This...this...what on earth is going on!

Everyone present was in shock and speechless.

However.

Lin Xiao didn't know how these people would react at this moment, because he was depressed right now.

The ninth type!!

Depend on!

The ninth type!

Are you really not going to let anyone transform into a tripod?

Is it still over?

That's enough!

It seemed that Lin Xiao's complaints were felt.

next moment.

The nine artistic conceptions in his body vibrated one after another.

All the power of artistic conception surrounds the center of consciousness, forming a strange pattern.

Then, the powers of artistic conception began to relate to each other.

Two in a row, three in a row, four in a row.

The nine artistic conceptions produced a peculiar reaction.

Lin Xiao frowned slightly, he didn't know what happened.

But some vague concepts appeared in his mind.

Nine is the ultimate number.

When the artistic conception reaches the ninth level, it is the limit.

And when these ‘nine’ are all perfect, a huge change will occur.

What exactly is it.

Lin Xiao hasn't felt it yet.

Are the Nine Perfections?!

At present, the only artistic conceptions that have reached the perfection of artistic conception are the artistic conception of gravity, the artistic conception of elixir, the artistic conception of fire, the artistic conception of Confucianism and Taoism, and the artistic conception of killing.

others.

The artistic conception of sword is 90%, the artistic conception of wilderness is 80%, the special artistic conception is 35%, and the artistic conception of Buddha is 30%.

Lin Xiao curled his lips.

I am still a big step away from the Nine Perfections.

Say whether it is near or not, say whether it is far or not.

Don’t think about it anymore.

Now.

Let’s first mention the weakest Buddhist and Taoist artistic conceptions and... special artistic conceptions.

As for how much it can be improved, it all depends on the soul-suppressing bell.

"small fire!"
Chapter completed!