Both Dao Jian and Snake Kiss were sacrificed out of the Sea of Consciousness. Zhang Cong slowly walked towards the gravel desert. Now there is still a large part of Fallen God Valley that he has not explored. This desert beach only reached the stone bridge, but this sand
There is no way to go further than the sea.
One night, the Gobi was once again covered with smog miasma. Snake kisses shone with golden light in excitement, sucking in the poisonous miasma. Zhang Cong strolled leisurely, walked forward slowly, passed the Wisteria Cliff, and appeared in front of him again.
That magnificent stone bridge.
At this moment, Zhang Cong's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he stepped onto the stone steps without a trace of hesitation. However, what he didn't expect was that he did not fall into a foreign land like the last time, but his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud.
If you weigh a thousand pounds, you have to use all your strength to take a single step.
Zhang Cong stood with both feet on the first step, looking up at the thirty-five steps above. Suddenly he realized a truth in his heart. The burden he had carried from the beginning, and he was reluctant to let it go, would only accumulate more and more weight, and finally he would be overwhelmed.
If you are overwhelmed by negative pressure and it is difficult to take a step forward, how can you talk about getting to the next level?
But Xiao Hua is my original intention. If I have to give up everything to achieve enlightenment, what is the use of attaining enlightenment? I would rather play in the world of mortals with my beloved, not expecting to live forever, but just want to hold hands and grow old together. If people can even abandon themselves, this is
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to.
Zhang Cong shook his head and smiled. He actually lifted his foot off the Wenwen Stone Bridge. He turned around and walked back. He heard a roar behind him. Zhang Cong laughed. When he looked back, he saw that the Wenwen Stone Bridge had collapsed and the roaring river had turned into a
A sea of sand.
Zhang Cong smiled calmly and said: "I decide my own way. If there is no way from heaven, I will carve out my own way."
The sand sea is vast and boundless. Zhang Cong doesn't understand how big the Falling God Valley is. This is obviously not an illusion. Could it be that he has turned into a speck of dust in the Falling God Valley? It's not that the valley has become bigger, but that he has become smaller.
The gravel blown by the breeze kept changing shape in front of Zhang Cong's eyes. Sometimes it looked like a giant beast, sometimes like a hill, and sometimes it dissipated into a field of yellow sand. The unpredictable sand sea soon left Zhang Cong without direction.
Feeling, looking around, it is already the same scenery.
The clouds in the sky were changing. The originally snow-white clouds seemed to be stained with a thick stroke of ink. As the ink stains spread away, the sky suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, and it became dark in an instant.
A violent thunder was muffled deep in the dark clouds, roaring faintly, and purple electric light bloomed from the gaps in the clouds.
Zhang Cong suddenly took off all the clothes on his body, wearing only a pair of shorts. The Dao Sword appeared on his right hand. With his long hair flying, he faced the Haotian Thunder Tribulation. Not only was there no fear on his face, but there was even a trace of expectation.
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Without any warning, a thick thunderbolt struck directly on Zhang Cong's head. Zhang Cong shouted loudly, leaped into the sky, and the Taoist Sword in his hand spilled out into the galaxy, swallowing the purple lightning directly.
As the galaxy rolled up, the thunder clouds seemed to be enraged, and the overwhelming lightning illuminated the dark sky brightly, seeming to pour down a sky lake, completely submerging Zhang Cong in the thunder lake.
At this time, Zhang Cong's Taoist sword was facing the thunder in the sky, and all the veins were swollen. He swung the sword slowly, and used the momentum to attract all the lightning. Then he poured a piece of thunder liquid to scatter the lightning of the initiation, and exploded.
There was a shock.
A large thunder pool has formed under Zhang Cong's feet, and the thunder liquid bursting with electric arcs has already covered his thighs, but the thunder clouds in the sky are still as thick as lead, constantly shining with this purple light.
