There have been waves in Wangyue Well three times in the past few years. Xin Zhuo has guessed it many times in the past few days. At first, he thought it was a prediction of danger. After all, Dongfang and others took action right after.
Then, he thought that it was something that Wangyuejing needed nearby. After all, Wangyuejing pulled him on its own, just like when he swallowed the spirit of the fairy before going to the sea of suffering.
Now he suddenly understood that this was a kind of self-replenishment of Wangyue Well, and that encountering something beneficial to the well owner could change the well owner's situation.
At this moment, the moonlight in the well has been replenished, and there are many figures floating faintly. One of them is the remnant soul of the Holy King just now. This seems to be the fullest state of the moon-watching well.
It turns out that these shadows that appeared during the fusion of martial arts are all the remnant souls of warriors with extremely high martial arts levels from an unknown era?
Thirteen mental methods appeared on the surface of the well, all of which are secret scriptures of mental methods above the quasi-sage level. There are fragments and complete chapters. Not only that, there are also 300,000 ancient true energy and [Five Elements of Heaven and Earth Ice Intent].
These mental techniques and the [Five Elements of Ice and Intent of Heaven and Earth] should have been acquired by that Holy King in his lifetime, and the three hundred thousand Tao of Ancient True Qi were most likely collected from the warriors in the "Saint King's Well".
It's like...
After the well owner desperately gave Wang Yuejing the opportunity to replenish his energy, Wang Yuejing received a great feedback!
Taking a deep breath and then another breath, Xin Zhuo's body trembled slightly. With this body protection gift, wouldn't he be a fool if he didn't fight in this world?
He looked again at the Wuyun Stone Mine under the hills near and far.
Everything is ready!
Go back, finish eating the mouse meat, sit cross-legged and concentrate for three days and nights, open your eyes, stretch out your hands, and merge!
"Whoosh whoosh..."
[Nine heads step on the fog to answer the dragon! 】
[Phoenix with ten eyes bathed in fire! 】
[Sixteen-winged dragon 梼杌! 】
[Bajiao swallows the sky and Qiongqi! 】
The four primary sources left the body, entered the Moon Watching Well, and quickly merged with the [Tiger Buddha Protector of the Wheel of Merits].
The waves on the surface of the well are turbulent, with hundreds of rays of light and thousands of flowing colors changing unpredictably, and there are dozens of figures, all shining with light...
…
"Chu! Appeared!"
In a vast primeval forest that is hundreds of thousands of miles away, there is a huge altar, with dead bones everywhere. An old man with long hair, looking up at the sky, his eyes spinning around the sun and the moon, muttering to himself.
…
"early……"
In the endless sea, on the 9999 islands, a large number of warriors flew into the sky and escaped to the earth. Among them, there were more than a dozen saints, sitting cross-legged in the sky, seemingly evolving the Zhoutian formation.
On the sword-shaped island in the middle, the ten thousand-year-old mossy mountain peaks suddenly trembled, and a huge stone head slowly rose, its eyes staring directly at the sky, and the aura of disillusionment and disillusionment kept rising.
The dozen or so saints suddenly landed in the sky. They were so frightened that they all saluted: "Ancestor!"
The stone head turned a deaf ear and just murmured: "I hope it's not the human race!"
Dead silence returned again, and the island was still the same island.
…
"early……"
"Why would such a thing appear in the world?"
"How many times has it appeared since ancient times?"
"three times!"
Daganxi goes 470,000 miles, and at an altitude of 100,000 feet, looking from afar, one can see the peaks and mountains with the word "三" written in one stroke.
But looking closer, the three peaks are tens of thousands of miles apart, and the two top peaks are completely shrouded in white clouds.
The "Yi" peak at the bottom is composed of three thousand peaks, any one of which is larger than Qiongxiao, the capital of the Daqian Emperor.
At this moment, on a broken bridge on a misty mountain peak, there were three figures, wearing linen robes, with long hair floating around. Giant dragons, phoenixes, and red birds were flying around, all of them the size of flies.
The three of them were like three living gods.
…
"early……"
The sky is infinitely high, with ninety-nine layers of sun haloes and moon shadows. There is a sea, billions of miles wide, and there is a fairy palace hidden there.
Amidst the sky-high clouds and mist, a young man with white hair was standing, his eyes emitting dazzling golden light, looking straight down.
"What does Bai Emperor mean?" asked a woman in white next to him.
The white-haired young man sighed: "It's ominous when you first come out!"
"What is the beginning?"
"At the beginning of the world, you and I were not here!"
"Did you break the first meeting?"
"meeting!"
"Since you can fold, you were born in the lower realm...you should know about the Wu Ni chaos in the lower realm, so why worry?"
"You don't understand. It's like she just came back and asked you to help her remember someone. There is no reason in the world."
"Sour Confucianism!"
…
In the abyss.
"This primary origin...is too much!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the "emptiness" in the moon-watching well with a dull expression on his face.
The top "primary" source that was fused with great hope turned out not to be a majestic giant, nor did it have a domineering and unparalleled demeanor, but just a gray thing the size of a fist.
No solution! First off, it's not a bike.
After being silent for a long time, he closed his body and then his expression suddenly changed. His body was light and his strength was endless.
If you experience it carefully, you will find the incomprehensible ease and clarity of the spiritual platform.
Take a deep breath and forget about it.
Stretch out your hand and tap your own mental method [Xuantian Nine Turns Viewing the Mountain True Secret] into the "Wangyue Well", integrating it with the other thirteen mental methods.
The surface of the well was once again colorful, with turbulent waves and swaying figures.
After half a stick of incense, a new mindset emerged:
【One Qi transforms three yangs.
