Chapter 133 3rd Level Divine Vein

The purple-black mist lingered in the air, Lin Tian stared at the front, the old wood became thinner, the space became darker, and he felt a very dangerous feeling. He looked back at Leng Feng, and saw Leng Feng's eyes flickering, obviously he was afraid of this place, which made him even more vigilant towards the front.

"Catch it without a fight."

Leng Feng said.

"Is it possible?" Lin Tian said coldly, "I'm still waiting to deal with you two brothers."

A cold light flashed across Leng Feng's eyes, he stopped talking, and slashed at Lin Tian with his sword.

A long sword appeared in Lin Tian's hand. It was a high-grade spiritual weapon broken wound sword that he had snatched from Xu Muyang. Holding the broken wound sword, he used the Cang Lei sword technique to the extreme, and he cut it with a sword, bringing out a dazzling thunder beam.

"boom!"

The two collided with each other, and violent air currents swept across the ten directions.

Lin Tiandeng stepped back a few steps, only feeling the qi and blood in his body churning.

Leng Feng didn't move a step, but his eyes flickered a few times. It is really extraordinary that the second heaven of Shenmai can have such combat power, killed more than a dozen strong members of the Leng family, and resisted him until now, and the killing intent in his heart suddenly became stronger.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

At this time, the sound of piercing the sky sounded, and all the other members of the Leng family rushed over.

Leng Yitong looked forward, his expression froze slightly, then stared at Lin Tian and sneered: "Run! Why don't you run away!"

Apparently, Leng Yitong was also very clear about Lao Lin in front of him.

Holding the Broken Sword, Lin Tian stood upright and glanced at the crowd indifferently. At this moment, the road ahead has been completely blocked, and Leng Feng is standing in the very center. It is impossible for him to break through no matter what, there is only a road behind.

Sweeping behind him, the purple mist was lingering, as if there was an evil ghost in it.

"Leng Yitong, Leng Feng, try your best to pray for my death, otherwise, your Leng family will never have peace."

Lin Tian said coldly.

As soon as he retracted the long sword, he cast a cold glance at Leng Yitong and Leng Feng, kicked his legs on the ground, retreated abruptly, and disappeared into the rotten forest in a blink of an eye.

Leng Feng was stunned for a moment, and frowned, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Entering the rotting poisonous forest, even the strong with the ninth level of the divine veins will not be able to come out alive, and will be poisoned to death by the miasma breath inside.

In this way, today's matter is completely over.

"Things who don't know how to live or die dare to step into this place!"

Leng Yitong snorted.

Leng Feng asked dozens of men in black to return to the family, and after glancing at Leng Yitong, he turned and left.

Leng Yitong looked into the corrupt forest, and smiled coldly: "Fight with me, this is the end."

As he said that, Leng Yitong turned around and left with a haughty expression on his face.

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In the rotten forest, the purple-black mist is even more dense, like a forest of mist.

Lin Nei, Lin Tian walked ten feet, his body suddenly trembled violently, and a heart-piercing pain erupted from his body. At the same time, his vision gradually became blurred, his limbs were numb, and waves of dizziness quickly came to his mind.

"Is this poison?!"

Lin Tian's heart sank to the bottom, he had only entered the rotten forest for a moment, but he had already had such a reaction.

Lin Tian stopped and sat cross-legged, running the quadrupole to counterbalance.

The faint silver smooth intertwined in his body, the spiritual energy surged, but it brought more purple-black mist into his body, making him tremble violently, and opened his mouth to cough up a mouthful of blood. black silk.

Lin Tian's pupils shrank, he was poisoned!

Cursing secretly, Lin Tian quickly thought about how to resolve the poisonous gas. At this moment, he only felt that there were flying knives rampaging in his body, and the purple-black mist entering his body was constantly corroding his internal organs.

Heart-piercing pain kept coming up, and gradually, Lin Tian only felt that his consciousness was a little blurred.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a ray of light lit up in the dim rotting forest.

Lin Tian was shocked, and looked down, only to see the sword pattern in the heart of his right hand suddenly lit up, and a series of light-shaped lines spread along his arm to the whole body. Wherever these lines passed,

He could clearly feel the purple-black mist in his body disappearing little by little, being refined one after another by a mysterious force.

About half an hour later, the sword pattern dimmed, and the pattern also disappeared.

Lin Tian blinked, only to feel refreshed all of a sudden, the feeling of dizziness and weakness of limbs just now disappeared, and his body became extremely ethereal. Standing up, Lin Tian tried to take a deep breath, and found that the purple-black mist around him had no effect on him at all.

"good stuff!"

Looking at the sword pattern in the heart of his right hand, Lin Tian's eyes lit up, this thing can actually detoxify!

At this time, a gust of wind came from the front, and the purple-black mist rolled like a stream of water. Although Lin Tian had already developed immunity to this poisonous mist, he was still choked and couldn't help coughing dryly. After a few breaths, Lin Tian stopped his dry cough, looked up into the depths, and frowned slightly.

"This thing floats from the depths, is there something there?"

Lin Tian whispered.

Standing on the spot for a moment, hesitating for a while, Lin Tian finally gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and walked deep.