The thunder liquid in the thunder pool is as viscous and bright as mercury. At this moment, Zhang Cong not only has to use the Taoist Sword Art to resist the thunder, but he also has to meditate on the Holy Turtle Sutra and use the thunder pool to strengthen his body. Although he is in Guichou Mountain
I have used Boundary Thunder to fortify my body, but there is no comparison with this Sand Sea Thunder Lake.
The skin and muscles of Zhang Cong's body that had been invaded by the thunder pool had been regenerated countless times, and even the bones had turned silver. Only then did the effect of the weak water body exercise really appear, and that regeneration function supported Zhang Cong until
Now, he is still standing firmly in the thunder pool.
The blood vessels in Zhang Cong's arms had burst countless times. The third form of the Taoist Sword was originally as powerful as moving mountains, but now it was facing the thunderous force, directly pressing Zhang Cong to the limit.
Zhang Cong felt the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand knives without even frowning. He looked at the stone bridge and said with a smile that if there was no way in the sky, he would carve out a way. He knew how hard it would be for him to break through the way.
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To follow the path of the predecessors is to climb high on a smooth road, but to open a path with a sword, you not only have to overcome thorns and thorns, but also endure the pain of taking detours. Since the Taoist priests chose it themselves, they can only go on. Life is like this, and there is no other way.
The third form of the Taoist Sword was loaded with weight, and it finally reached perfection. Zhang Cong had changed from lifting as lightly as heavy as heavy, to returning to the state of lifting as light as light. Ten thousand thunderbolts were pulled by the Taoist Sword, drawing streaks of light in the sky, like a shocking scene.
A masterpiece.
At this time, Zhang Cong has entered the fourth form of asking questions: the sword is like a thunderous giant, and the meaning becomes a fantasy.
This sword combines the sword-pointing galaxy of the second style and the immovable mountain of the third style. It better integrates the mind and the sword. It uses the sword as a pen to open the sky and paint, upgrading the sword realm to a fantasy realm, where people can enjoy the landscape.
, the old trees and the setting sun are all painted by the sword's will. Once a person enters the illusion, he will fall into the murderous intention in the sky.
The tens of thousands of thunder rainbows pulled out by the Taoist Sword, with dark clouds as the background, the thunder turned into ink, and soon painted a picture of a pine mountain night stay with flashing lightning, old trees jackdaws, dangerous peaks and streams, grass huts and immortals,
Although it is not very beautiful, it still has a profound artistic conception. It has reached the state where the mountains look like mountains and the water looks like water.
For a while, the mountains were red, and for a while, the moon was setting in Xiaoxiang. Zhang Cong's sword intention flowed rapidly with his spiritual thoughts, and grand pictures appeared across the sky. Seeing the sword intention getting higher and higher, there was a bang, and thousands of rays of light shattered.
After the calamity clouds filled the sky, Zhang Cong's sword skills finally matched his spiritual consciousness, and he also entered the late stage of Qi training.
The thunder pool had turned into a vast thunder lake. Zhang Cong threw the Dao Dao Sword into the air, took out the small porcelain bottle, and then with a roar, a fierce man plunged into the lightning-shrouded thunder lake, running the holy turtle scripture, and started the real war.
Holy turtle body forging.
As soon as he sank into the Lei Lake, Zhang Cong realized that the density of the thunder liquid was many times higher than that of the weak water. His arms, which were originally bulging with veins exposed, immediately turned into fly ash as soon as they entered the Lei Lake and were directly melted by the thunder liquid.
All done.
Zhang Cong's entire body almost turned into a skeleton shining with silver light. Only the spiritual platform, Shenfu and Dantian were still shining with golden light, and all the flesh and skin on his body had disappeared.
The abnormal regeneration ability in this thick thunder liquid tenaciously regenerated Zhang Cong's meridians, muscles and skin. As the body gradually adapted, it gradually restored its crystal body as smooth as brocade.
