Chapter 127: Wind Spirit Body Is Formed, and Cultivation Is Greatly Improved
The night fell, like a huge black cloth covering the entire Zhenyu Mountain Range. In the valleys between the mountains, the brightly lit camps of all parties lined up in a long dragon.
In the crystal coffin, Mo Qingkuang woke up from the tingling pain that made him numb, and his whole body was numb from the inside out.
The effect of the ethereal fruit had been absorbed, and the wind spirit body was successfully shaped. His body, as if it had been broken and recast, began to grow flesh and blood again.
While the flesh and blood were growing, the wind attribute energy from the outside world also consciously poured into Mo Qingkuang's body.
They were like a young swallow throwing itself into his arms, turning into pure true energy, constantly raising Mo Qingkuang's cultivation.
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In a remote forest in the Zhenyu Mountain Range, Chu Yanran looked at the young man who was meditating and regulating his breath in front of her with a look of horror.
After Lin Yang brought her out of the Fallen Leaf King's Tomb, he didn't say a word. After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, he opened his mouth and took a handful of pills, and then entered this state of regulating his breath, which has continued to this day.
Chu Yanran was extremely shocked by Lin Yang's sudden burst of terrifying strength, which was not what they should have at their age!
What kind of existence is it to be able to fight against the King of Fallen Leaves? If it's not the King of Martial Arts, then it's not far off.
She was increasingly unable to see through this brother Lin Yang, who she had casually pulled aside as a shield, suddenly rose strongly, and finally captured her heart.
It can be seen that Lin Yang's injuries were not light, and he has not recovered even after adjusting his breath until now.
She didn't dare to leave, because she was worried that Lin Yang would be in danger alone in this jungle, and she didn't know where he was now, and whether she could handle it if she encountered danger.
So she stayed by Lin Yang's side.
After another hour, Lin Yang suddenly opened his eyes, with fire jumping in his eyes, and exhaled a breath of turbid air, which suddenly ignited the bushes not far in front of him.
Lin Yang stood up, wiped his palm, and took the flames that had just ignited on the bushes back into his body, looking at the direction of the hill where the King of Fallen Leaves's Mausoleum was located, with an uncertain expression.
After a long time, he sighed deeply: "I lost again!"
"Brother Lin Yang." Chu Yanran's face was a little pale, and Lin Yang's appearance at this moment made her a little unfamiliar.
Lin Yang turned his head and put on a smiling face: "Yanran, I'm fine, but this time he took the lead again."
Seeing that Lin Yang was forcing a smile and was still in a low mood, Chu Yanran gently comforted him: "It's okay, Brother Lin Yang. He was able to take the lead because he got the "Nianhua Treasure Mirror" first in the Nianhua King's Mausoleum. If you got the "Nianhua Treasure Mirror", you would of course benefit."
Lin Yang's face was dejected: "One wrong step, all wrong steps. Don't be frivolous, do you really have such a destiny?"
"Brother Lin Yang, I believe in you! You will definitely surpass him, surpass everyone, and stand at the top of the continent!" In this regard, Chu Yanran had to continue to comfort him.
"Yanran, please don't tell anyone about my previous surge in strength." Lin Yang suddenly looked deeply into Chu Yanran's eyes.
Medicine Saint is his biggest trump card, and he can't easily expose it unless it is absolutely necessary.
Logically speaking, anyone who saw it would try their best to silence it, but Chu Yanran, he couldn't bear it.
"Brother Lin Yang, don't worry! Yanran will definitely keep today's matter to herself. When we return to the sect, we will say that it was King Luoye who threw us out." Chu Yanran didn't know why Lin Yang had such a strong strength, and he was unwilling to expose it. But if Lin Yang didn't say it, she didn't ask, but just nodded obediently.
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When the morning sun fell, the lid of the crystal coffin opened automatically.
Mo Qingkuang finally regained control of his body.
With a straight waist, his whole body floated up like a light leaf, and then slowly stood on the ground.
The wind spirit body has been formed, and Mo Qingkuang finally experienced the feeling of Chen Kong.
The wind element in the air consciously poured into his body, and even if he was not in the state of cultivation, he was slowly improving his strength.
The spirit body is the darling of heaven and earth, and the speed of cultivation is even more amazing.
Of course, the magical uses of the wind spirit body are more than just this.
Mo Qingkuang can also feel the subtle changes in the air flow, and can easily find the most unobstructed route from it!
It's as if he has wings behind him, and his speed is even three times faster than before.
Now Mo Qingkuang, at the limit speed, even a high-level master can hardly hurt his life!
With his understanding of the wind element, Mo Qingkuang can even use the wind to float briefly in the air.
Although it has no particularly great practical effect, flying in the air is an ability that can only be possessed after reaching at least the level of martial honor, and it will be great to show off in the future.
And his own cultivation has jumped three grades to the level of a seventh-grade martial artist. You know, Chen Kong was promoted from a ninth-grade martial artist to a master after he got the empty spirit fruit.
But it's normal. The energy required for a fourth-grade martial artist to a seventh-grade martial artist is completely different from the energy required for a ninth-grade martial artist to be promoted to a first-grade master.
In addition, the divine-level skills that Mo Qingkuang practiced require more pure and huge energy for promotion, and the magnitude of this improvement is almost the same.
"Grandfather, I succeeded!" Mo Qingkuang jumped three feet high, then slowly descended from the sky, excitedly adapting to his new abilities.
Mo Fan said calmly: "There's nothing to be excited about, everything is under control."
Mo Fan could understand Mo Qingkuang's excitement, but he still couldn't help wanting to pour some cold water on him.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a body, would you have gotten this good thing?
My ancestor was known as the War Emperor in the past. He had no rivals in the same level, but he was just a heavenly bone. My previous life didn't even have a spirit body!
Baby is bitter, but baby doesn't say it!
Mo Qingkuang was speechless when he heard this. Although it was indeed thanks to the ancestor's planning, he was really excited!
Wind Spirit Body, this is the strongest talent that has never appeared in the Mo family's ancestors!
"Ancestor, what about King Luoye?" Mo Qingkuang asked. He was able to get such a fortune. On the one hand, he had to thank the ancestor for his careful planning, and on the other hand, it was because King Luoye was willing to help others.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth. He burned his body, refined the empty spirit fruit for you, and then his soul flew away." Mo Fan said.
The fate of King Luoye was not beyond his expectations. After refining the empty spirit fruit for Mo Qingkuang, King Luoye no longer had any attachment to the human world.
With guilt towards his master and fellow apprentices, and with a sudden realization a thousand years after his death, King Luoye finally chose to punish himself by having his soul shattered and never reincarnated.
He also gave up the "Scripture of Withering and Flourishing" that had a chance to bring him back to life, and chose the cruelest way to make up for the mistakes he made in his lifetime.
Mo Qingkuang stared at the crystal clear coffin in a daze and sighed.
He closed the coffin lid, dug out a stone from the wall with his hands, and used his true qi to carve it into a stone tablet, which he placed in front of the crystal coffin.
He then wrapped his fingers with true qi and carved a line of large characters on the stone tablet: "The Tomb of the Late King Luoye."