Chapter two thousand one hundred and eighteen cold
Time gradually passed, Zhuo Wen sat motionless in the formation, his powerful spiritual consciousness spread out like a rain curtain, looking for many flaws in the formation.
This formation was much more powerful than the average eighth-level formation, and it was airtight. No matter how Zhuo Wen used his spiritual consciousness to scan back and forth, he could not find any flaws in the formation.
But Zhuo Wen was not in a hurry, but scanned the formation over and over again, using his powerful spiritual consciousness to observe the texture and movement of the entire formation, silently confirming his own level, and constantly learning and comprehending.
Zhuo Wen could clearly feel that he was not far away from the seventh-level formation master.
Especially after comprehending all the eighth-level formations in the canyon, his understanding rose to an incredible height. He could feel that he was only a thin film away from the seventh-level formation master.
As long as Zhuo Wen breaks through this membrane, he will be able to be promoted to the seventh level of Formation Master.
One month, two months... until eight months, Zhuo Wen almost sat cross-legged in the formation, breathing in and out, and his consciousness was scanning everything in the formation all the time.
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen slowly opened his eyes, and an unbearable brilliance burst out in his eyes.
Boom!
Zhuo Wen stood up with a whoosh, and from the depths of his eyebrows, a terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.
This momentum is continuous and continuous, like a tsunami, rolling in.
And this momentum is not the essence, but the powerful fluctuation of pure divine consciousness.
There is no doubt that Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness has reached an unprecedented level of power at this moment.
"I have finally reached the level of a seventh-level formation master!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes burst out with divine light, and the corners of his mouth curved with joy.
Although the seventh-level formation master is not great, Zhuo Wen is different. His soul is very powerful.
Although he is only a seventh-level formation master, but combined with his powerful and terrifying divine consciousness, he is far more powerful than the average seventh-level formation master, and is infinitely close to an eighth-level formation master.
"In this attempt, can we find the flaw in this formation?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed, and his consciousness, as terrifying as a hurricane, flashed out in an instant and filled up around the formation.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen was constantly calculating and comparing the differences in the formations in his mind, looking for the differences.
He deduced it for three days and three nights, and finally on the third day, he slowly opened his eyes.
I saw his feet taking mysterious steps, slowly walking forward, and finally stopped at the end of the formation.
Zhuo Wen's right hand formed a sword finger and rested on the edge of the formation. Then the moment it came into contact with the formation, Zhuo Wen's sword finger changed rapidly.
Boom!
A dull, thunderous sound sounded continuously, and then the entire formation began to tremble violently.
The originally empty formation has actually become substantial, with terrifying cracks appearing on its surface, as if it will be shattered at any time.
The tremors of the formation became more and more violent, so much so that the entire canyon shook violently. Countless cracks appeared in the canyons on both sides, and countless gravel fell.
Outside the formation, Emperor Ling's eyes were solemn. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and murmured in a low voice: "It has been more than eight months, and finally there is movement. I just don't know if the master can break this formation?"
In front of the canyon exit, a short old man appeared slowly.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the young figure in the formation who was constantly deducing how to break the formation. He nodded slightly and said: "What an extraordinary boy. His soul is so powerful and his understanding is also very high!"
This person is none other than the ruthless old man who owns this canyon.
I saw the ruthless old man's withered right hand in the depths, suddenly grasping the void, and the powerful formation that originally enveloped Zhuo Wen was instantly restrained.
Zhuo Wen, who was originally breaking the formation, showed doubts in his eyes and slowly stepped out. Then he saw the ruthless old man standing on the huge rock in front of him.
"Master, are you broken?"
Emperor Ling rushed behind Zhuo Wen and asked in surprise.
This formation was very powerful, and Emperor Ling could feel it completely. Although he knew that Zhuo Wen was not simple, he did not expect that Zhuo Wen would break through it so quickly.
"There is still some distance before we can break the formation. It was Senior Qingwu who broke the formation." Zhuo Wen shook his head.
The ruthless old man put his hands behind his back and said with a grin: "Young man, you are quite humble. If you are allowed to stay any longer, this formation will be broken."
Zhuo Wen smiled lightly and said: "The result now is that this formation was not broken by the juniors, but was saved by the seniors, isn't it?"
The ruthless old man laughed and said: "Not bad, not bad, you are good at talking, come in!"
As he spoke, the ruthless old man bent his waist and walked slowly towards the depths of the canyon.
Zhuo Wen and Di Ling looked at each other and followed closely behind.
Behind the huge rock where the ruthless old man stood was a winding path, twisting and turning like a snake.
On both sides of the path, there are green and colorful bamboos, which look very tall and colorful.
