"Shhhh

Everyone gasped and couldn't help but sweat for Shao Lao. Is there really anything remarkable about this old man? Or does he already feel that he has lived all his life and has no love for him, so he is playing tricks here?

"Hmph, I hope that when my master comes, Old Shao can tell him what you just said, word for word!"

"A word is a certainty!" Shao Lao put the hat on his head, and his tone was very indifferent, as if the hammer tyrant that everyone was in awe of was really just a junior who was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"You!" Mo Wuxian knew that today's dumb loss was decided.

He really didn't expect that the stunt that had always been exclusive to him and his colleagues, snatching the merit points of his peers or the secret room, would be inflicted on him today. This is really the way of the other to give back to the other, Mo Wuxian felt that his heart was blocked and panicked, and he wanted to kill a few people on the spot to vent his anger.

"Okay, Old Man Shao, you have a kind!" Mo Wuxian snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

And when his figure disappeared from people's field of vision, people found that Shao Lao had long since disappeared. Of course, those disciples who left later found that the old man was covering the door with that huge hat, dozing off at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, as if he would never wake up, making people unable to imagine the majesty when he forced Mo Wuxian to retreat just now.

After Long Haotian entered the secret room, he did not start cultivating immediately. Although the sound insulation of the secret room is good, it is not difficult for him to listen to the outside world with his spiritual powers. There was a lesson before, although Shao Lao's hat was over, he didn't dare to be too big.

When Mo Wuxian hit the hat, the loud noise had worried him, but when Shao Lao came forward, Long Hao was truly relieved.

However, now another thought appeared in his mind, that is, what kind of treasure was this hat? He had read countless treasures in his previous life, and it was impossible to remember them all. However, he always seemed to feel that this hat had a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.

However, when the crowd outside dispersed, Long Haotian still retracted his thoughts, after all, the most important thing at the moment was to comprehend the "Thousand Cracks" as soon as possible.

Pressing his palm on the Holy Soul Diagram, and at the same time completely infusing the soul power into it, Long Haotian's body seemed to be in a magical space again.

It is still the ancient and boundless wasteland, the strong wind blows, the loess is full of sky, the clouds are thick, and the silver snake shuttles.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, the earth of the wasteland began to tremble, and the sound of heavy footsteps came from far and near, and with it, a shocking momentum. It was as if thousands of troops and horses followed, and it was as if thousands of war drums thundered in unison.

But when Long Haotian looked around, there was only one lonely warrior between heaven and earth. There was no dust behind him, for he was the only one. However, just from him alone, he can exude the power of thunder like thousands of troops, and the strength of this person can be seen.

Today's Long Haotian, after all, is just a martial artist who refines the Star Realm, and it is difficult to accurately judge his realm for people whose cultivation is too much higher than himself. But at this moment, he faintly had a feeling that this martial artist's cultivation might have broken through the limits of human beings and reached the height of the Vajra Realm, as if he had become a Venerable.

Of course, how many levels he had reached in the Vajra Realm, Long Haotian couldn't accurately judge. And what he could judge was that this person's cultivation was probably above the middle level of the Vajra Realm.

"In the history of the Purple Cloud Sect, has there ever been such a terrifying powerhouse?" Long Haotian was secretly surprised.

You must know that the powerhouses of the mid-level Vajra Realm, not to mention in the Purple Cloud Monarch Country, even the Purple Gold Alliance, and even the category of the Dragon Bird Ridge, are all top-level existences. Therefore, Long Haotian really couldn't imagine that such a person would appear in the Holy Soul Diagram of the Purple Cloud Sect's Zhenzong stunt.

Just as he was pondering, suddenly, the lonely warrior raised his head and looked at the silver snake shuttling through the sky.

At this moment, under his gaze, the thick clouds gradually dispersed. But the ensuing scene was even more shocking. If it weren't for the fact that Long Haotian was already accustomed to seeing big scenes, I am afraid that young people who saw this kind of scene for the first time would be so frightened that they would fall to the ground.

I saw that above the clouds, countless huge war drums appeared, and next to the war drums, there was a strong warrior holding a drumstick, wearing dazzling armor, like a heavenly soldier.

"Knock knock!"

The drums sounded, and the sound was like thunder. The concussive sound waves made the earth and people's hearts tremble fiercely. A crack appeared on the ground like a spider's web, and the huge place could make a person fall from it forever.

After a few moments, the drumming became fierce and chaotic. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heavenly soldiers and generals sang their war drums in unison, and finally the sound wave surpassed the limit of the human ear. , as if everything had fallen silent again.

When his hearing seemed to be useless, he watched a series of sharp flashes fall from the surface of the drum, turning into nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lightning bolts, slashing down towards the lonely warrior. Heaven and earth have long turned into thunderclouds and a sea of lightning. If all of this is a person whose true cultivation is insufficient, even if they are a hundred miles away, I am afraid that they will still be blown into powder by the terrifying aftermath.

"Broken!"

In an instant, I saw two terrifying rays of light shoot out of the warrior's eyes, and then his body burst into brilliant light. Immediately after, a huge phantom appeared behind him, which was exactly like himself, and looked so real that it was as if his own body had suddenly skyrocketed.

"The fifth level of the King Kong Realm!" Long Haotian secretly exclaimed.

When the cultivation of a warrior reaches the Vajra realm, the martial soul will be completely awakened, and it will be regarded as a Vajra Warrior, like the protector of the Buddha beside him.

Suddenly, the martial artist of this Vajra Realm fought fiercely with the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts. In the void, the light is bright, and every burst of brilliance will ecly the sun. The fierce battle was fought to the extreme, and finally the light almost surpassed the limits of human eyes. The elephant is invisible, and everything is beyond words.

Long Haotian closed his eyes and even gave up hearing. Completely divide your soul power into endless particles, merge into this vast sea of thunderclouds and lightning, and feel the invisible terrifying power of this ******** elephant.

Finally, everything was calm again, and the dust settled. The lonely warrior, along with the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heavenly soldiers and generals in the void and their war drums, disappeared at the same time. The wasteland was still so lonely, as if no one had ever been there.

However, the corners of Long Haotian's mouth showed a hint of a smile. Because the essence of this "thousand cracks" has been integrated into his soul.

He could already clearly feel that his "hundred cracks" had reached the realm of transformation. The next thing he had to do was to pierce this last layer of paper, from nine hundred and ninety-nine to one thousand, from "one hundred cracks" to "one thousand cracks".

(End of chapter)