I'll die at the start

Jiang Cheng guessed maliciously, did he recruit the Three-Eyed Tiger again this time?

"The host obtains the spiritual platform of the divine grade, which has a suppressing effect on all the spiritual platforms under the divine grade!"

"The host's cultivation base has been raised to the fourth level of the Lingtai Realm!"

"The host has reached the seventh stage of the Water Cold Heart Art!"

"The host has automatically comprehended the fifth floor of Lingtai Huaying!"

"The host has automatically comprehended the Youquan Flame Sealing Sword to the eighth level!"

"The host is about to be resurrected!"

Ah, huh?

Brother Cheng wished he could look up to the sky and laugh for a long time, and finally directly improved his strength again.

He is currently at the eighth level of soul division, and this time he has raised eight small realms.

The spiritual power required for each small realm of the Lingtai Realm is much more than the sum of the first to tenth stages of the entire soul division.

It saved him countless things.

Moreover, the skills, soul-hunting, and swordsmanship have all been improved several times out of thin air.

Under normal circumstances, these require additional hard work and take years and months.

At this time, he seemed to have stayed in the Lingtai Realm for hundreds of years, and he understood the magical powers and secrets of the sixth level of the Lingtai.

The shadow of Lingtai was the secret technique performed by Duanmuchi when he came to Feixianmen last time.

After cultivating to the first level, one can entrust the soul on the altar, and use the altar to protect and nourish the soul.

On the second floor, the spirit platform can be activated, and the soul can be separated from the body to cross thousands of miles.

On the third floor, the Lingtai has formed a powerful power, directly attacking the opponents from a long distance.

The original Duanmu Pool was actually in this state.

And now, Jiang Cheng has reached the fourth level.

In this state, the soul on the altar has grown to the same size as the main body, and its power has become more than ten times stronger.

In addition, when the soul attacks, it can form a special secret skill with the Lingtai, which is no longer as simple and straightforward as it was on the third floor.

What's more, he is still a divine grade Lingtai.

The moment the Lingtai was conceived, there were grades.

The Lingtai in Duanmu Pond is only the lowest ordinary grade, and the highest quality Lingtai in the Duanmu family is the head of the family, Duanmu Hong, who has reached the Xuan grade.

And there is a holy grade above the mysterious grade, and the entire Qinglan Mansion does not exist at this grade.

Not to mention the higher immortal and divine grades.

When the spiritual platforms attacked each other, the high-grade spiritual platforms naturally suppressed the low-grade spiritual platforms.

Unless the opponent's spiritual stage secret technique realm is too much higher, otherwise the same level of spiritual stage realm can be called invincible.

Of course, the biggest benefit of a high-quality Lingtai is that the cultivation speed of the soul is faster.

It is hundreds of times faster to practice on the Divine Grade Lingtai than the ordinary grade.

If it takes 100 years for Duanmuchi's spirit to improve to a higher level, Jiangcheng only needs two or three months.

If the altar is spread, there will be countless giants from the holy land outside the region scrambling to accept him as an apprentice.

After all, the Divine Grade Lingtai is too rare.

Some holy places have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and there has never been a monster of this level.

There is also the Youquan Flame Sealing Sword and Shuihan Xinjue, the quality of which is more than one level higher than Jiyuezong's Arc Moon Controlling Sword Technique and Moon Watching Xinfa.

Both the power of swordsmanship and the speed of cultivation have been greatly improved.

The strength has been greatly improved, and Jiang Cheng is extremely comfortable. Now he finally doesn't have to go everywhere and be seen through at a glance, and then despise that he is just a rookie in the soul-dividing state.

Well, the soul-dividing state is actually considered a high-end combat power in Qinglan Mansion, but who made him do the thing of destroying the family every time.

At the sixth level of the Lingtai, there is finally a card.

Keng!

Brother Cheng drew his sword and looked around, feeling at a loss.

No goal!

According to the 'regular process', you should kill your opponent after you resurrect, right?

But now that enemy doesn't know where to go, how can he kill him if he can't find it?

"That's right, the system won't force the enemy to stay where they are and wait for me to kill them."

"Speaking of which, it's actually thanks to him killing me once."

"Otherwise, there would be so much harvest."

After a short period of disappointment, he was secretly happy, and his heart was big enough.

"Brother, you came out and let me stab you with a sword, as a thank you!"

After tidying up a bit, he continued to fly to Chirizong.

His strength soared, and his flying speed soared, several times faster than before.

Reassuring and bold along the way, the flying posture became more enchanting than before.

After killing Jiang Cheng, Duanmuhong returned to Duanmu's house as quickly as possible.

"Big brother!"

"The owner is back!"

"Congratulations to the head of the family on his triumphant return, you have eliminated a great enemy for my Duanmu family!"

As soon as he came back, the elders of the clan greeted him one after another, like heroes returning from victory.

"Ok!"

Duanmuhong responded indifferently, and went straight to the family's ancestral temple.

Afterwards, he sacrificed his exercises and stretched out his hands.

A blood-red knife floated from his back, and slowly flew to the jade stand in the middle of the ancestral temple.

All the elders shut their mouths and stared at the flying knife with piercing eyes!

That is the blood blade, the seventh-order spiritual weapon of the Duanmu family. According to legend, it was obtained by an ancestor of the Duanmu family from a secret territory in Feiyun Prefecture thousands of years ago.

This blood-transforming blade is extremely powerful. It has helped the Duanmu family survive several crises for thousands of years, and it can be regarded as a family heirloom.

However, it may be that the ancestors of the Duanmu family had some damage before they obtained it, and this spiritual weapon will wear out every time it is used.

The Duanmu family has a secret that has not been made public. When they first obtained the blood-melting blade, it was actually an eighth-level spiritual weapon, but it has gradually dropped to the seventh level over the years.

Therefore, unless there is a major crisis, it will never be taken lightly.

"I knew that kid was so weak, so I wouldn't need to use the blood blade this time!"

"Yeah, we can kill him directly when we get out of the spiritual platform."

"Without the protection of the tiger demon, he is nothing."

Although Jiang Cheng was beheaded, everyone felt that it was a bit of a waste to kill a chicken with a sledgehammer.

Duanmuhong actually felt the same way, that battle was too easy.

If I had known that he was really weak, I was still so nervous at the beginning, what was I doing squatting in the mountains for half a day?

"Forget it, when Feixianmen is destroyed and Ji Linghan is taken captive, the loss of the blood-melting blade can barely be made up for."

The elders are gearing up and sharpening their knives.

At this time, suddenly a young confidant clansman rushed in like flying.

"Patriarch, elder..."

Duanmu Hong frowned displeased.

"What's the proper way to be reckless?"

That confidant clansman quickly pleaded guilty, and then hurriedly said: "That Jiang Cheng is not dead, he is still alive."

"What did you say?"

Duanmuhong wondered if he heard it wrong.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The other elders also showed disbelief.

But after only a few tens of seconds, they had no choice but to believe it.

A picture of a teleportation spiritual weapon was transmitted, and it was surprisingly sent back by a spy from somewhere in Duanmu's family.

And on that monotonous picture, besides the mighty sky, there is also a person who is flying at high speed.

How ostentatious the flying posture is, who is it not Jiang Cheng?

"How, how is this possible?"

"How is he still alive?"

"The old man beheaded him with his own hands, so he is absolutely sure that he is dead!"