From the beginning of observing the mountain, the practitioner uses the physical mountain as the benchmark, uses spiritual power to build the mountain range in the sea of consciousness, and keeps gazing at it.
This is the first step, the beginning of a cultivator, and the beginning of reaching the top of the great road.
To build a mountain environment, use the mountain as the standard, start from the inside, and gaze at the mountain thoroughly until you have passed the five declines of heaven and man, so that you can use it to defend against enemies. This is a long process, and it is also a process of rebirth.
Only at this point can a cultivator be called a strong person, a true strong person.
Humans go against heaven, use mountains as a reference, and absorb spiritual energy to achieve the state of living as long as heaven and having the same destiny as earth. This state is called immortality.
When people build mountains, they become immortals.
Lingshan realm is also called Lingxian realm.
At this time, the man in golden armor has passed through the five declines of heaven and man, and his foundation can be separated from the sea of consciousness to defend against enemies.
The huge mountain above his head is the mountain that the man in golden armor visualizes, and it is also his biggest life-saving trump card.
At this time, Qu Shanrong smiled coldly and said, "You have it, don't I?" Qu Shanrong opened the sea of consciousness, and a blood-colored mountain range floated above his head.
The mountain above the head of the man in golden armor looks green and full of greenery everywhere. It looks majestic and majestic, with a dignified atmosphere. However, the top of the mountain looks a bit unreal. This should be a mountain building. The realm that can only be manifested is the eighth level and the ninth level, and the man in golden armor has obviously not reached it at this time.
The mountain is very tall, just like the position of the Qin Empire in the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, which is undisputed.
On the other hand, although Qu Shanrong's foundation does not look as majestic as that of the man in golden armor, the stretching of the mountain, combined with the blood tide under his feet, makes this blood mountain look even more weird.
This blood mountain has no breath of life. It is like a dead mountain, silent and containing the boundless coldness of blood.
There is even blood flowing on the surface of the mountain, just like the origin of water. It starts from the mountain and goes through thousands of obstacles before it can merge into the sea. But there is no sea here, only a sea of blood, but you can still see a trickle of water on the blood mountain, which seems to merge into the sea of blood.
The golden-armored man shouted loudly, riding the golden mountain that was full of golden light. It was towering and straight, and he had a majestic spirit that could overwhelm the mountain. The shouts were all filled with killing intent.
The mountain was huge, like a man in golden armor carrying the sky on his back. It looked a little strenuous, and within an instant, his face turned pale.
This is the most powerful blow for a mountain-building expert after surviving the five declines of heaven and earth, and it is also a last resort to save his life.
The sky was shaking and the ground was shaking.
The sea of blood is like a torrent, flowing incessantly.
The golden mountain is like fire, aggressive and engrossing.
Getting closer little by little...
We were about to collide...
"Leave quickly..."
Someone shouted, causing the silent ground to stir up a running climax.
The strong ones in the Mountain Building Realm were flying, leaving the ground, roaring into the night sky, and the cultivators in the Mountain Viewing Realm were so worried that they had lost two legs. Sayazi ran as hard as he could and tried his best to evacuate the streets.
Above the sky, both warring parties had stopped.
At this moment, they didn't care much, and they all held up their own body-protecting weapons to avoid the aura high in the sky.
Terrifying.
There were only two people left in the entire battlefield, two mountains, and a wave of blood that filled half the sky...
Moonlight seemed to feel the aura of terror, and in an instant, she hid her own light behind a dark cloud.
There was only a golden light left in the sky, and a strange blood color...
Click...
The sky seems to be shattering...
Make the sound of thunder!
Rumble…
Continuously...
Qushan City is swaying, crumbling...
And in an inconspicuous corner, an old Taoist led a young man, looking at the raging battle above, and said casually: "I didn't expect that young people nowadays are so impulsive. It really gives the old Taoist a headache..." There was a look of regret on his face, as if he was sighing for the battle above.
The old man spoke, but the young man did not respond.
The young man looked at the breath of the sky and felt fascinated.
"Huh?" The old Taoist turned around, looked at his incompetent disciple, and instantly became angry: "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
"Um...ah?" The young man knew that he was going to be in trouble and took two steps back hastily.
But it was still too late, because there was a sharp pain on his forehead.
"Ah..." The young man suddenly felt hopeless, with tears in his eyes and a look of grievance on his face.
"Why are you aggrieved? Follow me, Master, and you will definitely surpass them in the future..."
The young man murmured in his heart: "Following you and watching the excitement day by day, can you increase your strength? You see, Yang Ning and Yang Pi can kill the strong ones in the mountain building realm instantly. As for me, apart from learning those ghost painting talismans one day, I can't What did you do..."
The young man felt that going out this time was the biggest mistake he had made in his life.
The old Taoist has matured and can see the young man's thoughts at a glance, and said: "Don't be wronged, I will give you my skills tomorrow, and I guarantee that you will use them for the rest of your life..."
As he said that, he grabbed the young man's ears and came to another corner.
Because the new location is the best angle to watch the battle.
…
Snapped!
Like a thunderbolt from the blue, it resounds thousands of miles away and is deafening...
There is a heat wave in the sky...
Two mountains collided together!
Devouring, wasting away...
The astonishing explosion was like a foreboding, a shocking explosion.
No one was surprised, but everyone was panicked.
The terrifying force turned the entire sky into nothingness, making it extremely silent.
Even space is being annihilated, swallowing up the remaining light, turning the entire sky into darkness.
Those who cannot dodge seem to disappear from the world, leaving no residue behind.
