"Little friend, don't be so nervous! If you can enter the spiritual world in the cloth, it means that your spiritual talent has reached the standard. Otherwise, even if you get the cloth, you will not be able to enter here." The white-haired old man changed the subject with a smile.
The way.
"Is your mental talent up to standard?"
Looking at the old man in front of him solemnly, Zhuo Wen felt more and more that the old man in front of him was not simple. There were huge and strange fluctuations in the former's movements. Zhuo Wen knew that the old man in front of him could annihilate himself at any time if he wanted to.
"Haha! That's right, I have set a restriction on this piece of cloth. Only those with mental talent who meet my requirements can enter the spiritual world through the cloth. And your boy is not simple, you have actually practiced the "Wanyan Scripture"
"With such a powerful secret skill, your boy's future will be limitless in the future, and he is naturally qualified to be inherited by Bubo Nei." The white-haired old man said.
"The cloth contains a mysterious skill created by me. I just checked it out and found that you actually have four kinds of earth fire on your body. It seems that the opportunity is not small! Hehe, then this mysterious skill I created is more suitable for you.
Got it!" the white-haired old man said with bright eyes.
"Oh? What kind of magic skill is suitable for me? What kind of magic skill is it?" Hearing this, Zhuo Wen said energetically.
"After you leave the spiritual world, those mysterious skills will naturally be displayed in the cloth! Since you have practiced the "Wanyan Sutra" in your body, I am just happy to pull you into the spiritual world to meet you!
"
Having said this, the white-haired old man suddenly rubbed his hands obscenely, and shyly approached Zhuo Wen and said, "Boy! What's that? Can you lend me the Wanyan Sutra?"
Seeing that the old man who originally looked like a fairy now showed a wretched expression, Zhuo Wen suddenly felt a strange sense of disobedience in his heart, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.
Zhuo Wen also got the "Wan Yan Sutra" by chance. He handed it over to the white-haired old man who met him for the first time to borrow it. Zhuo Wen was a little hesitant in his heart.
However, Zhuo Wen also knew that the old man in front of him was already extremely polite to him. After all, he could not be an ordinary person who could construct such a huge spiritual world. Such a strong man could kill him directly with just a wave of his hand.
The white-haired old man also saw the hesitant Zhuo Wen, slapped his forehead, and said: "It seems that I am a bit more direct. Boy, I will not borrow your "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" in vain, I will exchange it with you equally! Like this
Well, I see that your spiritual power has reached the third level of perfection, and you are only one step away from reaching the fourth level of arcanist."
"If you can lend me the "Wanyan Scripture" to read, hehe, I will help you improve your spiritual power to a fourth-level arcanist. How about it?" As he said that, the white-haired old man rubbed his face again.
Rubbing his hands, he shyly approached Zhuo Wendao.
Hearing this, the hesitation on Zhuo Wen's face disappeared immediately, his eyes flickered, and he nodded quickly: "If you can help me break through to reach the fourth level arcanist, what if I lend you the "Wan Yan Scripture"? But
, can you really help me break through to reach the fourth level arcanist?"
Ever since the spiritual power reached the third level of perfection, Zhuo Wen felt that the spiritual power in Niwan Palace was progressing very slowly. Although he had heard that after the arcanist reached the fourth level, earth-shaking changes would occur and he would truly
's transformation.
In the past, arcanists were considered to have extremely low combat effectiveness. If a warrior of the same level competed with an arcanist, the warrior would completely defeat the arcanist.
But once the arcanist level reaches the fourth level, earth-shaking changes will really happen, because after the arcanist reaches the fourth level, his mental power will become extremely solid and tough.
It is precisely the power of the fourth-level mental power that is so powerful, so the fourth-level arcanist can completely rely on mental power to attack and defend, and his mental power can completely resist the earth-level spiritual treasures.
Because Zhuo Wen has practiced the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing", his Niwan Palace's mental power reaches as many as ninety-nine and eighty-one levels. If Zhuo Wen's mental power really reaches the fourth level, he may not be able to rely on mental power alone.
Weaker than the Three-wheel Emperor Realm.
If Zhuo Wen's mental power breaks through and reaches the level of a fourth-level arcanist, Zhuo Wen will not be afraid of Lu Yongsheng at all.
Seeing Zhuo Wen questioning himself, the white-haired old man immediately blew his beard and glared, grunting and saying: "I'm just helping you to be promoted to the fourth level arcanist. How difficult is it? For me, this is just a piece of cake.
."
As he spoke, an extremely terrifying aura surged out of the white-haired old man's body. This aura was as vast as the ocean and as vast as the boundless starry sky. In front of this aura, Zhuo Wen was like a small boat capsized at any time in a storm.
, small and humble.
"What a powerful aura. How can this aura be so powerful?"
A look of horror finally appeared on Zhuo Wen's face. The aura on the white-haired old man in front of him was so powerful that he had no power to resist at all. In Zhuo Wen's feeling, the aura on Lu Nantian, the Marquis of Qin, was far away.
Far less than one-thousandth of the white-haired old man, this old man is too terrifying.
"Who is this old man? Why is his breath so terrifying?"
