C599 The Puppet Sparrow King

That's right. In this second, Jian Ao was completely stunned.

It wasn't that the spiritual energy in the room had already condensed into a liquid state, but his cultivation base.

Peak Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage.

If Jian Ao remembered correctly, his cultivation base was at the peak of Stage Three when he came in. He was still at the early stage of the master swordsman realm. However, it had only been a short time. Damn it, he had broken through four stages and jumped from the early stage to the late stage. This was even faster than when he was on a rocket in his previous life.

"This isn't a dream, right?"

Jian Ao was a little worried about his own personal gains and losses. With such a rapid increase in cultivation base, would there be any side effects? Would it affect his future cultivation? That's right, I yearn for my cultivation to be strong enough, but I won't let myself dream so fast, mainly because it doesn't make sense.

Suddenly, Jian Ao pinched his left hand with his right hand, and then the sound of a pig being slaughtered rang out - Pain!

"There's pain. In other words, this was not a dream! It's real!" Jian Ao did not shed tears because of the pain. Instead, he was so happy that he cried. His cultivation base had actually improved so quickly. This spiritual pond was really useful. It seemed like he would have to come here more often in the future.

If those supreme elders who were interrupted because of Jian Ao found out about this, they would definitely disregard their status. This disciple was slapped to death with a single palm, almost overturning the mountain peak with just a single palm strike. Didn't that mean he would be able to pierce through the heavens?!

"Forget it, I'll just hurry up and cultivate and strive to improve further. " Jian Ao muttered to himself. He realized that he was only a step away from the Eighth Level of Great Sword Master Stage. He looked around and found that this amount of spiritual energy was enough for him to take the final step.

Buzz! Buzz!

The chant of the cultivation technique started circulating again. The spiritual energy in the room started rolling again. Like a long river flowing into the ocean, it crazily entered Jian Ao's body and turned into true qi, helping him to take another step forward.

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The people in the other four rooms were still using the Spirit Stone to cultivate. They were completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. However, the bitterness in their hearts had nowhere to be released. They could only forcefully suppress it in their hearts.

Suddenly, a person opened his eyes. A killing intent flashed across his eyes. It was the disciple of Dark Spirit King, one of the three 'disciples', Chen Mong.

"Jian Ao, you have ruined many of my master's good deeds. How dare you be so alive and kicking? You don't know what's good for you. " Chen Mong said with a cold smile, "Anyone who dares to ruin my master's good deeds will die!"

"Don't think that you will be fine just because you are in the small house by the pond. That is just wishful thinking. As the supreme elder of Heavenly Sword Peak, he was also involved in the construction of the small house by the pond. He was unable to break the seal of the small house by the pond, but he could still do something about it!

Jian Ao, your death is here! "

Chen Mong's smile was unusually cold. As he stretched out his hand, a small paper crane that looked like a sparrow but wasn't a sparrow had already appeared in his hand.

The small paper crane was an inanimate object. However, for some unknown reason, it gave people the feeling that it was a living creature. It seemed to possess some spirituality and could move like a human.

"One of the 3,000 Ancient Great Daos is the Dao of Puppets. "

Chen Mong said faintly, "Go. Vermilion Bird King!"

Crack!

The paper crane in his hand suddenly opened both of its eyes. With a flash of light, it flapped its wings and flew up into the sky. As it flapped its wings, a buzzing sound could be heard. It was lively and magical.

Buzz buzz!

Vermilion Bird King flapped his wings slowly, but his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared at the edge of the room. Crack! Crack! Vermilion Bird King actually used its mouth to peck on the wall of the room. Like a woodpecker pecking a tree, it did not take long. A small hole actually appeared, just enough for it to enter.

Weng!

Vermilion Bird King did not let it go. With an "ahh" sound, he went in. In that direction, it was surprisingly Jian Ao's room.

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Boom!

Jian Ao's energy fluctuated, creating a small hurricane. It was obvious that he had made a breakthrough.

"Eighth Level of Great Sword Master Stage. "

Jian Ao beamed with joy. Currently, not only his strength, but his cultivation base had also entered the top of the younger generation in the Wind Domain.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as a dangerous aura surrounded his heart. However, when he surveyed his surroundings, he did not discover anything unusual.

"Don't tell me I'm overthinking it?" Jian Ao thought to himself. After all, Zhuge Liuyun had told him that these rooms were closed, and there was no such thing as a sneak attack.

"Forget it. I'll just continue cultivating and consolidate my cultivation. " Although he said that, he still kept it in mind. Because he was a very confident person.

Unknowingly, another cup of tea's time passed. The spiritual essence still did not dissipate, mainly because it was too thick. Among the flow of spiritual qi that filled the air, there was a small paper crane mixed with it. It was Vermilion Bird King.

If Jian Ao had opened the Soul Power, he would have been able to see it, but unfortunately, he didn't. This was a sealed spatial zone. Wouldn't it be a waste of effort to open the Soul Energy?

Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of Vermilion Bird King flapping his wings was very soft, so small that it was almost undetectable. When he was an inch away from Jian Ao, he bared his fangs. That sharp mouth suddenly pierced towards Jian Ao's back.

Danger!

Jian Ao felt a deep sense of danger lingering in his heart. He made a prompt decision and woke up from his cultivation. At the same time, he rolled around violently. He was an honest man. In front of his life and image, he chose the former.

Swoosh!

The sharp beak had a long thorn. It had indeed been stabbed, but it was a pity that it was just a praying mat.

"What is this thing!?"

Jian Ao stood up and looked at the small and exquisite thing that looked like a sparrow but not a sparrow in front of him. He was stunned.

Vermilion Bird King would not give him so much time to ask what it was. With a flash, with a "whoosh," he chased after him again. He wanted to kill him.

The Cool Breeze Sword had shattered, and he could only barely use the Fire Spirit Sword. As a result, a fiery light exploded. Clang! The tip of the sword hit Vermilion Bird King's mouth, producing a clear sound.

The impact of the force was mutual, and both of them took a few steps back.

"What exactly is it? It's actually so hard. "

He could feel the numbness on his arm. The collision just now had made him feel as if he had collided with a copper skin and iron bones. The toughness of his body was no less than that of a Low Grade Treasure Artifact.

"Buzz buzz!"

Vermilion Bird King dodged once again.

Ci!

He swung his sword again and accurately hit Vermilion Bird King's attacking mouth.

If Jian Ao, a grandmaster of his generation, could not even predict the attack points of others, he could go home and feed the pigs.

Vermilion Bird King rushed again, flew back again, and rushed back again. In the end, Vermilion Bird King got angry.

Chirp!

With a cry, its body suddenly enlarged. Compared to it, Jian Ao was just an ant.