Yangu and Zhiwu looked at Feng Jueyu's confused expression and misunderstood what he meant. Zhiwu thought he had said something wrong and quickly advised: "Brother Feng, don't think too much.
What I want to say is that even if we no longer have a personal jade, we can slowly create our own jade. This is our ultimate goal. Even among the practitioners who have received the inheritance, there are some who do not want to become gods.
"
Feng Jueyu didn't understand what Zhi Wucai meant, and looked at him doubtfully: "Create a jade treasure?"
Zhiwucai nodded: "That's right. If you want to pass on your own mysterious skills forever, you must leave your jade treasure like a god. This is exactly the principle of returning to nature. Haven't you seen through it yet?"
Feng Jueyu was stunned and seemed to have some realization: "Brother Zhi means that in the future, we will all use our own strength to create our own jade treasures?"
"That's natural." Zhi Wucai nodded incomparably heroic, but then he smiled bitterly: "But this is far from me, so it's better to face reality for the time being."
Yangu also laughed, and in a falsely annoyed tone, he complained to Zhiwu before saying, "Brother Zhi, what you said is a bit far."
Then he said to Feng Jueyu: "Actually, we have always speculated that gods have the ability to create jade treasures. After all, the inheritance of jade treasures requires the combination of mysterious skills and spiritual magic and divine power. However, this is just a guess. Although it has some truth, but
It’s not confirmed, it’s just a random thought.”
After listening to this, Feng Jueyu felt a lot of emotion in his heart. In fact, what Yangu and Zhiwucai said was not unreasonable. Let alone the real gods, there were countless jade treasures left by the ancient masters.
There are the mysterious laws and spiritual powers that they left behind. If they didn't create them, who else could they be.
In the era of hundreds of races in the world, each race worships a great god. How many of them are real gods?
Little by little, Feng Jueyu finally began to understand the world. This was all because Yan Gu and Zhi Wucai told them everything they knew. If it weren't for the two of them, even if Feng Jueyu himself
If we continue to experience it, it will probably take decades to understand the true shape of this world.
But now, he has generally understood that the so-called gods of hundreds of tribes are just honorific names for sages and masters, and few people know whether there are real gods.
But this does not mean that there are no gods. Maybe after the changes of the times, the gods have ascended and no longer care about the world. Or maybe at the core of the grand plan, there are gods who dominate everything. But who knows?
If you want to explore the bottom line of the world, you have to climb to the top. Once you reach that level, you will know what you need to know.
Just take things as they come.
Feng Jueyu suddenly felt something in his heart, as if a skylight had opened. At this point, he completely gave up the idea of getting to the bottom of things, and instead left his doubts to time to verify.
He bowed to Yangu and Zhiwucai respectfully, and said solemnly: "Juniors have learned a lesson." His solemn expression first made Zhiwucai and Yangu stunned for a moment, and then they were relieved.
I don't express my opinion on this.
Yangu sighed and shook his head, and said in shame: "It's a pity that we know more than you, but we may not be better than you." There was a hint of implicitness in his tone. In fact, Zhiwucai didn't think so.
When people's eyes focused on Feng Jueyu at the same time, the bitterness became even more intense.
Feng Jueyu could only express his helplessness. The key was personal cultivation, and there was nothing he could do about it.
But after all, the three of them are masters who have reached the peak of the seventh level of Lingxu. The worries about gain and loss in their hearts are like meteors streaking across the horizon, and they quickly pass away.
Yangu's condition quickly returned to normal, and he said to the two of them: "Now that we all have the Second Dantian, I am very confident that I will achieve excellent results in the battle for the Spirit Cave. There are still three full months left.
Everyone, please work harder, I am going to adjust my breath for another three days and then go find the spiritual beast, what about you?"
Yangu almost went crazy when he opened the second Dantian, so he should rest for a while, but Zhiwucai also chose not to go out for the time being, because he needed to practice a more profound method in the Green Lotus Fire Art.
From this point of view, only Feng Jueyu has nothing to do, but he has long wanted to go out for a walk. It is quite tiring to stay in the hut all day long and think about how to break through. If things go wrong, Feng Jueyu will get into trouble. Feng Jueyu
Yu didn't want his cultivation to come to an end just because of a glitch.
"Then I'll go out for a walk."
Anyway, the three of them initially planned to meditate together, but searching for spiritual beasts had to be done separately. One advantage of such a retreat is that the three of them can separate to hone their cultivation while ensuring that they take care of each other.
, they can quickly call for help in case of danger. Until the last month, the three of them will go out together to find large spiritual beasts to hunt. In this way, they can hunt the spiritual essence and practice their joint attacks at the same time.
Yangu's thinking and strategy are correct at all, but now is not the time to join forces.
"Then be careful and remember not to go to the two places I mentioned." Yangu reminded with a smile.
Feng Jueyu remembered those two places: one was the wild forest three hundred miles to the north, and the other was the Capricorn Ridge in the south, where a fifteen-year-old spirit beast and a two-thousand-year-old spirit beast lived respectively, which were forbidden areas for warriors.
