Time is meaningless to a certain extent. When you reach immortality, time is just a sigh after dinner.
Come and read three or five volumes of books in your spare time, sit quietly and chant Huang Ting.
Soon, three thousand years passed, and time entered the 110,000th year of cultivation.
During these three thousand years, Wang Xu actively participated in various alliance decisions, often pointed out the shortcomings to the point, and enriched his character in the eyes of ordinary monks.
He, the future Ninth Speaker, is no longer a noun, but a visible and tangible hero who will fight for the interests of ordinary monks.
Today is the 110,000th year of the Cultivation Calendar and Wang Xu’s 10,000th birthday.
With the passage of time, Wang Xu became less sharp and more calm.
If he used to be a sharp sword that came out of his body, now he is a famous sword that has returned to its sheath. The young master is as sharp as a sharp sword, and he is wise and does not hurt.
"It's almost time, some things should be resolved."
Wang Xu opened his eyes from seclusion and looked into the distance, as if he had seen another world.
Get up and stretch your muscles.
With the sound of exploding beans, Wang Xu put on his commander's cloak and rushed to the outside of Tianyuan Secret Territory in three steps.
"Chen Yi, the three thousand years have come, why don't you come out to see me?"
Boom!!
The thick and deep sound shook the entire secret realm, and all creatures within a radius of thousands of miles could hear it clearly.
After a moment of calm, the Tianyuan Secret Realm suddenly opened.
Chen Yi, wearing a black combat uniform, walked out of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, accompanied by Venerable Tuoba, Zhang Qingxuan, Liu Maoqi, and Huangfu Xun.
"good!"
Seeing that Chen Yi was full of energy and soaring to the sky, Wang Xu nodded in approval.
On the contrary, Chen Yi and others frowned when they saw that Wang Xu's aura was ordinary, just like an ordinary person.
He restrained his own power, as if heaven and man were one. They had only seen this kind of power in the Speakers. It was a kind of return to nature after the sharp edge. In comparison, Chen Yi, who showed his sharp edge, obviously lost.
"Let's go and fight in the void with me."
Wang Xu turned around and walked away, crossing mountains and rivers, crossing the sea vertically, and after five steps he came to the vast starry sky.
Chen Yi's movements were not slow, and he followed closely to reach the depths of the void.
Others are not so fast. The most powerful Master Tuoba is three breaths slower than the two of them. Zhang Qingxuan, whose strength is only at the early stage of the eighth level, is twelve breaths slower than everyone else. And the strength
Only Liu Maoqi, who had reached the seventh level of perfection, arrived at the depths of the void with a delay of half a stick of incense.
Standing quietly in the void, feeling the eight gazes directed at him, Wang Xu slowly said: "Let's begin."
"kill!"
Chen Yi brandished a sword and struck Wang Xu head-on.
For a moment, the sword light was like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, and even the space was cut into gaps. I am afraid that even the God-class battleship of the mechanical clan here will be chopped into pieces by Chen Yi's sword.
Ding!!
Facing Chen Yi's shocking sword strike, Wang Xu pointed out with his middle finger on the sword body, missing Chen Yi's blow.
Upon entering his eyes, the deflected sword light went straight into the depths of the universe, shattering forty-eight planets along the way before being neutralized by the human race's interstellar defense formation.
"Nine shocking swords!"
Chen Yi gathered strength and stepped forward, waving his sword.
The power of the first sword was equivalent to a normal, full-strength blow from a late eighth-level monk.
The second cut is doubled on the basis of the first cut.
The third cut doubled the first cut.
Until the ninth sword, based on the attack of an ordinary late eighth-level monk, the power has been increased by eight times. If this sword were to hit the monk, even with the strength of Venerable Tuoba, he would be seriously injured by the sword.
Unfortunately, Chen Yi's opponent is not Lord Tuoba, but Wang Xu, who is known as the number one person of the younger generation.
His and Chen Yi's combat prowess is equivalent to that of veteran eighth-level monks.
The eight-fold increase on this basis, although Wang Xu paid attention to it, was far from being afraid of it.
"The sword is not bad!" After fighting against each other nine times and experiencing Chen Yi's amazing nine swords, Wang Xu smiled happily: "It's just that the strength is a bit lacking."
