In the spring of 957, the territory of thousands of miles on the west coast of Yinghai collapsed, and endless creatures disappeared without a trace.

In the winter of 957, the Nine Emperors Domain, the territory of the Yan State, was slaughtered, and no soul survived.

In the winter of 958, the water of Yinghai poured into Tianguo Wangtian City, and the city was annihilated in an instant, and there was no trace.

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For four consecutive years, strange things have occurred frequently, and people of all ethnic groups are panicking.

The human race, the sea race, the beast race, and the spirit races such as trees, grass, smoke and stones that do not eat the fireworks of the world, have all sent the strong to explore. But it has never worked.

The various ethnic groups that already distrust each other are even more suspicious, friction is frequent, and many strong people have fallen innocently.

Tian Nongxiang has been in retreat for four years.

He didn't want to retreat, but he couldn't. Because Master Bai Zu personally issued an edict to let him be grounded.

To say, Bai Zu is also very helpless. Today's Cangjiang is full of crises, and he is afraid that his apprentice, who loves to cause trouble, will invite trouble in vain. He had to protect his closed disciple. Because he vaguely felt that in the current situation, someone was setting up a chess game, and the person who could solve the chess game seemed to fall on his strange closed disciple. He didn't know why he had such thoughts, but he always felt that the Holy Body, the Imperial Law, and the Demon Blood appeared at the same time, which should have a lot to do with the current crisis. But as for what the relationship is, he can't figure it out.

In the Lingyun Pavilion, the monks of each pavilion have specializations. But in four years, Tian Nongxiang had learned most of the spells of Lingyun Pavilion. In the past, he lacked offensive and defensive methods, and when he was about to fight, he either ran away or resisted hard. In the past four years, this weakness has been completely remedied. He is confident that if he encounters Feng Annan's Kunlun fan again, he may have more than 20% of the ability to grab the fan at close range, and he will never be like back then, completely resisting with his body, making himself very embarrassed.

Tian Nongwu, Jing She, Grapevine, and Black Bull have all broken through to the early stage of the Condensation Realm in the past few years. Although their combat power is still far from that of Tian Nongxiang, at this level, they already have the strength to resist some strong clans, which makes the clansmen feel a lot more uplifted.

Even Lei Ling had been promoted to the Scattered Return Realm, and although the Qiankun Pan was in the middle stage of the Condensation Ascension Realm, his combat power was far from being comparable to that year. There are also many clansmen who have benefited from the spells of Lingyun Pavilion and have been promoted.

However, it is regrettable that in the past four years, Tian Nongxiang has remained in place.

As a result, not only the farmers were anxious, but the clansmen and even many monks of Lingyun Pavilion were anxious for him. An elder who opened a pavilion has not yet attained a high level of subordinate cultivation, and it is a joke to say it.

In fact, Tian Nongxiang himself was also puzzled. Isn't it that the accumulation of magic to a certain extent will boost the promotion? But at this time, the spells he has cultivated are far more than those of Wu Lao and Jing She, but why is there no sign of promotion? Moreover, every time he forcibly advances, the demon blood in the back of his head will be restless, and there is a kind of sign that he wants to break through the seal, which makes him unbearable, and even on two occasions, when he breaks through the threshold, the true flow in his body will suddenly disappear, making him like a mortal without any mana.

It's just weird. Bai Zu was also deeply puzzled. It stands to reason that the seal he set up should not affect the promotion of the Condensation Ascension Realm, but Tian Nongxiang has been blocked so far, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough. In this way, even Bai Zu doubted Tian Nongxiang's cultivation at this moment.

Indeed, his current aura is still stuck in the Scattered Return Realm, but his combat power far exceeds that of the Condensation Ascension Realm cultivator, and can even be crushed. Could it be that his cultivation was self-contained? It was already in the Condensation Realm, but it didn't seem to be quite like it.

On this day, the warm breeze is blowing and the spring is beautiful. Tian Nongxiang is dressed in white, with black hair and high plate, sitting on the back of a cow; the horizontal flute in his hand is melodious, and the thunder spirit and Qiankun pan lie quietly on his shoulders. The black bull walked long with four hooves, floating among the lofty mountains and mountains of Lingyun Pavilion.