He nodded and left Honglu Valley immediately, planning to come back at night.
Stepping on the golden sunshine that spread all over the valley, Feng Jueyu wandered around the Honglu Valley. Now he has all the skills, and he is just waiting to use the spirit beast to try his moves. The four major spiritual techniques: Fire Eyes, Golden Clear, Fog
Sword, Earth Release, and Dream Marriage Technique can make him invincible in the face of the Shinto realm. As long as he is not the kind of old monster who has survived for decades under the careless guard, it will basically be difficult to kill him.
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Before, he also fully understood the huge gap between a five-hundred-year-old spirit beast and a thousand-year-old spirit beast.
The cultivation level of the five-hundred-year-old spirit beast should be around the Lingxu realm, which is not very strong. For Feng Jueyu now, the appearance of a spirit beast like Bai Ze is basically equivalent to giving him spiritual energy. Of course.
, the spirit essence of this kind of spirit beast can no longer meet Feng Jueyu's needs. Although once the number reaches a considerable level, it can increase the effect of the inner breath, but due to the urgency of time, he has no time to spend on the five hundred year old spirit beast.
waste.
The number of spiritual beasts here is said to be large, but it is also a vague quantifier in comparison. At least Feng Jueyu knew that he had not seen them when he came here, so it was not much more.
The thousand-year-old spirit beast is even rarer, but this kind of spirit beast is bound to become the must-goal for the three of them. The thousand-year spirit beast is only one step behind Jin Youran, and cannot be used if they really fight for their lives.
From a high perspective, in a life and death battle, any situation can happen, but this is exactly what Feng Jueyu needs.
After walking around at the bottom of the valley for about half a day, the purpose was to get familiar with the terrain so that he could easily go out and find the way back to Honglu Valley. After calculating the time, Feng Jueyu knew that there was probably nothing he could do tonight.
He went back. Maybe this trip would take a few days. He did not go back to inform Zhiwucai and Yangu. After all, he was not a child. If one of the three of them encountered trouble that he could not solve, Yangu and Zhi
It's no use just pulling him into the water.
So he made up his mind to look for the spiritual beast first...
There was no smell of fireworks in the quiet valley forest, so Feng Jueyu sometimes wandered and sometimes flew through the secluded woods, looking for traces of spiritual beasts everywhere.
For two days in a row, Feng Jueyu couldn't find any trace of the spirit beast, which made him really angry. Such a waste of time made people feel distressed. Could it be that "many" means that it is based on "nothing"?
Is that so? If that's the case, what's the point of continuing to look for it? Even if you can give me a five-hundred-year-old spirit beast, you can at least try to practice the Nether Mysterious Technique to see if the dying person can gain a soul.
With one soul, Huang Tianjue can be rescued again.
Just as Zi Feng Jue Yu was complaining, maybe God heard his sorrowful voice and was moved, a roar that resounded through the mountains and forests came from the woods not far away.
"Roar!"
Feng Jueyu was sitting next to a tree and resting by himself. When he heard the beast's roar, his first thought was excitement. It turns out that praying can make God hear your heart. I really thank God.
Subconsciously, Feng Jueyu jumped up, silver light suddenly appeared under his feet, and the two points and one line turned into a ball of wind and sand and blew over.
The movement technique of the Spirit of Ten Thousand Sands flew out in the direction of the sound with flying sand and rocks. It was so fast that it was like a hungry ghost who hadn't eaten for several days and suddenly saw a meat pie.
Thousands of meters of distance disappeared in the blink of an eye. Feng Jueyu came to the outer edge of the source of the sound. Ding Qing took a look and saw a huge tiger crawling deep in the forest, facing three purple leopards.
Exuding the majesty of being the king of the jungle.
The tiger is huge, more than ten feet tall. The purple patterns on its body are as smooth and beautiful as flowing water and clouds. It seems as if a ball of purple fire is burning, and the breath of this tiger is also mixed with the aura of the divine power of the Fire Spirit.
It should be a spiritual beast whose five elements attribute is fire.
The tiger's head looks like a fight, with a "King" character in the center, showing off the majesty of the king. The four tiger claws grip the ground tightly, revealing a silver light as sharp as a dagger. The tiger's tail swings and whips out of anger.
The air made a crackling sound, sometimes hitting the trees as thick as a bowl, and the small trees were instantly cut off, showing unspeakable domineering force.
"What a tiger."
Feng Jueyu gave a flat praise and did not rush out. Under the intimidation of the tiger, the three unwilling leopards showed extremely fearful expressions, crawled on the ground in fear, and slowly retreated.
This was obviously a good show of the Tiger King's intimidation. The three leopards were defeated. They even did not dare to offend the Tiger King's power and left quickly.
Feng Jueyu only glanced at it, and immediately turned his target to the purple-haired tiger king. Based on his perception of the tiger king's aura, he determined that it was a spiritual beast that had been cultivated for thousands of years.