After hearing this, the monk chuckled and said: "Gui Lao is a top figure in the devil's way. I have held you here for a hundred thousand years. Little do you know how many living beings in the outside world have been spared from being slaughtered. I am doing a good deed, but Gui Lao will not listen to my advice."
Killing without getting angry will bring great merit to others and yourself!"
Just as the white-robed monk finished speaking, the old ghost said angrily: "Bah, in the eyes of a bald donkey like you, I am a murderous demon? Have you never broken through all the paths to Buddhahood?
Exceeding the precept of killing? They are all pretending to be polite. When I break this chess game, I will definitely go to the Buddhist world to ask for an explanation!"
Unlike Mr. Ghost who became angry out of embarrassment, the monk in white smiled lightly and said: "Old Ghost, please don't get angry. Even if you want to kill people, you'd better break my mess first."
Sure enough, when the old ghost heard this, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and focused his thoughts on the chessboard again. However, he secretly sent a message to Xing Tian who was aside: "Boy, come and take a look. As the saying goes, bystanders know clearly.
, if you can help me break this chess game, I will help you go out and destroy Hei Ming. Both Zixia and Yun Xiaozi were both chess masters back then. You have a relationship with them, so you can’t understand, right?"
After hearing the message, Xing Tiantian slowly walked over.
The monk in white glanced at Xing Tian again this time, but asked aloud: "Old Ghost, who is this little benefactor?"
"You have nothing to do with this!" Gui Lao said coldly, but said nothing.
Xing Tian could only stare at the white-clothed monk's eyes as if they were real, then walked to the side of the chessboard and stood about a foot away. The conversation between the two just now gave Xing Tian a rough idea of what was going on.
What the two men said in their conversation was that the monk in white actually relied on a game of chess to restrain this ghost-like old man here for a hundred thousand years. This completely subverted Xing Tian's knowledge. You must know that some saints may not live that long.
Who is the monk in white?
Seeing that he is not very old, Xingtian feels that the other person's cultivation is not weaker than this old ghost. What kind of place is the Buddhist world?
But since Gui Lao asked him to help solve this mess, Xing Tian is also willing to help. Xing Tian has deep knowledge in chess. In his early years in Wajin Village, he and Linglong studied various ancient and modern chess games every day to improve their chess skills. At that time,
, the entire Wajin Village. Xingtian said that he was second in chess, but I am afraid no one would dare to say that he was first.
Later, when we arrived at Guashan, Mr. Tingyu was good at this. Sometimes he taught Xingtian martial arts, which was when the moves started and the chess pieces ended. Mr. Tingyu's chess skills were naturally much higher than Linglong's, and Xingtian also followed the rising tide and improved.
A lot.
Even if he later came to this holy world and became a disciple of Yundian, Xing Tian could still get in touch with higher chess games and study them. Sometimes many martial arts principles are hidden in the chess games, and when martial arts are hindered, one game of chess might be able to solve the problem.
A sudden enlightenment, an epiphany.
So Xingtian is very confident. Now he is not said to be a chess master, but he can be regarded as a big-name figure.
But when he fixed his eyes on the chessboard in front of Gui Lao, he was stunned. It wasn't that he saw a wonderful chess game, but it was because there was nothing on the chessboard in front of Gui Lao.
things.
No chess pieces?
This was a bit weird. Xing Tian's astonished expression was obviously not concealed from the two super masters. The monk in white still smiled faintly and said nothing, but the old ghost seemed to have thought of something, but he transmitted the message again.
"I forgot, with your current cultivation level, you can't see the mind chess pieces. You are just a little saint now. You can only survive a holy tribulation. It's okay, you can just practice here. What's the problem?
Just ask me. Yes, you can also ask the bald donkey, his name is Bai Lian, but don’t call him bald donkey, otherwise it will be a big trouble for the bald man to hate you."
Xing Tian didn't know the reason at this time, but since Gui Lao had said that he would help him crack the chess game, he would let him go, and he could still deal with Heiming with him, and the premise was to upgrade his cultivation to the Great Sage of One Tribulation.
Improving your cultivation level is certainly a good thing, but according to your own cultivation speed, no matter how fast you are, it will take at least three to five years to cultivate to the point of triggering the first holy tribulation.
But I simply couldn't wait that long.
At this moment, Xing Tian stepped on a blood crystal tree root, and the immortal blood nerves in his body started to move on their own, as if a vicious wolf had seen the delicious fat and devoured it crazily.
Immediately, Xingtian felt a huge energy and blood vitality that he had never experienced before coming from his feet. This trace of energy and blood vitality could be compared with the energy and blood vitality of dozens of Black Prison warriors.
When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that the blood crystal tree root under his feet was now dim. It must have been because he had absorbed all the energy.
However, this discovery made Xingtian very happy.
Originally, when he cultivated the immortal blood nerve, he knew that this martial art was extremely difficult to practice, because to practice it, one had to swallow a lot of lives, and neither emotion nor reason, or Xing Tian's heart, was willing to do this.
