Deep in the white clouds, a green and beautiful peak protrudes, and the aura turns into mist, lingering faintly. In the lush mountain forest, there are divine birds flying among the clouds, and then falling into the mountains.
At the top of the mountain is a simple hall. Time is like the sand of the Ganges River, bringing it invisible wear and a touch of weathering, which are the footprints of time.
The five unique features turned into five-colored light, lightning and flint, and landed in front of the door of the astonishingly majestic hall. It was transformed into a tiny figure and pushed the door open.
His eyes were cloudy, like an old man's dying wood.
On both sides of the main hall, stood several young people, both male and female, with strong auras.
"Wu Jue, you're late."
Wu Jue cast his gaze over and saw that the person who spoke looked like he was in his early 20s. He was leaning against a stone pillar with his arms folded. He was tall and thin and wearing a short shirt. He had upturned eyes and faced him without giving in.
See.
Wu Jue recognized him as Bai Zixiao, a core disciple of the Wusheng Sword Sect, the third sect in the world of cultivation. According to legend, he had eaten the Speedy Tao Fruit.
Although the Wusheng Sword Sect is classified as the righteous path, Bai Zixiao behaves erratically. After the close-up sword technique is deployed, he is so powerful that he kills many talented young people who are also the righteous path. There was a sect that asked the Wusheng Sword Sect for an explanation.
, in the end the matter came to nothing.
"How many Taoist fruits have you obtained? Five Jue?"
The speaker has a rough voice, is over two meters tall, has a burly build, is wearing a white outer cloak and a tiger-print inner shirt, and has wild facial features.
Wu Jue's turbid eyes flashed slightly.
Lei Xinggang, the core disciple of the Holy Beast Sect, the fifth ranked sect in the cultivation world, has eaten the Tao Fruit of the Overlord System, and his physical body is already the strongest among the young men in the cultivation world. He can compete with divine weapons with his bare hands.
"Haha." Wu Jue chuckled and turned his eyes again, scanning the young geniuses here with unruly expressions.
Red Lotus Holy Fire Sect, Shuiyun Yao.
Li Xing Sect, Yue He Xuan.
Tianshumen, Jiang Tianjing...all of them have wonderful talents, strong backgrounds and the capital to be proud and dominant in the world.
After taking the Tao Fruit, he gained the ability to compete with the older generation of cultivators.
"It's just that these young people, who are famous among the younger generation in the cultivation world, have forgotten the principle of respecting their predecessors?"
His eyes flashed, and his cloudy gaze suddenly swirled with five colors, sweeping over the geniuses present.
Time seems to stand still for an instant, and then if a drop of water falls on the world in everyone's eyes, ripples will appear, just like a sharp sword wind blowing by.
In the eyes of everyone, a lotus flower of sword energy suddenly bloomed under Wu Jue. He straightened up his slightly hunched back. Five sword energy of green, red, white, yellow and black suddenly burst out. Five hands actually appeared behind him.
, those five fairy swords were held in each hand at some point.
The monstrous pressure seemed to smash them into pieces in the sword energy.
No one can leave!
The one closest to Wu Jue was Bai Zixiao. His expression turned into a ghostly ghostly image and he immediately moved away from Wu Jue. He held the Wu Sheng sword in his hand and looked at the slightly rickety figure in shock.
Just now, he saw the tragic situation of his limbs being separated from his body.
Lei Xinggang disappeared from the spot, and at some point he was looking down at the dome of the main hall vigilantly like a cat.
Shuiyun ballads flew into the sky, and her red hair danced.
Everyone has disappeared from their original positions, looking at Wu Jue warily.
Still wearing long and linen clothes, he walked forward with an unspectacular appearance.
It was as if everything just now was an illusion and nothing happened.
Never again looking at the genius present here, Wu Jue lowered his eyelids. Every step he took here, his thoughts were unavoidable.
There is no wall at the end of the hall, only a twisted space, where light shines through and is refracted irregularly, creating strange and strange lights.
Wu Jue stepped forward and stood still. With a wave of his hand, four Dao Fruits floated in the air, blended into the space, and finally turned into dots of golden light.
These Dao fruits are all golden in color, with dense light and text flowing inside the fruit, as if they contain countless words. Outside the body are spiritual patterns wrapped around the body. At first glance, they look similar, but if you look closely, the shapes of the spiritual patterns are different.
There are differences, and the number is even different. Three of the four Dao Fruits have nine spiritual patterns.
The spiritual pattern of the Dao Fruit represents the power of morality contained in it. A Dao Fruit with six spiritual patterns can change the life of a cultivator, and a Dao Fruit with nine spiritual patterns is enough to create a powerful master.