The ground of the rotting poisonous forest was obviously much wetter than the outside. Only then did Lin Tian realize that not only were there few trees, but almost all of them were withered. Large pieces of yellow leaves fell to the ground, and they made chirping noises when they stepped on them.

Following the direction where the purple mist came, Lin Tian walked forward cautiously. During the journey, he found the corpses of many monsters on the ground, almost all of them were third-level monsters and second-level monsters, and some of them had just died. Yes, there are also those who have been dead for a long time, presumably they all died of poisoning after getting into it by mistake.

Gradually, the purple mist became thicker and thicker, and at this time, a huge pool appeared in front of it.

"That is!?"

Lin Tian's pupils trembled.

Looking around, the pool was about tens of feet away, and there was a huge corpse of a monster lying in the pool. The blood from the monster almost stained the pool red.

Lin Tian couldn't help but gasped: "Level 7 monster, Salamander!"

A seventh-level monster, which is a terrifying existence comparable to the sea consciousness, died here! Moreover, Lin Tian finally understands why there is such a terrible poisonous mist in this forest, because the poisonous salamanders are highly poisonous, and after they die, the toxins in their bodies decompose, forming mist that floats in this old forest .

Staring at the corpse of the fire lizard, Lin Tian's eyes suddenly lit up.

With a slight leap, Lin Tian landed on the head of the Salamander. The poisonous mist around the Salamander was thicker, but he is no longer afraid of this poisonous mist. He took out a dagger from the stone ring, and cut open the Salamander's head. Enduring the rancid smell and nausea, he inserted his right hand into the Salamander's head.

"Still!"

Talking to himself, Lin Tian withdrew his right hand, and there was a fist-sized beast nucleus in his hand.

Staring at this beast core, Lin Tian's face was full of surprises.

The beast core of the fire lizard, the seventh-level beast core, this is an absolute good thing!

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and the ancients never deceived me."

Lin Tian wanted to laugh out loud.

The beast core of a seventh-level monster, after refining this beast core, he can at least step into the third heaven of divine veins!

"Leng Feng, Leng Yitong, you wait."

With a sneer, Lin Tian jumped off the head of the fire lizard, came to the side of a dead tree, and began to refine the beast core.

With a thought, the sword patterns lit up, and vast spiritual power gushed out from the beast core.

Lin Tian only felt that his body was instantly submerged by a source of spiritual power, and he couldn't help moaning in a low voice due to the refreshing feeling. Immediately, he quickly calmed himself down, activated the quadrupole meridian, guided the vast spiritual energy in his body, and helped him build a third divine meridian, connecting the meridian to the Taoist acupoint.

The process went smoothly, and the pain was even much less than before.

"As expected of the beast core of a seventh-level monster!"

Lin Tian secretly said.

The huge spiritual energy can not only make the cultivation smoother, but also can reduce the pain of cultivation.

The beast core of a seventh-level monster undoubtedly has such advantages, and the spiritual energy contained in it is extremely vast.

"Buzz!"

It can be seen that outside Lin Tian's body, there are silver light curtains coiling around him, and the aura on his body is constantly getting stronger.

Lin Tian concentrated his mind and practiced quietly.

In this way, three hours passed quickly.

Three hours later, with a bang, a gust of wind suddenly swayed around Lin Tian, ​​and this terrifying breath swept out, blowing away all the dead leaves beside him.

"Triple Divine Veins!"

Lin Tian opened his eyes, and the two rays of light flashed away.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes again and continued to practice.

The aura contained in the beast core of a seventh-level monster is really amazing. After relying on this aura to rush into the third heaven of the gods, there is still a steady stream of aura entering the body. Naturally, Lin Tian will not waste this, continue Running the quadrupole meridian, he began to build the fourth divine vein. For the fourth divine vein, he chose the part from the head to the right leg.

Time flies, and soon, another hour passes.

An hour later, the beast nucleus in the heart of Lin Tian's right hand cracked, and the light outside his body dimmed.

Opening his eyes again, Lin Tian took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

Clenching his fists, Lin Tian only felt that his strength had become stronger, at least several times stronger than before.

"There are three levels of divine veins, and the fourth divine vein has already been constructed halfway."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Lin Tian smiled, he didn't want to enter this rotten forest, and there are such good things.

Looking up at the sky, because of the miasma in the rotten forest, the distance that the eyes can see is very limited, and it is difficult to see the mid-air. Lin Tian thought for a while, this place can be regarded as a natural barrier, he doesn't have to worry about monster attacks, and he doesn't have to worry about being noticed by Leng Feng who is driving the giant eagle.

"Just stay here until the assessment is over."

Lin Tian said to himself.

After a pause, he took out the Broken Sword and prepared to practice Cang Lei Sword Technique. He now has 60% of Cang Lei swordsmanship, 40% of which he has mastered, and 20% of which has not been fully cultivated. Now is the time to practice this set of martial arts.

There was a clang sound, the howling of the sword was piercing, and the air of thunder swept across the ten directions.

The cultivation of Cang Lei Sword Art is very difficult, it is far from comparable to Jingfeng Sword Art, the more difficult it is to practice. Lin Tian already has a deep understanding of this point. When he reaches the top 30% of this set of swordsmanship, it is relatively easy for him to practice, but when it reaches the 40th percentile, it is very difficult, and when it reaches the 50th percentile, it is even more difficult.