cause trouble, your family's life will definitely be more comfortable."

As he said that, Xiao Ling took out an exquisite jade bottle from his arms and handed it to Han Yue: "This contains the sixth-grade high-grade elixir Po Zong Dan that I personally refined. I have been at your house for so long "Jiu, this is the boarding fee I paid. Your father is now halfway through Dou Zong, so it should be helpful to him."

When Han Yue saw Xiao Ling hand over the jade bottle, she took it directly without refusing and put it into her Na Ring.

She smiled and said: "Then I will thank you on behalf of my father. He will definitely be very happy to receive this gift."

Although Han Yue became Xiao Ling's partner not to use Xiao Ling to benefit the family, but since Xiao Ling took the initiative, she would not refuse pretentiously.

What's more, as Xiao Ling is an eighth-grade alchemist, it is just a piece of cake for him to take out a bottle of sixth-grade elixir. Moreover, this sect-breaking elixir is no longer useful to Xiao Ling. He himself has broken through to the Dou sect realm and no longer needs this elixir.

Xiao Ling casually glanced at the yard, where Zi Yan was playing with the little sky-swallowing python. He smiled helplessly, then turned to Han Yue and said, "Yue'er, I'm going to practice first, and I'll come see you in the evening. ”

Hearing this, Han Yue couldn't help but think of some beautiful scenes, and a blush appeared on her face. But she still nodded obediently and said softly: "Go ahead, cultivation is important."

Xiao Ling kissed Han Yue's cheek gently, then turned and entered the room, leaving Han Yue standing there, with the blush on her face lingering for a long time.

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As soon as he entered the room, Xiao Ling couldn't wait to take out the ring he got from Fei Tian.

He probed his soul perception into the ring. Although the ring was of good quality and had a soul barrier, Fei Tian had been killed by Xiao Ling, so the barrier was naturally much weaker. Even if Fei Tian was still alive, with Xiao Ling's mental power, it would be a piece of cake to break the barrier.

He took a quick look and found that there were several bottles of healing pills, some gold coins, and a few scrolls that looked extraordinary in the ring. The rest were some odds and ends.

Xiao Ling took out the scrolls and began to check them one by one. These were all high-level skills in the Fenglei Pavilion.

The first thing that came into view was the earth-level intermediate fighting skill "Wind and Thunder Soul-Breaking Spear", followed by the earth-level low-level fighting skill "Wind and Thunder Heaven-Slashing Blade", and so on...

There was also the secret method "Thunder God's Descend" that Hong Chen had used to improve his combat power in the original work, and the original version of "Three Thousand Thunders". Fei Tian's storage ring has a rich collection, and the Fenglei Pavilion originally has all kinds of skills.

However, although Xiao Ling has refined a trace of wind and thunder power in his body, he is not proficient in this skill. He does not intend to waste time learning these fighting skills. The tricks he has on hand are enough. If he learns more, he may not be able to digest them.

Only those powerful high-level fighting skills of the earth level, heaven-level fighting skills, or fighting skills that are extremely suitable for his practice, as well as some special secrets, can arouse Xiao Ling's interest.

He pursues quality, not quantity. After all, mastering a few top fighting skills is much more practical than learning a bunch of ordinary skills.

Finally, Xiao Ling's eyes were locked on the last particularly conspicuous silver scroll.

This scroll is a circle larger than the ordinary one, and the whole body is shining with dazzling silver light. A closer look can find that it is covered with tiny red lines, which are like blood vessels in every corner of the scroll.

Xiao Ling gently suspended the scroll in the air and then slowly unfolded it. As the scroll was opened, lightning flashed and flickered, like a silver snake moving on the scroll, appearing particularly mysterious.

When his eyes fell on the scroll, several large characters that seemed to be formed by lightning suddenly came into view, dazzling and brilliant.

"Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Bodies, the treasure of Fenglei Pavilion, originated from ancient fighting skills, and its level is as high as the advanced earth level!"

