Xiao Lang re-connected to the game, sat in the cabin honestly, adjusted the experience diversion limit of the "Immortal Extreme Primordial Sutra" to 20%, and began to meditate and cultivate.

This is a variant of "offline cultivation", and the speed of experience acquisition is three or four percent faster.

For the player, this is quite boring, nothing can be done, nothing needs to be operated, just sitting, the only thing that can be done is to watch the experience bar slowly rise like a snail.

You can't speak, and you can't connect the communicator to talk to others on the phone for a long time, and you can chat with the help of the system's private message function at most, but this kind of function has many restrictions, and it is impossible to use it as a mobile phone text message.

Therefore, almost all players would rather choose to cultivate offline than sit in place online. If Xiao Lang hadn't been left and right, he wouldn't have done this at all, not that he couldn't bear the loneliness, but this was really not efficient, even if he was asked to go back and brush the enemy soldiers of level 1 or 2 now, it would be much more comfortable than now.

This is also the player, who doesn't understand anything, and changes to the NPCs in the [Fantasy World], and I don't know how much to envy these so-called inhuman talents in their mouths:

It is said that you can start cultivating when you start cultivating, and you don't need to meditate and forget about things and self at all, even if you sit in the downtown area, you can still cultivate peacefully as usual; There is no need to communicate with the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, there is no need to nourish one's body with the Yuan Qi, and there is no need to cross the Yuan Qi to run for a few weeks, it can end at any time, and there are other things in the mind, and the last thing that the indigenous NPC can understand is that the aliens can actually cultivate while sleeping.

Players don't know the difficulties of local NPC cultivation, and also, for players, they are here to play, not to cultivate into thousand-year-old monsters.

Xiao Lang couldn't understand the text on the "Immortal Primordial Sutra", if it weren't for his own "illiterate", Xiao Lang would have liked to try how NPCs were cultivated to see what the difference was between them and players.

Time flies not slowly, Xiao Lang is just like ordinary people, resting and eating normally, treating the online as work, just putting on a good posture to practice, occasionally interrupting the process during the period, going to chat with Xiaotian and them on the phone, talking about the mountains, occasionally visiting the forum, and seeing if there is any new content.

Two days later, about the same as flying to the vicinity of Lutai Mountain, Yan Wunuo came to Xiao Lang's cabin early, didn't say any nonsense, helped Xiao Lang's shoulder, and at the same time waved his right hand and put the flying boat in his sleeve.

This time Xiao Lang was in the flying boat, what he saw and felt was completely different from the one in Xin'an City, as if the wooden plank beside him gradually turned into colorless and transparent bubbles, and all the scenery outside changed from blurry to clear, and he was in the middle of white clouds, giving people an illusion that it was not real and unreal.

When you lower your head, you can't see the earth at all, and everywhere you go, it seems that everything is a milky white mist, and it can't be said that you are in a fairyland, but this kind of experience, Xiao Lang is really the first time to encounter it.

As the bubble turned into a ray of blue light, the Aoki Flying Boat also returned to Yan Wunuo's body, and Yan Wunuo grabbed Xiao Lang and slowly descended from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

Of course, this slowness is only relative. Xiao Lang is a bounty hunter, how could he not have jumped the parachute, how could he not know what it is like to have gravitational acceleration? Obviously, gravity is not comparable to Yan Wunuo's speed.

For the first time, someone grabbed the neckline so lightly, and leaped down from a thousand miles in the sky, Xiao Langrao was extremely tenacious, and he couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp and his eyelids jumped.

This tactile nerve sensitivity is really not false, Xiao Lang's choice of the value is full, almost the same as the real one, the Gangfeng in the air is like a sharp flying knife, maybe if it weren't for Yan Wunuo's protection, Xiao Lang hasn't fallen to the ground yet, and his health will bottom out.

It took a few minutes for Xiao Lang to penetrate the clouds, but before his eyes could be fully opened, he saw a mountain peak stabbing towards him like a sheathed sword.

