Although there are many immortal techniques recorded in the Xiuzhen Daquan, they are all some spells that cannot be put on the table in the Kunlun realm, and in the face of powerful martial arts, there is no interest at all.

Only supernatural powers are truly powerful immortal arts, and supernatural powers are divided into small supernatural powers, large supernatural powers, and supreme supernatural powers.

In today's cultivation realm of Penglaihai, there are not many small supernatural powers possessed by various immortal sects, and there are even fewer great supernatural powers, and the supreme supernatural powers must be described in single digits.

Starry Sky Storm is a top-notch small divine power, although it is a small divine power, the power of it is indeed stronger than that of ordinary heaven-level martial arts, and it can also transform into a great divine power if it is cultivated.

Xiao Chen once again carefully studied the key points of the Starry Sky Storm, closed his eyes, chewed carefully, and simulated this magical power in his mind.

After a while, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, pinched the trick with both hands, changed his handprints, recognized the mana in the sea, and quickly consumed it.

Because of the complex environment and many stars in the universe, there will always be some stars that have detached from their orbits due to various accidents.

You must know that the orbit of each star, from the moment it is born, is arranged by the Heavenly Dao.

Although the universe is large, in the eyes of the Supreme Heavenly Dao, it is just like a chessboard, between vertical and horizontal, the intersecting lines of time and space, tying all the stars to the chessboard of fate.

If a star suddenly goes out of orbit and disrupts the entire line of time and space and the arrangement of fate at once, it will have a huge destructive power.

This destructive force is the starry sky storm, when the starry sky storm is generated, countless stars will be destroyed in its pass, and it can stretch for hundreds of millions of miles.

The starry sky storm in the jade slip, this magical power wants to simulate the destructive power generated by the stars jumping out of the chessboard of destiny at that moment.

As Xiao Chen's hands pinched the trick faster, faster and faster, a series of interlaced space-time lines were simulated behind him, and the chessboard of fate was derived from it.

The stars, in the chessboard, are running step by step, looking like a vast galaxy, exactly the same as the boundless stars of the Kunlun realm.

Xiao Chen's expression became nervous, and wisps of divine consciousness were projected in the vast star map, quickly looking for the target.

"No, this star is too big for me to push, and neither can this one, I still can't push it. ”

"This one is just the right size, just enough to push. No, this star is too far away, and after pushing, the resulting storm cannot fall. ”

Bang!

A violent explosion sounded, and the vast galaxy map behind him shattered into pieces, Xiao Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, the magic power failed, and the mana backfired.

In my mind, there was a loud sound like a golden bell, and I was suddenly dizzy and unsteady on my feet.

Cultivating supernatural powers was much more difficult than imagined, Xiao Chen was not surprised, sat cross-legged, rested for half an hour, and started the second attempt.

After ten attempts, Xiao Chen finally succeeded in pushing a star, and the space-time lines on the chessboard of fate began to fluctuate violently.

The starry sky storm was generated in an instant, and as Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, the black wind swooped towards the sea in front of him.

When the wind is extremely strong, what kind of performance will it be, only to see that the sea water is silent, it will be blown clean by this starry sky storm, and it will be directly vaporized.

The water, which was several kilometers deep, suddenly bottomed out, and a deep trench with a width of 100 meters appeared above the surface of the sea. On the flat surface of the sea, a large blank space appeared out of thin air, split in half.

The next moment, the sea water was close together, and the huge waves and tsunami were violently churning, and the whole sea surface was completely chaotic, which was even more terrifying than the scene of the storm.

Xiao Chen's eyes welled up with a hint of joy, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said a little habitually: "Boil, how powerful is this little magical power?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen was stunned, his expression immediately dimmed, and his divine sense looked at the empty fairy spirit ring, and the joy in his eyes receded little by little.

When some people are there, you take it as a habit and feel that you have no sense of existence, and only when you lose it will you feel cherished.

Xiao Chen's palm flipped over, and a severed knife flew out of the fairy spirit ring, which was another fragment of the Thunder Emperor Mulberry Sword.

Holding the broken blade tightly, a look of tenacity flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, the time for the reproduction of the Immortal Dao Era was many tens of thousands of years longer than that of the Martial Dao Era.

You can definitely find a supreme supernatural power, reverse time and space, and summon Jiao Jiao back through the long river of fate.

The broken blade in the hand still has some marks of the past, and the broken blade is still there, there will be hope, work hard for it, and there will be miracles.

Taking a deep look, in the Thunder Valley under his feet, a ray of lightning flashed under Xiao Chen's feet, tearing through the void and heading back towards the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Returning to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion after more than half a year, Liu Ruyue and the others were all relieved to see Xiao Chen's appearance.

The loss of Jiaojiao made Xiao Chen cherish the people around him very much, and he didn't want the tragedy to repeat on his body, and in order to bring Jiaojiao back earlier, his cultivation became even harder.

Ten days later, Xiao Chen, who was almost familiar with his strength, came to the Sky Wonderland again.

