From the day after obtaining the secret technique, Chen Zhui announced that he had entered a state of retreat.

There are no surprises among the geniuses of Western Altaria and the friends of General Jinwu.

Many people are used to using this method of retreat to seek breakthroughs, and Chen Zhuo is still used very little.

However, they didn't know that this retreat was not the kind they imagined that they could occasionally come out for casual chat.

Instead, practice "Dry Leaf Jue"!

From this day on, Chen Zhui disappeared from everyone's sight.

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The first level of practicing the Dead Leaf Leaf Leaf in seclusion requires a very quiet environment.

This is easy to do whether in the virtual god realm or in the secret realm.

As General Chen Zhui Jinwu, he directly applied to open an independent barren mountain and huge rock space.

And, it directly has a hundred times acceleration!

"I contribute 100 times a day, but fortunately I saved 10 million contribution points, otherwise it would be useless." Chen Zhui said inwardly.

Although the contribution of one hundred a day is very small, the acceleration of time is terrifying. The year of acceleration time is 36,500 contribution points.

Chen Zhui's retreat this time was at least two hundred years...

"Swish~" A young man in a black crown appeared out of thin air from Longteng Palace on a ground full of gray rocks.

A hundred times faster space.

The sky here is gray, with gray rocks, the sky, and the whole world seemingly only this kind of destructive color.

"Very good, the independent space has no vitality, and it is most suitable for me to practice this dead leaf skill."

Chen chased for a gray boulder and sat down, leaving the whole person empty.

Afterwards, I began to practice the first level of "Dry Leaf Leaf".

In the past ten years, Chen Zhui sat completely on a huge rock.

He even focused on sorting out his sword skills and Taoism.

When everything goes up, Chen Zhui feels boring and boring in his heart.

However, the second level of calming mind was soon wiped out by Chen Zhui's feelings.

Twenty years.

After sitting for twenty years, Chen Zhui felt the state of mind for the first time, and could not suppress the feeling of boredom in his heart.

At this time, he recalled the first level of the Dead Leaf Practice, and had some insights, so he no longer suppressed this feeling.

Afterwards...

Loneliness, fear, and violent emotions keep impacting.

The first level of the Dead Leaf Skill, with the inner demons growing!

“Buzz buzz buzz ~”

On the endless gray ground, black monsters suddenly appeared.

Black mist surrounds the body. Some of these monsters have wings on their ribs, some are like beasts, and some have horns on their heads, human-shaped limbs, and twisted facial features, like a demon descending to the earth...

“Gaga ~”

"Roar~"

Monsters kept emerging from the ground, rushing towards Chen Zhui...

"Shit squirt ~" Demons poured into Chen Zhui's body.

Chen Zhui's mood changed a little, becoming more tolerant. Every time he carefully experienced the emotional impact brought by each monster, he wiped it out...

The state of mind concentration, the second level of mind becomes more tenacious.

Thirty Year.

All the monsters disappeared.

Chen Zhui opened his eyes, but found that his eyes were pitch black.

I pricked up my ears, but found that I could not hear anything.

I opened my mouth and chanted something, but found that there was no sound at all.

The mouth and tongue produce saliva, and swallow it into the stomach, but find that the taste is irritating.

The fingertips were flicked on the knee, but the knees didn't feel anything.

Subconsciously unfolds the divine thought, which is blocked by a barrier.

Although the barrier was extremely weak and seemed to be broken with one stab, Chen Zhui did not continue.

"The second layer, endless hell." Chen Zhui smiled slightly, allowing the invisible barrier to reinforce it.

In the 30th year, Chen Zhui entered the second level of "Dry Leaf Practice".

All the five senses of spiritual consciousness are blocked.

Sitting cross-legged on the huge rock, Chen Zhui's body seemed to merge with the gray rocks. Gradually, a gray light appeared on his body, like a cocoon, with a slight gray thread, wrapping it heavily.

This time I sat down until the 129th year.

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God King Palace.

The God King Ali quietly entrenched on the throne, but his eyes fell through the endless space and fell on Chen Zhui who was practicing in an independent space.

"He has come out of the second floor and is about to enter the third floor." The God King Ali looked down at the void. "The third floor is very dangerous to him."

"Not breaking, no standing." On another throne, there was a man covered in purple scales, wearing a blue armor, the void around him was disillusioned, and a golden dot appeared and disappeared from time to time. "The Dead Leaf Skill is a secret legend of the ancient gods. Once it is practiced, it will be of great benefit."

"Tuosen gave the Dead Leaf Dead to His Majesty, but it was sealed up and regarded as a forbidden technique. It must not be learned by the God King." The God King Ali shook his head slightly and said, "He is already outstanding enough. You are pulling seedlings to encourage growth."

"Ali, he chose the Lu himself. Tuosen did not force him when he gave it to him." The Purple Scale Armor God King spoke.

"But you let Tuosen break through the 36th level, which is deliberately stimulating him." The God King Ali was a little angry.

"I can't stand this stimulation, how can I accomplish great things?!"

"No one forces him, if you want to fight, you have to pay the price!" said the Purple Scale God King coldly.

"He is the peerless genius of my human race!" The God King Ali roared in a low voice.

"But I have not had much time left for the thousand human races! The 108,000th deduction of the Mountain and River Map... The disaster is coming!"

"You and I don't necessarily survive. Why can't he take risks?!"

Facing the eyes of the Purple Scale God King, Ali God King sighed lightly and said no more.

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The 150th year of independent space.

Chen Zhui has entered the third level of "Dry Leaf Practice" for twenty-one years.

In these twenty-one years...

Chen Zhui felt his soul fall endlessly.

It seemed as if the body was an abyss, constantly pulling him down to the abyss.

Gradually...

Chen Zhe forgot what the technique he was practicing was called. He forgot why he had to enter this secret realm space to practice.

Forgot where I am, forgot the secret world...

Even, I forgot what I called!

The mark of life is close to nothingness, and the spiritual consciousness is completely left with only a candle fire.

The original fluctuation is close to solidification, as if it is dead.

If there was a second person in this secret space, I would probably think that Chen Zhui was dead at this moment and would regard him as a rock.

Nirvana.

From the body, divine power, soul, life marks, and even memories, they all begin to die...

It showed a trend of destruction.

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There is no time to practice.

For people from the outside world, the disappearance of Chen Zhui was only a very short period of more than two years.

And in an independent space, Chen Zhui has practiced for more than 280 years!

Swish swish swish swish ~
To be continued...