For cultivators, arithmetic methods often involve heavenly secrets and are very mysterious. There are very few such sects in the entire world, because revealing too much heavenly secrets is detrimental to one's own cultivation.
Therefore, many powerful cultivators, even if they know arithmetic techniques, are not willing to use them easily.
However, the method of arithmetic has its own infinite charm, which attracts many practitioners to study it.
After all, you can anticipate the enemy's opportunities. For example, if you have an enemy who is going through a catastrophe, and you can calculate the date before and after his catastrophe, you can hit his vital point in one fell swoop.
But the method of arithmetic is something that practitioners can easily master.
After Wujizi was silent for a moment, he continued to transmit the message into the secret passage: "Brother Zhou, my great evolution technique was only recently passed on to me by my senior brother Wumizi, so you can rest assured!"
"Wu Mizi? I heard that he has also come to participate in this trial. I really want to have a few fights with him!"
Wu Jizi curled his lips in his heart, but of course he couldn't show this expression on his face.
The subsequent battles became more and more bloody, and the area where the winner was determined at the beginning put a lot of pressure on the slow-motion practitioners.
Wujizi shouted even more embellished. If before the trial space shrinks, there are still cultivators in the area who have not decided the winner, he will still take action together with Zhou Yu and personally "send off" those naughty guys.
Get out of the trial space!
In all the worlds where strength is respected, almost no one dares to directly refute this kind of overlord clause.
The cultivators who had previously hidden their clumsiness also urged their spiritual power to devote themselves seriously to the battle, so the bloody scenes increased.
Of course, Ye Qian didn't know this. At this moment, his spiritual power incarnation was falling into a vast "ocean".
After the Jingyang Bell's restrictions were broken, it turned out that it was not the five-element restrictions that Ye Qian had expected.
For general magic weapons or magic weapons, the casters will add five elements restrictions in them in order to increase the power of the magic weapon or prevent someone from prying into the internal structure of the magic weapon.
As long as you touch it casually, it is very likely to cause the magic weapon to self-destruct.
But what he saw was a vast ocean, which was entirely composed of chaotic spiritual power.
And in the middle of the sea, a six-story stone tower stands shockingly.
This gray stone tower looked very strange. Ye Qian had not swum across the ocean yet, but just taking a look at it, he felt a cold sweat break out all over his body.
As he struggled to swim across the ocean, the ten sticks of incense time that Ye Qian silently remembered in his heart were already missing three sticks of incense!
Three out of ten, you have to seize the time later.
As soon as he climbed onto the stone tower, Ye Qian saw a stone tablet at the door of the stone tower.
It's just that what was written above was all a kind of partial writing from ancient times, and Ye Qian could only recognize some fragments.
What it means is that this stone tower is dangerous and is the core of Jingyang Bell. The spiritual clones of cultivators are advised not to get involved in this.
Ye Qian sneered in his heart. These seniors who practice magic weapons like to pretend to be gods. Can these nonsense words scare Ye Qian away?
Then his courage can only be described as papery!
Ye Qian walked around the stone monument and pushed open the door on the first floor of the stone tower.
A hoarse and heartbreaking sound sounded, and the two heavy stone doors were slowly pushed open.
What makes people feel weird is that Ye Qian's mental clone's powerful investigative ability is completely useless here.
As long as his mental power is separated from the body for a moment, it will be bound by an inexplicable force.
But if the mental power does not enter the stone tower and is only on the periphery, it can be driven.
This situation made Ye Qian even more excited. Just as the girl in the purple skirt said, there must be something he needs in this stone tower.
The stone door was fully opened, a gust of wind blew through, and an oil lamp was lit on the walls on both sides.
The dark red lamp flame looked extremely strange. Ye Qian stepped on it and the lamp flame suddenly rose to a height of dozens of feet, almost breaking through the top of the tower on this floor.
"Come out! Hiding in this small flame, you are not afraid of being aggrieved!"
Ye Qian roared, and the lamp flame flickered, and finally a spiritual body wearing golden armor and glowing red appeared.
As soon as this spiritual body fell to the ground, it grew in the wind, and instantly became three feet tall.
Ye Qian looked up and saw that the mental body of this military general had a very blurry face, and deep scars could be seen on his limbs.
This is not a complete spiritual body. Judging from Ye Qian's understanding of spiritual spells, he can make such a conclusion after just one face-to-face encounter.
Sure enough, this spiritual body is a bit garrulous when it comes to talking.
"A bold practitioner dares to break into my palace without permission. Do you know what a sin this is?"
Ye Qian rolled his eyes, brother, everyone is a spiritual body, why bother talking about this stuff.
The general's mental body seemed unable to see the look of disdain on Ye Qian's face. He clapped his hands together, causing a lot of dust to fall off the wall.
"Wow, you are so bold in front of me, King Zhenbei. You must be my enemy in Nanzhou. Watch me chop off your head!"