With the fierce beast with a grandmaster-level martial saint, after a long time, he successfully broke into the attic in the fairy lake. did not disappoint Xiao Chen, in the attic, there was also a jade slip containing small magical powers.

Seeing the terrifying power of the starry sky storm, Xiao Chen completely knew the preciousness of the little supernatural powers, and there were thousands of spells on the cultivation of the Great Encyclopedia, but there were no supernatural powers.

Together, there is no starry sky storm precious, and the newly obtained supernatural power in the jade slip is called the Great Day Mantra.

The mantra of the great day, if you are successful, you will be able to speak the mantra, and a word will have the power of a brilliant day, and the mantra will fall, just like the sun falling to the ground.

The introduction on the jade slip is as slightly exaggerated as the starry sky storm, and to achieve the power of the said, I am afraid that the cultivation of the immortal monarch must be achieved.

It's like a starry sky storm, with his strength, he can only cut off the sea, and he doesn't know how far away from the destructive star.

However, his own cultivation is taking a step or two forward, Xiao Chen is somewhat sure, in the starry sky of the Kunlun realm, he uses this starry sky storm to really promote the real stars and create a real starry sky storm.

Out of the attic, Xiao Chen had the mentality of trying it out, and searched for a long time in this firmament fairyland, and only after finding nothing did he leave in a huff.

After obtaining another small magical power, Xiao Chen returned to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and completely entered a state of retreat.

He has no foundation for cultivating immortals, and his vast mana is empty, just like a beggar who suddenly becomes an explosive household, wearing gold and silver, thinking that he is a real rich man, and has no background.

Xiao Chen estimated that it would take him at least a full year to reach a level comparable to his current immortal cultivation, and he would be able to use his magical powers to be handy, and there would be no chance of failure.

The consequences of a failed spell cast are something that no one can really bear if it were to happen in battle.

Xiao Chen is not a person who can't bear loneliness, so after thinking about it in his heart, he set himself a year and a half retreat time, so that he seems more calm.

It's just that in this way, his cultivation will stagnate, and for about two full years, the gap between him and those giant geniuses in the Kunlun realm will pull out a terrible chasm.

Xiao Chen is fearless, immortal art must have its own background, and it must also dive down to study it well, and the cooperation of immortal art and martial arts is also a university question.

If it weren't for some things, which had to be verified in a lot of actual combat, Xiao Chen's five-year retreat would not have been too long.

Time flies, and the time for the Demon God Blood Sacrifice to come is getting closer and closer, and the entire Kunlun Realm feels a huge pressure.

Under pressure, there is all kinds of chaos, and in the midst of chaos, there are new leaders who rely on opportunities to rise like comets. There are also races that have disappeared in ancient times and want to take advantage of the chaos and gain a firm foothold in the Kunlun Continent again.

The small friction between the five clans has also become more and more intense, and everyone wants to get more resources and have more confidence to face the upcoming Demon God Blood Sacrifice.

The top bigwigs of all races also let it go, and regarded it as a rehearsal before the arrival of the Demon God's blood sacrifice, which made this turmoil even more chaotic.

All kinds of things, Xiao Chen, who was in retreat in the Firmament Realm, naturally wouldn't know.

Xiao Chen, who once confronted Emperor Wufeng in a high-profile manner on the Holy Monument, has slowly been forgotten, in this era, there are many talents, and if they do not appear in March, they will be replaced by newcomers.

If he doesn't show up for half a year, and he doesn't see anyone in various places of adventure, he is considered to have fallen for no reason, and Xiao Chen has not appeared for so long, so he has naturally been forgotten for a long time.

It is rumored that he was trapped and died in the Stigmata Monument, becoming the most aggrieved genius ever to die.

A year and a half later, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen slowly walked out of the cave of retreat.

This is a very inconspicuous barren mountain in the Lingyun Mountain Range, where few people come, and the spiritual energy of the four directions is thin, and there are neither spirit beasts nor spirit plants.

The barren mountains and remote areas are full of strange rocks, and at a glance, they are full of vastness.

The scorching sun shone down from the top of his head, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, he has not been behind closed doors in the past year and a half, and he has not been able to leave the hole.

From time to time, in order to test what I think in my heart, I will come out and walk around, and the mountains that collapse everywhere in front of me are all caused by the time I tried to recruit in the past year and a half.

Even if he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, he only used less than half of his strength, and the destructive power caused in this Firmament Realm was still too terrifying.

Starry Sky Storm!

Xiao Chen snorted lightly and closed the trick, but Sumeru, he used his great mana to simulate the chessboard of fate, and the stars of the universe unfolded a boundless star map.

In this boundless star map, the divine consciousness swam freely, found one star, another star, shrouded the three formations, and then pushed with all its might.

Go!

Xiao Chen's expression was solemn, and he stretched out his hand, and the black starry sky storm swept out, and the void directly cut off a large area of pitch-black faults, stretching for thousands of miles.

The aftermath fell, and the height of the peaks was once again a lot shorter.

Great Day Mantra!

The movements in his hands kept stopping, the mana was boiling like a fire, and the laws of the immortal path were hooked in the dark, and the scorching sun in the sky was dimmed little by little.