This is a question that has never been touched!

But it was so violent and profound that the shock on Mehal's face made him unable to recover for a long time, and when he looked at the Confucian poet in front of him again, his originally empty, godless, and somewhat numb eyes suddenly swept into madness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had a certain decision in mind!

"The mysteries of the world are all the ancestors who relied on the original earth, wind, water and fire, and then opened up in an alternative way, and manifested in the world through the birth of heaven and earth, each mystery represents some kind of magic!" The Confucian poet did not pause, continued to speak, and shook his head slightly at this point, "Unfortunately, there is no mystery of the sword in this world today, that is to say, you can't comprehend the mystery of the sword!"

The shocked look on Mehal's face gradually subsided, and there was no disappointment, on the contrary, a little hollowness and numbness in his eyes, and after the conversation in front of him, he dispersed a lot, beating crazy.

He had a bold decision!

"Ask the Confucian poets, how do you divide the mysteries? What are the details?"

Facing the dusk on the field, Mehal restrained his expression and bowed to the Confucian poet sitting high in the school, truly like a child student, bowing seriously and asking for advice. As for the picture of the school, under the pursuit, it seems that Bai Hong, a disciple who is in danger and extremely difficult, seems to be ignored at this time.

I didn't worry about Bai Hong's safety as before, and wanted to leave here.

"The division of the mysteries?" the Confucian poet nodded, somewhat satisfied with Mahal's advice, just like a teacher satisfied with his own students and disciples, "Actually, the power of humanity is a manifestation of the mystery, how can the power of humanity crush any strong person under the level of power? It is precisely because of the overriding of the mysteries!"

At this point, Mehal understood, the level of mystery, beyond the origin of the world, matter, above everything, it is this level of override, can be coerced, can be crushed by the strong below.

It can be seen from this that there is a gap between the supreme power and the earl!

Throughout the ages, countless heroes, heroes, and peerless powerhouses have fallen under the threshold of the powerful rank, and the probability of breaking through is so low that it is outrageous. The Southern Holy Court, which has gathered hundreds of millions of living beings and countless counts, has only more than two hundred and seventy supreme powers on the surface today, and these are thousands of years of accumulation!

"The mystery is above all living beings, and this is the power, the supreme power!" The Confucian poet's tone was profound, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger, "Detailed, you can see the earl level as the golden core realm, the golden core comprehends the origin, and this comprehension is the mystery, the mystical comprehension, and it must be derived and carried by the origin!"

Mahal listened carefully and did not dare to omit anything from what the Confucian poets had said.

"And once you comprehend and derive your own mysteries, you will really step into the mysteries of the mysteries, and you can try to break through the power, but this kind of bearing has a nearly ninety percent chance of death!" The Confucian poet continued, his words full of warnings, "The carrying of the mysteries is not an easy task, if you are not careful, the power of the mysteries can smash the peerless powerhouse in an instant!"

"The mystical comprehension will be powerful!" the Confucian poet told about the realm of great power, opening a new and majestic gateway for Mehal, "Similar to the origin, the great power of the mystery is divided into nine layers, for ordinary people, it is a layer of mystery corresponding to a realm, and there are exceptions to the comprehension of heavenly arrogance and demons. ”

Just like the Heavenly Sword Fairy Bai Hong, she is a world-famous powerhouse who has just broken through the supreme power, but she has the mysteries of the seven layers, and once she is played, the seven supreme powers who besieged her all retreated.

As he listened carefully, digesting the information that was useful to him, his eyes sparkling, and just as the Confucian poet said this, and wanted to continue, his eyes jumped, and he interjected.

"Ask the Confucian poets, can someone comprehend the nine-layer mystery when he is in the consummation of the Divine Source Realm?"

"In the long history, there are, but these demons are only comprehended, and before they have been played, they have fallen, exploded and died!" The Confucian poet was stunned and directly answered Mahal's question, "Of course, there are also those that have not fallen, but those that exist, too few and too little, are all legends!"

Hearing this, Mahal's heart was hot, like something blazing, gushing out.

This is a question that has never been touched!

But it was so violent and profound that the shock on Mehal's face made him unable to recover for a long time, and when he looked at the Confucian poet in front of him again, his originally empty, godless, and somewhat numb eyes suddenly swept into madness.

He had a certain decision in mind!

"The mysteries of the world are all the ancestors who relied on the original earth, wind, water and fire, and then opened up in an alternative way, and manifested in the world through the birth of heaven and earth, each mystery represents some kind of magic!" The Confucian poet did not pause, continued to speak, and shook his head slightly at this point, "Unfortunately, there is no mystery of the sword in this world today, that is to say, you can't comprehend the mystery of the sword!"

The shocked look on Mehal's face gradually subsided, and there was no disappointment, on the contrary, a little hollowness and numbness in his eyes, and after the conversation in front of him, he dispersed a lot, beating crazy.

Facing the dusk on the field, Mehal restrained his expression and bowed to the Confucian poet sitting high in the school, truly like a child student, bowing seriously and asking for advice. As for the picture of the school, under the pursuit, it seems that Bai Hong, a disciple who is in danger and extremely difficult, seems to be ignored at this time.

I didn't worry about Bai Hong's safety as before, and wanted to leave here.

"The division of the mysteries?" the Confucian poet nodded, somewhat satisfied with Mahal's advice, just like a teacher satisfied with his own students and disciples, "Actually, the power of humanity is a manifestation of the mystery, how can the power of humanity crush any strong person under the level of power? It is precisely because of the overriding of the mysteries!"

At this point, Mehal understood, the level of mystery, beyond the origin of the world, matter, above everything, it is this level of override, can be coerced, can be crushed by the strong below.

Throughout the ages, countless heroes, heroes, and peerless powerhouses have fallen under the threshold of the powerful rank, and the probability of breaking through is so low that it is outrageous. The Southern Holy Court, which has gathered hundreds of millions of living beings and countless counts, has only more than two hundred and seventy supreme powers on the surface today, and these are thousands of years of accumulation!

"The mystery is above all living beings, and this is the power, the supreme power!" The Confucian poet's tone was profound, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger, "In detail, you can see the earl level as the golden core realm, and the golden core comprehends the origin, and this comprehension is the mystery, the mystery comprehension, and it must be derived and carried by the origin!" (To be continued.) )