Note: Can cultivate to Saint King Realm]
An extremely brief introduction, just five words, with no characteristics and no overbearing and unparalleled name.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time and could only accept it silently. He tapped it into his body, and a stream of clear water flowed into his body. In an instant, it turned into three rays of Yang Qi and spread into his limbs and bones and the meridians throughout his body.
Looking at the introduction to the mind method and the direction of practice, I was silent for a long time again.
Then, the sequelae of changing the mental method came, and his whole body became limp. He immediately used up his last remaining strength to collect the [Five Elements of Ice of Heaven and Earth] into the Dantian Sea and entered the [Nine Netherworld and Hundreds of Feet of Ice].
【100/100】
"Buzz——"
The moment before he fell into a dazed state, there was endless ice, and the entire underground space became a world of ice and snow, even a hundred or a thousand times colder than the "Wood Land" above.
Three days later.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged and stood up, first feeling the [Nine Nether Hundred Zhang Ice], and then "looking" into the Dantian sea. Now, the "ladder to heaven" has nine colors gathered together, and the end is hazy.
"The Ten Forests of Yuanji! The ninth forest is the perfection of Yuanji, and the tenth forest is the quasi-sacred realm!"
"Ten forests transform into ten gates by turning the ladder to heaven!"
"Transform the origin into the mountain pattern of martial arts!"
"Mountain patterns enter the scriptures, and the physical body enters the Tao, like a mountain, flying into the sky and escaping to the earth!"
"A quasi-saint of martial arts!"
…
Time passes like a fleeting moment.
The fifth year of Daqian's consecration.
Five years and ten months have passed since the secret realm of the "Saint King Valley" was opened, the empress expelled the three saints in anger, and killed thousands of warriors.
The pear blossoms are blooming again, and the phoenix trees in the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital have once again sprouted.
There was peace in the two hundred thousand miles of the Daqian Holy Dynasty, and the Snow Kingdom of the seventy thousand miles in the north had long been destroyed, and the world was prosperous.
Nowadays, dozens of squares and countless streets in the imperial capital thousands of miles away are crowded with people. The ministers are busy attending court, but it is the regent, Prince Jing, His Royal Highness Ji Pixuan, who is handling the affairs of the court.
Her Majesty, the Empress, is consumed with the pain of losing her husband and has not been in court for a year!
After a brief period of discomfort, the minister gradually adapted.
This thousand-mile imperial capital is a holy place in the hearts of countless people. Every day, warriors with dreams come and leave crying. There are also princes and princes who are favored by thousands of people, and they are in the holy land of the super sect. Rumors of a beautiful encounter between a proud son.
However, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the Marquis of Beijiang. Li Chunyuan, who has a mysterious background, entered the Holy King Mountain and entered the country as a quasi-sage.
It is said that Mr. Jiang is sitting in charge, and the cave masters from all the major holy places are watching.
Even Princess Wuyou and Feng Shuning, Her Majesty's close advisors, went there in person.
After hearing the news, the warriors from the capital swarmed over, but were stopped at the foot of the mountain three hundred miles away.
At this moment, in the Holy King Valley, the highest mountain top, nine-colored clouds are rolling, the Yuan-level original nine-headed candles are swirling and flying, with thousands of auspicious colors, and the strong wind is howling.
The terrifying visions, even though they are extremely far apart, still make people feel uneasy and uneasy.
"It's truly remarkable for a true warrior to become a quasi-sage!"
Da Luo Sect Dongfang Lian'er put his hands behind his back and watched silently, full of envy. Who has been able to become a quasi-sage in five years, except for a true warrior?
"indeed!"
Dayan Taishang Elder Qi Sha and Qin Gui, the high-ranking holy son of the Bauhinia Holy Land, looked at each other and said: "The most powerful warrior in the same realm, Xin Zhuo has passed away, I am afraid no one can match him!"
Xin Zhuo's matter was very secretive. Even the empress did not know the details. Several people also kept it secret, so that no one thought about them when they stayed in the imperial capital to practice.
"What does Xin Zhuo mean? He's a dead man, cough..."
Jiang Yugui sat on an exquisite black jade demon chair. Ever since he was injured by Xin Zhuo five years ago, his injury has not healed and he needs to be warmed up every day. His family has sent a lot of medicine, but unfortunately there is no The elders can help to completely resolve the hidden wounds at the beginning, but on that terrifying mountain, his status is worse than that of a son-in-law, and the elders are too lazy to take care of him, so if he wants to be completely healed, it will probably take ten years.
Every time I think of the hidden wounds on my body and the hopeless hope of becoming a saint, I gnash my teeth with hatred. Yes, what are you afraid of if you hate a dead person?
At this moment, Mr. Jiang denied Xin Zhuo, and no one except Princess Wuyou and Feng Shuning was willing to refute.
Xin Zhuo is indeed a dead person. Even though he was famous all over the world back then, he has passed away after all. How many amazing and talented talents in this world are like a flash in the pan?
A person who has been cultivating for sixty years is no better than a flash in the pan in the world of warriors with long lifespans.
At this moment, Ling Junshan, the Holy Son of Tianshu not far away, suddenly said: "I'm afraid the quasi-saint realm has been broken! What a terrifying quasi-saint aura!"
"Five years to break the quasi-sage..."
Huang Dagui, Ma Boju and Murong Xiu were also crowded in the crowd, their faces full of envy.
Only Deng Taixuan, who looked like a wizened old man on the other side, had eyes as bright as fire and murmured: "It doesn't look like Li Chunyuan!"
Everyone looked towards the top of the peak, then lowered their gazes, and looked horrified the next moment.
(End of chapter)
