Looking at his clothes, it is obvious that he has been soaked in the sea for a long time, but his skin is still complex. But it's much better than himself, as if he has just fallen asleep, which seems extremely contradictory.

It stands to reason that with Xiao Chen's strength, with such a movement, he should be sober no matter what, why do he still close his eyes.

Baili Xi didn't dare to act rashly, he didn't know what his brother was doing, so he thought for a while and said, "Turn around, let's go to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and send him back." ”

"Big brother, it's taken so long, let's not go to the deep-sea battlefield?"

Baili scolded: "Silly, my brother, if you wake up, I will give you a little benefit, it is enough for you to mix in the deep-sea battlefield for a hundred years." ”

The others felt that it was reasonable, and immediately turned around happily and drove the ship to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

The sharp-eyed thin martial artist suddenly spoke: "Have you noticed that there is a rather special aura emanating from this Xiao Chen's body, I just absorbed some, and my spiritual power suddenly increased a lot." ”

A few people didn't believe it, and after they tried it separately, they all opened their eyes in amazement, and shouted one after another, their spiritual power had indeed increased a lot.

Baili Xi was silent, he looked at the lifeless expression on Xiao Chen's face, and didn't know why there was a feeling that mourning was greater than death.

So much so that these people didn't pay much attention to the special things they discovered.

"This Brother Xiao Chen, shouldn't he be able to wake up!" This idea popped up in Bai Lixi's mind for no reason.

Turning around, the other warriors on the ship were still quite happy.

For more than a month, all the spiritual power had skyrocketed a lot, and the kind of vulgar energy emanating from Xiao Chen's body had not yet dissipated.

Spiritual power, except for the fact that the Protoss can be cultivated very well because of racial talent, even in other races in the Kunlun Realm, it is very difficult to obtain the exercises to cultivate spiritual power, it should be said that there are almost none.

Only Baili Xi was worried, a month had passed, and Xiao Chen had never woken up as he had guessed.

Holding the Moon Shadow Knife in both hands, he fell into a deep sleep, unwilling and unwilling to wake up.

"Big brother, it's almost time to reach the Thunder Valley!"

The thin warrior, with a smile on his face, pointed to the canyon in front of him and said.

Baili Xi looked up, and it was indeed almost the Thunder Emperor Valley, and muttered: "Without that immortal thunder will, it's really not used to walking this Thunder Valley again." ”

The boat went leisurely, driving in the canyon without panic, and on the canyons on both sides, there were still murals of the Thunder Emperor rushing to the sky.

Xiao Chen, who was on the deck, suddenly moved, Baili Xi saw this scene, thought he was dazzled, wiped his eyes, and found that Xiao Chen had opened his eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes is wanton, and he is unmatched, only in the deepest part of his eyes, there are vicissitudes and silence that outsiders can't capture.

"Thunder Valley. ”

Xiao Chen lay on the deck and whispered in his mouth, "Thunder Emperor Valley, Thunder Emperor Valley, why did you let me wake up here." ”

Standing up, Xiao Chen stood on the deck, looking at the huge mural on the valley, stunned, and drifting with the waves.

Xiao Chen, who could stand up, and the other people on the boat, felt a great pressure in silence, and felt that it was difficult to even speak.

With a slanting smile, Xiao Chen turned around and looked at Baili Xi, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Brother Xiao Chen, it's okay. Baili Xi saw Xiao Chen wake up and said happily.

Xiao Chen didn't say much about the reason, and said, "Brother Baili, is there any wine?"

The two drank wine and chatted for a long time, and when they learned that they had slept for more than half a year, Xiao Chen couldn't help but be silent for a long time.

When the boat was about to leave the canyon, Xiao Chen returned the wine bottle to the other party, thanked him, and flew up to the Thunder Emperor Valley without saying a word.

Standing quietly on the Thunder Valley like this, Xiao Chen looked at the sky in the distance, his thoughts drifted with the wind, and after a long time, he took out the Moon Shadow Knife from the Qiankun Ring.

With a sway, the knife was taken out of its sheath, and the cold and slender blade was as sharp as ever. Xiao Chen's fingers touched the blade of the knife, and with a slight stroke, blood immediately flowed on the blade.

Without waiting for the blood to drip down, Xiao Chen withdrew the knife into the sheath and stretched out his palm to slap it. The Moon Shadow Knife entered the Thunder Emperor Valley in an instant, and the dark hole on the ground was deep and I don't know how deep, and the Moon Shadow Knife was buried deep in it.

Xiao Chen knelt on the ground, his forehead buckled on the hard mountain stone, blood spilled out, staining the white Sea Emperor turban.

"If I can't let Ji Jiao come back, then I, Xiao Chen, will never use the second knife in my life. ”

In the misty lake, the mysterious and powerful talisman seal, Xiao Chen has seen the ultimate power, when the strength reaches its peak, there may not be no miracle to be born.

"Big brother, what is Xiao Chen doing. ”

The boat sailed out of the canyon, but it did not go far, and the group looked at Xiao Chen who was kneeling on the ground, all of them were a little incomprehensible.

Baili Xi sighed silently, his brother was afraid that he would really encounter a hurdle, so he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, there are some things that we can't understand." ”

On the Thunder Valley, after Xiao Chen stayed for three days, he calmed down and began to check the changes that the seventh layer of the Purple Thunder Duel had brought to him.

