At this moment, in the Futu Wei Ancestral Court, the nine-zhang tall human race battle body was standing, and one hundred and seven runes were inscribed on the battle body, which had a mysterious and powerful majesty. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the ancient cultivation system, only by advancing to the realm of the Sea of Bitterness can the Terrans shape their unique battle body, and then rely on the ability of the battle body to cross the 'Sea of Suffering'!

Ten is consummation, and ten zhang human race battle body means that the monk has already completed the sea of suffering, and only needs to break free from the shackles of the earth, and he can crisscross the heavens and the earth.

Therefore, the realm after the bitter sea is called vertical and horizontal!

The vertical and horizontal law realm, just like the sky of the mountain realm, the three realms of the secluded and the nine secluded.

What Fu Tu Wei has to do now is to inscribe the one hundred and eight grinding stone runes on the battle body, once the scene he expected appears, then this remnant body will no longer be enough to block his cultivation path.

The revival of heaven and earth, with his current cultivation, is also difficult to grasp in the face of this change in heaven and earth.

What he wants to do is need a cultivation that can suppress this realm.

In this way, the cultivation at the peak of the bitter sea will be overstretched.

In the ancestral garden.

The seven-foot soul body stepped forward and entered the main battle body.

At the same time, the sea of souls set off a raging wave.

The battle body stretched out its hand, and a monstrous wave became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a transparent ribbon and falling into the futon-like palm of the battle body.

At this moment, the battle body looked solemn.

It's a matter of success or failure.

With a thought in his mind, the ribbon made of the soul wave melted into the battle body, and above the skin of the battle body, beyond the one hundred and seven runes, the one hundred and eight emerged and evolved.

It's done!

Fu Tuwei breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, you can move on to the next step.

His expression changed.

Click!

This voice is so crisp, although it is faint, but with Fu Tu Wei's spiritual sense, it can still be clearly captured.

He looked down.

I saw that on his chest, where the one hundred and eighth rune was inscribed, there was a crack the size of a hair.

On the ten-zhang tall body, the hair-sized cracks are inconspicuous, but they are real.

Failed?

Fu Tu Wei muttered, according to his deduction, this rune was not inscribed wrong.

The reason for this scene was that only his physical body was not enough to withstand the one hundred and eighth runes.

"Still failed. ”

Fu Tuwei smiled bitterly, and did not feel lost, if it was so easy to continue the broken path of detachment, then the transcendent people in the world would not be able to talk about the word detachment.

......

The rain stopped.

A rainbow runs across the sky.

The colorful bridge was gorgeous, making the soaking and pale girl smile.

Beautiful view.

At this time, she forgot her hatred, and forgot the edge that she had been looking for but could not find.

She just quietly put down all her baggage and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her.

At this moment, she let down her guard and enjoyed this visual feast to the fullest.

She forgot everything, but she didn't realize it.

There was a slight humming sound from within her......

......

After the heavy rain, the sky and the earth are completely renewed.

The mountains are scattered, and two people are walking in them.

A handsome monk in plain white monk robes, with red lips and white teeth, but with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a roasted chicken wing in his hand.

The other was a butcher with a pig-killing knife in his waist.

The monk and the butcher walked together, and there was a strange combination.

"Monk, are you sure that this ice spirit can make good wine?"

"Of course, when have you ever seen the little monk tell a lie. The young monk smiled, while picking the gourd, taking a sip of wine, the wine is rich, making people smell like a fairy.

"Monks don't speak, but you ......"

The butcher glanced at the monk and said disdainfully: "I don't know how many times I have been deceived by you." Moreover, the wine you used this time, although delicious, is not quite as good as you said. How dare you ...... again this time?"

"Alright, alright. ”

The monk waved his hand and said, "You don't know how many times you've said the same thing, but this time, the little monk didn't lie to you, the quality of those ice spirits is not good, walk in some more." ”

The monk staggered and wiped his greasy hand on the butcher's clothes, ignoring the butcher's murderous gaze.

"Huh?"

The monk looked up and looked at a mountain in the distance, looking dazed and a little surprised.

The butcher also looked over.

The two looked at each other, and the butcher said, "Is the sword path sharp, whose disciple?"

"You can go and have a look. The monk chuckled lightly, saying that his hazy eyes had become clear, and there was still something drunk.

In the middle of every step, the earth is retreating, and one step is several miles.

Ten paces later, he was at the foot of the mountain.

When the monk stopped, the butcher also appeared out of nowhere.

The two looked up, the rainbow was full of sun, colorful and gorgeous, and on the mountain rock, a little girl with a delicate face but a little embarrassed showed an innocent smile, and her head was slightly raised, looking at the rainbow.

The man, the scene.

Poetic, picturesque.