After walking for about half an hour, Zhuo Wen discovered that at the end of the path was an extremely quiet valley.
There is a huge waterfall on the edge of the valley and a large small pool. Other than that, it is an exquisite small bamboo house.
In front of the small bamboo house, there is a stone table and three stone benches.
The ruthless old man was minding his own business and sat on the stone bench. He gestured to Zhuo Wen and Di Ling to sit down on the remaining two stone benches.
After Zhuo Wen and Di Ling sat down, the ruthless old man slowly poured a cup of tea, took a sip and said, "If you want to drink tea, you can do it yourself. I'm not in the habit of serving others."
Zhuo Wen smiled slightly, but he was not at all annoyed by the ruthless old man's arrogant attitude.
"It's not easy for you, kid. You were beaten like that by me last time, but you are still conscious and secretly remember the location of my cave."
Taking another sip of tea, the ruthless old man glanced sideways at Di Ling and said calmly.
Di Ling nodded and bowed, and said with a smile: "Because I admire my senior so much, I will remember my cave abode until my death!"
"Oh! Then you can show me now." The ruthless old man said indifferently.
The corners of Di Ling's mouth stiffened and he smiled, but did not say anything.
Although Emperor Ling has now advanced to the eighth level of Xu Tian, if a fight really breaks out, the ruthless old man will really find it difficult to kill him.
However, Emperor Ling was really beaten too hard by the ruthless old man, and he was afraid of being beaten, and a shadow appeared in his heart.
So now that he saw the ruthless old man, Emperor Ling felt that he was inferior to him, and he really didn't dare to make any mistakes in his tone.
"Senior, we are actually here to make a deal with you, senior."
At this moment, Zhuo Wen spoke, and the ruthless old man's eyes finally fell on Zhuo Wen.
The aura on Zhuo Wen's body is not strong, it's just that the sky is around.
In the eyes of the ruthless old man, such cultivation is no different than that of an ant.
But the ruthless old man did not look down upon this person at all. Not to mention that the emperor spirit recognized this person as his master, and this person almost broke the formation that he was proud of, he knew that this person was not simple.
"Business? What kind of trade?"
The ruthless old man's tone was perfunctory and he seemed absent-minded.
He has lived in seclusion here for countless years, and has long lost the high-spirited ambitions he once had.
If anything, it is that he has an indescribable fanatical pursuit of the supreme realm of Xutian Jiudeng.
It's just that you can't advance to Xutian Jiudeng just by saying you want to advance. You must have talent, opportunity and luck, all three are indispensable.
The ruthless old man has already reached the pinnacle of Xu Tian's eighth ascension. To put it nicely, he is actually only half a step away from Xu Tian's ninth ascension.
But the ruthless old man knew that this half step was like the end of the world, extremely far away.
As for other things, the ruthless old man is really hard to tempt.
"The blood of heaven!" Zhuo Wen said slowly.
The heartless old man's eyes slowly widened and became extremely round. He stared at Zhuo Wen and said as if he was dreaming: "What did you say? Say it again."
The corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth curled up slightly, and he immediately stood up and glanced at Di Ling. The latter nodded, and then the two of them walked towards the outside of the valley, as if they were about to leave.
The ruthless old man's breathing was rapid, and he quickly chased after Zhuo Wen, stopped him in front of Zhuo Wen, and said in a deep voice: "Is the blood of heaven you mentioned formed by the rules of heaven?"
"Senior, what do you think?" Zhuo Wen asked meaningfully.
The ruthless old man nodded, made a word "please" with his right hand, and said: "Little brother, I was a little negligent just now, please sit down!"
Zhuo Wen nodded slightly and immediately sat on the stone board in a swaggering manner.
The ruthless old man couldn't wait to ask: "Are you going to trade the blood of heaven to me? If you really have it, I will never let you suffer a loss."
Zhuo Wen still shook his head, but the ruthless old man's face turned gloomy and said, "Do you want to regret it?"
Zhuo Wen smiled lightly and said: "I do have the blood of heaven in my body, but I don't intend to trade it to you, but I can give you ten days to comprehend it."
The ruthless old man frowned slightly and whispered: "Only ten days of enlightenment? What are your conditions?"
"How about you please come out and kill someone for me?" Zhuo Wen said.
The ruthless old man's eyes flickered, but he shook his head and said: "Ten days of enlightenment are too little!"
Zhuo Wen showed a sly smile and said, "How about this? How many days do you have to comprehend, how about you protect me for how many days?"
"You want me to be your thug?"
The ruthless old man narrowed his eyes and showed a hint of coldness. He was not stupid. He could see Zhuo Wen's obvious intention at a glance.