At this moment, this mountain is no longer a mountain, it is a murderous sword, and it is a dignified sword that cuts people, without any moves, without any fancy, only with an indescribable momentum, a general trend of indomitable and unrelenting, slashing at Xiao Lang.

There are many exquisitely structured buildings on the mountain peaks, and there are also many sky-shattering scenic spots, but at this moment, Xiao Lang can't see these at all, and everywhere he looks, it is a sword, a mountain sword that has no handle and no peak, but can pierce the sky!

Xiao Lang suddenly seemed to be able to move freely in the sky, but even if Xiao Lang could move freely, under this giant sword that seemed to be the majesty of heaven and earth, he could only watch it, getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

I don't know how long time has passed. It should be very fast, according to the previous speed, the distance from the clouds to the top of the mountain may be in the blink of an eye, but in Xiao Lang's eyes, that sword, unhurried, approached his eyes and his heart step by step, not giving himself the possibility of blinking at all.

There was no wheezing, perhaps, because Xiao Lang had no respite at all.

Xiao Lang's mind was forced into a blank by the general trend of this mountain sword, and he was not allowed to think about anything else at all, he could only feel the approach of this sword, and felt that death was getting closer and closer to him.

The old man, the boss, the sister, the major, Xiaotian, Xiaoci, Xue Yan, Bluetooth, Lao Dao.

Shaolin Temple, Wandering, Club, Eternal Night, Second Heaven, Fantasy World.

Disobeying Xiao Lang's own will, these pictures flashed out of Xiao Lang's mind one by one, flashed and disappeared, and somehow, the picture stopped at the old Dao's decisive sword.

"Three talents, heaven and earth, Tianhe people are swords! Caijian, get up for me, get up! ”

The bloodied old man, in the picture, seems to be saying something to Xiao Lang, but it seems that Xiao Lang can't hear it clearly because of the distance.

But Xiao Lang seemed to vaguely feel what Lao Dao wanted to say to him, and before he could savor it, the whole picture was like a glass falling to the ground from a height of 100 meters, shattering, scattering and disappearing.

Then scattered, and the general trend of the mountain sword that filled Xiao Lang's mind just now, Xiao Lang At this time, the spiritual platform was empty, and what he thought in his mind was no longer the thing in front of him, but the sword of the old way.

In the face of the trend of death, you can only deal with it with a decisive heart!

"Three talents, heaven and earth, heaven and earth are my sword!"

Xiao Lang seemed to have no teacher, and silently recited the sword technique of [Cai Sword], and even Xiao Lang didn't expect that a stream of heat poured into his body from outside his body, flowing through the various acupoints and veins around his body, gushing out from his fingers, and forming a colorless qi sword with a length of a zhang.

At this moment, it seemed that even the general trend of the mountain sword could not stop Xiao Lang's [Talent Sword], every time Xiao Lang advanced a point, the mountain sword took a step back, but the price was bright red blood, which slowly flowed out of Xiao Lang's seven orifices, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Xiao Lang didn't care about this, and let the blood flow, that is, advance, advance, and advance again, until he shattered the general trend of this mountain sword, or he was crushed.

"Heaven and earth are unmerciful, one person dares to cut heaven and earth!"

Somehow, Xiao Lang himself didn't know that a strange word came out of his mouth, but as the words fell, the colorless qi sword at his fingertips was actually pulled out by a foot, and then shot towards the mountain sword.

Xiao Lang could clearly feel that he was being dragged by this inexplicable qi sword, but Xiao Lang didn't think about controlling it in turn, but with this domineering sword qi, he took advantage of this domineering sword qi and slashed towards the mountain sword.

At this moment, Xiao Lang no longer seemed to be as calm as usual, and he didn't think that even if the sword qi could withstand it, it was impossible for his weak body to withstand such a violent impact.

Do you die, or do I die?

At this moment, it seems that it is no longer an ordinary problem.