The first is to know the sea, and the spiritual power in the sea is all transformed into mana, and all of it is emitted without him deliberately controlling it.

Looking at the vigorous and vast mana, Xiao Chen sighed a little, the purple thunder of the seventh layer really brought him immortal fate.

In the distant Penglai Sea in the Kunlun realm, there are also people who cultivate immortals, but as far as he knows, all those who cultivate immortals cannot cultivate martial arts, and he has never heard of those who cultivate martial arts can go to cultivate immortals.

Not everyone can cultivate immortals, you must have that ethereal immortal fate, otherwise you will not be able to enter the door no matter how natural you are.

Now in the martial arts era, there are very few people who can have immortal fate, and only in the Penglai Sea that there are some immortal cultivators gathered.

These immortal cultivators have nothing to do with the people of the Immortal Dao Era, but they are just established by some inheritances from their descendants. The strength of the immortal cultivators, compared with the real powerhouses of the Immortal Dao Era, is also the difference between cloud and mud.

After checking again, Xiao Chen found that the Heavenly Saint Law had not decreased or disappeared, and the power belonging to the martial artist still existed, and it had become more refined and condensed.

Each of the three hundred Heavenly Saint Laws had almost become more than three times thicker, as thick as a baby's small arm.

A low-grade peak martial saint can have five hundred heavenly saint laws, and now Xiao Chen's cultivation has not changed, but now even if the Kunlun realm is an ordinary high-grade martial saint.

In terms of the power contained in the Heavenly Saint Law, it can't compare to him.

Xianwu initiate!

Suddenly, these four words popped out of Xiao Chen's mind. The purpose of Purple Thunder's existence, I'm afraid it's for the immortal martial practitioners.

The level of immortal arts recorded in the Xiuzhen Daquan is too low, and compared with the martial arts of the Kunlun realm, the power is not much weaker, and it is all some basic knowledge.

Only this purple thunder decision is far beyond some heaven-level exercises, and now that it has broken through the seventh layer, the changes produced are not an exaggeration to describe it as earth-shaking.

Purple Thunder Decision, who created it.

Judging from Xiao Chen's current vision, whether it is a strong man in the Immortal Dao Era or a strong man in the Martial Dao Era, it is impossible to study such a martial art.

Only by having an in-depth study of immortal arts and martial arts, and being familiar with the physique of the current martial artists in the Kunlun realm, can he create such a Purple Thunder Duel.

There is no doubt about the strength of the Purple Thunder Decision, and the danger of the Purple Thunder Decision, Xiao Chen now really understands it.

In the sea of knowledge, the purple thunder talisman turned slightly, and the scattered mana stopped leaking under its control.

His heart sank, Xiao Chen leaned into the dantian, wanting to see what the Qinglong Martial Soul that had been baptized by countless thunderbolts was now what it looked like.

I don't know if I don't look at it, I was really scared when I saw it, the little green dragon had re-condensed, but in Xiao Chen's feelings, it was very different from the martial spirit.

The previous Blue Dragon Martial Soul was completely a dragon-shaped energy that was not very controlled and unconscious.

Now this green dragon feels like his own doppelganger, and the flesh is cute like a baby. Not only can you control your every move at will, but you also have a lot of energy, and you are more connected to yourself.

If this green dragon is destroyed now, it will not be a simple consequence like before, and he himself will die with it.

Xiao Chen was a little stunned and said, "What is this? Yuan Baby? Or Dragon Baby?"

Obviously, this little green dragon, according to the introduction of the cultivation of the truth, has all the characteristics of the Yuan Baby, but the Yuan Infant of the immortal cultivator is not himself?

After trying to run it, Xiao Chen found that this green dragon was indeed his own Yuan Baby, and he regarded it as the result of the immortal martial practitioners.

It's fine, that's it.

In his right eye, the raging fire began to burn violently, Xiao Chen's heart moved, and the purple thunder true fire suddenly erupted, and the purple thunder fire fell overwhelmingly on the sea.

With a bang, in an instant, boundless heat rose above the sea, and in just one moment, it enveloped all the surrounding miles.

The white fog was misty, the sea water evaporated an unknown amount, and the flat sea surface formed a huge deep pit, and the sea water from all directions converged, and an incomparably huge whirlpool swirled wildly.

With a light retraction, the purple thunder true fire escaped into his eyes again, and Xiao Chen was a little amazed when he saw the scene in front of him.

The purple thunder has reached the seventh layer, and the most intuitive change it has brought is this purple thunder true fire. Today's Purple Thunder True Fire can be regarded as Xiao Chen's real weapon, and he can definitely compete with the leaders of his generation in the Kunlun Realm.

It's just that the yin and yang are out of balance, and the Tai Chi Yin and Yang flame diagram is afraid that it is not so easy to form, so you have to find more yin attribute flames for the Taiyin fire to absorb.

Reborn, Xiao Chen at this moment can only be described in this one word, he will embark on a road that has no predecessors and no one after him.

After a long time, Xiao Chen, who was in a calm mood, had an extra jade slip in his hand. It is the immortal magic power obtained together with the golden black egg in the firmament fairyland, the starry sky storm.

In the past, he didn't have mana, so he couldn't practice this powerful supernatural power, and he could only get over it, but now it was just for Xiao Chen.