With the opening of the powerful defensive spirit array, Cheng Wushuang took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and took out the origin willow leaf that the willow god had given him before.

This willow leaf, which looks crystal clear and has a jade color, is only the size of a middle finger, and it is covered with strange veins, like the meridians in Wu Xiu's body.

If you look closely, above those veins, there is a strange rune, these runes look like words, as long as you inject spiritual power, you will find that these words will magically beat and flow along those veins.

As long as he used his divine sense to scan these sigils, Cheng Wushuang would find that this small sigil contained an incomparably huge power.

This power, as if interpreting the evolution of life, has a sense of mystery, which makes people feel that they have stepped into a magical realm at a glance.

"Sure enough, this willow leaf is extraordinary. ”

Cheng Wushuang muttered to himself, and immediately stopped wasting time, and injected a huge spiritual power into the willow leaf, and immediately, these spiritual powers began to devour and refine this willow leaf in a frenzy.

A monstrous and strange power of perception was devoured by Cheng Wushuang's spiritual power, and it was frantically guided out from the willow leaves.

The power of that perception was extremely mysterious, and it suddenly conjured up a magical spiritual illusion, pushing Cheng Wushuang's consciousness into it.

At a glance, Cheng Wushuang saw the endless dimensional world from this illusion, every tree, exuding a sense of ancient vicissitudes, on this continent, there are thousands of races, the gods are vast, and many ancient tribes are proud to embark on the road of the strong, competing against each other, and fighting in the sky.

Such a style renders the tragedy and desolation of life, and there is a faint sense of mission and reincarnation.

After just a few glances, Cheng Wushuang took a deep breath, he understood that all the scenes in front of him were the pictures left by Liu Shen in the previous era, that is, the ancient era.

This plane is estimated to be the Earth God Realm at that time!

If Cheng Wushuang wants to comprehend life and further enhance the power of the holy text obtained from the trace of comprehension in his body, he must carefully observe this picture of the ancient era, steal the heavenly machine from it, and comprehend the power of the saint rank.

The reason why the saint rank has a holy word is that it is at this level of power, full of extraordinary understanding of the avenue of heaven and earth and the avenue of life.

This kind of perception is a spiritual transcendence, and at the same time, a physical transcendence.

If you want to be holy, you have to be extraordinary!

And the so-called mortal is a kind of weakness.

Under the rank of saints, everything is mortal, their lives are short, their thoughts are limited, and even their spiritual consciousness is relatively weak.

The people under the saint cannot resist the bombardment of various laws, and can only live according to the laws of the world created by the ancient gods, even if they die, they cannot exceed the shackles set by this law.

The true saint, on the other hand, is an existence that can transcend the power of the law and override the law.

This is like Na Suluo, who only has the strength of the Immortal Feather Realm, but it is enough to be on par with those demigods who have the law, and even with the power of the Holy Text, he can easily explode the power of the law.

"My bloodline divine energy is the existence of the transcendent law, and this power already contains a form of saint!"

Cheng Wushuang was silent in the process of cultivation, one day, two days, three days, several days passed, and it was not until a full month passed that he realized this sentence.

If you want to truly enter the saint rank, you must transcend the power of the law, and this power is the transformation of the soul and the evolution of the body.

Only a life that transcends mortal mortals can break the law and become transcendent.

And Cheng Wushuang himself already has this power, but he has never felt it well, and now in a month's time, after being touched by the willow leaves, he suddenly understands this truth.

In an instant, Cheng Wushuang opened his eyes, and in those eyes, a silver-white light like a bright moon suddenly flashed.

With his hands spread out, a powerful and terrifying holy text spun at an astonishing speed.

This holy text is not the same as ordinary holy texts, but the original holy texts, and each one represents the strength and weakness of the level.

After Cheng Wushuang condensed a holy text, he condensed the second holy text again, and then the third holy text also appeared one after another.

In the end, until the Nine Sacred Texts appeared, they could no longer condense the power of the Holy Texts.

Cheng Wushuang's face was red at the moment, and his forehead was even more sweaty.

The willow leaves given by the willow god were almost all refined by him, and the plane maps of the ancient times were also thoroughly observed, so that the nine origin holy texts could be born in his hands.

Although these nine Origin Sacred Texts could not make him reach the rank of a saint, they were enough to achieve a half-saint!

Rumble!

Cheng Wushuang's hands were sealed, and the nine Origin Sacred Texts were fused together at an astonishing speed, and an astonishing coercion broke through the blockade of the Spirit Array directly and in a violent way.

Wow!

The entire small courtyard was shrouded by the coercive power of the holy text.

The moon veil in the room next to Cheng Wushuang was also slightly shocked in her heart at this moment, and immediately pursed her lips and chuckled, the power of Cheng Wushuang's holy text is different from those ordinary holy texts.

As a demon clan, he deeply knew that among the ranks of the human race, there were also levels, divided into ancient saints, ancient saints, and desolate ancient saints!

Cheng Wushuang's strength has at least reached the level of the Ancient Sage.

However, the power of this holy text is a little less spiritual and domineering, which makes Yuesha frown, and the secret path Cheng Wushuang should only have stepped into the saint rank with half a foot and reached the level of a half-saint.

The difference between a semi-saint and a saint is that there is a spirituality of life!

This kind of spirituality can make the sacred text change at will, interpret all things in the world, and even replace the law.

At present, the power of the holy text released by Cheng Wushuang is far from being comparable to the real holy text.

"This guy is still quite powerful, he was still at the Dao body level two months ago, and he reached the half-saint level in two months, and his talent is good. Yuesha lay limply on the bed, her eyes flowing, and she praised.

At this time.

Cheng Wushuang restrained his momentum, and the coercion of the holy text in the entire small courtyard also disappeared suddenly.

Cheng Wushuang could feel that now, even if he really fought with Su Luo, he would become extremely relaxed, and his holy power was ordinary.

And at this moment, the guardian formation of the courtyard produced a strange fluctuation.

"Someone's coming?"

Cheng Wushuang sensed this fluctuation, and immediately his consciousness moved, and he saw a delicate white shadow.

"Bai Lan Piaoxue, why is she here?"

Cheng Wushuang was a little surprised, then sorted out his clothes and walked out.