Neuropathy!
The King of Zhenbei was not joking with Ye Qian. He actually pulled out a long whip with a trace of ghost fire from his back.
"Crack!"
The long whip made a crisp sound in the air, and the next moment, the long whip struck the position where Ye Qian was standing just now at lightning speed.
The force was so strong that it broke more than a dozen slate bricks, leaving a burning mark of will-o'-the-wisp.
Ye Qian was angry. He grabbed it with both hands, and the short spear condensed by his mental power quickly took shape in his hand, and he threw it towards the King of Zhenbei.
"Whoosh"
King Zhenbei couldn't feel any pain, and there were two fist-sized holes in his body.
Ye Qian raised his eyebrows, is this okay?
The average mental body will be unstable for at least a period of time under such an attack.
Look at the King of Zhenbei, waving his long whip and charging towards him.
Have you taken Shiquan Dabu Pills?
Ye Qian jumped through space and teleported behind King Zhenbei. He raised his hand and launched two short spears composed of spiritual power.
Only this time, as soon as the two short spears pierced King Zhenbei's back, two chains sprouted from the back half of the spears, suddenly locking King Zhenbei in place.
"roar!"
King Zhenbei roared like a beast from his throat.
His arms suddenly became thicker, suddenly breaking away from Ye Qian's mental chains.
Ye Qian couldn't hold himself back. He kept fighting with this guy using mental spells, just killing time and precious mental power.
If we can't make a quick decision, I'm afraid that time and mental energy will be wasted in the end.
The two fought for a few more times, and Ye Qian gradually discovered that the pressure of the Zhenbei King was gradually weakening.
But what puzzled him was that no matter what kind of wounds he caused on King Zhenbei's body, he could not defeat him.
Why does this spiritual clone of King Zhenbei seem to be immune to destruction?
Ye Qian rolled his eyes and glanced at the oil lamp with a red flame on the side.
Compared with when I first came in, the height of the lamp flame has also been reduced a lot.
Is there a connection between the two?
Ye Qian immediately used part of his mental power to turn into a flying sword and stabbed it hard towards the oil lamp.
When the King of Zhenbei saw this, he didn't even care about the rules, and actually stood up with his "chest" ready for Ye Qian's attack.
"change!"
Ye Qian moved around and hit King Zhenbei on the forehead. He punched the oil lamp first and smashed it into pieces.
King Zhenbei, who was lying on the ground, twitched for a while, and all the large and small wounds on his body burst out at the same time. Finally, together with the long whip, they turned into little bits of dust.
Ye Qian's heart moved, and he made a secret with his hands, sucking the dust-like spiritual power into his body.
As expected, these are extremely pure spiritual powers. Some of the memories of King Zhenbei attached to them are not restricted and he can easily read them.
After half a stick of incense, Ye Qian slowly opened his eyes.
Who would have thought that the enemies killed by Jingyang Zhong were not completely destroyed.
Part of their mental power, just like the Zhenbei King in front of them, turned into a projection of their own mental power and was suppressed inside the Jingyang Bell.
The King of Zhenbei was a former general in Nanzhou. Later, he accidentally obtained the cultivation method and practiced all the way to the level of Taoism. He called himself King of Zhenbei, built a palace in Nanzhou, and lived happily.
And because of some old debts from the worldly world, he was forced to a dead end by his enemies.
He was beaten to death by the owner of the Jingyang Bell at the time, a practitioner at the eighth level of the Peeping Tao Realm, and his entire body was turned into ashes inside the Jingyang Bell.
Ye Qian squinted his eyes. At this time, the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor of the stone tower also appeared, but Ye Qian was not in a hurry to go to the second floor at this time.
This stone tower seemed to be the core component of Jingyang Bell, but he had never heard of a magic weapon that could consciously imprison the enemy's mental distraction.
Moreover, from the fragmentary memories of King Zhenbei, he has never seen the outside world or left this stone tower since he was suppressed.
This shows that even the owner of Jingyang Bell does not know the use of this function.
After absorbing the Zhenbei King's memory fragments and those mental power fragments, Ye Qian actually didn't get much benefit.
Especially when he thought that he didn't see through the oil lamp that King Zhenbei's destiny was at the beginning, and foolishly used his precious mental power to fight with King Zhenbei, Ye Qian wanted to give himself two big words.
The words of the girl in the purple skirt emerged from the bottom of her heart again. There might really be an opportunity of her own in this Jingyang Bell.
The universe is also very particular about chance encounters. There are often stupid people who don't know what is going on and fall into pits full of treasures while walking.
Ye Qian still didn't believe that he would recite it like that.
Calculate the time, there are still about five sticks of incense left, let's go up to the next floor and have a look.
With this thought in mind, Ye Qian walked up to the second floor of the stone tower step by step.