C5 Crazy Combat Aura

"Go to hell!" Hu Hai let out a furious roar. Devil Qi rolled around his body, and death Qi filled his palms. Like the sharp claws of the devil, he clawed at Lin Ming's chest.

There were only two punches between them, but he suddenly unleashed his attack. It was as fast as lightning, and no one could dodge it.

At the same time, a black hawk's martial soul condensed above his head, and its eyes were shining with a deadly light.

"Fetal Soul Stage?" Lin Ming was slightly shocked as well. He didn't expect Hu Hai to hide it so deeply.

"Keke, go to hell!" Hu Hai sneered as his killing intent surged. But before he could rejoice, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. After that, a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas rushed over, and his body was forced three steps back.

Hu Hai's heart suddenly shook. He cried out in shock, "What a terrifying strength!"

"Fight!" All of a sudden, Lin Ming's thunderous shout resounded in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy. Then, his vision blurred, and Lin Ming's figure charged forward like an ancient mad bull.

"Bang!"

Hu Hai was sent flying by the terrifying force. The power of Buddha poured into his body, causing his qi and blood to churn and blood to spurt out continuously.

However, before he could react, Lin Ming rushed forward once again.

He didn't know any martial skills, nor did he have any profound cultivation technique. So, he chose the most barbaric way, and used his own body to ram into it!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

A series of collisions sounded out. Hu Hai was knocked down by Lin Ming, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back. He kept spitting out blood from his mouth. His eyes were filled with fear. In the face of such a mad man... And being suppressed by the power of Buddhism, he didn't even have the chance to escape.

"Die!" Lin Ming roared furiously. The Battle Martial Soul glowed with a golden light, and he looked like a dazzling sun. With a loud rumble, he passed through Hu Hai's body. Hu Hai's body was torn into pieces by the impact.

However, Lin Ming didn't notice that the moment he smashed Hu Hai's body into pieces, a black light flashed from the golden light and swallowed Hu Hai's black hawk martial soul.

Lin Ming saw Hu Hai's broken body, and the killing intent in his heart was still surging. With a thought, a melodious Buddhist voice echoed in his mind, and it gradually calmed the restless killing intent and frenzied fighting intent in his heart.

After a long while, the restlessness in Lin Ming's heart finally calmed down. Looking at the corpses of Hu Hai and Huang Dachui on the ground, he shook his head. He didn't have any pity for them, because these people deserved to die!

After that, Lin Ming dug a big pit and buried the two of them. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the densely packed poisonous creatures and the corpse of the little green snake on the ground. He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

Although he didn't know what grade of poisonous creature it was, its color was so bright that it must be very poisonous.

The corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile. He put it into his pocket. If he encountered a strong enemy in the future, it might have an unexpected effect.

After hastily walking out of the Poison Forest, Lin Ming saw the light of day once again. Only then did he realize that it was already afternoon.

Not forgetting his mission today, Lin Ming picked up his axe and chopped up the iron and stone wood again. It only took him an hour to finish cutting down fifty iron wood in one breath, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit of fatigue on his body.

He was secretly proud of himself. Perhaps this was the benefit of cultivating a Martial Spirit!

Taking advantage of the fact that the sun hadn't set yet, Lin Ming hurriedly walked towards the Scripture Pavilion.

He had won the battle with Hu Hai by relying on his profound cultivation base and the Buddhist Martial Soul's suppression on Hu Hai. If he had cultivated a martial skill, he could have instantly killed his opponent.

Therefore, he was in a hurry to obtain the two secret manuals.

There were countless cultivation techniques and martial skills in the depository of scriptures, but Lin Ming's choice was very simple. He only needed the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique and Phantom Perplexing Step.

The Soaring Cloud Sword Technique was a sword technique at the peak of the magic rank. It was divided into nine styles, and few disciples would cultivate it. Because it was too difficult, they had to completely comprehend the first style before they could cultivate the next one.

It was said that the most powerful elder in the Eagle Peak had only cultivated to the fourth style.

As for the Phantom Perplexing Step, it was the common choice of most of the disciples in the Eagle Peak. Not only was it practical, but it was also very beautiful. Once it was used, no one would be able to see it.

Lin Ming had been paying attention to these two skills for a long time. Firstly, his father didn't allow him to cultivate them, and secondly, he didn't have the time to cultivate them.

But now that he had cultivated his Martial Spirit, he believed that his father wouldn't oppose it anymore!

After Lin Ming received the two secret manuals, he went straight back to his courtyard. There was a dense pile of iron and stone wood inside, and there was only a small area for him to cultivate in. He casually took out a piece of iron and stone wood and used it as a sword. Then, he started cultivating the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique.

However, after two moves, Lin Ming was surprised to find that the moves he used were very different from the moves in the books. Each style seemed to have many changes, and he seemed to be able to see through the essence of the moves with just a glance.

Lin Ming knew that it wasn't the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique that changed, but himself!

Right at this moment, the little Buddha in his body suddenly moved. A sharp sword condensed in the little Buddha's hand, and he slowly unleashed the Soaring Cloud Sword Technique.

Lin Ming carefully looked at it. A majestic sword intent seemed to have cut through something solid, causing his body to feel cold. In the next moment, he felt as if he had arrived in a world of swords.

The Battle Martial Soul's eyes were tightly shut, and its body had expanded by countless times. It was like a giant performing a sword technique. Countless sword energies surged and shot around him, as if every movement he made. It was like the force of the heavens and the earth, as well as the maxim of the Great Dao, causing the air to almost freeze.

In front of the Battle Martial Soul, Lin Ming felt a tremendous force pressing down on his body. He was like an ant, any sword energy could tear him into pieces.

When the first three movements of the Battle Martial Soul were completed, Lin Ming felt a sharp pain in his brain. His vision turned black, and he immediately escaped from the sword intent of the Battle Martial Soul.

He sat on the ground without caring about his image, gasping for air.

This was too scary. Was this still a magic rank cultivation technique?

After resting, Lin Ming recalled the movements of the Battle Martial Soul and waved the iron and stone wood once again.

"Ha!" Lin Ming shouted loudly. The iron and stone wood in his hand turned into a sharp sword and tore through the air. With a loud bang, it violently smashed into a millstone-sized boulder.

Then, with a cracking sound, the millstone-sized boulder shattered and turned into countless pieces of gravel that shot out.

"What a powerful force!" Lin Ming was overjoyed. This power had already surpassed what was recorded in the books.

However, Lin Ming soon discovered that he had only used the first style. The True Qi in his body seemed to have been sucked dry, and he was almost exhausted.

However, he did not stop there. He got up and practiced again and again.

After completely squeezing out the last bit of strength, Lin Ming laid on the ground, picked up the other Phantom Perplexing Step book, and once again immersed himself in the Battle Martial Soul world.

This opened Lin Ming's eyes once again. In the Phantom Perplexing Step, there was another world.

This made Lin Ming even more certain that the Battle Martial Soul was definitely a heaven-defying grade martial spirit. If it could break down the Profound Grade or even the Spirit Grade cultivation technique, then it would be a piece of cake for him to surpass his arrogant big brother.

After a long time, Lin Ming withdrew from the world of the Battle Martial Soul. He sat down on the ground and gasped for breath.

At this moment, there was suddenly a loud bang. The courtyard door was kicked open.