Chapter 357 One dust, one mountain, one water and one sea
"Senior Hong, I owe you another favor!"
A critical moment, a dangerous situation.
At the moment when the eight dead thoughts dissipated, Zhao Chu used the Minglong Sword to replace the Ancient Fox Ancestor Sword, completing an almost impossible feat.
It's like catching a cliff jumper alive after his feet have left the ground, or like directly replacing a person's heart. It's almost impossible.
Even if it is the Human Emperor Yuan Langtian himself, even if he is the founder of the Infant-Zhanying Kujian.
But he still couldn't do this.
All of this comes from Hong Duanya in Zhao Chu's mind, the Martial Lord of the Dayan Realm.
At the critical moment, Hong Duanya punched a hole in the seamless technique and then filled it again, adding a little bit of possibility in this impossible state.
"You still have a long way to go."
As usual, Hong Duanya disappeared without saying a word.
Zhao Chu scratched his head.
He ignored Yuan Langtian's shocked fat face, quickly took a deep breath, and started the next fusion of dry thoughts.
Time is still pressing.
Outside the cave, there were deafening loud noises everywhere. It was the iron fist that hit Ji Dongyuan's body, and it was the ferocity that Zhao Chu hated to the bone.
10 minutes seems to fly by in the blink of an eye.
But for Ji Dongyuan in the storm, every second is a matter of life and death, how can he not worry.
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The other side of the dry wall.
Yuan Langtian held his head and thought hard about how he could replace the dead weapon on the way.
This is simply impossible!
When he created the Infant Killing Withered Sword Technique, he even thought about this problem, but later found that it was impossible.
But Zhao Chu did it.
Absolutely true.
What kind of genius is a mere Foundation Establishment Realm person?
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Outside the sixth cave!
"Haha, it's my turn this time... There are so many great monsters in the middle stage of foundation building, and hundreds of punches can't break a turtle shell. I don't believe it!"
Outside the cave, all the ferocious monsters are eager to try.
One by one, the fierce monsters with strong strength took turns to bombard the turtle shell.
Seeing that the green light on the turtle shell was getting darker and darker, more than 70 vicious monsters also took turns to bombard it.
bombardment!
It is still going on, the punches are like strong wind and rain, non-stop, every punch is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.
The green tortoise shell is like a stubborn rock in the rainstorm. The more stubborn he is, the angrier these vicious monsters become.
Five minutes later!
Ji Dongyuan inside the turtle shell had more than half of his meridians broken and was seriously injured.
His remaining spiritual power was all supporting the turtle shell. If it weren't for the Wood Spirit Five Elements Body, he would have been killed five minutes ago.
You know, there are nearly a hundred big demons in the middle stage of foundation building. Even the strong Jindan can't bear such a sleepless bombardment.
Tragic!
In the eyes of the ferocious monsters outside the cave, Ji Dongyuan is just an extremely strong magical weapon of the Black Fox Clan.
For Zhao Chu, Ji Dongyuan is his brother.
When he is helpless, there is always someone pulling him to drink.
Zhao Chu used his spiritual power to sense Ji Dongyuan's state, and his eyes were about to split.
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Buzz!
Finally, the fusion of the ninth dry mind ended.
At this moment, the blade of the Minglong Sword is densely covered with exquisite lines. If you look at it carefully, it looks like a treasure that the craftsmen have worked hard on. Just its luster is like the brightest star in the night sky, which is impossible to ignore.
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Zhao Chu had no time to admire the sword.
There is also the last drawer.
Under the guidance of Yuan Langtian, Zhao Chu finally opened the last drawer.
dust!
This is a grain of earth-gray dust, as if it had been abandoned for a thousand years. When it falls to the ground, it is instantly indistinguishable from ordinary dust.
But when Zhao Chu took a closer look, he discovered something different.
The dust seemed small, but he couldn't ignore it.
In the blink of an eye, the dust was still the same dust, but before his eyes, a piece of stripped earth appeared, which was as tall as a person.
A trance.
The piece of land that was as tall as a person was once again reduced to a grain of dust, humble and humble.
"That grain of dust weighs a hundred pounds!"
Yuan Langtian said in a deep voice.
"A grain of dust weighs a hundred pounds?"
Zhao Chu was speechless.
Needless to say, on the earth in the previous life, even 100 kilograms of iron could not be compressed to the size of a fist.
And here, even though there are all kinds of mysterious geniuses and treasures, he is proficient in the art of forging.
Wanting to forge a piece of raw material weighing one hundred kilograms into the size of a fist is already the limit of limits, and even in an ideal state, he has not been able to achieve it.
After all, there is density inside an object.
This is a technical problem that is impossible to break through.
And a grain of dust contains a weight of one hundred kilograms, which is simply unbelievable.
