"Sir, Xinghua said that the stars in the sky are all land, so the place where we are is also the stars in the eyes of others, right?"

Mr. Wu nodded, "That's right, I have refined a treasure, and by constantly magnifying and magnifying the scenery in the distance, I can see the far away." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info you can see distant stars, all of which are spherical land.

As for whether there are people living in it, it is impossible to know, and I don't know if there is an aura, because it is too far away. ”

Zhong Zhen was curious, "Didn't Mr. want to go over and have a look?" ”

Mr. Wu shook his head, "This is my home, and I want to watch this land all the time." There are new people, or different people, and a whole star is inhabited by people with three heads and six arms, and what do those have to do with me? ”

Zhong Zhen smiled slightly, the three-headed and six-armed person probably had something to do with the apricot blossom.

Li Huaixu misses the old apricot tree in his hometown, but he will never hesitate to throw that tree away. Unless he is going to die, he will not return to his roots.

There is a kind of man called the prodigal son, which is said to refer to such a person.

Mr. Wu hopes that one day, all the floating islands will be reunited, and this land can once again become a whole ball.

So he won't leave.

But it didn't prevent him from building farm tools and some useless magic weapons in a place where there was not much aura in Yizhongtian.

That kind of magic weapon that can see the stars is not of much use to immortal cultivators. It must not kill anyone, and it may break if it touches the fragile crystal piece inside.

It definitely can't be compared with space treasures.

Space treasures are the main culprits that caused the land to crack.

The land is confined, and that's just one thing.

When the first space magic weapon is successfully refined, there will be a second and a third.

The owner of the treasure originally just used this thing to raise demon beasts, grow spirit grass, and obtain resources.

However, one day, they found that there were villages and crowds in the small world, so they found that there were still children with spiritual roots, so they taught them the basic method of cultivating immortals.

Because of the unequal strength, the master of the space is tantamount to the existence of a god, so there will be followers and people who believe in them.

There are high platforms, statues, and people kowtow to worship.

In the process, the master of the space discovered a magical power called the power of faith, which comes from the minds of the believers.

The power of belief can be said to be a power that makes immortal cultivators happy even more than aura. In the fight, believe in power to improve one's divine sense, increase the control of the realm, and just a powerful coercion can crush opponents of the same level.

What is even more pleasing is that this power brings vitality to the monks, makes the aging younger, and replenishes the heavenly soul exhaustion.

With this kind of power, powerful immortal cultivators no longer need to worry about the decline of celestials and humans, and they will become real celestials.

In the outside world, a fellow immortal cultivator, even if he is a little qi refining cultivator, it is impossible for him to hand over his future to another immortal cultivator. Because they are not so ignorant, but the monks in the small world are different, and those people know nothing about the outside world.

The power of faith is so strong, with the first person to eat crabs, there will be a second one soon, and the space treasure has become extremely important.

The owners of many space magic weapons will perform miracles and build statues in a new group of people in the small world, so that those monks who only know the most basic kung fu will worship them.

If you want to get the most mental power, you have to use the space treasure as your natal magic weapon. Rice with severed heads is also eaten because the benefits involved are too great.

Moreover, because once it becomes his natal magic weapon, it can be put in the dantian, and no one can snatch it.

At that time, it was commonplace to have a natal magic weapon, and the space magic weapon was still very rare, so the monks did not hesitate to recognize this object.

With this thing, there are more resources than others, and there is no shortage of materials for practicing in the alchemy refiner, which is beyond the reach of the monks next to him.

Coupled with the power of faith from the small world, it is basically invincible.

Everything looks very beautiful, as if with the magic weapon of space, you will become a real immortal in the future, transcend all impermanence, and enter the immortal mansion to become a sage.

The saying of the Mandate of Heaven began around that time. Whoever picks up the magic weapon of space is the person of destiny.

But they don't want to think about it, the space magic weapon they picked up used to have an owner. Where did those masters go?

The answer is telekinesis.

There is no such thing as nothing in this world that is not earned for nothing, and the power of the mind gives them new vitality and also takes away their vitality. Their cultivation is not enough to support the mental power provided by countless people, and they are not gods but want to do the things of gods, and once their mental power decreases slightly, the heavenly soul begins to fail.

Once the Heavenly Soul is completely lost, the person will die.

Mental power can't last forever.

Time is very cruel, and people's forgetfulness is also very cruel.

The old believers who died, the new ones, had never seen the "miracles" and had already understood that the so-called "miracles" were nothing more than a monk who had advanced cultivation doing something that they could not do.

From then on, let the statue be pooped by crows, and will not worship at all.

The owners of the space magic weapon have died countless times under the exhaustion of the heavenly soul, and the magic weapon itself will also be damaged to varying degrees.

If this spatial treasure is not completely destroyed, the new owner will not hesitate to continue to use it as a natal magic weapon, and dare not let anyone know.

Here's where the real urging comes in.

Because it is damaged and cracked, the rules begin to change and become similar to the outside world. In the process of tinkering and adding materials, the small world is getting bigger and bigger and more uncontrolled.

Finally, one day, it is no longer a small world, but a big world that communicates with the outside world.

However, this thing was forcibly stuffed into the dantian of a certain high-ranking monk.

As a result, the huge space magic weapon exploded, and the monk died.

In a certain "glorious" era that Mr. Wu remembers, there were many Mahayana monks, and the aura was much richer than it is now.

However, suddenly, as if it was an appointment, every few hundred or thousands of years, there will be an incident of spatial collapse.

The high-ranking monk died to smithereens, and the small world inside him shattered.

Although there are almost no people left in the small world, the impact on the outside world is also extremely great, and it is slowly falling apart. The little patches of land that splattered out were countless floating islands.

The big ones have become the abandoned land of today, and there are heavy and heavy heavens.

Having lived in Xinghua Village for many days, Zhong Zhen learned everything about the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or felt it earlier.

The place where she stepped into her cultivation was called Xinghua Village.

Now I understand the truth of cultivating immortals, and it is also in a place called Xinghua Village.

The former Xinghua Village is already a wasteland, the apricot tree has died, and next to the old tree root, there is a statue of the ancestor of the pit Xinghua.

Birds constantly flew by, perched on top of the statue's head, emptying the stomach of its contents.

The Xinghua Village here is full of life.

This vitality was actually brought by Mr. Wu, who had just set foot on this land, and the tens of thousands of miles of land in all directions had long been barren, but slowly, like a thorny flower blooming from the dust, blooming again.

There are new passers-by who are beginning to settle down.

In addition to Xinghua Village, many nearby villages and many county towns are all flowers one by one. (To be continued.) )