However, when the number of Dao Fruits was clearly seen, someone hoarse.
"There is still one missing..." The panic spread between these words.
In the silence, a bit of golden light shines through the twisted space, which is sacred and out of the dust, as if it has pierced through the barriers of mundane karma and reached straight to the sky.
Then a figure with golden light appeared, lighting up the main hall.
But it reflected the suddenly pale faces of a group of arrogant geniuses.
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When the sky is about to fall, the first people affected are tall people, such as Li Tiannan and Wu Jue.
Wang Chen thinks so, and there is no sense of crisis at all.
He has only two purposes: to live, and then to shatter the void.
On the 387th day of traveling north, winter turns to spring and the summer solstice approaches.
With a piece of rag as his pillow, Wang Chen soaked in the hot spring, raising his head and staring at the cave ceiling covered with stalactites.
Even the summer solstice is not hot. This deep place that can give birth to corpses has been so cold for thousands of years. It seems that there are only two subtle differences between abnormal cold and very cold.
In half a year, Wang Chen absorbed the spiritual power from the spiritual stones, cultivated the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and opened up the Divine Sea.
This is comparable to the cultivation speed of a top genius in the world of cultivation, who can only be nourished by the treasures of genius and the true power of high-level cultivators from the mother's womb.
From then on, he was able to communicate with Xiaoyao using his spiritual consciousness.
You can clearly see the meridians and qi sea in your body.
He understood even more that the seed he had swallowed at the beginning had turned into a slender sapling in the sea of qi, with its branches extending like blood vessels in the sea of qi. Hanging on the trunk was a crystal-clear white tree like a spiritual stone.
Whenever the fruit circulates its true power, which is commonly known as the cultivation world, the fruit will spread its true power to its limbs and bones.
The scene is very strange, and cultivation is indeed wonderful.
In addition, he practiced all the various jade slips involving Buddhism, Taoism, demons, etc. in his hands, and also supplemented the basic knowledge of cultivation.
At first, Xiao Yao covered her mouth and smiled, bending her eyes, waiting to see Wang Chen's joke about practicing different martial arts at the same time in vain.
You need to know the secrets between different sects. Although after practicing Qi refining, there is a general term for the different breaths in the practitioner's body called true power, the true power of different sects operates in completely different ways.
Take Taoism and Buddhism as an example. Taoism emphasizes on attracting spiritual power into the body to sense the creation of heaven and earth, while Buddhism emphasizes on uniting the elements and closing acupuncture points all over the body to understand oneself. These are two contradictory ways of practice. Once they practice together,
It’s the result of not making any progress together.
However, what made Xiaoyao almost crazy was that Wang Chen did not expect that Wang Chen would not hesitate to cultivate these magic formulas that required the first and second levels of Qi Condensation. Later, he actually completed several skills.
The secret to the third level of Qi Condensation.
Let her be stunned.
Of course, he didn't know that Wang Chen could directly absorb the spiritual power from the spiritual stone.
It is recognized in the world of cultivation that spiritual stones cannot be used directly for cultivation. Although they contain spiritual power, there are also other energies in them. They are very complex and difficult for practitioners to absorb directly. It is just like when a mortal eats, half of a mouthful of rice is sand.
Even iron filings cannot be eaten directly, otherwise wouldn't cultivation mean that whoever has more spiritual stones will be stronger? Therefore, Wang Chen was very surprised that he could swallow the spiritual power of spiritual stones like eating and drinking water, and he was even more frightened.
He vaguely felt that his path of swallowing spiritual stones was different from the cultivation methods in the world of cultivation, because cultivation should not be so easy, and easy things often bring about a series of side effects, such as an unstable foundation and encountering bottlenecks.
Can't make any progress.
But since he had no choice, he simply stopped thinking about it and just practiced like hell. He read and re-read the basic books on cultivation. He practiced the basic exercises again and again, and verified each other to prevent possible side effects. It was an almost crazy practice method.
Xiaoyao was shocked.
In the end, the spirit stones were exhausted, and he chose to leave today as early as a month ago.
Feeling a little sad for no reason.
"Wang Chen, come and see!"
Outside the cave, Xiaoyao suddenly shouted, interrupting Wang Chen's thoughts, with panic in his voice.
Wang Chen opened his eyes and walked out of the hot spring, put on his clothes, put away all the storage rings, leaving only one on his hand, and walked out of the cave.
The cold wind blows in the face and the temperature outside the cave drops sharply, which makes people feel energetic.
The little medicine suddenly floated over.
"Look at Shi Zhixuan..." Her voice was filled with tears.
