Holy Spirit level exercises!
Since the birth of the world of cultivation, the highest level of exercise that has ever appeared is the Holy Spirit level.
Regardless of the exercises or spiritual skills, the secrets of the Holy Spirit level are extremely precious and can only be found but cannot be obtained. Even a giant in the cultivation world such as Taoist Wuhen, the leader of Wanjian Sect, has never possessed them.
However, such a peerless secret book was thrown to Zhong Wen by the old man in yellow like a piece of waste paper.
"Senior, if as you expected, all the sects can't stop Lin Bei even if they join forces, then I'm afraid neither you nor I can escape this disaster." Zhong Wen finally calmed down and asked with doubts on his face, "Put the secret book on
What’s the point of giving it to the younger generation?”
"It's just a whim." A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the old man in yellow shirt. "The two little dolls look pleasing to the eye. Maybe with good luck, they can survive the end of the world like humans in ancient times did?"
So casual?
Zhong Wen curled his lips and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly thought of something and asked: "After chatting for so long, you still don't know how to call me senior?"
"I am Ye Dongfeng." The old man in yellow shirt did not hide his name. "When I was young, many people gave me the nickname 'Night King'."
Hearing these two words, Zhong Wen staggered and almost fell to the ground in shock.
Yaoh!
At a certain period in ancient times, this title was almost unknown to everyone, and it could be said that he was the undisputed number one person in the world.
However, the glory of this outstanding man was like a flash in the pan. He only lasted for more than thirty years, and then suddenly disappeared and never appeared in front of people again.
There are different opinions about the whereabouts of the Night King.
Some say that he contracted a strange terminal illness and died, while others say that he was trapped by love and retired to the world with his sweetheart to spend the rest of his life in peace.
There are even rumors that after he lived in seclusion, he gave birth to a son. When the child sneaked out to play, he was noticed by an elder of a super large sect, and he returned to the sect with the intention of accepting him as a disciple.
As a result, this elder's unintentional act brought great disaster to his sect. The Night King mistakenly thought that his son had been kidnapped, so he angrily knocked on the door.
Within half an hour, thousands of people from the sect were slaughtered.
It should be noted that this sect had a total of ten saints. In the world of cultivation at that time, they were as giant as a giant. This shows how terrifying the Night King's combat power was!
There are too many versions circulating, and the authenticity has not been verified. However, according to the records in the book, the Night King was active much earlier than the five Yuan Sages and even the Great Sage of Samsara.
"Senior, how could you still be alive?"
Overly shocked, Zhong Wen couldn't help but blurt out. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his language expression. He couldn't help but feel worried, worried that he would offend the other party, and slapped himself into a pulp in anger.
"Little baby, have you heard of the old man's name?" However, the Night King just smiled, with no trace of displeasure on his face.
"Senior Night King's name, who in the whole cultivation world doesn't know it?" Zhong Wen threw a flattery at the other party at the right time, and then asked curiously, "I just heard that when the senior was glorious, the five great sages were not born yet.
,I don’t know how you…”
Although he did not speak completely, Ye Dongfeng understood it effortlessly.
The lifespan of a saint is only about five hundred years. How did you live for more than a thousand years?
Is there a higher realm than a saint?
Zhongwen felt like a lump in his throat, and his heart was filled with questions.
"Don't worry, my cultivation level has not exceeded the realm of a saint."
Seemingly seeing through what he was thinking, the Night King smiled and explained, "It's just that he has a special physique and can live longer than others."
What kind of constitution is this?
Turtle bastard?
Zhong Wen complained secretly.
"By the way, this Ice Chi Cave is a special space. The environment is not disturbed by the outside world. The surrounding cave walls seem to contain the power of laws, so it can produce many rare ores." The Night King said again, "If the little baby is lucky enough to escape,
We might as well inform future generations about this calamity and come back here thousands of years later. Maybe there will be new ores born."
"Junior remembers it," Zhong Wen said solemnly.
"Old man, I'm tired of living, but little baby, you are still young, and it's a bit unfair to die like this in the apocalypse." The Night King nodded with satisfaction, and added, "If you meet people from various sects,
You might as well remind them that if you want to survive, don't hide and tuck in. Lin Bei is not that easy to deal with now. Only by giving everything and putting in all your efforts can we win that glimmer of life."
Zhong Wen trembled all over, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had received an enlightenment, and he stood blankly on the spot, silent.