This is a peculiar landscape, and I don't know how many monks up and down the Lingyun Pavilion are secretly envious in their hearts. This little uncle is really peculiar, as a scattered realm, he can let a condensation realm bull demon be willing to be his mount.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, I am so comfortable today, I actually came to my pavilion in person. A crisp sound sounded in front of the side.

Tian Nongxiang put away the flute, turned his head to look, and ran aimlessly to the Divine Intention Pavilion. In front of the Dharma, two monks were looking at him.

Tian Nongxiang smiled dumbly, "The letter comes from here, but there is no sense of comfort." ”

"Uncle Xiao, please, my master knows that you are coming, and we will greet you. ”

Tian Nongxiang was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Even I didn't know that I would come here, but your master knew first." ”

"The Divine Intention Pavilion originally had the ability to predict the unknown. The friar replied with a smile.

"Oh, this is the first time I've heard of it. Tian Nongxiang paused, and then said, "Then lead the way, your Divine Intention Pavilion is the most disturbing and soul-stirring, and the ordinary distance can also make people unable to distinguish between north and south." ”

The two friars laughed when they heard him say this. Because Tian Nongxiang has been in the Divine Intention Pavilion five times, each time he has been going around the pavilion gate for a long time, and he can't find the path. This matter was rumored to be a joke in Lingyun Pavilion as early as possible. But the two nuns didn't expect Tian Nongxiang to tell it directly, and the two giggled and didn't know how to answer.

Tian Nongxiang jumped off the back of the ox and stepped in.

At the entrance, a corridor is swirling, and when you step in, everything suddenly flows, and the heaven and the earth hang upside down. Touching the eyes, sometimes the snow peaks are thousands of miles, sometimes the waves are monstrous, sometimes like a lonely boat leaning on the railing, sometimes like a cliff overlook......

A short corridor seems to be looking at the scenery of the world.

His consciousness was involuntarily stimulated, and at the same time he was drawn by the ever-changing scenery, and he no longer knew where he was.

Tian Nongxiang collected his mind again and again, wanting to drive away the control of those scenery over him. But after several struggles, I couldn't stop.

The Pavilion of Divine Consciousness can drive living beings with their minds. Although the Divine Intention Pavilion Elder was only in the Condensation Ascension Realm, the power of the Divine Mind was incomparably powerful, and if it wasn't for a powerful Divine Soul person, no one would dare to make a mistake in front of her. However, the cultivation of the mind is difficult, and it requires the strength and strength of one's own innate thoughts, otherwise it will be difficult to advance, and it is also easy to be countered by people with strong souls. Therefore, there are very few disciples in the Divine Intention Pavilion, only sixteen people in total. But just a dozen people in this area are enough to fight against the powerful clans in the world, ordinary monks, no one dares to come to disturb them.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind, and Tian Nongxiang's body was stunned for a while. I don't know when, I have arrived in front of the main hall of the Divine Consciousness Pavilion. The female elder was smiling at him in the breeze.

Tian Nongxiang was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "The gate of the Divine Intention Pavilion is so close, but the road is difficult to find. ”

"Didn't you come in too?" said the female elder, raising her right hand slightly to let Tian Nongxiang into the main hall.

"I don't know when I'll be able to cultivate a spell like yours. Tian Nongxiang's tone was full of envy.

"The technique of divine thought, it can kill people invisibly, but it can also hurt oneself without realizing it," the female elder paused and continued, "This technique is too cold, I advise you not to learn it." ”

Tian Nongxiang said: "The elder refuses to teach me." ”

The female elder smiled slightly and said, "It's not that I don't want to teach, it's just that the technique of divine thought, cultivation is extremely difficult, and it is extremely difficult to advance." In the past 10,000 years in my realm, those who have cultivated this technique have all been confined to the realm of humanity, and no one has entered the realm of gods, let alone entered the realm of immortals. ”

Tian Nongxiang was stunned, "Is it so difficult?"

The female elder looked at him and nodded slightly, "With your bone root qualifications, your cultivation is unlimited. Don't get entangled in this kind of side branch spell and block your path to cultivating immortals. ”

Tian Nongxiang was relieved at this time, it turned out that any spell was a mixed pros and cons. Although the art of mind is strong, it is extremely difficult to promote personally, and although ordinary spells do not affect promotion, mana is limited after all. He sighed and said, "It's just that if I meet a master of ideas in the future, I'm afraid I'll suffer." ”