That student was the closest to the ring and happened to be facing the Martial Soul Stone, so he was the first to notice something strange and cried out in horror.
"What?! He really has the potential of a martial soul? Impossible!"
This stone stirred up thousands of waves, and all the students looked at it.
Zuo Heng was also taken aback for a moment, while Wu Qiyue's body trembled slightly, her water-like eyes flickered slightly, spreading out like ripples.
Time seemed to stand still, and everyone forgot to breathe. There was indeed a light slowly shining on the transparent spirit stone.
"It really is the light of the martial soul!"
Qin Zhen was shocked in his heart, and shouted in horror: "Quick, let's see what quality it is!"
The martial soul test can show up to nine soul lights, each of which is a level, namely the lower, middle, and upper ranks. According to legend, there are ten soul lights of the highest quality.
Yang Qingxuan was much calmer. When his hand touched the Wuhun Stone, a very comfortable feeling spread in his heart, and it even had the effect of nourishing the soul.
At this moment, his main soul has returned, and under the fusion, his soul power is far superior to that of ordinary warriors, so it is not surprising that he can give birth to the light of a martial soul.
But at this moment, his left shoulder shrugged slightly, and an indescribable feeling flowed through the meridians in his body.
"It's the power of the imprint!"
"Oops, what the hell is that imprint, it's out of control!"
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were terrified, he could only feel the violent power gushing out from the imprint, flowing into the Wuhun Stone along his meridians!
"boom!"
The Martial Soul Stone exploded suddenly, directly breaking into pieces.
Yang Qingxuan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the soul light on the Wuhun stone seemed to burst out ten times in an instant, and then the light exploded when it exploded.
"What... what's going on?"
Everyone was stunned. It was unheard of for the Martial Soul Stone to explode.
Wu Qiyue was trembling all over, and her jade-like ten fingers hidden in her long sleeves trembled slightly.
In the depths of her agile black eyes, a large number of bloodshots condensed, gathered into thin circles one by one, forming a strange pattern.
Wu Qiyue was a little restless, and secretly blamed herself: "It's all my fault for being too careless. At that moment just now, it seemed that I had experienced ten soul lights. Unfortunately, I didn't use my blue eyes, so I couldn't see clearly!"
And at the moment when the Wuhun Stone exploded, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky, and then all kinds of wind and clouds came together, and the thunder exploded!
A little bit of purple flames raged across the sky, igniting the entire sky!
The terrifying coercion descended from the sky, and it seemed that thousands of troops and horses came from the sky, sweeping the universe!
However, the most shocking thing is that this sense of coercion not only covered Tiancong Academy, but even directly covered the entire Cangnan Kingdom!
"What's going on? What's going on?!"
From around the arena, to the entire academy, and even the entire Baishui City, the imperial capital of the Cangnan Kingdom, everyone fell into a huge panic.
All the strong men in the city raised their heads and looked at the terrifying sky vision.
"This is… "
Wu Qiyue raised her head hastily, a blue light flashed in her eyes.
In the depths of those eyes, countless tiny blood beads condensed and turned into thousands of chains, criss-crossing and condensing into formations!
On that formation, a giant cyan eye emerged and slowly opened.
The giant blue eyes, with a dark gray luster, are like a calm black sea when staring at them, and they are as deep as the sky and the universe when the streamer changes, as if they want to be included in the billions of galaxies, and they can see everything in the world.
Wu Qiyue hid her fingers in her long sleeves and made a formula, trying to use her "blue eyes" to see through the vision of the martial spirit, but the moment she stared at it, it was as if a purple lightning came through the void, and the giant eyes were shattered with a "bang", and the entire body The formation suddenly collapsed!
Wu Qiyue's whole body trembled, not only her blue eyes were shattered, but also her mind exploded. The terrifying force directly hit the Lingtai Sea of Consciousness, her internal organs!
She lost all five senses and six senses in an instant, and her whole body became blank. In the insignificant void of the sea of consciousness, there seemed to be an illusory figure overlooking the earth, and said in a contemptuous cold voice: "What are you? How dare you peep at me?" My Martial Soul!"
Wu Qiyue trembled, as if she had regained some consciousness, boundless fear surged from all directions and penetrated into her soul.
