Miaoguang?

Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and the storm in his chest stopped.

Miaoguang, also known as Sumeru.

Miaoguang Mountain, also known as Sumeru Mountain.

Mount Meru, based on the four wheels of wind, water, metal and earth, is 84,000 miles high, 2 million miles, and has 33 days.

A thousand small worlds are a small thousand worlds, a thousand middle worlds are one middle thousand worlds, a thousand large worlds are a large thousand worlds, a total of three thousand large worlds, all in Sumeru.

However, no matter how big the land is, no matter how wide the realm is, it only exists in the thoughts of Emperor Shitian.

It is for mustard seeds.

Mustard Fuchang, Sumeru is wide.

Void is one, if there is no reality.

Ye Changsheng silently recited the magic sound of the empowerment, puzzled by its meaning.

The mustard seeds in the space of the five-story tower, the light became more and more empty, and suddenly, one after another thoughts flowed out, pouring into the depths of Ye Changsheng's soul.

Ye Changsheng's eyes lit up like morning stars, and he finally understood what the power of the Fifth Layer Floating Slaughter was.

Mustard Sumeru, there is no reality, in the void, they are one size.

Suddenly, Ye Changsheng's body swelled rapidly, as if it had been blown up.

In the blink of an eye, he was a giant.

He sat cross-legged on his knees on the sword stand, and the top of his head was already attached to the roof wall of the sword room.

At this time, he is more like this sword room, the master of this sword sea.

Everything was under his gaze, rows of strict sword stands, like chopsticks, and the long swords hanging on the sword stand were like embroidery needles.

He stretched out a finger and picked it slightly, and the sword frame that had no end in sight was gently picked up by him.

The jingle sound sounded, and the corners of Ye Changsheng's mouth hooked a canyon-like smile, and he put the sword stand back in its place.

He looked at his coat again in amazement, and reached out to touch it.

It is said that the barbarians of the Far North are proficient in a kind of madness, and once they go berserk, their bodies will skyrocket, and they will become giants who stand tall in the sky and the earth, and have infinite power.

Yet their bodies will skyrocket, but their clothes will never be, let alone the weapons they wear.

This is also Ye Changsheng's incredible place, his body has become bigger, and the clothes on his body have also become bigger!

Not only has the clothes become bigger, the ring on the finger, and the demon ring have all become larger, but they are still easy to control without the slightest hindrance.

Ye Changsheng looked at himself curiously, and muttered: "Mustard Sumeru, the void is one, probably my clothes and accessories, and even myself, are not reality." ”

With a bang, Ye Changsheng shrank rapidly and returned to his original appearance.

Except for some swelling pains in the body, there are no sequelae.

It's just that the mustard seed in the fifth-floor floating slaughter space has dimmed a lot.

Ye Changsheng's soul instantly locked onto the mustard seed, and the mustard seed quickly enlarged in his mind.

Now I can see clearly, the surface of the mustard seed is covered with fluff, no more, no less, seventy-two.

Seventy-one hairs were dull, and only one, half to be exact, shimmered brightly.

"This is probably the same as the four-story tower, the fluff of mustard seeds, which represents the energy level. Ye Changsheng guessed.

Now, in his four-story floating space, there are a total of seventy-two delicate ink lotuses floating, each of which has full petals and is crystal clear.

When Ye Changsheng activates the self-healing ability of "Ink Lotus", it will consume the little Ink Lotus in the Futu space.

Mustard seeds only have half a fluff shiny, which can probably support Ye Changsheng's transformation for a while, and it is not enough for him to do a test.

Ye Changsheng calmed down, lowered his eyes again, and activated the "Secret Record of Futu".

The black storm in his chest rose again, and the surging evil qi was transformed into the energy of the Floating Slaughter, and it continued to flow towards the fifth-level Floating Slaughter.

After this promotion, Ye Changsheng's body has also strengthened a lot, and his meridians have become more flexible, so even though the transformation efficiency of evil qi has increased again, he can also adapt.

In the vast space of the five-story tower, the black mist is rolling, and the delicate fluff of the mustard seed flashes with fine light.

One, two, three,......

The fourth day passed, and Ye Changsheng lit up eight mustard hairs.

Eight is enough.

Ye Changsheng stopped cultivating and strode towards the emptiest front hall of the Hidden Sword Room.

With a whoosh, the Immortal Sword flew over happily and hovered above Ye Changsheng's head.

It can be seen that after eating a big meal for four days in a row, whether it is momentum or complexion, the Immortal Sword is even better than before.

Ye Changsheng smiled: "It's just in time!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the immortal sword flew over, and the hilt automatically fell into Ye Changsheng's hand.

The flow speed sword pendant of the colorful star sand is still there, and the spirit snake coiled on the hilt is also still there, all of which quickly adjust their shape, perfectly fitting with the immortal sword and the master's palm.

Call!

The Immortal Sword, the Colorful Star Sand, and the Purple Shadow Spirit Snake, before they could figure out what was going on, they were horrified to find that they had become bigger!

In the front hall of the Hidden Sword Room, Ye Changsheng, who had transformed into a giant, had long silver hair like a waterfall, flowing straight down and hanging on Ye Changsheng's shoulders.

The immortal sword in his hand skyrocketed tenfold, reaching ten meters long.

Ye Changsheng swung the giant sword a few times, without the slightest rustiness and condensation, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

It's a pity that the hidden sword room is only more than ten meters high, and it can't test the limit that he can reach after transforming.

Not daring to make drastic movements, Ye Changsheng could only gently swing the long sword, allowing his soul to quickly merge with this huge body.

The mustard seeds of the five-layer floating tu, the light flickered, and a fluff was extinguished.

A quarter of an hour later, the second mustard fluff was also extinguished.

It wasn't until there was still a fluff left that Ye Changsheng regained his body, and after releasing the Immortal Sword, he walked towards the collection area of another ancient sword.

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, and the storm in his chest rose again.

The powerful sword aura was quickly transformed into the power of the little Sumeru, and it continued to pour into the fifth-level floating slaughter space, and was absorbed by the mustard seeds like black beans.

The disciples of the Huixin Sect practice the Great Sumeru Force, so my five-layer Futu energy is called the Little Sumeru Force.

......

At dawn, the heavy gate of Furong City slowly opened, and more than a dozen fast horses rushed out of the doorway, and the guards who opened the door were caught off guard and dodged away in embarrassment.

They were about to curse when they suddenly saw the saddles of the mounts and quickly shut their mouths.

The people of the Gongsun royal family, how dare they provoke?

A dozen fast horses walked across the pontoon bridge, and when they reached the end, a dozen people turned over and dismounted, blocking the passage to death.

The middle-aged man led by him looked at the white-haired young man opposite with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Gongsun Kang, you have already made the family experience a disgrace, and I will never allow a second time!"

Gongsun Kang pressed his big hand on the black hilt of the sword, and said expressionlessly: "Whoever stands in my way, die!"

The black sword light escaped into the void, fleeting.

The middle-aged man opposite Gongsun Kang widened his eyes in shock, and a shallow line of blood extended from the center of his eyebrows to his chin.

Syllable!

The corpse was split in half, and Gongsun Kang strode through the middle, and the rain of blood that flew like a little flower fell all over his black robe and silver hair.