Shi Zhixuan, one of the remaining corpse puppets under the cliff. Wang Chen's most competent training corpse puppet during his training in the canyon, so the name was naturally given to him.
Not far away, the corpse puppet named Shi Zhixuan by Wang Chen fell to the ground. He finally got up, but fell down again with a thud.
It kept repeating and struggling like this, its eyes dimmed with green light.
"Its corpse energy is about to dissipate..." Wang Chen sighed. He had seen such a scene many times.
There are more than one corpse puppets that did not die in the last fratricide. For example, the corpse puppets named Jinlun Dharma King and Xiongba also looked like this before they were enthroned.
Xiaoyao's eyes turned red, tears welling up in his eyes.
After living a boring life for the past six months, she became bored and would float out to talk to the zombies. Watching them move around blankly, she could not help but feel some emotions.
"If he hadn't been training with me, he would have been here for decades." Wang Chen murmured.
After staring at the corpse puppet for a long time, his heart moved. He reached out and took out the corpse pill with three spiritual lines and walked towards the corpse puppet.
"Shi Zhixuan has been my sparring partner for so long, and his cultivation level is the highest among these corpse puppets. I will give him a gift." Wang Chen weighed the Corpse Pill and pushed it into Shi Zhixuan's body.
In the mouth.
Xiaoyao looked at Wang Chen blankly and wanted to shout: "That Corpse Pill is really valuable!" But he couldn't say it out loud.
Corpse Pill Entrance.
Shi Zhixuan's eyes suddenly erupted with green light, and he stood up like a corpse. His dry mouth opened a few times, as if he wanted to make some sound.
But his vocal cords were withered, and he couldn't even utter the simplest scream. His fighting instinct made him rush forward with his fists, but Wang Chen had already drifted far away.
He stood there blankly, and Wang Chen waved his hand and said: "Shi Zhixuan, if you can cultivate spiritual wisdom in the future, don't forget Pang Ban and his brothers. Goodbye, I hope you won't be discovered by other cultivators.
Killed."
As soon as he finished speaking, a line of text appeared in front of Wang Chen's eyes.
"Low-level corpse puppets. Low-level cultivators died in extremely yin places. They were born into corpse puppets because their true power was not transformed. When their true power was exhausted, their spiritual consciousness was extinguished. Now, by chance, they are reborn as simple minds, which can be cultivated and evolved.
If it is conquered, it can become an assistant's combat power. Opportunity strength: small."
"Can you still create your own opportunities?" Wang Chen just started thinking under the gaze of a pair of dry eyes of the zombie, vaguely feeling that he had caught something.
He and Shi Zhixuan have been sparring for the longest time, but there has never been any hint that evolution can be conquered.
After thinking for a moment, he roughly came to a conclusion.
Opportunities between heaven and earth are like isolated islands in the ocean. If you choose the wrong direction, you will miss it when the ship sails by. But if you choose the right path, you will get opportunities, and even behind them, there will be opportunities.
There may be greater gains.
For example, if Shi Zhixuan in front of him takes away Haosheng and trains him, he might turn into a flying yaksha and become a great help.
Of course, he didn't want to parade around the market with a corpse puppet.
In addition to having no experience in raising corpses, it is hard to say whether such arrogant behavior will anger righteous cultivators to kill demons.
"No wonder I always feel like I can see opportunities, but opportunities seem to be hiding from me. It seems that I need to take the initiative to do something more when things happen."
After thinking about this, Wang Chen used his hands and feet to climb up the cliff. He was very agile and climbed effortlessly with the support of his true strength.
Behind him, a corpse wearing tattered monk robes raised his head and stared at him with empty eyes as he climbed all the way up and disappeared into the mist on the cliff.
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Climbing a mountain is a boring thing, but if you stare at the sky above and move towards new life, it is a different matter.
Wang Chen felt in a good mood. Every time he climbed, he seemed to be one step closer to the Shattered Void.
I don't know how long I have been climbing at this time, and I can no longer feel the cold canyon airflow. What is left is only the fresher air and the slightly moist rocks. Looking up, the line of blue sky between the double walls is so attractive.
He grabbed a protruding rock, clasped his hands with strength, and climbed up, but was stunned.
I saw that this rock was somewhat wide, shaped like a person's inverted nose, and was almost as big as a big bed, and at this moment, there was actually a person lying on this big bed.
A dead man.
He was lying on the rock with his eyes open, looking faintly at the blue sky, as if there was his most beloved woman in the sky.
If the bones all over his body had not been broken, the whole person would be in a weird and twisted posture, and it would definitely not be a posture that a living person could make. Wang Chen would even think that this senior was lying in a quiet place with no one.
where the dog looked at the white clouds in the sky.