In a quiet room.
Mo Chengjun just slowly closed his eyes, and after taking dozens of breaths, he opened his eyes again.
At this speed, it was like sitting there in a daze for a moment, but in Mo Chengjun's Niwan Palace, there was another magical seed.
A magical seed that never stops changing. Mountains, rocks, vegetation, birds, fish and insects, men and women, are constantly changing their forms.
This change is different from "Huang Liang Yi Meng".
Huangliang Yimeng is just a colorful stream of light changing on the foam, reflecting different scenery.
In the final analysis, it is virtual, an illusion, and an image on film.
And this magical seed, in a sense, achieved real changes.
On the futon, Mo Chengjun stretched out comfortably.
Hearing the crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other, his movements suddenly stopped, he shrunk, and he actually froze in place, and then turned into a big stone half a man tall.
This large stone is grey-brown in color, and its surface has been polished by wind and rain to make it rough and smooth. There is also a slight crack running diagonally across it.
The wind blew, and a small seed fell into the crack, and a new sprout sprouted.
As time goes by, the seeds grow up little by little and become small trees, then saplings, and then big trees.
The trunk of the tree is getting taller and taller, the branches are getting denser and denser, and the roots of the tree have penetrated deeply into the gaps in the stones and extended downward.
Until a certain moment, the small tree has turned into a big tree, with pavilions and canopies, green and lush, and extraordinary appearance.
But the boulder had turned into gravel and fell to the ground.
"twitter……"
I don’t know when, a little bird built a nest among the branches. It made a cheerful cry, which seemed to be calling its little friends to come.
But obviously, it was lonely, until one day, it fluttered its wings and flew into the sky, wanting to explore a wider world.
However, when it fell, it had turned into a monkey only one and a half meters tall, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and an arrogant expression.
This monkey wears bright golden armor, stands on five-color auspicious clouds, holds a golden hoop in his hand, and has a fierce look in his eyes that can scare children to tears.
However, a golden fairy rope suddenly appeared and bound the great sage tightly. However, he could not use the divine power that penetrated the heaven and the earth.
"You dare to attack the monkey without risking your life!"
There seemed to be a loud shout coming from the void, and then a white light flashed and beheaded the demon monkey.
Everything disappeared, leaving only the hair that was broken into two sections, falling flutteringly, and finally being caught by a hand.
Mo Chengjun was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, looking down at the broken hair in his palm, his expression was not only filled with joy, but also a look of shock.
To say that for such a long time, he has been in and out of Shushan in the upper realm, and what he has gained the most is not the great magical power of swordsmanship that he wants to cultivate based on the sword skills passed down from Qifeng.
Although the magical power of swordsmanship is already showing some signs of improvement, it is still a bit lacking.
But this technique of "False Action" took him to an incredible level.
Since the last kidnapping, the art of false behavior was broken by several of Yue Siming's magic weapons. Mo Chengjun had an idea - before, the art of false behavior deceived people.
Now, Mo Chengjun felt that not only people, but also magical tools, talismans, seals, formations and magical powers could be deceived, and that would be considered a success.
Therefore, "Fake Travel 2.0" had a goal, and this became his main research direction in Dreamland.
But later he discovered that the simple transformation technique was indeed not enough. It had to have a physical object as a carrier, and the most abundant thing on the human body that does not damage the body is hair.
As a result, the legendary Sun Dasheng's seventy-two transformations came out. Pulling out a hair and blowing a breath will have incredible power of transformation.
At this point, the art of false acting can be called a 'supernatural power'.
But you thought that was the end?
No, not nearly enough!
It is not an exaggeration to say that Mo Chengjun, who entered the upper realm 'Shu Mountain' with memories, was the GM.
Mo Chengjun thought so too at the beginning, claiming to be the creator of the game, the controller of destiny, and the grandfather behind countless future swordsmen.
It was nothing at first, but as time went on, he realized something was wrong.
After all, dreams are not a game, and the subconscious mind in the human brain cannot be easily controlled.
It seems that from unknown time, the dreams of countless people were intertwined, creating a larger and more real "Shu Mountain", and at the same time, they also vaguely showed hostility towards Mo Chengjun.
After all, no one wants their life to be affected and controlled by others.
Even if you know subjectively that this is wrong, you will still feel rejection subconsciously.
If this is a real game, it actually doesn't matter. After all, the world of '0' and '1' is not subject to change by subjective will.
But if it were in Shushan, which was greatly influenced by the subconscious, then the problem would be huge.
I don't know when, but Mo Chengjun suddenly discovered that the 'game regulator' he originally thought of himself had become a fish that slipped through the net of heaven.
To put it simply, it means opening a plug-in!
Then, Mo Chengjun received the same treatment as when he first entered the "Shu Mountain" in the later stages. All kinds of powerful enemies came one after another. There were always various coincidences that caused him to fight with various big bosses.
Good guy, Mo Chengjun is also speechless.
But the problem is, even if he fights with the strong men in these dreams, does it make sense?
Excluding the aspect of sharpening the sword, there is actually no benefit at all!
And Mo Chengjun's choice was also straightforward. Since I can't afford to offend him, why can't I afford to hide?
So, just one word - escape!
Yes, Mo Chengjun chose to escape.
As for escaping, the best thing to use is not speed, but the "Art of False Action".