Imagine this.
What would it be like for a person to be compressed into dust barely visible to the naked eye, ten times smaller than a sesame seed?
Although he was shocked, Zhao Chu quickly refined the one hundred kilograms of dust under the guidance of Yuan Langtian.
According to Yuan Langtian’s story, in the past, whether it was the Taishang Daoji Chapter, the Wuqing Dao Kongdian, or the magic sword forged by the powerful Nascent Soul, and the Nine Paths of Death...
Everything is laid for this speck of dust.
Zhao Chu was calm and collected.
The Minglong Sword is one meter three long and only weighs nine kilograms.
An insignificant grain of dust weighs ten times more than the Minglong Sword, which is simply shocking.
Buzz buzz!
As soon as the heavy dust fell on the Minglong Sword, the sword felt a little uncomfortable.
Although one hundred kilograms would not be enough to break the Minglong Sword, such a heavy object would still make its blade bend.
"Execute the Withered Sword Formula!"
Yuan Langtian Dao.
Zhao Chu did not dare to delay and quickly started to use the magic formula.
In an instant, the Minglong Sword glowed with purple light, and the lines where the dead thoughts gathered were like mountains and rivers, suddenly ignited by a layer of purple flames.
This moment.
The gravity in Zhao Chu's hand suddenly disappeared, and the Minglong Sword, which was bent by 100 kilograms of dust, instantly straightened up, as if someone had taken away the dust.
But the dust is clearly still on the sword.
Zhao Chu took a closer look and found that on the edge of the Minglong Sword, there was a mottled rust stain the size of a grain of dust, like a tiny gap, which seemed to have been corroded by the years for ten thousand years, and then dissipated in the wind.
100 kilograms of dust was completely integrated into the Minglong Sword.
"This withered weapon can withstand ten thousand grains of dust. When you gather 5,000 grains of dust, you will be qualified to completely kill Nascent Soul."
The dust has not completely merged yet.
Yuan Langtian had finished his instruction. He watched the dust melt into the sword body bit by bit. His pious eyes were like watching a baby being born, waiting for him to travel far away.
"Ten thousand pills?"
Even if he was as calm as Zhao Chu, he couldn't bear to lose his voice.
What is the concept of ten thousand grains of dust?
One pill weighs 100 pounds.
1,000 pills equals 100,000 pounds!
10,000 pills, that’s a terrifying 1 million pounds!
This is a desperate number.
In Zhao Chu's impression, when he was at the peak of his Qi Refining Realm, he once punched out 2,000 kilograms.
But now he is infinitely close to the late stage of foundation building. If he punches out with one punch, he will only weigh about 8,000 kilograms. When he reaches the peak of foundation building, his limit will only be 9,999 kilograms.
This is in contrast to the original burning of Tianyun Crystal Dust, which was also an achievement of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He is infinitely close to 10,000 kilograms, but Ji Dongyuan, who is second, only has the strength of 5,000 kilograms.
The foundation can only be built by 10,000 yuan.
Even a strong person with a golden elixir who can punch 20,000 kilograms with one punch is already an outstanding strong person.
One-tenth of the withered sword, just 1,000 grains, is 100,000 catties!
Thinking about it makes Zhao Chu despair.
If the cultivation reaches Dzogchen, the weight of one million kilograms would be a mountain peak.
Zhao Chu swallowed hard.
Although in this world, it is very pale to use physical knowledge to explain some things.
But Zhao Chu also understood a truth: the smaller the size and the heavier the weight, the lethality is geometrically multiplied.
One million kilograms is actually very ordinary. If you look for any mountain, it will already exceed this weight.
But if you use a mountain to kill you, you won't even be afraid of the powerful Jin Dan.
The mountain is too large and can be easily destroyed.
But the weight of an entire mountain peak, concentrated on a sword, was so terrifying that it was beyond words.
Zhao Chu couldn't even imagine it.
What would happen if a sword weighing one million kilograms struck me?
In fact, there is no need to cut it at all.
Just by simply putting it on his body, even if it is a masterpiece of the Wuqing Dao Kongdian, it should be crushed through instantly. His body is like tofu, being crushed through without any hindrance.
"Are you shocked? This is the power of jumping out of the sea."
"Those sharks dominate the sea and kill gods when they see them, but they don't understand the power on land at all. Just like the Yuanying in the northern realm, they are always obsessed with the pursuit of power, which is just quantity."
"After natural selection, the world you see will be different. If you practice the withered sword ahead of time, even if the gravity is 1 million kilograms, it is still only nine kilograms on top of this withered weapon."
"You are holding a weapon that is beyond the level of Nascent Soul and killing them is an understatement."
At this moment, Yuan Langtian towered as tall as a giant peak.