A strong person in the mountain-building realm who has survived the five declines of heaven and earth has such terrifying strength.
In the seventh street and alley, many buildings were in ruins, surrounded by the treasure pavilion made of iron by Mo Chen. It was also shaken by the violent collision and could not stop for a long time.
"There's a war outside." Yang Pi said casually, because the brightness in front of him had already attracted Yang Pi's attention.
Yang Ning's mind was also attracted by everything in front of her.
There are treasures everywhere and resources everywhere.
The Qushan tribe's foundation is so deep, no wonder they dare to rebel openly.
"This is Mo Tie, actually using cards as a stand..." Dao Tuguai screamed, looking at the dazzling array of stands in front of him, he felt that the knife in his hand was simply rubbish.
"This is sea-blood ginseng, right? It's placed at the front..." Yang Pi looked at the bloody ginseng in front of him and also made a strange cry.
"Is this the black gold stone?" Yang Qiong touched a black and shiny gold stone on the shelf and asked.
"Is this a skill?" Yang Ning came to an area and was attracted by the shelf in front of him.
Because the nearby shelves were all filled with books and even jade slips.
The jade slips all record Xuan-level martial arts or techniques.
There are so many...
Even if Yang Ning has lived in two lifetimes, this is the first time he has seen such a scene.
The Qushan tribe is worthy of being a powerful prince.
This can no longer be described as a treasure house. This is simply a treasure mountain.
Yang Ning could no longer care about anything else and took out her own space pot.
"Suck, suck for me, suck like crazy for me..." Yang Ning felt that her nerves were numb.
There are so many treasures that it is dizzying to see.
"Haha..." The disciples of Gu Daolou's eyes shone, already shocked by this information, and even more excited.
The shelves were arranged very neatly, and it was obvious that someone had cleaned them.
"I didn't expect that this Qu Shanhou is really a careful person..." Yang Qiong looked at Yang Ning's actions and felt even more happy.
At this moment, Dao Tu spoke.
"These shelves are mine, no one can touch them..." Dao Tu looked at the world with cold eyes, and his heart moved when he saw so many Mo Tie.
Because so much Mo Tie is enough to make his Mo Sword go one step further, maybe it can reach the so-called artifact level. Thinking of this, Dao Tu feels that he is invincible with the magic sword and has no rival in the world.
"Suck, suck..." Yang Ning kept moving the space pot, pointing it at a shelf, and just said one word, suck.
Because there are too many, they are all precious materials, and they are all genuine materials that are difficult to see outside.
"It's coming, it's coming..."
Yang Qiong laughed wildly.
And in an inconspicuous corner, the evil scholar seemed to be attracted by something, and he flashed and came to a shelf.
There is a knife here that exudes evil aura. Even if the blade is hidden in the scabbard, you can feel the aura coming from it.
The evil scholar did not hesitate and picked up the knife. There was still greed in his eyes.
The moment he picked up the knife, the evil scholar felt as if his aura changed instantly, and his whole person became even more evil.
However, soon, the evil scholar seemed to realize something. He moved and disappeared behind the shelf again, without a trace.
"Huh? I just felt an evil aura, why is it gone?" Yang Ning looked at the place where the evil-hearted scholar was and muttered to himself.
But after a closer look, he didn't find anything unusual. He felt suspicious and said, "Am I feeling wrong?" Yang Ning didn't take it to heart, and looked at the shelf in front of him and sucked wildly again.
This is already a weapons area, and it is what Yang Ning loves, because when a practitioner has a pair of iron fists, a good weapon and a handy weapon are the real basis for defeating the enemy.
Yang Ning enjoyed it endlessly, regardless of the mental exertion, just aimed at the shelf and sucked.
But behind the black stone at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, Dian Shangjie looked lonely.
Because he saw everything his senior brother did just now, but he didn't stop it.
When Wu Qiujin picked up the knife, Dian Shangjie knew what the knife was.
The weapon of all evil, the evil-killing knife.
Sacred weapon, the evil killing knife.
A true artifact.
But there is nothing he can do.
Dian Shangjie's eyes were full of regret. He looked at Wu Qiujin who disappeared into the night and murmured: "Brother, why are you so blind..."
Then he disappeared into the night. As for the battle above, Dian Shangjie didn't care or care at all.
Because it has nothing to do with myself.
But above, following the violent collision, the two instigators were now hundreds of miles apart.
The blood is dim and silent.
The golden light flickered, appearing and disappearing.
There was no trace of blood on the faces of the two of them. Under the moonlight, they were extremely white, like Bai Wuchang from hell.
There is nothing in the sea of consciousness between the two of them, because just now, the two of them fought with their foundations. It is obvious that no one has won and no one has lost. There is only all the space between the two of them, which is unusually silent, as if they are telling a story. There was a great war here.
The man in golden armor panted heavily, staring angrily at the figure in the distance without saying a word.
The feudal lords who had sealed their lands and split their borders had actually forced themselves into this situation.
After a collision, the two were unable to fight again.
He stared at the other person helplessly, showing a murderous look, intertwined with hatred, but his intentions were powerless.
You can only express your hatred in this way.
The two looked at each other for a long time, as if the space was frozen, neither convinced by the other.
"Kill me..." Qu Shanrong was almost crazy.
Because tonight we can't lose, we can only win.
Otherwise, what awaits the Qushan tribe will be real destruction.
"Kill..." Su Anyuan, who was on the ground, was also not to be outdone. He shouted loudly and asked the people in the City Lord's Mansion to move.
