Martial World

The black space storm swept the sky, as if to devour everything. This is the combination of time and space. The complex mood makes it more and more difficult to travel through it. шШщNET} [The latest update of Baishu Zhai .]

Lin Ming's pupils shrank. Facing this black space storm, he became even more excited. However, unlike last time, his excitement was more solemn.

The space storm that integrates the artistic conception of time requires him to adjust his own time flow to the extent that it conforms to the law of time while adapting to the power of space.

It's not easy to do two things with one mind.

"Crack!"

Lin Ming aimed at a space and time node and stabbed it with a spear.

The spear with a spiral strength pierced into the black storm, rolling up a series of spiral ripples, and the spiral ripples just appeared, the speed suddenly slowed down, like a swimming fish caught in the mud.

"The time is wrong."

Lin Ming's body retreated violently, dodging a spatial turbulence and adjusting to the flow of time again.

"Crack clap!"

With one shot, beautiful spiral ripples appeared one after another in the space storm. Each thread was like an arrow shot into the water, carrying a circle of ripples into the space storm. The violent collision, the thread slowly melted away.

Lin Ming was always dodging the power of space, retreating step by step, the spear in his hand stabbed faster and faster, at a certain moment, a light flashed in his eyes, and the power of the Heretic God was activated!

Ten percent of the power of the Heretic God, Lin Ming's body compressed his true energy and burst out. He stepped on Jinpeng's Void Breaking Technique, his speed soared, and the energy of his entire body was poured into the Zixuan spear. Into the space storm!

Fighting against the space storm from a distance, Lin Ming could only comprehend a few details. Only when you devote yourself to the storm of time and space can you realize the most fundamental laws of artistic conception.

The power of space roared beside Lin Ming. The power of space was known to annihilate everything. When he was passing through the ancient teleportation formation, Lin Ming's Xumi Jie fell into the space storm and burst into pieces in an instant. It fell out, and Lin Ming saw it with his own eyes. Turned into fly ash and disappeared into the invisible.

Such a terrifying power of space, to resist with true essence alone, it is courting death, only the power to comply with it. Only by using the laws of space to protect yourself can you find life in it.

"Crap!"

Lin Ming was careless,

A trace of space power was missed, and it was this trace of power that wiped Lin Ming's arm, his body-protecting essence shattered like a scrap of paper, and the muscles of his arm burst open. Bone was visible deep in the wound, and blood splattered out, instantly dissipating and invisible in the space storm.

"horrible!"

Lin Ming sucked in a breath of cold air and hurriedly gathered his energy. Re-adapt to the flow of the power of space.

Just a trace of the power of space can cause such terrifying damage. Who said that the attack power of space artistic conception is insufficient?

When facing Xing Tian back then, Lin Ming used his spatial mood to fight the opponent's destructive mood. Compared with the Destruction Concept, Lin Ming deeply felt the lack of the Space Concept's attack power. The advantage of space artistic conception is that it makes the moves changeable and hard to guard against.

However, now it seems that it is not that the spatial artistic conception has insufficient attack power, but that his understanding is too shallow, but it is just a drop of water in the sea.

"I have a long way to go..."

Lin Ming released his perception, closed his eyes, and completely retracted his body-protecting essence. Since the body-protecting essence was simply unable to resist this spatial storm, he might as well take it all away and let his spiritual power reach an unprecedented concentration.

At that moment, Lin Ming's mind was completely empty, and the sea of ​​​​spirit was empty. He was immersed in the space storm without any protection, and he would be smashed to pieces if he made a wrong move, and he would never end!

Ordinary testers, the artistic conception of confronting the qualification test is only to dodge and resist, so it is a crazy way to rush into it without any scruples.

Of course, the benefits of madness are also obvious. Lin Ming's understanding of the artistic conception of time and space is constantly improving!

"Space is not a void, it is like the ocean where all things exist, and it is the property of all things."

"It's not that space accommodates all things, but after the existence of all things, there is a space to measure their position and volume. This is just like the difference between men and women is an attribute of human beings. Only after there are human beings, it is meaningful to talk about men and women, then Only when there are all things, space has meaning..."

Lin Ming swam in the ocean of space unconsciously. He seemed to have vaguely understood the essence of space...

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The space storm was over. Lin Ming stood on the black ground. The broken muscles in his right hand had already healed half.

"It's over? What a pity!"

Lin Ming shook his head. If the state just now could continue, he would definitely have a deeper understanding.

"Huh? That's..." Lin Ming saw not far away, thunder and fire were billowing.

"Thunderfire mood! It's really a comprehensive test." Lin Ming's eyes were full of fighting intent. Compared with the illusory power of time and space, thunderfire mood was his specialty. He was already familiar with the power of thunderfire.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The thunder and flames in the distance merged together, and the thunder and fire were rolling and extremely violent.

The corners of Lin Ming's mouth curled up, "It's interesting when you combine it. If it's just the mood of thunder or the mood of fire, it's too boring."

In the past, when Lin Ming integrated the power of thunder and fire, he went to the training ground for the artistic conception of thunder and the training ground for the artistic conception of fire.

A single artistic conception always made Lin Ming feel as if the heat was a little worse. Now, in this king's cage qualification test, the combination of the two made Lin Ming feel overjoyed.

