When the thirtieth day came, there were less than a thousand spiritual stones left in his hand. Zong Shou decisively stopped time and put away the Zhouji Life Book.
There are indeed not many spiritual stones in the bag, and all the spiritual power accumulated in the body at this time is gone.
My understanding of the spiritual methods of swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. There is no benefit in further understanding.
Unless you have another opportunity or your own realm improves, it will be difficult to make even half a step forward.
At this time, the skin all over his body was glowing with a layer of jade-yellow brilliance that was invisible to the naked eye.
Under the skin, traces of spiritual patterns appeared, just like the epidermis of those crystal beasts.
After those divine powers were completely digested, his physical body did become much stronger. However, when it reached almost 70%, his physical body reached its limit.
Then the rest of the divine power was transformed into this pattern.
"It is said that humans are one of the ancient crystal beasts, and there is indeed some truth to it!"
These spiritual patterns can only be seen if you have sufficient cultivation and focus your spiritual power on your eyes.
It looks beautiful and unique, with a sense of dignity and magnificence.
However, Zong Shou knew that these spiritual patterns were not just beautiful.
Not long ago, Zong Shou once tried it. Once he uses his true power to boost his luck, the resistance of his skin will increase sharply, making him tougher. His strength will also increase, more than doubling the strength!
Zong Shou made another move and took out a pair of armors that only reached the arms in front of him.
It was the pair of Juntian Fist Armors snatched from Wu Xuan.
He replaced Wu Xuan's head, but kept the pair of fist armors, and the Heavenly Demon Dome Realm did not ask for them from him.
It was just because of this object that it was infiltrated by pure demonic energy, so Zong Shou never used it. He only carried it with him every day, and whenever he was free every day, he would purify it with the two talismans of swallowing. He also let Han Xi burn with the holy flame from time to time.
At this time, including the Zhouji Mingshishu, it has been more than ten years.
It's just that there is still a trace of evil energy entangled in this fist armor, which cannot be completely eliminated.
I don’t know what kind of methods the Heavenly Demon Dome Realm used to completely dye this good set of armor into a magic weapon, which has tainted its origin.
Without forty or fifty years, it would be impossible to complete the transformation.
Zong Shou hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and inserted his hands into the pair of fists.
You could immediately feel that large barbs and spikes popped out of the armor. They intended to pierce into his flesh and blood, but were resisted by his skin and were firmly blocked.
There was even a hint of cruel thoughts rising in Zong Shou's mind at the same time.
His thoughts fluctuated, and Zong Shou's eyes turned red.
For a time, countless ferocious and terrifying thoughts kept passing through his mind. Zong Shou felt an inexplicable hatred in his chest.
I just want to kill, kill! Kill! Kill! Destroy everything in front of me.
And his fist armor can also be stronger. All he needs to do is swallow up all the flesh and blood under Qiantian Mountain! Then he will be invincible!
After a long moment, Zong Shou's expression returned to calmness without any fluctuation.
"I have underestimated Wu Xuan!"
Being able to suppress the demonic energy in the Juntian Fist Armor and not be controlled by it, at least in terms of mentality, is very impressive.
Although that guy was obviously a little delirious.
The next moment, the corners of Zong Shou's lips tilted up again.
"Sure enough, my body is now invulnerable to all evil and all demons! Speaking of which, how could I, Zong Shou, be a Holy King? Where did this Holy King's aura come from?"
I am also puzzled. How can a lazy person like him, who doesn't even deal with a few government affairs all year round, become a Saint King? It's too cheap. So what's the reason?
Shaking his head, Zong Shou put away his distracting thoughts and returned to his eyes.
Most of the invading demonic thoughts were washed away and purified by the inexplicable white energy of the Holy King in his body.
The remaining part has shrunk back into Juntian Fist Armor and hid in it, never to be seen again.
Zong Shou's thoughts stretched to the core inside the armor without any hindrance.
It was only then that he firmly grasped the pair of fists! Those sharp barbs were instantly put away.
And the nails turned from jet black to red! They clung to his skin as if they were part of his body. There was no feeling of discomfort at all.
Zong Shou also tried to punch, and the entire quiet room suddenly twisted and shook.
However, at the moment when it was on the verge of collapse, this twenty-foot-wide house returned to its original state without any damage.
And a glimmer of light flashed in Zong Shou's eyes.
"Twice the power! The true soul power and this power have been increased by two times! This thing is really a waste of nature in the hands of Wu Xuan!"
It's not like the spiritual weapons he used before, which only increase the power of a specific spiritual method, or only increase some strength. It's an improvement in all aspects!
The strength is equivalent to twice as much!
But as far as he is concerned, it is actually more than double——
Naturally, the power of a country he borrowed cannot be doubled accordingly.
However, at this time, the combat power has almost increased by 20%!
A pair of fist armors can do this, but what will be the power of a full set of Juntian armors?
Zong Shou couldn't help but think about it again, and then shook his head slightly.
The gap between him and those overlords at the end of the Yunhuang era is indeed beyond reason.
With another thought, the fist armor melted into his skin and disappeared.
