The people walked through the ice mist at extremely fast speeds. The Lan people were born to be residents of the ice mist, and they took to the ice mist like a fish in water.
Zuo Mo saw some signs. The mist people formed a thin ice mist belt around them. This spindle-shaped ice mist belt made them feel like they were gliding in the mist of ice.
Zuo Mo's heart moved, and he subconsciously began to imitate the Lan people. He couldn't control Bing Lan, but he had other methods. At the beginning, they all failed, but as the number of failures increased, Zuo Mo slowly figured out some rules.
At first he used spiritual power, but soon found that the spiritual power was consumed very quickly. Then he switched to divine consciousness, but it was still consumed too quickly. Finally, he found that the effect of using divine power was excellent and almost no consumption. However, the manipulation of divine power is obviously more difficult than
His spiritual power and consciousness were much higher, and Zuo Mo could only barely maintain them.
Wei Sheng quickly noticed something strange about Zuo Mo, and after a quick glance, he understood. Wei Sheng's understanding was extremely good, and his swordsmanship was so high that it was beyond the reach of a half-bucket of water like Zuo Mo. He quickly mastered the trick.
, use the sword intention to form a spindle-shaped belt around the body, and the speed increases sharply!
Wei Sheng's performance surprised Bingyao and others.
Suddenly, Bingyao snorted coldly: "It's right in front, I caught him!"
A warning sign suddenly occurred in Dingzhen's heart, he stopped, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted at Mingjing and the others: "Run!"
Mingjing and the other three were stunned for a moment, and their faces turned pale. However, the three of them reacted quickly and turned around on the spot and flew in three directions!
There was a rustling sound.
Suddenly three rays of blue light flew out of the ice mist, hitting the three people with incomparable accuracy. The blue frost visible to the naked eye could be seen spreading on their bodies, and their horrified expressions froze on their faces, turning into ice sculptures.
Bang bang bang!
The three ice sculptures fell to the ground and shattered instantly.
Dingzhen's eyes were about to burst, and his eye sockets were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, but he did not make any counterattack, but rushed towards Binglanli!
He was filled with horror. This news must be passed back to the sect! There is such a large-scale Lan tribe!
"Want to run away?" Bingyao's face revealed the murderous secret, he snorted coldly, stretched out his finger and pointed a weak point in Binglan!
Hiss!
Two very subtle sounds, like a poisonous snake gently spitting out a snake message.
Two thin blue lines in the ice mist are like two bright blue beams of light, instantly penetrating Dingzhen's body.
Bing Yao's expression suddenly changed slightly.
Dingzhen's figure slowly faded in the mist of ice until it was nothingness, and what he just penetrated turned out to be an afterimage!
"Everyone retreat!" Bingyao suddenly said.
The Lan people immediately retreated like a tide, leaving only Bingyao alone in front. Zuo Mo and others also retreated to the side, but Zuo Mo was careful, and they quietly appeared on the flank to prevent the opponent from doing so.
Escape.
Dingzhen's figure emerged little by little. He stared at Bingyao closely and said slowly: "I didn't expect that I would meet an ancient descendant. Dingzhen is so lucky!"
Bingyao was indifferent and said coldly: "Why did you break into my forbidden area?"
"Forbidden land?" Dingzhen's eyelids twitched: "So that thing is in your hands!"
"That thing?" Bingyao's eyes narrowed.
"Haha." Dingzhen smiled calmly: "No more nonsense. From what I see, the only person with similar strength to me is you. Whether you can keep me or not depends on your ability."
Bing Yao remained silent, raised his arms, spread his fingers, and ten blue beams of light hung down from his fingertips, like ten blue light filaments.
The magic weapon that determines the truth is very strange, but it is a wooden fish used for daily chanting. The wooden fish is completely black, with extremely small tadpole-shaped scriptures written on it with red cinnabar, and the wooden mallet is also covered with tadpole-shaped scriptures.
The moment Dingzhen took out the wooden fish, Zuo Mo's expressions changed!
Seventh grade magic weapon!
This is definitely a seventh-grade magic weapon!
It is not surprising that a seventh-grade magic weapon appears in Dingzhen’s hand. If the Nascent Soul cultivator in Xuankong Temple does not have a seventh-grade magic weapon in his hand, no one would believe it. But the power of the seventh-grade magic weapon is beyond the reach of others.
It is also very clear that the cross prayer wheel in Zong Ru's hand is also a seventh-grade magic weapon.
But the power of the same seventh-grade magic weapon in the hands of practitioners in the Golden Core stage and Nascent Soul stage is completely different. The seventh-grade magic weapon is the top magic weapon for Golden Core stage cultivators, but in fact, due to the limitations of the realm,
Golden elixir stage cultivators can often only exert about 20% of the power of seventh-grade magic weapons, and most can only reach 10%. However, Nascent Soul stage cultivators can exert 100% of the power of seventh-grade magic weapons.
The strength of a cultivator involves many factors, such as spiritual power, the quality of cultivation methods, the depth of personal understanding, magic weapons, etc. But the gap between Yuanying and Jindan is an insurmountable gap, no matter where it is.
In every aspect, Nascent Soul cultivators have an absolute advantage.
So when he saw that the wooden fish Dingzhen took out was a seventh-grade magic weapon, Zuo Mo suddenly had a bad premonition.
A Nascent Soul cultivator was forced into a desperate situation, and the fighting power he unleashed...
