Xin Zhuo is not as talented as many people imagine, but he has indeed accumulated a long time in Yang Reality. He stayed in this magical place for a long time and ate too many spiritual objects. These spiritual objects are not suitable for a group of gods and humans. The strange thing may not be a big deal, but to him it is simply a rare thing. It is even more majestic than all the resources of the Xuantian Sword Sect put together. The long river of true energy in the body is absorbed crazily, and it is blocked together. !
It's so pitiful that he eats more than the four old guys have eaten in all these years combined.
Moreover, the owner of Wangyue Well is in a small realm between the two big realms. Frankly speaking, there is no bottleneck. It just requires a large amount of sacrifices and accumulation. His meridians can withstand it. This is his unique talent!
However, after the breakthrough, the secluded sea of ice in the Yuanchen Palace began to rotate crazily again, causing him to be almost frozen, so he had to use the extreme sun energy of the True Yang Tower to suppress it.
Breaking through the realm is so painful every time. I really don’t know when I can conquer this thing.
A few hours later, the hundred-foot ice in the Youhai stabilized, and he dispersed the body-protecting method [Heaven and Earth Zhenwu Miaodao Sutra] and looked into the well.
[Well owner: Xin Zhuo. 】
【Yuehua:100/100】
[Realm: The Fourth Heaven of the Lingtai, (Special sacrificial souls of three thousand years can enter the fifth heaven of the Lingtai...)
Note: A single warrior can sacrifice his soul to a very small level, and he can forcibly seize magical powers and martial arts! 】
The fourth level of Lingtai!
Xin Zhuo tapped his feet. He was halfway up the roof. He closed his eyes slightly. The thought of the spiritual platform turned into an old well and swept across all directions. Even if a group of Yangshi Sanzhonghai were in front of him, he could kill him with one strike.
This mental fantasy is indeed the most outstanding method of the warrior. What is his method? Wangyuejing, who couldn't control himself at all, transformed into something. Compared with other Lingtai realm masters, he was indescribably mediocre.
Then he stretched out his right hand and flicked it. The Tianwu Sword came out of its sheath on its own. With a slight wave, the sharp sword light flashed away and went straight into the ground ten feet!
After a while, he fell back to the ground and opened the door.
In the courtyard, the witch Xue Ji was in a daze.
In the distance, in mid-air, the four people had left.
"How long did it take me?" Xin Zhuo tried to ask.
"Six years!"
Xue Ji finally came to her senses and pointed to the side of the new year bamboo planted by Xin Zhuo himself, which had grown into six pieces.
"Six years..."
Including the previous three years, it has been nine years.
In this martial arts practice, time is really worthless. He suddenly understood why Jiang Yong stayed in the tower for decades or hundreds of years without feeling bored. It turned out that this way of practice could not feel the time at all. passage.
Nine years was longer than all the things he had experienced before combined.
"Are you lamenting the time?" Xue Ji sat cross-legged on a stone bench, with a bit of confusion and confusion on her charming face.
Xin Zhuo walked over, sat on the other side, picked up the spiritual fruit on the table and took a bite, then put it down without interest. He had eaten several "mountains" over the years and was tired of it. He glanced at the still dark sky: " Yes, nine years is enough time for a teenage child to grow into an adult!"
That boy Ji Yu must be a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old!
"There is no sun and moon in cultivation. One retreat of the Holy King lasted for a period of ninety years!" The Prodigy Holy Son, my time was not as short as yours back then!"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said nothing. He had no idea about this, but having said that, it was indeed much shorter than the thirty years the master said!
Xue Ji pondered for a moment, looked at him, and said seriously: "Tell me the truth, is your surname Jiang? Zhao? Ye? Ying? Ji?"
Xin Zhuo replied seriously: "My surname is Xin, thank you for your hard work!"
Xue Ji fell into deep thought.
Xin Zhuo suddenly asked: "How long will it take for the extreme tide to come?"
Xue Ji looked at him, thought for a while, and said: "Nine years have passed now, and I'm afraid it will come within a year. The wind at the bottom of the abyss, how cold it is these days!"
"One year left, it will be ten years..."
I heard that in ten years, old monsters will appear all over the sky.
…
One year.
"Mount the gun!"
"Gongpawn!"
The small courtyard has been cleaned again and looks much cleaner and tidier. Xin Zhuo and Taoist Wanfa are playing chess carved with stones, and they also use Xin Zhuo's "jargon".
Gou Xian and Zhu Wue watched the chess game silently.
These old guys have a monstrous realm and have lived long enough. To strangers, they are absolutely terrifying existences. Even Xin Zhuo was taken aback when he first arrived and was careful to avoid them.
Just because of various things, their attitude towards Xin Zhuo was quite gentle. Since witnessing Xin Zhuo's breakthrough, their attitude has become even more kind.
After a long period of contact, Xin Zhuo discovered that these were all abnormal warriors. That is to say, although they were very advanced, they were by no means ordinary people who were obsessed with martial arts. They had weird tempers, both good and evil, and liked to play tricks. But don’t show off, don’t take the initiative to provoke, and have no intention of harming others!
They didn't have much idea about whether they could get out or not.
But Xin Zhuo feels that contact with them is of great benefit, because although these people have no experience in spiritual practice and have lived for many years just to cross the river in confusion, their inadvertent words are very important to low-level juniors like him. Said, benefited a lot.
"General!"
At this time, Xin Zhuo heavily mounted a knight, which was a dead move.
Wanfa Taoist held a cannon in his hand and was stunned for a long time, but there was no way to survive, and then he said angrily: "This is really unreasonable! You kid has eight hundred tricks, how can you set a trap for others when playing chess?"