But if this kind of blood crystal tree can help him improve the realm of this magical skill, that would be great. According to Xing Tian's estimation, as long as he cultivates this magical skill to the level of Dacheng, it will be enough to help him cause the first holy tribulation.
When the time comes, the physical body will be extremely strong and have infinite vitality. Even a broken arm can be regenerated instantly. It may not be able to reach the level of a flesh and blood giant that can be infinitely regenerated with just a small piece of flesh, but at least ordinary attacks will be more effective for me.
There is no pain or itching anymore.
After making this discovery, Xing Tian immediately made up his mind. There were so many blood crystal trees here, which were enough for him to practice. As for whether the owner here agreed or not, according to Xing Tian's understanding, this must be the territory of Gui Lao. Since
The other party has told me to cultivate, so he shouldn't object.
So Xingtian was determined, but he saluted Mr. Gui, and then walked alone into the blood crystal forest.
It has to be said that this blood crystal forest is the weirdest thing Xing Tian has ever seen in his life. It is obviously a world like a hell, full of death energy everywhere, and there are hundreds of millions of lonely ghosts.
Ji, this is obviously a world of the dead, but it is filled with plants full of powerful vitality.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this and the harsh environment that the blood crystal forest has such a strong vitality. Of course, Xing Tian also has another guess, that is, if this place is really the underworld, then the creatures will be deprived of their wealth after death.
I don’t know where all the vitality has gone. It may have been absorbed by some kind of blood crystal tree. This blood crystal forest may have gathered the vitality of countless living beings, so it is so strong.
No matter what, the most important thing for Xing Tian to cultivate his immortal blood nerves right now is vitality, and these blood crystal forests can provide a steady supply.
So Xingtian also calmed down, sat cross-legged in the depths of the blood crystal forest, and then activated the immortal blood magic. Immediately, dozens of flesh and blood tentacles emerged from Xingtian's body and quickly adhered to the surrounding blood crystal trees.
Absorb it.
Every moment, Xingtian seemed to absorb the flesh and blood vitality of hundreds of Black Hell Clan warriors. His body became stronger and stronger, and even cuticles like scales appeared on the outside of his skin. Soon, the scales became more and more solid, and every time
Every piece is as hard as steel.
Several blood crystal trees were also drained of their vitality by Xing Tian, and began to dim, turning into a dead gray color like lime.
The realm of immortal blood nerves improves very quickly. As long as there is enough flesh and blood to devour it, there will be no limit to this improvement. This is also the difference between the alien skills and the traditional skills of all the worlds. From a certain
To a certain extent, alien races are more direct and can improve their cultivation faster.
In just three days, more than a dozen trees in the Blood Crystal Forest had been sucked into the color of lime by Xing Tian. Xing Tian had a feeling that even the trees that had all their essence carefully sucked away were still not dead.
It will take decades or hundreds of years for them to absorb enough vitality and turn into blood crystals again.
The majestic vitality in the dozen or so big trees was like the vast sea, and the almost violent method in three days raised Xingtian's immortal blood nerves to the realm of great achievements.
The scales on Xingtian's skin also began to spread out and turned into a normal color, but every piece of flesh and blood was filled with huge vitality. Now even if someone destroys Xingtian's body, as long as his head is there, he can still do it for a while.
Recovering as before, this is the immortality technique of the flesh and blood alien race.
And with the help of immortal blood nerves, Xing Tian's body cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds, and has completely reached the ultimate saint. Half of his feet have already stepped into the ranks of great saints. As long as he is willing, he can trigger the first holy calamity at any time.
Even Xingtian himself was shocked by this flying cultivation speed. It can be said that unless there is a great sage who is willing to spend his own power to teach Xingtian, other than that, there is no one in the world.
A single skill could reach the point where Xingtian could trigger the first holy calamity in such a short period of time.
However, since it can trigger the Holy Tribulation, Xingtian plans to overcome the Tribulation immediately. Since the ghost elder over there wants to become a Great Sage of One Tribulation, if he loses to the Holy Tribulation, he will definitely come to help.
So after some preparations, Xing Tian triggered the first holy tribulation without hesitation.
"Eh!"
Not far away, whether it was the ghost old man who was thinking hard about how to solve the endgame in front of him, or the monk in white who seemed to have everything under control, they were all stunned by the sudden aura of holy calamity.
"Holy Tribulation?" The monk in white frowned slightly, but he glanced into the depths of the blood crystal forest, and while releasing his breath to investigate, he said: "In just three days, how could he achieve the level of triggering even if he is a genius?
The level of holy calamity...huh? This is the aura of the alien skills. This person actually practices the alien skills. He must be an alien spy. Kill him!"
The monk in white seemed to have noticed something, but he suddenly burst out with a murderous aura. With a flick of his finger, the shadow of a chess piece flew out, turned into streaks of light in the air, and turned into a figure wearing golden armor.
The guardian god holding two hammers rushed to where Xingtian was and killed him. (To be continued.)