Looking at the solemn expression holding the gavel, Zuo Mo just hoped that Bing Yao could bear it.
The Nascent Soul stage still makes people feel a little guilty...
Zuo Mo pretended to be calm on his face, but Wei Sheng and Zong Ru beside him were in high spirits.
Dingzhen sat cross-legged on the ground as if there was no one around, put the wooden fish in front of him, lowered his eyes, and started knocking while chanting sutras.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sounds of wooden fish seemed to come from ancient temples in deep valleys and mountains, vaguely present.
The surrounding light dimmed little by little, and the icy blue in the field of vision continued to be swallowed up by darkness. Figures seemed to come out of nothingness, turning from light to solid, but they were half-clad in cassocks and half-shouldered.
.They seemed to be unable to see Zuo Mo and the others. They were bent over to themselves. In front of nothing, a candle lit up.
The meditators kept bending down and lighting candles.
Dots of candlelight lit up one after another, and the candlelight flickered like stars in the sky.
In the candlelight, bursts of chanting and Sanskrit chanting could be heard.
Zuo Mo's face was full of shock, Wei Sheng held the black sword tightly, his eyes were beating with feverish excitement, and he murmured to himself: "Is this the real [World]?"
"Jie?" Zuo Mo recovered from the shock and was shocked when he heard this: "Is he a sword cultivator?"
Zuo Mo only knew that Jie was the advanced stage of Sword Intent, and that Senior Brother had already touched its edge.
"It's not sword cultivation." Wei Sheng's fiery gaze didn't move away at all, and he said solemnly: "No matter sword cultivation, talisman cultivation, meditation, if you practice to a certain level, you will reach the same goal through different paths. This is the [realm]!"
Zong So also explained at this time: "Zen practice is also called [Great Freedom]." His words also revealed a deep yearning. His understanding was not as good as Wei Sheng's, although he had the rare power of wish.
, but the realm is not high, and the threshold of [realm] has not yet been touched.
Zuo Mo didn't blush at all because of his lack of knowledge about cultivation. He touched his chin and asked, "Could it be an illusion? This thief is good at illusions. We almost fell into his trap on the way!"
"It's not an illusion." Wei Sheng shook his head, a little confused: "I don't know how to explain it. But he is very powerful, so we have to be careful."
"The thief in the Nascent Soul stage is also the Nascent Soul!" Zuo Mo agreed.
"No." Wei Sheng shook his head again: "[World] is a dividing line. Whether you understand it or not, there is a huge difference in strength. [World] is related to understanding and has nothing to do with cultivation. Not everyone in the Nascent Soul stage can comprehend [World].
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Zuo Mo suddenly became nervous: "Senior Brother, are you saying that this thief is a high-level thief among the Nascent Soul thiefs?"
Wei Sheng showed a dumbfounded expression: "That's what it means."
"How many moves can the three of us take on him?" Zuo Mo decided to ask a very realistic question.
"I don't know." Wei Sheng shook his head: "Maybe I can't catch a single move. But junior brother, your..." At this point, Wei Sheng looked alert, paused immediately, and said vaguely: "That weird...
…I don’t really understand either.”
When Zuo Mo heard this, he immediately understood. Although Wei Sheng couldn't explain clearly, what it actually meant was that they were more likely to be unable to block a move. At that moment, he said weakly: "How about we hide behind Brother Bingyao?"
Go, look at Brother Bingyao, he seems to be very powerful."
Bing Yao stood in a candlelight without any panic on his face. Ten blue beams as thin as hair were flying in the air. They kept growing, and the other end extended into the deep darkness with no end in sight.
Obviously, this is a more advanced duel, a duel that is beyond the strength of Zuo Mo and the others.
Dingzhen's sigh came out in the sea of turbid fire: "The ancient lineage is indeed miraculous! The Brahma Realm of Lights below can't fully work, how amazing!"
Within about one foot of Bing Yao's feet, there was a pale blue ice mist, emitting a faint blue light, which was extremely eye-catching in this dark sea of candles.
Bing Yao's expression was cold, but there was also a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "If I were not in Bing Lan, I may not be your opponent."
His expression suddenly turned serious, and his eyes shone with blue light: "But now, let's die!"
With his hands spread out, ten blue light filaments suddenly brightened and flew all over the sky!
Countless blue light filaments swept through the sea of candlelight, passing over those who were meditating with candles!
Wherever it passed, the extremely cold frost spread like poison at an alarming speed.
The candle flames swept by the blue light thread did not go out, they stagnated as if they were solidified, and the ensuing hoarfrost quickly spread to the surface of the frozen flame. As the hoarfrost continued to thicken, thick and clear ice crystals were formed,
Seal the candle tightly.
The crystal clear ice crystals present regular prisms, and in its center is a solidified candle. The light of the candle refracts between the ice crystal prisms, making it bright and eerie.
Ice crystals sealed with candle flames are suspended in the sky, like stars.
Dingzhen's eyebrows moved, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.
The wooden fish and the red tadpole scriptures on the wooden mallet seemed to come to life and swim away slowly.
Suddenly, a golden scripture flew out from the wooden fish's mouth, and then, golden scriptures flew out of the wooden fish one after another.
In the blink of an eye, golden scripture characters were flying everywhere in the sky!
A scripture character floated in front of Zong Ru. Zong Ru closed his eyes and his body shook violently, with a look of horror on his face!