"Practicing this method can condense a thunder illusion body, whose power is comparable to that of the practitioner's original body. As long as the original body is still alive, the thunder illusion body will be immortal. Its magical power is praised by the world as 'comparable to the heavenly level'."

After reading these contents, Xiao Ling couldn't help shaking his head and laughing in his heart, "This Fei Tian is really good at fooling people. He clearly said that he didn't have the practice method of "Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Bodies", but the elders of Fenglei North Pavilion all had fragments in their hands. As the master of a pavilion, how could he not have a complete scroll?"

Originally, Xiao Ling planned to control Fei Tian's soul body and let him reveal the method of practice in person, but now with this scroll, the effect is naturally better. Through the soul mark on the scroll, he can directly engrave the method of practice in his mind, so that it will be more convenient when practicing.

When Xiao Ling finished reading the contents of the scroll carefully, his heart was full of joy.

The "Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Bodies" described on this scroll is really a treasure. It can allow him to condense an avatar with the same strength as himself, and unless the original body dies, this avatar can be resurrected infinitely. This ability is so powerful that it is outrageous.

Imagine if you master this skill and fight against a cultivator of the same level, it is equivalent to two against one, and the opponent will definitely be in trouble.

Generally speaking, only those cultivators whose soul cultivation has reached the great perfection of the heavenly level can condense an avatar of equal strength. But this "Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Bodies" can allow cultivators whose soul cultivation is not so high. Although it is not as perfect as the avatar condensed by the cultivator of the great perfection of the heavenly level, at least they can enjoy this magical ability in advance.

Xiao Ling closed his eyes, and his soul power immediately surged out and merged into the silver scroll flashing with lightning.

He seemed to be in a world of thunder and lightning, with countless thunders falling from the sky like waterfalls, accompanied by deafening roars, bringing an awe-inspiring power of heaven.

As soon as Xiao Ling's soul appeared, the lightning that was tilting down seemed to be aware of it, cutting through the sky, bursting out with dazzling light, almost illuminating the entire sky.

Facing these overwhelming lightning, Xiao Ling frowned slightly. He knew that these were not real lightning, but some of the remaining soul power in the scroll.

"Disperse!" He shouted softly, and with a tap of his finger, a powerful soul power spread out like a wave.

Wherever it went, the violent lightning immediately dissipated, turning into countless silver light spots, and finally turned into nothingness.

Easily dispelling the soul power in the scroll, Xiao Ling's eyes swept across this space. Below, he saw a huge silver lake, with lightning swimming on the lake like a silver snake, as if it was a pool of lightning.

His sight carefully scanned every inch of space, and finally stopped on the thunder pool. He tapped lightly, and the powerful soul power swept down, the lightning on the thunder pool quickly dissipated, and the lake became clear as a mirror.

Xiao Ling stared at the thunder pool that had become clear. After a moment, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. In the ripples, lines of words that seemed to be condensed from lightning slowly emerged.

Xiao Ling stood high in the sky and took in all these lightning words at a glance. As expected, this should be the training method of "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Bodies". A flash of joy flashed in his eyes. Xiao Ling concentrated on reading these words carefully and engraved them deeply in his mind.

After a moment, Xiao Ling slowly opened his slightly closed eyes.

He noticed that the scroll in front of him, which was originally shining with bright silver light, although still emitting light, was somewhat dimmer than before. It seems that the number of times this scroll can be practiced is limited.

Xiao Ling glanced at the scroll again and put it away.

Then, he closed his eyes again and began to carefully review the information he had just written down in his mind.

However, even though he had memorized all the lightning words, he found that he could not practice directly.

Because Fenglei Pavilion wanted to protect its treasure from being leaked, all the training methods were recorded in cipher text.

Without a special key, even if an outsider steals the scroll, it will be of no avail.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, summoned Fei Tian's soul body, and asked him to tell him the method of interpreting these cipher texts.

After deciphering the cultivation method of "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Bodies", Xiao Ling gradually became immersed in this mysterious method.