At this time, Zhuo Wen's body actually began to show signs of disintegration under this breath, and traces of bright red blood flowed from his exposed body, looking miserable and ferocious.
The white-haired old man also saw Zhuo Wen's strangeness, and quickly restrained his aura, glanced at Zhuo Wen apologetically, and said: "You know how powerful I am! Come here, I will help you with the initiation now, and help you break through the fourth level!"
As he spoke, the white-haired old man waved his right hand, and the strong force immediately pulled Zhuo Wen in front of him, stretched out a skinny arm, and gently touched Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen only felt a cool feeling between his eyebrows, and soon a stream of strong spiritual power was continuously input from the old man's hands into Zhuo Wen's Niwan Palace.
Boom!
Niwan Palace was like thunder on the ground, and the spiritual power inside it turned into a whirlpool. Like the sea that accepts all rivers, the white-haired old man's mental power was poured into Niwan Palace, and all the comers were sucked in.
As the spiritual power continued to enter, the vortex-shaped spiritual power in the Niwan Palace expanded rapidly, and finally enveloped the entire Niwan Palace. When the vortex expanded to the extreme, there was an explosion with a bang, and the whirlpool-shaped spiritual power
The power turned into a rain of light.
Countless light rains regrouped and condensed in the Niwan Palace. In the end, the capacity of the mental power formed in the Niwan Palace became much smaller than before, but Zhuo Wen could feel that this mental power was much tougher than before.
If the mental power in Niwan Palace was like a fragile thread before, then the mental power in Niwan Palace now is like a steel wire as strong as iron.
Slowly opening his eyes, a ray of light suddenly burst out from his eyes. Zhuo Wen's face was filled with excitement. At the same time, countless spiritual storms rose out of thin air around Zhuo Wen, raging continuously in the void.
Destroyed, its space was directly torn to pieces by such spiritual storms.
"Is this the power of fourth-grade spiritual power?"
Feeling the terrifying and destructive spiritual storm in the void, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of joy. The destructive power of the fourth-level spiritual power was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Boy! Since I have given you initiation and helped you achieve a breakthrough, you should also lend me the "Wanyan Sutra" to read!" The white-haired old man rubbed his hands and approached Zhuo Wen again.
"Thank you, senior. You really helped me a lot this time! It's natural to lend the "Mantra of Ten Thousand Evolutions" to your senior. If it's not that I haven't fully cultivated the "Mantra of Ten Thousand Evolutions" yet, what's the harm in giving it to my senior directly?
Zhuo Wen cupped his hands gratefully, and with a move of his right hand, he took out an iron piece from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the white-haired old man.
"Senior, what is recorded in this iron tablet is the Wanyan Sutra!"
The white-haired old man quickly took the iron piece and said with a smile: "Young man is quite straightforward. I like your character! But you can rest assured that I am just looking at it. After reading it, I will return it to you naturally and will not take advantage of your time."
The little guy is cheap.”
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. What he was most afraid of was that the terrifying old man in front of him would not return the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" after taking it away!
With this old man's terrifying strength, Zhuo Wen simply has no ability to get back the "Wan Yan Sutra" from the hands of the white-haired old man.
After saying that, the white-haired old man no longer paid attention to Zhuo Wen, but began to concentrate on reading the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" in the iron tablet. As time went by, the old man's brows sometimes relaxed, sometimes frowned, sometimes yelled, and sometimes screamed.
His behavior is similar to that of a madman.
About an hour later, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, a glint flashed in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "I see, no wonder the Wanyan Sutra can have the effect of dividing mental power. It turns out that this is the principle."
, why didn’t I expect this at the beginning? It’s so wonderful, haha!”
Looking up to the sky and laughing maniacally, the white-haired old man stepped on the sole of his foot, and the whole person disappeared on the spot. In the next moment, he was thousands of miles away and almost turned into a small black dot.
Whoosh!
The iron piece turned into a black light and landed gently on Zhuo Wen's palm. At the same time, the white-haired old man's laughing voice sounded like rolling thunder throughout the void.
"Little guy! I really want to thank you this time. I have been searching for the "Wanyan Sutra" for thousands of years, but I have never found any clues! I didn't expect that the cloth I left behind at random was actually the one that led this kid to you.
Come to me here, and you still have the "Wanyan Sutra" with you, it seems that God is really helping me!"
"Haha! Little guy, your talent is very good. Maybe we will meet again in the near future! Now I will take the first step."
The white-haired old man's wild laughter sounded in his ears, and Zhuo Wen's eyes also showed surprise. It took thousands of years just to find the "Wanyan Scripture". What kind of old monster is this? After all, it can live for thousands of years.
A young warrior must be at least in the imperial power realm!
"This old man must be at least a strong man in the Imperial Realm! It's really scary. I was lucky enough to meet the legendary strong man in the Imperial Realm, and it seems that this old man's mental power is also extremely terrifying, at least.
A sixth-grade arcanist is really an old monster!"
Looking at the figure in the distance, Zhuo Wen's eyes were filled with complicated expressions. This was the second time he had seen a powerful person in the imperial realm. The first time was in the ancient cave, the old man in sackcloth who protected Mu Chenxue.