It's a really nice place.

Lin Ming wished he could do this kind of qualification test a few more times.

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"Hey, this kid has been in for half an hour." Outside the trial grounds, Yan Chi glanced at the hourglass and said to Fengshen.

At this time, Fengshen was closing his eyes and meditating, entering a strange cultivation state. If Lin Ming was here, he would be able to see that this was a kind of martial intent!

Similar to Lin Ming's ethereal martial intent, it was also an auxiliary martial intent that could greatly speed up his cultivation.

Seeing that Fengshen didn't answer at all, Yanchi felt bored and could only give up. Facing Fengshen, he had no temper at all.

Yan Chi remembered that when he entered the qualification trial, he came out in an hour. The length of time doesn't explain anything, but generally speaking, if it takes less than half an hour to come out, it is generally a trial qualification below the middle rank of saint level, and even the king's stone tablet cannot be used.

Yan Chi had no doubt that Lin Ming was capable of ascending to the King's Stele, but only to what extent.

"If it can reach the level of Fengshen, it would be amazing. Fengshen, this arrogant guy, stayed here today for the first time to see the results of Lin Ming's trial. He also cares a little about Lin Ming..."

thought here. Yan Chi was a little uncomfortable. Once Lin Ming became a Heavenly Asura, it meant that Lin Ming's future achievements would surpass him.

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In the trial space, Lin Ming stood in the air, holding the Zixuan spear. Long hair fluttered, and beside him, thunder and flames whistled, and the violent energy of the world baptized his body recklessly.

Lin Ming stabbed with a spear, the Purple Lightning Divine Bamboo merged with tens of thousands of thunderbolts, and the sacred flame of the parasol swept through the scorching flames. In such an attack. Lin Ming's understanding of the fusion of thunder and fire artistic conception became more and more thorough.

And at this moment, white light flashed. Six shadows appeared in the sky, vague phantoms, holding energy body spears and halberds, attacking and killing Lin Ming.

Lin Ming let out a long howl. At this time, the violent heaven and earth vitality in his body was compressed together, and if he didn't vent it out, it seemed like it was about to explode.

"Good come!"

Lin Ming flicked his Zixuan spear. Charge towards these six phantoms!

The splendid spear ray cut through the sky.

Lin Ming shouted loudly, and the man and the spear merged into one. Under the blessing of flames and thunder, Lin Ming's speed instantly reached its peak, and the space was shaken by the wanton light of the spear.

"Hey!"

Like a burning meteor, Lin Ming instantly pierced through three of the six phantoms, killing him with one shot! The other three phantoms were also hit by the aftermath of the flames and thunder, and were seriously injured!

This move was the fusion of chasing electricity and chasing the sun. It was also Lin Ming's strongest move. Lin Ming named it Guanhong.

Taking this name, one is to describe that after this move is issued, it instantly cuts through the sky, and the spear glows like a long rainbow hanging in the air, so it is named after the rainbow.

Furthermore, Lin Ming's first spear was also called Guanhong, and the name had a commemorative meaning.

"happy!"

Ever since he realized Guanhong, although Lin Ming had practiced it thousands of times, he had never used it in actual combat. Now there is finally an enemy to fight against, even if it was just a virtual enemy of energy, it made Lin Ming feel full and happy.

There were still three phantoms, and Lin Ming charged with his spear.

"Puff puff!"

Three rays of light flashed, killing again!

These six phantoms were too weak compared to Lin Ming.

Immediately afterwards, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, heavy dark clouds obscured the starry sky, and the endless black earth beneath his feet turned into a vast ocean of smoke.

Thunder flashed recklessly, tearing apart the sky like a divine weapon dropped by a god.

"Boom!"

The sea suddenly exploded, and dozens of water columns rushed out of the sky several hundred meters high. In the water column, there was a purple Flood Dragon, roaring and charging towards Lin Ming.

Before the Jiaolong arrived, the terrifying aura and a sense of coercion were suppressed like a mountain. Amidst this coercion, a purple awn suddenly rushed into Lin Ming's spiritual sea.

"Huh? It's a soul attack!"

Lin Ming froze in his heart, what a test!

The power of artistic conception, personal strength, strength of soul, almost all-encompassing, all involved!

The soul attack rushed into Lin Ming's spiritual sea, and was immediately dissolved by the martial intent of Samsara, without causing any damage to Lin Ming.

Then, the Jiaolong roared and charged towards Lin Ming.

The waves and the wind blew up, like the end of the world. Lin Ming instantly judged that this Flood Dragon was definitely not something he could easily deal with. The spiritual power was linked to the Heretic God's seed, and Lin Ming still activated the power of the Heretic God!

boom!

With his long hair flying, Lin Ming held the Zixuan spear, and his fighting spirit swept the world!

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"An hour and a quarter of an hour..." Dagu glanced at the hourglass outside the trial site. This time was about the same as the time it took to confer the gods. The corresponding results can be high or low. If the road is unstoppable, he can be conferred a heaven-level Shura. If the speed is slow, the Earth-level Shura may not be able to get along.

At this moment, the door of light shook violently, and Dagu's eyelids jumped. The trial is over?

Seeing the door of light shaking, Yan Chi stood up, and even Fengshen, who had been meditating, opened his indifferent eyes...

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