This thought popped up in her mind, but she quickly dismissed it and concentrated on swinging the cold sword in her hand.
Although she found that the strength of her Taoist partner exceeded her original expectations, the 108 clay dolls in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul were not so easy to deal with after all... Now it seemed that they had the advantage, but this was mainly based on the protective effect of the golden light.
On the other side, Luo Wusheng uttered another strange syllable.
This is not the "zhen" used in the art of suppressing talismans, nor is it any sword formula in the art of speaking swords.
This was a new spell that Luo Wusheng had created by combining the characteristics of two spells on a whim during his previous dual cultivation.
He called it... the art of convincing people with reason!
As he uttered the syllables, the Goudan sword in his hand swung out a golden rune.
The shapes of these runes are distorted and even look a bit ugly, but upon closer inspection, their crooked appearances are clearly the Chinese character "理" in different shapes.
These "Reason" runes exude an aura of repression, but also have a terrifying sword energy rolling around.
The rune hit a clay doll that was entangled in lightning but seemed unharmed, directly smashing it to the point where it could not take care of itself. Its movements became slow due to the entanglement of the suppressive force and sword energy.
Then it was taken away by Ling Shuangxue with a few swords.
Both of them found their positions... Luo Wusheng played the supporting role, resisting damage while dealing damage and controlling the opponent, and then the Frost and Snow Fairy with high explosive power came in to violently reap the rewards.
(It feels simpler than I originally thought... After all, the clay doll is not a true middle-stage Nascent Soul, and its flaws are too obvious. The difficulty in dealing with it is mainly due to the dense high-level sword energy...)
As the number of clay dolls continued to decrease and the incoming sword energy continued to decrease, Luo Wusheng felt that his role was gradually weakening.
Seeing his wife directly deflecting the sword energy attacking this side and catching an intact clay doll with a hammer and smashing it into pieces, the Demon Sect's Saint could not help but let out a "ga ga".
When the sword embryo was activated, Ling Shuangxue was extremely sensitive to his actions. She turned around and stood by his side, carefully alert to her surroundings while using telepathy to communicate with him.
[What's wrong?]
[Nothing, I'm talking about the two of us killing each other. ]
The Frost and Snow Fairy looked confused.
But she was much more relaxed now. She swung her sword to chop a half-broken clay doll into pieces while continuing to use telepathy.
[The sword embryo seems to be about to solidify, and the abilities you mentioned earlier have almost evolved. ]
[Not in a hurry yet... Well, let me think about it, maybe I'll give it a try when the number of sword puppets is reduced to thirty.]
Try it? Try what
When Ling Shuangxue heard Luo Wusheng's words echoing in her heart, a thought flashed through her mind, but she didn't pay too much attention to it, because another batch of sword energy was thrown onto the golden shield.
The golden body of Buddhism, which had endured countless mid-Nascent Soul level sword energies, finally couldn't hold on any longer and began to show cracks.
Luo Wusheng smiled nonchalantly.
Thirty clay dolls are about the level where you can get away with a little bit of fuss without falling over…
… …
After becoming familiar with the characteristics of the clay dolls and reducing their number, it is indeed much easier to deal with them.
But after all, there are a total of 108 middle-stage Nascent Souls. Even if they have defects, it will not be easy to defeat them in a short time.
Especially in order to avoid completely destroying the power, after Luo Wusheng put away the golden body of Buddha, the threat of the clay doll's sword energy suddenly increased.
Fortunately, there were less than seventy clay dolls at that time, and the pressure was reduced by nearly half, still within the range that Ling Shuangxue and Luo Wusheng could withstand.
As the number of clay dolls continues to decrease, the victory of the two is gradually determined...
The car was almost about to flip over.
In the space filled with black swords and rubble, there were only two somewhat embarrassed figures left.
The trial was finally passed, and all 108 clay dolls in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul were destroyed.
However, the two people in the space...
Luo Wusheng followed his wife submissively with his head hung.
Ling Shuangxue in front of him didn't even look back at the young man behind her.
Upon closer inspection, the Sword Pavilion Fairy still had a hint of spring on her face, her breasts rose and fell, and her breathing was a little disordered.
Only that voice sounded cold.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"Well, next time I will definitely choose a time when there won't be any accidents before using that ability..."
"You still say that!"
He angrily stepped on the foot of the Demon Sect's Saint.
Chapter 383: The Sword Life is Dull
This was the first time that Luo Wusheng had tried spiritual communication.
If I were to express my feelings...
Hey, wife, please don't hit me in the face if possible.
The Holy Son of Demon Sect fell into deep thought. When did he become such a suicidal person
Or am I just that kind of person
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!
A man named Wenjie Liuluo denied the idea that popped into his mind, and then recalled the feeling of having a spiritual connection with his wife through the power of the sword embryo.
Well, it’s a very special feeling of stimulation. I can feel my wife’s moistness without any contact with her body. It’s awesome.
The way those who practice Taoism play is really amazing.
But it may not be so easy to have spiritual communication next time.
This kind of thing requires both people to channel their spirits through the sword embryo to achieve a spiritual entanglement.
This time, Ling Shuangxue didn't understand the situation at all and just followed it without thinking.
Afterwards, he gritted his teeth and let go of the stupid clay doll beside him, and chased after him to beat up his own Taoist partner... which almost led to the failure of the trial.
Luo Wusheng's calculations were very stable, and when he tried to test the waters, he had actually confirmed that the current situation was under control.
Although I didn't expect the aftereffects of this spiritual connection to be so strong, I still managed to keep my composure.
“… It looks like nothing has changed. Is this the end?”