That's right, in the "Shu Mountain" in the upper realm, Mo Chengjun's fake technique is no longer just a simple change.
It no longer remains in the realm of 'deceiving people' or 'deceiving magic weapons and magical powers', but to 'deceive heaven'.
Yes, in the upper realm 'Shu Mountain', the magical power of false magic has become a real way to avoid disaster.
Avoid three disasters and hide from nine difficulties!
This level of skill is already frightening, and Mo Chengjun really avoided the pursuit of 'Tiandao' in his dream.
Although the power of magical powers is difficult to predict and it is difficult to compare, here today, Mo Chengjun has to admit that among the six magical powers he knows, "The Art of False Action" has already ranked first.
To a certain extent, it is already a complete magical power.
Until this time, it was worthy of the title of 'Seventy-two Earthly Demon Techniques'.
It was also with the magical power of "Fake Travel" that Mo Chengjun was qualified to implement his "safe house" plan.
…
The first snow of winter was so heavy that it covered the mountains.
Even a large immortal sect like the Galaxy Sword Sect, although it has the ability to change the world, still does not cast spells randomly.
Therefore, the Xinghe Sword Sect seemed much quieter under the heavy snow. Most of the sword cultivators stayed in their caves and practiced diligently.
However, Mo Chengjun did not stop because of the snow, but instead sped up his movements.
First of all, he made a final inventory of the spiritual materials needed to open up the cave - two world stones, five-color soil, eyes of spiritual springs, various spiritual plants and spiritual grasses, etc...
After repeatedly confirming that everything was ready, he sorted out the various steps of the Dongtian Method to ensure that every link was thoroughly understood.
Then, he went out again under the identity of Hao Jian.
First, he went to the secret treasury and picked up several elixirs and treasures needed to break through the golden elixir. Then he went to the Tibetan Dharma Tower and picked up a bunch of books.
When he returned home, he ordered Xue Ling and gave Baling'er and other friends the 'Fire Transfer Talisman', telling him that he wanted to retreat and break through.
Finally, he entered the retreat room and made a posture of wanting to break through the golden elixir.
However, Mo Chengjun, who was sitting cross-legged in the retreat room, had turned into a strand of hair and landed on the futon at some point.
And at the exit of the sect, under the white snow, there was a withered yellow leaf scattered on the ground, just like countless other dead branches and leaves.
…
"Where are we going?"
"Where else can we go? It's the northwest border. Those monsters are not stable again. This time, let's see if I don't kill them."
Someone sneered: "Come on, don't have to rely on the boss to save you later. Killing monsters is killing monsters. Don't just think about giving away people's heads."
The man was not annoyed and laughed out loud: "No matter what, the monster heads I took last time were one more than yours. Alas, just one more. Hehe, don't you accept it?"
"I don't accept it!"
"If you don't accept it, bear with it! Hehehehe..."
A team of sword cultivators had obviously accepted the mission and were stopping at the entrance of the sect.
A leading white-haired swordsman took the ultimatum and asked the monk guarding the door to check it. He lowered his head and whispered a few words.
Although they were on an outing mission, it was obvious that this team of swordsmen were very relaxed and seemed extremely confident.
It's no wonder that their spirits are so high. In fact, during this period of time, the number of monks in the sect who have understood the sword intention and the magical power of the sword has doubled.
Although a group of sword cultivators still have the same level of cultivation, the killing power they show when they go out to face the enemy is really different.
The evil heretics inside and outside Yunzhou, and the remnants of the demon kingdom, were blinded for a moment without noticing, and they were killed in large numbers.
Even the three sects and four cities behind Yunzhou were frightened.
For a time, it really shocked many people.
The document was checked very quickly, but within a moment, a gap opened in the sect's barrier. A group of monks each released their flying swords, and with a roar, sword rays circled around the body and flew away through the air.
The speed of their swords was so fast that wherever they passed, the sky was filled with flying snow, and a piece of dead leaf was swept by the wind, drifted out of the sect's formation, and flew far away in the strong wind.
When the sect's formation was activated, the sword cultivator guarding the gate was extremely alert, his eyes were like daggers, and he looked around for fear of enemies appearing.
But as the sword cultivators left and the sect formation closed, they relaxed and looked around for a while, no longer paying attention to the outside world.
Of course they wouldn't pay attention, as the snowflakes and strong wind left the sect's fallen leaves.
Naturally, they would not know that someone quietly left the sect.
Don't think that Mo Chengjun is making a fuss out of a molehill and is too cautious.
In fact, since the last attack, he knew that he was protected by at least a team of five great sword cultivators above the Nascent Soul realm.
They stood guard in shifts, and although they never showed up, as long as Mo Chengjun or even Hao Jian left the Mo family's residence, someone would follow them.
To use a more popular term in the world of immortality, this is a Taoist protector.
And what the sect equipped him with was something that even Senior Brother Xuanxuanzi did not receive when he went out for training.
However, Mo Chengjun actually didn't like this feeling.
After leaving the sect for dozens of miles, Mo Chengjun finally appeared. He looked in the direction he came from and could no longer see clearly where the mountain gate was, but he still stood there for a long time without making any move.
A full quarter of an hour later, he finally let out a long breath, turned around, jumped up, and transformed into a majestic goshawk in mid-air.
Phew!
With an eagle cry, the goshawk flapped its wings and flew towards the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountains, towards the center of the endless mountains.
Here goes.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