The spirit-gathering branches in the Divine Palace are also frantically absorbing the thunder spirit power in the Thunder Lake. The original golden light of the Divine Palace Spirit Spring has completely become the same as Thunder Lake, as viscous as mercury, and the Holy Turtle floating on the Divine Spring
Jia and the Qinglan sword were also dyed with a layer of silver light.
With a thought from Zhang Cong, the Holy Turtle Armor and the Qinglan Sword came out of the divine palace and directly invaded the Lei Pond. The two water-attribute magic weapons used the vast Lei Lake as a swimming pool and chased and played in it. Soon Zhang Cong discovered
, the Qinglan Sword, which originally looked like sapphire, has become almost transparent, as crystal clear as a diamond, and it doesn't look like a sword anymore.
The Holy Turtle Armor has also changed from a piece of black brocade to silver-white silk. It is not only more supple, but also sparkling. The golden water patterns on it also look like they are alive, rippling on the silk, looking noble and extraordinary.
An hour passed before Zhang Cong jumped out of the Thunder Lake. The Thunder Lake under his feet disappeared like an illusion as he jumped up, leaving the first step of the Wenwen Bridge still under Zhang Cong's feet.
Zhang Cong laughed, bowed his hands, stepped off the stone bridge, and walked back.
Zhang Cong, who was completely at the peak of his later stage of Qi training, now felt a huge change from before. Not only did he exercise again in Leihu, he successfully integrated the Holy Turtle Sutra with the original Duan Tai Technique, but he also
He has upgraded his magic weapon to a great extent.
The Holy Turtle Armor and the Qinglan Sword have almost become invisible, and are infinitely close to the formless and colorless form of water. As for the Taoist Sword, Zhang Cong doesn’t even know what level it is now. In this vast Lei Lake, the Taoist Sword is also Zhulang.
After walking for a while, he was floating in the air again, completely ignoring this treasure-like Lei Lake.
Zhang Cong's body quenching in Leihu did not burn his hair this time. Instead, it made his black hair more shiny and tough. It turned out to be like a weapon. It whistled when it was swung, and it could directly cut through a black pine. This made Zhang Cong
Cong was dumbfounded. Could it be that he had trained to the point where he was covered in weapons?
It was still early, Zhang Cong was still sitting under the black pine, slowly absorbing spiritual energy, while pondering the situation in Black Dragon Town. At this time, he had reached the peak of the late stage of Qi training, and faced three or two foundation-building monks. Even in the late-stage of foundation establishment, he
Even if you are defeated, you can still escape intact.
After forging the body in Thunder Lake, Zhang Cong came up with a few devious ideas, which would probably trap the foundation-building monks to death. Almost all of his divine spring spirit liquid had been transformed into lightning.
Lan Jian, even if he is not familiar with the reversal of the Heavenly Thunder Formation, as long as it is used in three levels, even if it does not suck the foundation-building monk dry, he will be struck half to death by the Heavenly Thunder.
My own spiritual spring is already large. Even if I replenish a large amount of thunder liquid into the sky thunder formation, I will be able to suck it back in the end. Not only will I not lose money, I may also make a profit.
If you are facing three or five foundation-building monks like this, as long as they are not all in the late stage, and you really dare to challenge them head-on, the combination of group magic and your Tao Dao Sword Art should solve the battle quickly.
Zhang Cong was thinking while taking in his breath. Unconsciously, the sky became dark again. He stood up and put on the holy turtle armor on his body. With a thought, he disappeared out of thin air, dressed in silver, and he didn't need to use the invisibility technique anymore.
He couldn't feel the fluctuations of his spiritual power. Zhang Cong felt like a drop of water, even able to blend into the river.
Zhang Cong felt so happy that he was extremely grateful to the unlucky Sun Yang for the gift. Wearing the holy turtle armor, with a clear light, he had already left Guichou Mountain and flew towards Laojun Mountain.