The prophet Gou on the side sneered: "If you recognize the stinky chess basket, you should still play with your magic, martial arts, Youxuan and poison, and let me fight with this kid!"
"You stink even more!"
Wanfa Taoist's long hair was flying as he pushed the chess pieces around. He looked at Xin Zhuo as if he was a master of Taoism: "Boy, you have to open a meridian for us when you have time. I have gained something recently!"
Xin Zhuo said in surprise: "There is no problem at all, but what do you think, senior? Why don't we discuss it?"
Quietly, he called out the Moon Watching Well and looked into the well.
[Sacrifice to the spirit: Wanfa Taoist, debt 49, life span 896, remaining life span 50, the first of the five declines of heavenly beings...
Dharma: The Dragon King’s determination of all Dharma.
Skill: The magical method of blasting the innocent thunder...]
Xin Zhuo was very excited that a person in the Five Decline Realm of Heaven and Earth could successfully sacrifice a spirit. These days, he often had discussions with Taoist Wanfa to open up his pulse.
Wanfa Taoist shook his head and laughed: "You can't say it, you can't say it! Walking on the true spring, wandering people are distorted. How sure are you of this main meridian?"
"Ten points!" Xin Zhuo replied decisively.
"very good!"
Wanfa Taoist, with long hair and no wind, waved his hand and said, "It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day, come here!"
Xin Zhuo immediately stood up and used a silver needle to open his pulse. A moment later, Taoist Wanfa's face was full of soreness, and he jumped straight into the distance.
Before Xin Zhuo could check the reality of the sacrifices in Wangyue Well, Prophet Gou finally found an opportunity, sat cross-legged across from him, waved his hand and said: "Come on, come on, you and I will fight!"
This guy is actually addicted to chess, and Zhu Wuye is even more addicted to chess. When playing chess with him, you can barely allow you to eat a few pieces of his "baby meat."
"Go away, there's nothing to play with!"
A flash of red clothes suddenly appeared in front of him in the back room. He was so angry that he raised his hand and overturned the chessboard, causing the chess pieces to fall to the ground.
It is the witch Xue Ji, with a charming face full of evil intentions, her graceful figure is no longer graceful, and her belly is slightly bulging.
Gou Xian glanced at his belly, waved his sleeves and walked away: "A woman is a woman! Bad luck!"
Zhu Wue also waved a pair of pig ears and took the opportunity to pick up a piece of pork on the side, ready to go back to bury it, erect a monument, and cry loudly. This has always been his hobby.
In the small courtyard, only Xin Zhuo and Xue Ji were left. The latter had his hands on his hips, his face even more sinister and as cold as frost.
Xin Zhuo stared straight at Xue Ji's belly, his face turned pale, and even a little panicked: "Child, child?"
Not yet yesterday!
Is this witch different from a normal woman?
Xue Ji sneered and said, "You and I have been living together on and off for seven years, and this year we have become just like husband and wife. How can we not be pregnant?"
Xin Zhuo still shook his head: "I don't believe it!"
Xue Ji was discouraged, patted her belly, and dropped a piece of cloth made of spiritual fruit peel. Her belly was as flat as ever, and she said coldly: "I don't believe it either, you useless boy!"
Xin Zhuo: "?"
He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. He was living with this fierce witch who was always trying to kill him, but he was still very energetic. He suddenly doubted his potential as a scumbag, got up, went back to the house, sat down cross-legged, and summoned Wangyuejing again.
The sacrifice spirit of Wanfa Taoist in the well has become "mature"!
【Debt 52】
The whole heart was almost filled with excitement. Back then, I had always dreamed of directly offering sacrifices to the souls of extremely high-level people, but now I actually did it!
Trembling, he reached out his hand and grabbed it!
【Yuehua:20/100】
80 points were directly consumed.
[Boom the Heavenly Thunder Magical Technique! 】
There is only one ability!
Sure enough, he responded to Wangyuejing's "single sacrifice to the subtlest spirit", and it was so subtle that he could only seize the opponent's martial arts magical power!
This is reasonable and unexpected.
He tried to study this thunder method. After a long time, he was finally not too disappointed. This was the real "Fa Wu Tong You Xuan" thunder method. It was much stronger than his own Qiankun Slash. It was definitely not owned by Taoist Wanfa. I don't know. Where did he get it.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, under the cliff outside the house, an unparalleled cold wind suddenly blew. There were strange "wows" in the cold wind. The moist mist from all directions rotated and rolled sideways, and strands of yarn passed through it. Stones are broken, bamboos are broken, and bamboos are broken.
Thousands of floating islands throughout the space strangely changed their positions, including the island under Xin Zhuo.
The door was pushed open, Xue Ji broke in, her face changed slightly: "I just wanted to tell you that the extreme tide is coming. Those people are different from us. They are a group of weirdos with hard-to-discern thoughts. They have no intention of going out. How can we waste time like them?
There are only three hours for this extreme tide, so you need to be fully prepared. If you miss the time, you will have to wait ten years! "
Xin Zhuo stood up suddenly and asked, "Is there any specific method?"
Xue Ji waved her sleeves, and dropped a scroll made of large leaves of spiritual grass. It was full of strange figures: "The Holy King came here originally, and the tide of the extreme contains countless shadows of martial arts and the emperor and the netherworld." The ancestor’s traces will change the attack according to the warrior’s own cultivation level!”
"Walk!"
Xin Zhuo greeted, and the two of them jumped into the air.
(End of chapter)