Zong Shou also walked out of the quiet room and saw outside the room, Xuanyuan Yiren, Ruo Shui Master Ruolan, and Ren Bo, all veterans of Qiantian Mountain, were all waiting for him quietly, most of them with worried looks in their eyes.
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Zong Shou smiled at these people and handed Yi Ren Ruushui with a reassuring look. Then he jumped into the air and fled to the southwest.
It is useless to say anything at this time. Only by truly overcoming the tribulation and entering the spiritual realm can these people feel at ease.
He relies on people but knows the details of the sect, so he doesn't have much worry about his appearance.
However, when Zong Shou stepped into the air, Xuanyuan Yiren still couldn't help but said: "Thunder tribulation is dangerous! My husband's martial arts is the best in this world, and he is the king of a country. The tribulation thunder must be no ordinary person. Please be careful!"
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After saying that, he shot three red pills into the air: "This is a pill made by people to eliminate calamities and overcome evil. It may be able to help my husband!"
Zong Shou casually made a move and put the pill into his sleeve. With a thought, he recalled the information about eliminating calamities and crossing Erdan, and he knew the power of this pill.
It's actually a ninth-level elixir. Is this thing specifically designed to overcome tribulations? It is said to reduce the power of tribulations.
I don’t know where Xuanyuan Yiren got Bi Fang. She actually made it.
Although Zongshou had no intention of using this thing and had no use for it, he was still happy and carefully put it into the Qiankun bag.
I felt a little warm in my heart, as expected, I still loved my wife and knew how to care for her.
Take a step toward the southeast to reach the rooftop and leave Qiantian Mountain.
Zong Shou walked through the air, spreading his thoughts far away, covering an area of two hundred miles.
"Ha. It's really a group of demons dancing wildly!"
Within the range covered by his spiritual thoughts, there are nearly fifty spiritual realms he can sense.
Some are curious about him, some have hidden malice, and most of them have not noticed it yet.
Zong Shou narrowed his eyes slightly and was too lazy to pay attention to it. But after a moment, he turned his eyes sharply and looked towards the south.
But on a galloping road to the east, a spiritual cultivator stood on it.
His face was pale and he was dressed in black. Surrounded by dozens of damaged cloud-turning vehicles, there were more than 400 corpses.
The gurgling flow of blood formed a true blood sacrifice, and the cultivator's eyes were also glowing with red light, and his whole body was covered with a layer of blood mist.
"Yuanshi Demon Sect? Blood River Sacrifice! You dare to take the blood of the orphans in Qiantian territory, you are so brave!"
Zong Shou's gaze was sharp, and without moving his sword, he directly punched the enemy a hundred and twenty miles away.
The hundred miles of time and space were forcibly folded by this vast force. Then the barrier was shattered into pieces.
The sword intent at the peak of the soul realm was contained in the fist, and it was struck down violently.
The man in the distance was concentrating on absorbing the traces of blood mist. He was not on guard at all. When he noticed the sudden blow, he had already avoided it. His face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.
But at this moment, the void on the other side behind him was also broken open.
A huge devil's palm also struck. A majestic voice came from afar.
"Why are you so angry, Your Majesty? This is a disciple of my Yuanshi Demon Sect in the outer realm. I don't know Your Majesty's rules. In fact, for these civilians whose lives are worthless, why bother-"
Before he finished speaking, fists and palms clashed. The hundred-foot-long demonic palm only resisted for less than half a breath before completely disintegrating.
The force of the fist struck down, directly smashing the demonic monk into pieces!
At this moment, all the monks within hundreds of miles poured in their thoughts from afar.
No matter how low your cultivation level is, you can still sense such violent spiritual energy fluctuations.
The man's voice was obviously frightened and angry.
"What a Qiantian Demon King and Blood Sword Demon King! You fool, you really don't take our Yuanshi Demon Sect in your eyes! Now that the calamity is approaching, I want to see how you survive this calamity. Three days later, I, the Yuanshi Demon Sect, will definitely slaughter your whole Qiantian City——"
Zong Shou was too lazy to speak. Could it be that he just held back his hand? Would this Yuanshi Demon Sect be merciful?
This person has been firmly locked in his mind, and by speaking, waves of demonic sounds are poured into him, trying to arouse his fear of this life-and-death disaster.
The breath, body shape, are constantly changing. The virtual and the real are flickering and escaping into the distance.
With a flash of his mind, Zong Shou made the nameless sword fly out of his sleeve. He held it in his hand, and then he suddenly slashed the sword from top to bottom into the air in front of him.
Then the space in front of him was like a huge canvas, being torn apart from it. The anger was overwhelming, and the sword was cold for thousands of miles!
A hundred miles away, there was also a shrill scream. But after just one sound, silence returned.
With the light of his sword, Zong Shou brought back an old man's head to his side.
But he was an old man in his seventies, with a magic bat mark above his eyebrows.
Suddenly he raised his eyebrows in recognition, it turned out to be the old man Mephit. After thousands of years, this guy is still a minor BOSS in the God Emperor game.
Unexpectedly, today, he was killed by his sword.
At this time, hundreds of miles away, almost all spiritual realms are as silent as cicadas. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}