Chapter 327 (2/2)

No matter how powerful a warrior is, he must rely on the spirit sea to breathe and absorb the pure spiritual power between heaven and earth.

The sea of spirit is broken, and the cultivation of a warrior's whole life will be turned into nothing. They can't display their skills and martial arts, nor can they motivate them to become a complete waste.

At the moment, Chu Xingyun's spirit sea is broken, which shows that all the miracles and feats he created before have become the past. He is no longer a genius, nor a prodigious evil spirit.

Without Linghai, his existence is even worse than ordinary people!

Chu Xingyun fell in a pool of blood. His eyes became empty. He had no self-confidence in the past. The pain covered his body and mind, making the whole body shake wildly.

Chu Xingyun didn't pay attention to his injury. As long as he was immersed in the blood pool, he could recover within a day.

However, the broken Linghai, blood pool can not be repaired.

Even if it is the legendary level 9 spirit material, it can't do anything!

”I Chu Xingyun revived my life. In a short period of one year, I accumulated countless resources and got the help of many powerful people. However, in the end, I ended up in a broken sea of spirits.”

”Is this heaven really going to kill me?”

Rao is Chu Xingyun's perseverance. At this time, he can't help but sigh, and the last trace of spiritual power in his body dissipates. The whole person seems to have no soul, looking at the misty sky decadent.In this world, martial arts are respected and the strong are supreme.

Chu Xingyun has no spirit sea, which is equivalent to losing everything.

It is difficult for him to find the whereabouts of his mother.

At the beginning of the promise of water fragrance, he can no longer achieve.

He couldn't even summon the sword of Wuling.

What's the difference between living and dying!

The light in Chu Xingyun's eyes gradually dissipated, which made Chang Mingyang a little boring. Originally, he wanted to torture Chu Xingyun and vent his hatred with Chu Xingyun's pain and howl.

Now, Chu Xingyun is in a trance. No matter how he tortures him, there is no movement. It's no different from death.

”I am always famous, but I am a talented disciple of wanjian Pavilion. How can I waste my time on a waste person?” Such an idea welled up in the mind, Chang Mingyang looked at Chu Xingyun's eyes, without any emotion.

Bang!

Cold light silver sword scabbard, a trace of cold killing intention, spread from Chang Mingyang.

But he lifted up the silver sword, and the light of the sword tore the void. If he fell on Chu Xingyun, he would definitely be able to cut off Chu Xingyun's body.

Chu Xingyun also saw the sword light, but his body did not move, still standing there, perplexed.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the crowd are full of lament. On their trembling faces, their eyes are painfully closed, and they dare not open their eyes to see the occurrence of this scene.

”It's boring!”

Chang Mingyang gave a cold hum, and his spiritual power trembled slightly. He condensed the sword light to the extreme and turned it into a huge silver sword shadow, which was printed into Chu Xingyun's eye pupil and even covered his whole body.