Not long after, other forces from all walks of life also rushed to this place of final creation one after another.

After harvesting the Yan Python Stream, Song Chun and others also came.

Song Chun saw Wang Duobao sitting cross-legged under the tree, and after snorting dissatisfiedly, he went to find a place closest to the tree to sit cross-legged.

There was nothing unusual about it, and Wang Duobao was very satisfied with it.

During this period, as more and more monks arrived, there was a constant struggle under the empty twilight tree for a place near the central trunk.

Halfway through, there were still uninteresting people who wanted to snatch Li Baocai's position closest to the trunk, but after being stopped by Wang Duobao, they all retreated to the second ring in disgrace.

Two days later, most of the positions under the empty twilight trees were determined, and there were few big fights for a position.

On the third day, the dark golden points of light on the leaves of the empty twilight trees became more and more brilliant, and the branches and leaves of the trees were shaking and rattling under the surge of spiritual energy.

Seeing this, Wang Duobao knew that this was a precursor to the imminent blooming of the fog in the empty twilight tree, so he turned his head and told Li Baocai on the side:

"After a while, the fog will bloom, you must remember to be careful with your memories, not to be completely immersed in the feelings, and always be wary of the situation around you."

"Huh? Your Highness, why is that? ”

Li Baocai was shocked and scratched his head in confusion, and Wang Duobao immediately explained:

"This empty fog is black and purple, the closer it is to the trunk of the tree, the thicker the fog becomes, it can not only block the view like ordinary fog, but also help people understand the way of the sun and the moon, but the most dangerous thing is that this fog can also isolate sound!"

Wang Duobao looked up at the monks sitting cross-legged at the second ring in front of him, and then said:

"In this very central location of ours, once the fog falls, the sounds and sights here cannot be heard five feet away."

"In other words, if anything happens here, not to mention the monks outside the Second Ring Road, even the monks who are separated by one person in the center with us, will not be aware of it!"

"So in this case, it's hard to guarantee that someone with bad intentions will attack me David, and we must be extremely vigilant! As the saying goes, opportunities and dangers coexist. ”

Li Baocai nodded solemnly when he heard this, and then asked curiously:

"But Your Highness, how do you know these things, I've never heard of them!"

Wang Duobao smiled slightly and said perfunctorily:

"What I read in a book"

In fact, there was an incomparably larger Empty Ancient Tree on the top of the Sun and Moon Peak in the Dao Heaven Forbidden Land, and he naturally knew it clearly.

Within a few moments, the branches and leaves on the book shook more violently, and gradually pieces of brown leaves fell.

"The empty twilight tree has lost its leaves!"

The crowd under the tree shouted for someone else, and many monks jumped up to grab the leaves, and a fierce scramble began with each other.

Fortunately, the leaves are resilient and not afraid of being damaged in the scramble of the monks.

For a moment, there was chaos under the tree.

If this empty twilight leaf can be used to make tea, it can have the same effect as feeling in the empty mist.

It can also be made into an empty twilight pill to increase the monk's chance of success in entering the Sun and Moon Realm.

It can be said that each piece is very valuable, and coupled with the scarcity of production, it is even more difficult to find.

Li Baocai's eyes also lit up, like a little money fan, frantically grabbing the fallen leaves around him.

The monks on the side saw that he was a member of the David Dynasty and didn't want to provoke him, and they also saw that he only had a low strength in the Four Extremes Realm cultivation and couldn't grab too many empty twilight leaves, so they didn't compete with him.

Wang Duobao sat motionless, letting these empty leaves fall but was indifferent, and no one dared to reach out and snatch it from him anyway.

These empty twilight leaves, which were regarded as treasures by others, did not have any effect on him, even the empty mist that would bloom next.

It's just that he can take these empty leaves and exchange them for some contribution points in the stronghold of the Divine Cult, and it's not worth any more conflicts with these monks.

After a while, the branches and leaves stopped shaking, and the aura on the tree returned to stability, announcing the end of this falling leaves.

This empty twilight tree is just a small tree, and it only loses dozens of leaves at a time.

In Wang Duobao's memory, the empty ancient tree on the Sun and Moon Peak can shed thousands of leaves every year, and the blooming mist will envelop the entire Sun and Moon Peak.

He was tired of this kind of creation tens of thousands of years ago, and now it's just a show.

After the branches and leaves stopped shaking, they immediately began to release a peculiar mist, which was black-purple and had a faint fragrance.

