Chapter 152: The Eighth Level of the Imperial Spirit!

Ghosts are skilled in assassination and are good at hiding!

He himself is a Hunyuan-body strong man.

Although Su Xing has good perception, it is impossible to detect the whereabouts of the ghost.

But he knew that with the ghost's character, he would definitely not let him go.

That's why it was concluded that the ghost must be hiding nearby.

It was actually a helpless move that he deliberately sold his flaws and lured the ghost to appear.

All day long, Su Xing seemed relaxed and comfortable, but in fact he always maintained a high level of vigilance. Once there was any disturbance, he would immediately avoid it.

However, if your heartstrings are tight for too long, you will always fall into fatigue.

At that time, it was almost easy for the ghost to take the opportunity to assassinate him.

Su Xing could not let this happen, so he deliberately revealed flaws.

"I've been fooled! This kid can't find my whereabouts."

After the ghost panic, he quickly calmed down and soon discovered the problem.

This is actually a psychological game!

Obviously, Su Xing won.

The defeated ghost not only exposed his whereabouts, but also crashed into the absolute darkness created by the Spirit-Devouring Bowl while waking up.

Su Xing held the Spirit-Devouring Bowl and stood two hundred meters away from the ghost.

In this darkness, he became the master and could clearly grasp the ghost's every move.

Undoubtedly, the chance of success of sneak attacking the ghost at this moment will be extremely high.

"This old ghost is now like a frightened bird, maintaining a high level of vigilance. If I attack him, although I will succeed, I will face his crazy counterattack. At that time, maybe I will die before I kill him."

After analyzing the pros and cons, Su Xing gave up the plan to take action immediately.

A pot of soup must be sufficient heat to produce the strongest fragrance.

The time to kill ghosts is not yet fully ripe.

Now that the two have changed positions, Su Xing has become a hunter, and the ghost has become a prey.

Su Xing was even more patient. He had to wait until the ghost was exhausted before taking other people's heads.

"It's better to take this time to break through to the eighth level of the Imperial Spirit. At that time, my strength will undergo a qualitative transformation, and the success rate of killing this old ghost will increase a lot."

After Su Xing fought with Kong Junzhuo, the opportunity for breakthrough in his cultivation had already emerged.

But there were ghosts watching him in the secret, so he could only endure it and not break through.

Now, the threat has been eliminated and can be broken through.

The Spirit-Devouring Bowl is an ancient magic weapon. Although it is incomplete, its only ability is extremely powerful.

In the dark realm, not only can the eyes not see or hear, but also has a moving array that disrupts the direction and makes people unable to go out.

Su Xing was not worried that when he broke through his cultivation level, the ghost would escape calmly.

In fact, the ghost is not moving at all.

Faced with the unknown darkness, choosing to stay still and stay highly vigilant is indeed the most correct choice.

But the ghost never expected that Su Xing would sit cross-legged and begin to break through his cultivation level.

As the level of cultivation increases, the resources consumed for each breakthrough will increase.

This time, Su Xing took out dozens of drops of core essence.

For two days, he used the Wan Qi Convergence Technique to crazily condense spiritual power.

As a large amount of spiritual power was injected into the spiritual veins, the light flashing on his body gradually dimmed.

"Buzz!"

At one moment, the nine hundred and ninety-nine spiritual veins all over Su Xing's body emitted a brilliant light, and the powerful spiritual power in it began to attack the shackles of cultivation.

The spiritual power is pure and the total amount is vast, which makes the shackles of cultivation break and collapse almost without any effort.

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder rolling sounded in Su Xing's body.

After the shackles were broken, the spiritual veins in his body began to expand outward.

An extremely vigorous aura emanated from his body.

However, under the devouring power, the sounds, strong winds and other things were all swallowed up, without causing much vibration effect.

"Eighth Level of the Imperial Spirit!"

Su Xing grew up and stood up, his pupils flashed with a strong and profound breath.

"Swish!"

Su Xing flashed and moved horizontally. In an instant, his speed reached 83 meters, an increase of three meters from the previous one.

"Buzz!"

He punched forward, the air blew and the black wind surging.

"If I fight Kong Junzhuo now, I can destroy his nine ancient swords with one sword."

Su Xing's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he seemed to have endless power in his body, murmured: "With my current strength, can I fight with the eight masters?"

Su Xing didn't know the answer, but he had confidence in his heart.

Compared with the Eight Great Masters, although his cultivation level is less than that, the gap is no longer big.

Moreover, he activated the limit of spiritual veins and possessed the technique of the fusion of Ten Thousand Qis. The purity and total amount of spiritual power are no less than that.

In terms of martial arts, he also reached the level of superposition of five forces.

In addition, he also has the Chaos Battle Body and the Star-breaking Governor.

All of this gave him enough confidence to fight.

"I'll solve this old ghost first!"

Su Xing's eyes turned and landed on the ghost not far away.

He held the Spirit-Devouring Bowl in his hand and could clearly grasp the ghost's every move, but the latter could not find him.

In sight, the ghost sat cross-legged on the ground. His breath was restrained, his face was wrinkled like a ravine, and his whole body was more like an old tree with dead roots, silent.

However, all this is just a manifestation.

Two days passed, and the ghost was always vigilant and his mind was exhausted.

His head was in a daze and he wanted to fall to the ground and have a good sleep.

But he knew that once he really did that, he would probably never wake up.

The ghost could only endure it, which was a great test of willpower.

The killer is good at surviving in harsh environments, so the ghost does not fall.

Despite this, he is already at the end of his strength.

Suddenly, three dark beads shot out from the darkness.

These are the three thunder beads found in Su Xing’s treasure house of the Bone Broken Sect.

"Boom!"

Three thunder beads exploded in front of the ghost, each of which was equivalent to the full-strength attack of the Hunyuan master.

Ghost is worthy of being an old strong man. Even if he falls into such a situation, he can still make an effective counterattack. He retreats while taking action.

Despite this, the three thunder beads also hurt the ghost.

He was tired and had to react much slower, and he could only notice the moment the attack came and he could only make a hasty response.

"puff!"

The ghost vomited blood and his face turned pale.

But he didn't even dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, forcibly cheering up, and looked around with vigilance.

The forest where you can't see your fingers makes the ghost feel panic.

In the past, he was hiding in the dark and attacking others.

Now, the situation has reversed and he has become a prey.

"Chichi!"
Chapter completed!