Tilulu began to rush towards the place where the conflict occurred, while Zhang Zicheng vaguely felt that he had touched the door to the foundation building period.
This kind of cultivation speed is already very scary even in low dimensions, but Zhang Zicheng understands that it is actually not a big deal.
After all, the buffs added to myself are indeed enough. To a certain extent, it is almost equivalent to the extraterrestrial devil plundering resources from the lower realm.
Although foundation building is known in the world of cultivation as the threshold for eliminating 90% of the losers, in fact, according to Zhang Zicheng's observation, he always felt that those eliminated during the foundation building period were obviously just poor people.
In the world of cultivation where spiritual energy resources are almost completely divided and monopolized by various sects, a slightly thinner spiritual vein will have more monks and less meat. Without any opportunities or connections, it can only refine the most basic spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a lifetime.
It is almost equivalent to cultivating in a spiritual energy-depleted place similar to Earth, and the difficulty is self-evident.
Zhang Zicheng also roughly summarized the four real major stages in the world of cultivation. One is refining the Qi, possessing the sense of Qi, achieving the essence and spirit that is different from ordinary people, and mastering the extra metaphysical sense of 'perception'.
It seems simple, but it is a breakthrough from scratch, from 0 to 1. Its importance is self-evident. But generally speaking, as long as fellow monks can confirm each other, this is a 100% breakthrough, comparable to
Asking people on the train if they have bought a ticket is not taken too seriously. But in fact, even in the world of cultivation, the mortals who account for 90% of the population are ordinary people who cannot obtain the 'qi sense' and can only be forced to
The shackles of the lower class are never taken seriously by the monks.
Regardless of the number of mortals occupying the ninth level of the world of cultivation, one would think that the probability of success in breaking through Qi training is as high as one-tenth... It's not that high. The mortality rate of mortals in the world of cultivation is also terrifying, while the monks are always active.
For hundreds of thousands of years, the world is full of old monsters, and monks can also marry and have children, so that the population ratio can be increased to nine to one.
The second major stage can be summarized as practicing Qi to transform into gods, that is, breaking through from the foundation building stage to the golden elixir stage. At this time, the monk's knowledge and mana begin to condense, similar to how cold water condenses to melt ice. Once the breakthrough is made,
It will enter a period of rapid growth again until the golden elixir hatches and becomes the Nascent Soul.
The third major stage is to refine the spirit and return to the void, which is roughly the breakthrough from the Nascent Soul stage to the distraction stage. Since Zhang Zicheng is far from being exposed to this level yet, he only understands the impact of the distraction stage on the entire monk based on observation.
Wisdom, energy, and spirit are both a drastic qualitative change, and there is even a sense of breaking out of the cauldron and building something new. This is how you can understand the threshold you will encounter in the future when you are just practicing, but you can't understand it in too much detail right now. The last stage is after the Mahayana, transcending tribulations and ascending. This article is self-explanatory.
Zhang Zicheng took a deep breath and consolidated the true energy in his body even more thoroughly... From practicing qi to building foundation, in the final analysis, it is a process of quantitative change to qualitative change. As long as the laws of heaven and earth are not restricted, the resources are sufficient, and there is a little bit of talent
No one will be stuck, because it does not involve the level of hugeness and wisdom required to operate it. The struggle is almost entirely physical fitness and resources.
In this low dimension, Zhang Zicheng's physique is probably directly raised to the full level and overflowing. No matter what the strongest genius in the world of cultivation is, his physique is like an innate chaotic body, compared to Zhang Zicheng who comes from a high dimension,
You can't use that, it's just a shameful thing.
At the same time, there are abundant unexploited spiritual energy resources for Zhang Zicheng to explore. This condition is quite explosive in the world of cultivation. When a hundred disciples of the inner sect of the top sect saw it, one hundred of them would drool.
Then he started pinching his knuckles to calculate the risk of 'who can replace him'.
On a mountain road named Lingdao by Zhang Zicheng, Wu Yuanshawei packed fish and meals in boxes and walked step by step towards the top of the mountain.
In the past, her mentality was quite disapproving, but now, with the cold wind and biting wind, Wu Yuansha Zhi feels that every step she takes, she has an almost pilgrim mentality.
She wasn't quite sure when her attitude toward that man changed in her heart. It might have been a moment when the other man easily lifted up the sea or swept through the forest to show his strength.
If Wu Yuanshazhi's initial attitude towards Zhang Zicheng was, 'A master who loves sneak attacks, I will kill you sooner or later', now, it has become a kind of fairy, 'If a god touches my head, can he grant immortality?'
The anxious feeling of being close to you but unable to go any further.
Arriving at the top of the mountain, Wu Yuan Shazhi saw Zhang Zicheng's back from a distance. He was sitting cross-legged under a pine tree. In the occasional snowstorm, he was already covered in silver. Like the pine tree, he was covered with a layer of snow.
Thick snow.
But Wu Yuansha Zhi discovered that... the height of the man sitting cross-legged was almost the same as the surrounding snow, only slightly lower, which was probably the height of the new snow falling around him.
This scene is really unbelievable. Every time Wu Yuan Shazhi takes a step, her ankles will sink into the snow, and she understands how deep the snow is on the top of the mountain. But the man seems to only need the support of a little snowflake to be like this
They are floating on the snow like leaves.
If Wu Yuanshazhi knew that when Zhang Zicheng first came to this world, he would break the thick trunk even when climbing a tree, he might be even more surprised by such a dramatic contrast.