Zhao Chu looked at the fat man's back and felt for the first time that this human emperor was not simple either.
"You don't need to delve into the origin of the Withered Sword Technique. If you want to understand its secrets, you at least need the strength of the Nascent Soul. You only need to understand that a speck of dust is a Tianyuan treasure. That's enough."
Yuan Langtian gave Zhao Chu a look that said he had a long way to go.
10,000 dusts is an understatement to say, but when it comes to actual cultivation, it is not that simple.
You know, in the northern realm, a piece of Tianyuan treasure is enough to make Emperor Yuanying start a war.
Even with Zhao Chu's opportunity, he has only accumulated six yuan now.
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"Master, how much dust is contained in that withered grass of yours!"
It would take some time for Zhao Chu to merge with the dust. He looked at Yuan Langtian and suddenly remembered the withered grass from back then.
Looking back, it seems that the more serious it is assimilated by dust, the more terrifying this dead weapon becomes.
"9999 pills, one pill short of the 10,000-year-old consummation!"
"It's a pity, even if you are ten thousand grains of perfection, so what, there are more terrifying existences above natural selection. Facing them, this one million kilograms of bombardment is just a real grain of dust!"
Yuan Langtian smiled bitterly.
"The dust you finally fused is the source that supports the dead wall. In three minutes, the dead wall will collapse, and I will lose the opportunity to talk to you."
"Withered Sword Jue is a token. There should be some forces in the northern realm that can help you."
"This dead wall is itself ten Tianyuan treasures. It is a little note left by my master to you."
"If possible, we must unify all the Nascent Souls in the northern realm to face the Nascent Soul catastrophe in eight years. This is the last chance. Remember, remember!"
Yuan Langtian's picture flickered, and Zhao Chu nodded solemnly.
He did not interrupt Yuan Langtian, but recorded the latter's words in his mind word for word.
"By the way, remember to go to the ninth cave. If my calculations are correct, in three days, the secret realm I left in the northern realm should also be opened... Holding the withered sword in your hand, you will find the real treasure in the secret realm!
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Yuan Langtian's picture has become blurry.
"Treasure? Isn't it an elemental weapon?"
Zhao Chu frowned.
"Yuanqi?"
The last scene Yuan Langtian left for Zhao Chu was a disdainful sneer.
That understatement was a sign that he didn't take Yuan Qi seriously.
What exactly is it?
The dust from the dead vessel will take another three minutes to fuse.
Although Zhao Chu's body could not move, the last of the 110 drawers was finally opened.
"The Divine Base Pill transcends the existence of the Immortal Base Pill and is the key to my breakthrough to the Golden Pill!"
Zhao Chu solemnly placed this fist-sized elixir in the Qiankun Ring.
Yuan Langtian had long said that the last drawer contained the Divine Pill that he had never taken.
"This first dust is the general outline, and the fusion is slow. After that, the Minglong Sword can automatically refine the Tianyuan treasure. I don't have to worry, I only need to hunt for the treasure!"
The dry wall collapsed.
Ten Tianyuan treasures flew over, but before Zhao Chu's palm could touch them, the treasure suddenly shrank, and was finally directly absorbed by the Minglong Sword.
Zhao Chu frowned!
Ten grains of dust, like ugly spots, are scattered all over the body of the Minglong Sword.
Zhao Chu took out all the remaining six.
Sure enough, it was directly refined by Minglong Sword again.
"In this way, the current weight of Minglong Sword is... 1,700 kilograms!"
Zhao Chu was speechless.
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"There was a loud noise inside, as if something collapsed. The secret treasure must have been born. Let's smash the turtle shell to pieces quickly!"
"Hey...this turtle is not a magic weapon, but a person..."
"I seem to have seen this person somewhere...Mu Nu, the Mu Nu of the Black Fox Clan!"
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Due to the collapse of the dead wall, all the strange phenomena in the cave disappeared.
Although Zhao Chu could not move, he was blocked behind the collapsed ruins and was not discovered by the demons for a while.
It fell with a strange cry.
Ji Dongyuan's turtle shell was completely shattered. At this moment, he was held high in the air by a vicious demon and was already dying.
"It's a ruin with no treasure at all."
When the dust settled, a big monster screamed and trembled with anger.
"I know, this must be a trap left by the Black Fox Clan. He left the wooden slave here to attract other people's attention... The real secret treasure must be somewhere else, let's search for it quickly!"
"I think it's too late, so I'd better torture this wooden slave first!"
A series of messy discussions occurred one after another. Ji Dongyuan was like a prisoner about to be executed. At this moment, he was dropped high into the air. As his body swayed, drops of blood fell to the ground.
This is the care of an older brother.
"Zhao Chu, you must succeed!"
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