Standing in front of the central altar, Luo Wusheng looked at the trial ground at this moment and spoke intentionally or unintentionally.
After all the black sword clay dolls were knocked down, the secret realm became completely quiet, and there was no movement at all in the ghost pool above the head that replaced the ceiling.
“Maybe there are still some missing conditions.”
Ling Shuangxue, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and spoke in an emotionless tone.
It can be seen that there seems to be some anger between her brows, and there is still a hint of anger in the look she gave her Taoist partner, but her pretty face is slightly red... It's very beautiful.
After receiving the response, Luo Wusheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After signing a number of guarantees of unknown effectiveness, and after earnestly massaging his wife's shoulders and legs and saying a lot of sweet words, the magnanimous Jiange Fairy finally let the matter of the spiritual communication go.
Although he still appears angry, he is actually deliberately making this gesture in order to prevent someone from forgetting the pain in a blink of an eye.
Luo Wusheng naturally wouldn't continue to play tricks at this time... After confirming that the sword embryo had been completely condensed, he had also shamelessly exchanged opinions with his wife and decided on the arrangements for going to the royal city later.
Then the only problem now is the trial ground in front of us.
It is not uncommon for regular trial grounds to not have rewards for completing the game. Especially for a trial ground like this one, where you can gain experience fighting with a large number of people at almost no cost, and without any life-threatening danger, the very existence of the ground is actually an opportunity.
But the problem is, if it fails to pass the level, at least it still has some special power sent by the pool water in the sky, but if it succeeds, it gets nothing
This is a bit hard to justify.
"Lack of conditions..."
Luo Wusheng muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping across the murals on the surrounding walls, trying to discern something from them.
But unfortunately, these murals are too abstract, and some parts seem to have been damaged, making them completely incomprehensible.
After searching to no avail, he turned his gaze back to the altar in front of him.
There isn't much that's special about this trial ground. At first glance, there's only the black sword on the ground, the pool of water in the sky, the murals on the walls, and the stone sculptures on the altar.
Luo Wusheng took a deep breath.
In fact, he had roughly guessed what the conditions that caused the change were from the beginning.
but…
He probed his spiritual consciousness into his Dantian.
The pitch-black broken sword appeared in his spiritual field of vision... Sensing the invasion of his spiritual consciousness, the small broken sword obviously shrank further into his dantian.
Following the connection, Luo Wusheng could feel the warning and threatening information coming from it.
To translate it briefly, the general meaning is: I would rather die than go out.
If you force it to go out, it will break the door!
After considering what the "door" meant to this bad-tempered Broken Sword, Luo Wusheng decisively gave up this breakthrough at the beginning.
And now, after finding no other solution, he had no choice but to change his mind again.
(Now it seems that the reason why it was so quiet this time back in the secret realm was that it was simply resisting showing up... Is this trial ground very unfriendly to it?)
Luo Wusheng hesitated.
It’s not that he was really afraid that the Sword Emperor’s broken sword would break through the “door”... The way the broken sword entered and exited his dantian was actually a form of virtual shuttle, and it wouldn’t actually hurt his kidneys.
Of course, if the fight really gets going, he will suffer a lot, but he should be able to get through it if he grits his teeth.
However, he was not sure what changes would occur in this secret realm after the small broken sword appeared.
Logically speaking, this secret realm was passed down by the Sword Emperor to his successor, so there shouldn't be any traps designed to trap future generations...
But Broken Sword's reaction was too abnormal.
He was still thinking when he felt a sharp pain in his waist.
It seemed that the Broken Sword, which had a low IQ, felt that the body it was parasitizing had not given up the idea, so it performed an act of protest.
Okay, no more hesitation.
The Holy Son of Demon Sect made up his mind.
… …
When the pitch-black broken sword appeared in this trial ground that seemed to be underground, Luo Wusheng's face had turned pale, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Ling Shuangxue on the side no longer pretended to be cold. She pulled up her sleeve and gently wiped the forehead of her Taoist partner with her bare hands. Although her expression was a little bit distressed, it was filled with more weirdness.
"hiss-"
Luo Wusheng was still gasping for breath, holding his waist tightly, but his eyes were looking forward cautiously.
At this moment, the broken sword of the Sword Emperor was floating quietly above the stone sculpture of the altar.
To be honest, the Broken Sword's effect in breaking the "door" was indeed quite fatal. When Luo Wusheng started pulling it, he felt a little regretful.
At this time, another force replaced his will.
The altar stone sculpture seemed to sense the breath of the broken sword, and an invisible force directly joined the tug-of-war and became the main force in pulling the naughty child back.
The naughty kid's broken sword was completely routed, and he was dragged to his current position with no hope of living.
Wisps of black mist emanated from the trembling sword and merged into the surface of the stone sculpture, completely covering it.
Luo Wusheng could feel that the energy that the Broken Sword had finally obtained by devouring the Sword Ghost and rubbing against the Thirty-Six Swords Formation was now floating out little by little.
(The authority has not changed, and there are no signs of danger. The Broken Sword has no major problems except crying in the communication. The lost energy can be gathered back by the special sword ghost over time...)
While still thinking, Luo Wusheng found that his wife suddenly stopped moving, stretched out her hand, and a cold sword fell into her hand, protecting him behind her.
He instantly entered a state of telepathy and saw what Ling Shuangxue was on guard against.
However, the black mist covering the stone sculpture seemed to come alive and was gradually breaking away from the stone sculpture, forming a petite figure made of black mist.
The broken sword that was floating on the top of the stone sculpture just now fell into the hands of the black mist figure, and was then thrown to the ground.