At this time, the monks no longer fought for the leaves, and sat down quietly one by one, ready to accept the baptism of creation.

The fog spread rapidly, enveloping the entire valley in less than five breaths, and the deeper it went, the thicker the fog became, and a little bit of blue-white light flickered in it, as if it was a starry night.

There was silence in the thick fog, and the monks all mustered up their spirits to seize the time of each breath and comprehend the way of the sun and moon through the mist.

A little more understanding, and one more chance to enter the realm of the sun and moon in the future.

Wang Duobao also pretended to close his eyes, waiting for the dense fog to dissipate and the creation to end, and the portal to leave the secret realm would open at that time.

In his experience, according to the size of this empty twilight tree, this empty twilight fog will most likely last for about three days, and there is still a period of time to wait.

During this time, it was quiet in the fog, no one made the slightest sound, not even the cries of birds and beasts, and everyone was immersed in the perception of the avenue.

But just a day later, a white sword light suddenly lit up in the thick fog!

A sharp sword suddenly attacked Wang Duobao a foot in front of him, and it went straight to his throat!

The sword light was silent, and the light in the center of the dense fog could not reach five feet away at all, even the sound of the sword breaking through the air.

This sword did not alarm the monks who were sitting here at all, but Wang Duobao smiled slightly.

He just closed his eyes and pretended to be enlightened, where did a demigod need any Great Dao Perception of the Sun and Moon Realm.

Since the arrival of this thick fog, he has been vigilant against someone to attack, and now even if he can't hear the sound of the sword, even if he opens his eyes, he can't see the sword light.

He also keenly captured the sharp sword attacking in front of him through the unusual flow in the mist!

Wang Duobao smiled slightly, he didn't even need to look to guess who the person who made the sword was, and he didn't even need to open his eyes to block this sword!

He stretched out his left hand, cocked his index and little fingers, and pinched the remaining three fingers forward.

Buddhist martial arts, flowers and Buddha! Fancy!

The tip of that long sword was pinched by Wang Duobao accurately at his fingertips, and he couldn't move an inch!

At this time, Wang Duobao said jokingly before he opened his eyes:

"Mu Tianxiang, it seems that you are still a thief!"

Among the people he offended in the secret realm, Mu Tianxiang was the only one who used a sword and wanted to kill him at any cost!

With that, Wang Duobao let go of the long sword in his hand and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was Mu Tianxiang with a look of resentment and horror! Beside him stood a red-crowned crane that emitted a faint white light, which was transformed by the crane feather of the Crane Feather True Monarch!

"You...... How did you do it! ”

Right now, Mu Tianxiang was within five feet of Wang Duobao's body, and both sides could see clearly in his voice and appearance.

He couldn't believe that the person in front of him could pinching the tip of his sword with his eyes closed and unmistakably at such a short distance!

With such a method, he asked himself that even if he had been prepared, he would not be able to do it!

Wang Duobao smiled contemptuously and teased:

"Have you ever heard that there is a better way to distinguish the position than listening to the wind?"

"How can such a means, at your age, be practiced!"

Mu Tianxiang was shocked when he heard this, and his steps took a step back slightly.

Right now, Wang Duobao is wearing Wei Jue's body, and in the eyes of others, he is just a fourteen-year-old boy!

At such an age, it is already a miracle that he can cultivate the means to listen to the wind and distinguish the position, let alone the more outstanding one!

No one can believe this kind of thing.

Wang Duobao smiled slightly.

"Maybe, I'm a genius?"

A better way to distinguish the position than listening to the wind is to feel the world, a combat technique that elevates the sense of touch to the extreme.

When you lose your sense of sight and hearing, you can sense the flow of air on your skin and judge your opponent's every move.

It's like being a part of the heavens and the earth.

Regarding this kind of fighting technique, the most famous is the great master of the mind-flow kendo thousands of years ago, known as the martial god of the martial man.

In order to pursue the ultimate in martial arts, he was blind when he was young, and when he was less than fifteen years old, he practiced the means of listening to the wind and distinguishing the position, and he was middle-aged and self-defeating, and it was not until he was more than 200 years old that he cultivated the skills of feeling the world and the world, and he has been famous since then.

Such a two-hundred-year-old skill of cultivating the body and feeling the world can already be regarded as a mythical genius who is famous in the rivers and lakes, not to mention Wang Duobao, who is only fourteen years old in the eyes of outsiders.

Whoever listens to it will not believe his ears.