Suppressing all the conjectures in his heart, Zhao Xianzong's eyes swept over the thousands of planes in front of him like fireworks, although he couldn't understand everything, but he didn't get nothing, and Zhao Xianzong could barely distinguish one from the other from the low.

The more abundant the aura, the larger the area, the higher the plane, and vice versa.

But most of the planes are Zhao Xianzong has no clue, only a few planes are still within the scope of Zhao Xianzong's understanding, over the years, Zhao Xianzong has been able to know that these familiar worlds are not created out of thin air, nor are they the so-called world of the achievement of ideas, not so much that this is the world in the middle, but that these worlds already exist, but through some unknown channel, by those creatures in the mundane world, perceived, this is the so-called story.

It's like the memory of a creature in the long river of time, which is broken into countless parts, and by chance it is perceived by other creatures, and they think that it is their own inspiration.

Of course, there must be an element of polish in this, and these sporadic memories will not include all the characters of the entire plane, but only the people and things that those who remember them are the core.

And these people Zhao Xianzong called him the son of luck, it is not unreasonable, a peerless figure who moves the world deserves this title.

"That's you!"

The divine sense scanned back and forth several times, but he couldn't find any other planes, the unknown powerful plane Zhao Xianzong didn't dare to go, and the ordinary plane Zhao Xianzong didn't want to go, so these countless planes seemed to be many, but in fact, there were not many options left for Zhao Xianzong at this time, at least not as much as he imagined.

After choosing, Zhao Xianzong no longer hesitated, and stepped out directly, just going straight towards the long river of time.

"Click!"

With a slight cracking sound, the plane in front of Zhao Xianzong became bigger and bigger, and it became clearer and clearer, just now it seemed that the plane in the fog was extremely vast for a while, facing such a behemoth, and after feeling the huge pressure on it, even Zhao Xianzong gasped.

I've been fighting against the will of the plane for a long time, and I've felt its power several times, but this is the first time I've faced the entire plane like this, and this feeling is also the first time I've tried it, and it's really terrifying.

"Whew!"

This situation only lasted for a moment, the scenery in front of him suddenly flickered, Zhao Xianzong has appeared in a huge castle, the castle shape is simple, the whole architectural style is very strange, with the implicit and introverted of the East, and has the majesty of the West, heavy, and the material of the building is also extraordinary, although Zhao Xianzong does not know its value, but even if these materials are to be destroyed, it will take a lot of effort, which shows the extraordinary and precious nature of this thing.

But what is surprising is that in the castle made by such a heavenly treasure, there are few people at this time, and all of them are mortals, what a strange situation this is, no matter what kind of plane such a treasure is the object of competition for monks, but here it is the residence of mortals, have the people of this plane been so rich?

Zhao Xianzong frowned, he was very puzzled by this, but he didn't make a rash move, he still didn't know what plane this plane was at this time, but the plane will of this world was still at the regular level in perception, which means that there is very likely to be a big Luo here, or a quasi-saint, and maybe there is more than one!

"I just hope this is not the plane with the existence of the Western Sect, and I hope it is not the Supreme Immortal Realm, otherwise I will run away again!" Zhao Xianzong's figure left the castle in a flash, heading towards a powerful aura in the divine sense.

To know the actual news of a plane, the fastest way is to extract the exercises of the roulette wheel and the powerful monks of this plane, these two things are enough to understand the situation for yourself.

Rushing all the way through the void, it was only a moment, and Zhao Xianzong had already come to a big river tens of thousands of miles away from the place where he came.

The divine consciousness moved slightly again, and after feeling that a powerful aura thousands of miles away from him was still staying in place, Zhao Xianzong did not rush forward, although this aura faintly only had the cultivation of true immortals, but Zhao Xianzong still did not act, how strange are the methods of the monks of the heavens and all worlds, who can guarantee that the monks of this true immortal will not have the means to hurt themselves?

With a shake of his hands, a small Youlan array rose out of thin air, and Zhao Xianzong sat cross-legged, his thoughts going directly to the system.

"Extract the exercises!"

"Ding! The Scattered Heart Sutra is complete, the original Flood Desolation Powerful Red Cloud's natal exercises, do you accept it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xianzong's face that should have been calm suddenly appeared, and the four words of the great power of the desolation are enough to explain the problem, if you guess correctly, this red cloud, also known as the ancestor of the red cloud, is the first red cloud between heaven and earth after the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, this is a genuine quasi-saint power!

Zhao Xianzong didn't expect that this system even had the cultivation memory of the quasi-saint power, if this was the case, the origin of the system might be very abnormal, and some of his previous guesses might be overturned.

"Receive!"

Zhao Xianzong chose to receive it without hesitation, the system can't continue to instill mana for himself since Jin Dan, but the memory and skills of cultivating the truth are still possible, if he really receives the scattered heart sutra of the Red Cloud Ancestor, even with his own cultivation of the Golden Immortal, he will not be able to fight when he meets Da Luo!

Cross-border battles would have been impossible, this was Zhao Xianzong's personal experience for thousands of years, but if there was a quasi-saint's cultivation memory and fighting methods, all this would be a different matter.

Because Zhao Xianzong has never fought alone, but has gathered the precious fighting methods of countless monks!

"Click!"

"Humph!"

The sudden clicking sound, accompanied by Zhao Xianzong's painful snort sounded at the same time, this matter has nothing to do with anything else, just because this memory is too vast, Zhao Xianzong is only the peak of the Golden Immortal at this time, and there are still two levels away from the quasi-saint, and this quasi-saint memory Zhao Xianzong is already faintly unbearable at this time.

This is only the memory of the quasi-saint power natal exercise, if it is all his cultivation memory, Zhao Xianzong can't say that his soul will burst in an instant, and he will die, the exercise extraction is good, but first of all, you must also have a good pair of teeth, the current Zhao Xianzong is obviously not very good!

"Boom!"

A low explosion suddenly sounded, Zhao Xianzong's left arm had already been blown to pieces, and Sen Sen's white bones were still exposed.

"Fu!"

The rules of life and death instantly covered it, and the left arm suddenly returned to its original state, and at the same time that Zhao Xianzong breathed a sigh of relief slightly, his right arm and right leg both burst at the same time.

After recovering the law again, Zhao Xianzong's aura was obviously slightly weakened.

The memory is too vast, even the inner world that has been formed in the sea of divine consciousness is faintly cracked, and the sea of divine consciousness has set off a monstrous storm, even with Zhao Xianzong's ability, it is faintly uncontrollable.

But fortunately, there is the Tree of Life and the Palm Heaven Bottle in the Sea of Divine Consciousness that are constantly stabilizing the situation, but the Sea of Divine Consciousness has not been hit hard, but Zhao Xianzong's physical body is unlucky, a large number of times have not had time to absorb, and the huge memories that have been accepted are like living in the whole body, and the physical body will explode in response to the sound where it passes, and then Zhao Xianzong will use the rules of life and death to restore the physical body.

This is a last resort, not that Zhao Xianzong likes to be abused, but because if he doesn't use his physical body to continue to accommodate, these memories will inevitably disappear between heaven and earth.

So I can only stick to one way, and I hope that when I can endure the limit of the Dao, I can receive these memories.

The pain of the body may not be nothing, but this strange burst feeling is directly acting on the divine soul, and every burst is like a small-scale divine soul tear by Zhao Xianzong's own hands, and the pain is absolutely unimaginable.