This skill is indeed profound and unpredictable, and the requirements for the soul are extremely demanding. No wonder there are very few people in Fenglei Pavilion who can practice successfully. This is the reason.

Its demand for soul power has almost reached the level of an alchemist of the same level, that is to say, it is a whole level higher than an ordinary strong person of the same level. Except for those weirdos with extraordinary talents, how can ordinary people reach such a state.

Moreover, even if the soul power reaches the standard, it is not easy to condense a clone. First of all, practitioners must practice the earth-level movement technique "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" to the level of proficiency. Only then can they hope to condense a clone.

Moreover, even if the clone is successfully condensed, the clone will be divided into three levels: entering the subtle world, ascending to the throne, and becoming a great master.

These three levels are directly related to the strength of the clone. The ability of a clone at the entry level is only about one-third of the original body; the ability of a clone at the ascending level is close to two-thirds of the original body; and the ability of a clone at the Dacheng level is as strong as the original body.

The avatar that Fei Tian used before was at the level of the emperor. This was probably a state that he had spent many years of hard training to achieve. It can be seen from this that the difficulty of practicing "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body" is extraordinary.

But fortunately, Xiao Ling has already practiced "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" to its peak state, and his soul power is also extremely powerful. Moreover, with the guidance of Fei Tian, ​​a "senior" who has mastered "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Bodies", Xiao Ling should not encounter too many difficulties in practicing.

Xiao Ling slowly opened her eyes and stood up straight. A dazzling silver light flashed under the soles of his feet, and then, his eyes tightened, and his whole body shot out like thunder and lightning.

As soon as he moved, several afterimages immediately appeared behind him. Xiao Ling stopped and quickly turned around, only to find that the afterimages were slowly disappearing and were not as long-lasting as the cultivation techniques said.

"It is indeed not an easy task to condense clones..." Xiao Ling whispered to himself, frowning slightly, and repeatedly recited the mantra in the cultivation method: "Control the shape with the heart, and leave the soul in the shadow..."

He repeated it over and over again until he understood it. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and stepped forward lightly. As this step fell, his figure appeared dozens of meters away like lightning, leaving four afterimages along the way.

Xiao Ling knew that the key to condensing the clone was to perfectly integrate the soul power with the afterimage. He took a deep breath, concentrated again, and kept trying.

Four of the five afterimages dissipated quickly, while the last one dissipated significantly slower. After about forty seconds, the afterimage gradually disappeared into nothingness. In the process of dissipating, Xiao Ling vaguely felt a faint fluctuation of soul.

Fei Tian's soul body was watching quietly from the side. Although he had lost his physical body, his rich experience was still there.

Seeing that Xiao Ling encountered difficulties when trying to condense the clone, he couldn't help but make some suggestions: "Master, when the afterimage appears, leave a trace of your soul in it, so that you can condense the clone. You can try to condense the clone." The soul power is concentrated on an afterimage, rather than being distracted.”

Xiao Ling nodded and agreed with Fei Tian's suggestion. Then, he left the room and found a secluded hilltop to continue practicing.

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A few days later, deep in the courtyard of the Han family, in a room.

Xiao Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes, and entered a meditative state.

In his soul space, two images of Xiao Ling sat face to face, one with a serious face, and the other surrounded by an invisible flame.

The clone wrapped in flames trembled slightly in it. As the flames continued to burn, a little bit of very faint flames slowly merged into the clone, making its illusory body gradually tinged with an invisible flame. .

After a while, Xiao Ling slowly opened his eyes. An invisible energy burst out from between his eyebrows, then squirmed quickly beside him, and finally turned into a human figure, whose appearance was exactly the same as Xiao Ling's.

"After several days of cultivation, the clone's strength has reached the Douhuang level. It seems that more efforts are needed to reach the subtle realm." Xiao Ling said to himself, having an idea of ​​the difficulty of training "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body" A deeper understanding.

He was very glad that he had the Fallen Heart Flame to temper his clone, which undoubtedly saved a lot of time for cultivation. Otherwise, it would not be easy to achieve such an effect.