But even so, Wu Yuansha Zhi has no doubt about one thing in her heart - the man in front of her is definitely the incarnation of some kind of god, and the purpose of his appearance is to test and save her group. Only those who pass the test will
Only then can we obtain God’s blessing and grace.
She rationalized her previous experiences without hesitation, and attributed the death of her companions to "failed to pass the test", an excuse full of religious rhetoric. In this way, she felt completely at ease with surrendering to the other party, and even felt lucky and happy.
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"Didn't I say you don't need to send food?"
Zhang Zicheng closed his eyes and said.
Of course, he has not yet reached the level of inedia, but when he eats low-dimensional food, he always feels like it has been soaked in water, and the taste is difficult to accept, so he simply doesn't want to eat it. Anyway, he has psychic power and true energy.
It’s hard to starve to death.
But then again, Zhang Zicheng realized just now, no wonder he always felt that the Black Ship samurai had small appetites. Before, he thought it was the stereotype that Japanese people had small appetites, but now that he thought about it, it was probably the Japanese who had small appetites.
, which is equivalent to a compressed biscuit rich in spices. Just eat a little to satisfy your satiety.
So those few boxes of instant noodles can actually feed dozens of people until now...it's not easy either.
Wu Yuansha Zhi didn't say anything. She just put the food down respectfully, then bowed and said, "I'm very sorry, but I'm waiting for my subordinates' thoughts."
As she spoke, she bent back with solemn etiquette. After taking dozens of steps, she turned around and left.
After all, how many believers really need something like paying tribute? The act of paying tribute itself, or the believers comforting themselves more. After all, which god lacks one or two fruits, but accepts the tribute
But it can give believers a little bit of psychological comfort.
It's not that Zhang Zicheng can't understand it, but he is a little unaccustomed to being treated like this. Although he has been a god in the lower dimension for a long time, it is still a bit strange to be worshiped like this in the higher dimension.
Having said that, this kind of thing did not really bring any trouble to Zhang Zicheng, it was just like the breeze blowing, leaving no trace in his heart in an instant.
At this moment, Zhang Zicheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the distant sky.
"Again?"
It was not until nearly half an hour later that the visible dragon figures actually appeared on the horizon. At the same time, the Viking tribe at the foot of another mountain immediately sounded the sound of horns.
With experience in dealing with this time, they quickly gathered the remaining livestock and drove them into the chief's longhouse. Although the smell of livestock was strong, after all, the chief was dead and could not express his opinion. Relatively speaking, they were still livestock.
Safety is more important.
After the livestock, there were the old, young, women and children. The men asked them to hide in their homes. Then they all put on horn helmets, held shields and sharp axes and hammers, and gathered together to prepare for the attack.
But they are Vikings after all. They engage in more roaming battles and very few offensive and defensive battles. Therefore, they are not in formation and can only be said to be gathered together and fighting independently.
After a long time, the flying dragons finally arrived. Nearly half of the flying dragons simply ignored everything on the island and began to hunt for the abundant catches along the coast. The rest of the flying dragons then gathered towards the wooden houses built by the black ship warriors.
And the Viking tribe launched a swooping plunder.
Among the Viking tribe, a girl with blond hair and braided hair saw a group of dragons starting to hunt in the distance, and wondered, "Forget it about plundering livestock, why do these dragons come all the way here to fish? There should be fish in the distant sea."
More and richer.”
The golden-bearded Quirk, who used a wooden leg as a prosthetic limb, frowned deeply when he heard this, raised his shield higher, and said in a deep voice, "The only possibility is...the large fish schools nearby have been around for a long time.
After being hunted by these beasts, they come to this offshore area to plunder."
"Is it because the reproduction is too fast?" A trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of the blonde girl. "We must suppress the number of dragons, otherwise our life will be more difficult in the future."
"This kind of thing..." Facing the swooping dragon, Quirk raised his shield, trying to defend himself and his daughter from the flames sprayed by the opponent, and at the same time roared, "Everyone knows!"
The question is, how to weaken the number of dragons?
Facing the flying dragons in the sky, the Vikings can survive first and then talk about other things.
However, the vast majority of Vikings did not harbor some kind of expectations in their hearts.
Amidst the desperate fighting and roaring, there will always be some people who will glance in the direction of another mountain from time to time.
Immediately, I saw the blazing red light that was terrifying, yet inexplicably reassuring and helpless at the same time.
"Zheng——!" "Zheng——!"
It was like a laser sweep, filled with scarlet sword energy that sounded like the buzz of a chainsaw, and began a large-scale sweeping pattern.
On the Viking tribe's side, the flying dragons swooping down from time to time in the sky are a helpless group of fighter jets.
But at the top of the mountain, the flying dragons were like flies being chased by pesticides... Whenever the scarlet sword energy bloomed, there would be countless flying dragons, howling in agony, and their own stumps.
Together with the broken wings, they fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh——!!"
This scene really boosted the morale of the Vikings. Even though the light was stained with the blood of its compatriots, when it faced the enemy, it was so reassuring that it even made people's blood boil with excitement.
The Vikings, who rekindled their fighting spirit, roared and launched a counterattack at the flying dragons. Although the flying dragons could spit fire, their fire-breathing method was obviously more biological than metaphysical. It was probably that there was a large amount of fire stored in the air sacs in the abdominal cavity or throat.
When flammable gas or liquid is sprayed, sparks are ejected from the teeth to form a flame.
This also leads to the fact that their range is not as far as imagined.
At least, for the Vikings who could jump six feet high, it was not so out of reach.