I don't know how to calculate the speed of time in the spirit world, but he obviously hasn't been in the spirit world for long. I also subdued a few younger brothers, and made a Black Wind Village Spirit Realm Village, and so much time has passed outside.

"There is no way out of the spirit world for the time being, unless I can cross the river, but at present, that white river god will definitely not allow it, and I don't know why. Maybe I should find a chance to go back and enter the spirit realm from the Eternal Division, I remember that it seems to be the territory of some black god over there. ”

Wu Chong thought about the follow-up plan.

The Spirit Realm Black Wind Village, there will be no problems for a while and a half, even if he is gone, the dozen or so masters who have been subjugated by his personal charm will continue to maintain everything originally, and there will be no major changes before the appearance of absolute force.

The first thing he needs to solve now is how to solve the gap with the gods, otherwise he will die the next time he encounters it.

The strength of the body of the white river god is still fresh in his memory.

The ability to turn from the virtual to the real, and then from the real to the virtual......

It's not going to be a return to nothingness, is it?

The Hee Plain is located in a fully enclosed basin with a circular mountain on the outside.

Further out, there will be many powerful forces and countries one after another, and there will be some powerful 'higher beings' among them. At the beginning, Wu Chong looked for such a place for a long time in order to transform into a god.

On the bare bluestone mountain, a group of men and women in leather armor gathered here, each of whom carried a long sword on their backs, and gathered here standing or lying, as if they were waiting for someone. There were so many people, and none of them spoke to each other, not even tentative words, and everyone seemed to be cold machines.

The cold wind whimpered, and the scene was quiet and a little weird.

An eagle chirped.

In mid-air, a black dot fell from the sky. It fell to the ground like a meteorite, splashing the sky with rubble. When the swordbearers saw this man, they all stood up.

"It's all settled?"

The dust cleared, and a burly, bald head rose from the pit. The previous act of falling from a high altitude did not cause him any damage.

"Yes!"

All the sword-bearers bowed down in response, and their voices were as neat as if they had practiced a thousand times.

"Good."

The bald man nodded, not surprised by the result, and his inquiries were just routine.

"This time, the target is the Hundred Nations Plain, and from here to the west, I want to shroud all my life in the light of the Lord."

When the bald man mentioned the Lord, a trace of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of everyone present.

It was as if only the name of the Lord could awaken their emotions.

"The Lord is on the sacred mountain, watching us."

"But the Lord is eternal."

Everyone responded in unison.

Wu Chong was not in a hurry to leave, first, after the death of the spirit realm, the power of the toad king was still returning. The spiritual realm above can only be linked to this place, and the second point is that he has not yet figured out where the root point of the gods is.

I thought it was a rune, but now it seems like it's more than that.

So, he stayed in Xiguo for a while, and what surprised him was that these days, he actually saw a lot of immortal cultivators, although it was only a Qi Refining Realm, but it was indeed no longer a pure martial art!

After confirming it again and again, Wu Chong found that these people were cultivating the exercises that he had given out in the Great Apocalypse World. In the Xi country, everyone can practice the cultivation of immortals, and after it was spread here, there were sects, and during this period, he also saw several small sects created by building a foundation and overhauling them.

Although it is not as good as the martial arts sect as a whole, it has begun to show some energy to the outside world. Moreover, there are many people who have sensed the trend and sensed the potential of the path of immortal cultivators, and some people who have come to the end of the martial arts have begun to secretly transfer to cultivation.

"This power ......"

After eating, Wu Chong returned to the dilapidated temple, his right hand spread out, and a cloud of colorful silk threads appeared on his palm. These silk threads were still very weak, but Wu Chong had tried many methods, and even the great power of the Toad King had been used, but he still couldn't destroy them. It's as if this silk thread doesn't belong to this world.

This familiar sense of immediacy instantly reminded Wu Chong of the White River God.

When he was hard steel with Baihe God, he also felt this way.

Unbreakable!

"Is it the power of inheritance? Or something else? ”

For Wu Chong, this was an unexpected gain. I accidentally came into contact with the mysteries of the gods, and I need to try a few more times to see the difference.

It's good to have a direction, and the rest is trial and error.

Thinking of this, Master Wu set his eyes on the beggar below. This beggar's courage is also quite fat, except for the first day when he was frightened and fainted, he even dared to go back to sleep here in the next few days. By now, I have dared to say a few words to him from time to time.

"Eat, King."

The beggar who had just finished eating the steamed bun noticed his gaze and immediately showed a flattering smile.

Glancing at the steamed bun that this guy had gnawed in his hand, the dark tooth marks and five finger marks, Wu Da Dang swept it directly, and then walked down and stood in front of the beggar and asked.

"Do you want to be stronger?"

Getting stronger?

The beggar looked dazed, not understanding what it meant.

Since he was born, he has not been exposed to these two words, and he does not understand or understand.

Seeing this, Wu Chong didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the other party's head.

The power of the divine soul gathered into the palm of his hand, and the memory was engraved into a diagram, which was transmitted directly to the beggar's mind. Qi training! In an instant, because he was afraid that the beggar would not be illiterate, Wu Chong deliberately changed it to the appearance of the picture.

After incorporating into the memory, the beggar instantly realized.

As if his body had awakened, he began to absorb the free energy between heaven and earth on its own, and the breath that the martial artist could not perceive, and the breath that was defined as a polluting gas, all poured into his body, and the first three layers of qi training were completed in the blink of an eye.

This is not because the beggar is talented, but because of the empowerment given by the head of Wu.

He didn't want to teach his disciples, he was just going to test the impact of the inheritance of the Immortal Cultivation Technique.

"Thank you."

The introduction to Qi training is accompanied by the steps of enlightening the mind and enlightening the soul.

After entering the school, the beggar has already understood the cause and effect, and also knows the strength of the person in front of him. So he found a respectful salutation from the newly acquired words in his mind, and knelt down to thank him.

Wu Chong ignored him.

With the introduction of the beggar's qi practice, he clearly felt a hint of change. The silk thread in his hand became an extremely faint star. This kind of change is very weak, that is, Wu Chong personally initiated, and the strength of the late stage of the transformation of the god was barely captured.

"It's really possible."

Looking at the silk thread in his hand that was slowly becoming stronger, Wu Chong never thought that the little seed that he left casually in Daqi at the beginning would now blossom and bear fruit.