At this moment, she realized what a stupid and terrible thing she had done, two lines of blood seeped out of those autumn-like pupils.
The vision is like a god who reigns over the earth, and her martial spirit is as humble as an ant, kneeling at the steps of the king, trembling.
Wu Qiyue stood under the ring, her lips were pale.
Apart from fear, there is no consciousness in my mind anymore, just like a small boat floating with leaves, on the magnificent sea, its fate is involuntary, and it may capsize at any time.
And the surrounding Zuo Heng, Qin Zhen and others, although they didn't dare to peek at the vision of the martial soul, they were also under great pressure, each of them frightened and circulated their true energy to resist the terrifying coercion!
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
A dozen or so figures couldn't bear it any longer and knelt down on the spot!
Zuo Heng was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over, and finally felt a pain in his chest. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he knelt down on the spot with a "plop", propped his limbs on the ground, and trembled like an ant!
Immediately afterwards, Yu Liang also turned pale, and knelt down on his knees, trembling and twitching on the ground like a goat.
The rest of the students looked at this scene in awe. Although they all had the potential of martial souls, not all of them had awakened martial souls.
Without awakening the Martial Soul, you don't even have the right to be coerced!
Qin Zhen was also trembling violently, big cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, his face was bloodless. The iron-framed man was like a fallen leaf in the wind, appearing weak, humble, and helpless.
Yang Qingxuan looked at the sky in a daze, and became a little lost. In the majesty of the day and the earth, above the thick black clouds, there seemed to be a tall figure standing between the sky and the earth, stepping on purple flames.
At this moment, in Tian Cong Academy, in a huge secret room.
Under the dim light, a ten-foot-square formation was slowly moving, emitting a gradual brilliance. An old man sat cross-legged on the front of the formation, his white beard was like snow, and his navy blue robe was spotless.
Only those who have reached the original martial arts level can fly in the air.
This old man can sit cross-legged, at least he is also a great master who has reached the original martial arts realm.
The old man was cultivating in samadhi, when suddenly the secret room trembled violently, and the light on the formation also swayed.
As soon as the seal in his hand condensed, a phantom was about to condense behind him, but was affected by the force of the vibration, and the phantom shattered instantly!
"puff!"
The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
He stretched out his hands and looked down at his arms, only to see circles of ripples flowing from his arms to his fingertips, and trembling slightly.
"Martial soul suppression!"
The old man spat out the four words with difficulty, the world only knows that martial souls are divided into four grades of extreme, upper, middle and lower, but they don't know that this is just a division of low grades.
In terms of the level of Wuhun, there are four levels: Emperor, King, Jun, and Fan.
The old man's martial soul is a king-level existence, not to mention the Cangnan Empire, even the entire five northern kingdoms, they are all outstanding.
Now it is actually suppressed by a breath!
The old man's heart was full of turmoil, he didn't care about healing, he hurriedly opened the door of the secret room and rushed out.
The next moment, he rose against the wind and flew up to Tiancong Academy for thousands of miles into the sky.
The purple clouds in the sky are shining brightly, like pieces of purple dragon scales, covering the sky and turning into a sea of purple!
The terrifying coercion spread out with the brilliance, dazzling the eyes and shocking the soul!
The old man didn't dare to look more, suppressed the shock in his heart, hurriedly clasped his fists together, bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "I don't know which lord has come to Tiancong Academy in Baishui City. You will not leave to welcome you, and I hope you will forgive me. "
The old man is the dean of Tian Cong Academy, Qingbuli who is honored as the "King of Wuzhong" by the Northern Five Kingdoms.
He stood aside respectfully, not daring to raise his head, and just called out loudly three times, but he never got an answer.
Qing Buli looked up cautiously, only to see the purple flames shining brightly, mixed with lightning and thunder. If you look closely, you can see that there is a thunder cloud like a dragon behind the ink cloud, with a dazzling golden light on its back, it seems to be descending slowly.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, as if thunder and lightning had passed through him, he suddenly remembered something, and shouted out loud: "Ten swings and ten decisions... Qianjun Biyi... This martial soul is... This martial soul is..."
Immediately, a huge fear enveloped my heart, and it was difficult to say the following words.
(end of this chapter)