Give it your all...
Have I done everything I can do?
Have I ever tried my best?
Did I give everything?
"Junior has figured it out."
After a long time, a trace of excitement and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he bowed respectfully to the Night King, "Senior's kindness in giving guidance will be unforgettable by this junior."
Then, he grabbed Shangguan Mingyue's white tender catkins, turned around and flew away, quickly disappearing from the Night King's sight.
"It's good to be young, with a lively mind and rich imagination."
Watching the two of them go away, the Night King raised his arms above his head, stretched, yawned and said, "The old man can make up some nonsense by himself, he's so cute!"
He threw the fishing rod in his hand into the sea again, and the rope was swung in the air. The top of it was shining brightly, and it turned out to be a straight hook.
"Old books say that there was once a great man who liked to fish with a straight hook, and he would take the bait if he wished. How come you old man, I have been hanging for so long without even a single fart coming up? Is it because I am not good enough?" the old man murmured to himself.
He stood still and soon became motionless, immersed in the joy of fishing again.
…
"Little guy, what did you say?"
Looking at the young man in white clothes in front of him, Taoist Wuhen's eyes were full of surprise, and he could hardly believe his ears.
"Senior Wuhen, you will lose this battle."
The young man in white across from him made a set of golden silk silk armor just as the new Zhou Dynasty had just opened, and hurriedly came to Zhong Wen from Wanjue Valley.
Normally, a big boss like Taoist Wuhen would not take the words of a little spirit master to heart.
However, although the young man in front of him was young, his cultivation was very good, and his spiritual power was so strong that he had never seen it before. It seemed that he couldn't think about it with common sense. He couldn't help but wonder: "How can you see it?"
"Lin Beifei not only set up a large formation in the valley, which can increase the power of the Chaos Bell several times." Zhong looked directly into his eyes and said word by word, "And he also has a very powerful acquired spiritual treasure in his hand, the summoning spirit.
As a 'magic stick'."
"Is this true?" Taoist Wuhen couldn't help being surprised, "How did you know?"
"It's a long story." Zhong Wen pretended to smile mysteriously, "How about I wait until these two days have passed and I will explain it to you in detail?"
"Little guy, what do you want to do when you come to see me?" Taoist Wuhen's face straightened.
"Junior has a way to help senior Wuhen defeat Lin Bei." Zhong Wenyu said in surprise, "It's just that this method requires the full cooperation of all sects. Apart from you, senior, I can't think of anyone else in the world today who can have such a strong person.
Hope and appeal.”
"Oh, what's the trick? Tell me about it?" He complimented her intentionally or unintentionally. Taoist Wuhen narrowed his eyes and seemed to find it useful, and his tone became a little softer.
"Senior brother, a junior is talking nonsense, but you still take it seriously!" An elder from the Wanjian Sect beside him glanced at Zhong Wen with disdain, "It's just a young man who wants to attract attention, why should you pay attention to him?"
"Are you talking nonsense, junior?" Zhong Wen smiled slightly, not angry, "You will know once you try."
"How to try it?"
Seeing the calm expression of this young man who was not yet twenty years old, neither humble nor arrogant, Taoist Wuhen's eyes flashed with a hint of approval.
"Senior, I'm offended." Zhong Wen took a step forward and appeared in front of Taoist Wuhen. Without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his head.
The surprise in Taoist Wuhen's eyes flashed away, and after a slight hesitation, he still did not dodge.
His cultivation is so profound that he has reached an incredible level. Even if he doesn't dodge or dodge, and is attacked by a spiritual master, he is confident that he will not be harmed at all.
If he dodges at this time, it will damage the majestic image of the leader of Wanjian Sect.
Just when Zhong Wen's right hand brushed against his Tianling Cap, Taoist Wuhen felt countless characters and patterns swarming in and penetrated into the sea of consciousness. When he came back to his senses, there was already an article titled "Ten Thousand Swords" in his mind.
The unique swordsmanship of "Returning to the Clan".
"This this……"
This spiritual skill seems to exist in the mind. It is deeply remembered and can be understood at will. Its content is even more profound and mysterious, far beyond the reach of any sword technique that I have mastered.
Holy Spirit Grade!
Immediately judging the level of this swordsmanship, Taoist Wuhen felt a surge of fear in his heart, and looked at Zhong Wen with extremely hot eyes, without the slightest hint of contempt.
This chapter has been completed!