"Arrogant!"
Chen Yi's anger arose in his heart, and he cut out the tenth knife with hatred.
His secret technique is called Jingshijiu Dao. Is it actually only nine Dao?
No, nine is just a generalization. His cultivation of secret techniques has already exceeded the limit of nine. As long as his energy and spirit are at the peak, he can draw out the tenth, eleventh, or even the twelfth sword at any time.
"interesting."
Wang Xu felt the pressure. Chen Yi's tenth sword had already reached a nine-fold increase. Quantitative changes led to qualitative changes. The power of this sword was comparable to the full blow of an eighth-level perfection monk.
Such an attack can only be unleashed by a speaker-level giant. Although Chen Yi's cultivation level is still at the seventh level of perfection, his attack power has already reached the eighth level.
"Chen Yi's attack has already crossed four small realms. With this kind of attack power, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand three attacks and I'll be killed instantly. The guy surnamed Wang is in trouble."
Venerable Tuoba looked happy. You must know that fighting across realms can only be accomplished by a very small number of geniuses.
Even the disciples of the Tianyuan lineage who have been taught by Master Tianyuan can only fight across one level. The only ones who can fight across two levels are the senior brothers.
Moving up a level, people like the Eight Speakers were extremely powerful when they were at the seventh level, that is, fighting across one or two levels.
Fighting across the third level has never happened in the history of the world of cultivation, let alone fighting across the fourth level.
It can be said that the appearance of Wang Xu and Chen Yi broke the historical record of the world of cultivation.
There may be others in the future, but there is no one in the past, and he can be called a genius of the previous generation.
“Not enough, far from enough”
The battle between Wang Xu and Chen Yi has entered a fierce battle. Both of them are geniuses who can fight across the fourth level. Their movements are as if two speaker-level beings are fighting.
But facing Chen Yi's offensive, Wang Xu still seemed to be able to do it with ease.
Chen Yi only relied on himself, but Wang Xu had the stone tablet of creation with him, which allowed him to continuously deduce magical powers.
In these thousands of years, Chen Yi has not been idle, and Wang Xu certainly has not been idle either.
Wang Xu had countless magical powers with every move he made. In contrast, Chen Yi only kept those few moves over and over again. After seeing them too much, they felt stale.
"You've run out of skills, replace me."
Wang Xu shouted low and slapped his palm into the void.
Boom!!
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the whole universe was trembling.
Chen Yi looked up and saw a magic circle appearing around Wang Xu.
On the array, eight coffin-like objects were struggling to get out of the array.
"open!"
Wang Xu shouted, and the eight ancient bronze coffins exploded instantly.
As soon as I saw it, there were eight corpses lying in the coffin. They were humanoids, aliens, special beings, and unknown and indescribable existences.
"town!"
The ancient human corpse in the first coffin suddenly opened its eyes, formed seals with its hands as if it was resurrected, and suppressed Chen Yi.
"This is?"
Venerable Tuoba was stunned and exclaimed: "This is the body of Venerable Zhenhun!"
"Who is the Lord Zhenhun?" Zhang Qingxuan asked in confusion.
"The Soul-Suppressing Lord was a contemporary of the Eight Speakers. He died in the battle between the human race and the phantom race 60,000 years ago. He was the first eighth-level monk in the human race to cultivate soul power. At that time, he
He was the most powerful competitor for the Ninth Speaker, but it was a pity that he was surrounded and killed by the Phantom Clan."
Lord Tuoba was horrified and said in a deep voice: "It's over. I'm afraid each of these ancient corpses summoned by Wang Xu has special powers. Chen Yi is in danger."
"Isn't this cheating?" Liu Maoqi, who arrived last, looked at the battlefield anxiously.
"It can't be considered cheating. Wang Xu is a monk of the corpse training lineage. Although he has never summoned his own corpse training lineage, it does not mean that he has not practiced corpse training. This is just like the monks of the talisman lineage using talismans. The corpse training lineage
The monks don’t need to practice corpse training, so why can’t they use flying swords?”
Venerable Tuoba swallowed and sighed: "The man named Wang has never used corpse training before. I thought he was not proficient in this method. I didn't expect that no one could force him to practice corpse training. Now I am in big trouble."