Seeing this, Zhao Jingyu's eyelids drooped, and his body slowly curled up in the recliner, and the dead air on his body became even stronger.

At this moment, if there is an uninformed person standing here, who still thinks it is a dead man, who knows that this legendary figure who once created miracles.

Zhao Sheng caught a glimpse of this scene, and his eyes instantly became dark and deep.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, spread his palm upward, and with a movement of his heart, a fist-sized red fireball suddenly appeared out of thin air, suspended three inches above his palm, burning quietly.

Zhao Sheng withdrew his right hand and disconnected the connection between his divine thoughts.

But... The fireball did not collapse, but quietly released light and heat like the "sun".

Poof!

After a few breaths, the fireball suddenly fell straight to the ground like an iron ball, and extinguished with a pop.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and three feet in the air in front of him, a row of fireballs suddenly condensed out of thin air again, ranging from red, crimson, blue, pure green, purple, pure purple, and so on.

These fireballs emitting different mana fluctuations didn't last long, and they fell to the ground one after another in the overweight environment, and all of them disintegrated and extinguished.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the Yuanying Realm can be said to be a great watershed connecting the previous and the next, and mana is its most significant feature. And there are many differences between the Yuanying Realm and the Three Realms of Qi Refining and Building Fund, but the biggest difference is not in the Yuanying Realm and Divine Thoughts, but in a place that is easily overlooked.

That's... The length of the spell's effect after casting.

Taking the Fireball Technique as an example, generally speaking, after an immortal cultivator below the Yuan Infant Realm released a fireball, once the spiritual power transmission was cut off, the fireball would often collapse quickly.

This is not the case in the Yuan Infant Realm, even if the mana transmission is stopped, the fireball will continue to burn in form without interference, and it will last for at least a day or more.

The higher the quality of the mana, the longer the fireball will remain in shape, and the two tend to be proportional.

The main reason for this kind of phenomenon is that the immortal cultivators of the Yuan Infant Realm have a successful understanding of the Dao, and they have already had a first glimpse of the laws of the Great Dao, and their Yuan Ying mana and divine thoughts have been initially blended, and they are inevitably faintly contaminated with a trace of the law breath.

In ancient legends, similar legends often circulate: a long time ago, a mortal in a certain place angered the immortals, so the immortals fell into the sky in a rage, and the local area was burned by the heavenly fire, and it burned for millions of years.

Mortals might hear such stories as anecdotes. But from the perspective of an immortal cultivator, this is not a metaphor, secretly pointing out the direction of future cultivation.

Zhao Sheng looked up at the sky, the sun hung high in the sky, releasing endless light and heat.

As early as in his previous life, he had a whimsical wonder if those suns that spread all over the heavens of the universe could be the big fireballs released by some indescribable being.

Just like he is using the fireball technique now, the fireball can burn for two full days without outside interference.

Although this idea is absurd, the "sun" is undoubtedly one of the ultimate concrete images of the Fire Avenue.

Any immortal cultivator who goes on a fire and walks together does not need to be exhausted at all, in fact, the best "copying" object is hung in the sky from beginning to end.

However, very few immortal cultivators can comprehend this, let alone touch the "truth" of the Great Day.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng is one of the lucky few people, he has a relationship with the star god in his fifth life, and is fortunate to get a glimpse of the truth of the way of the "sun" through the perspective of the star god.

As soon as his mind moved, the Book of Hundred Worlds rose from the depths of the Soul Sea, and the fifth page was opened, and a small world of seaweed appeared above the Soul Sea, lifelike as if it were real.

In the sky above the boundless sea of divine souls, a "baby" with a hazy aura suddenly jumped out of the boundless sea of spirits.

As soon as the "baby" appeared, it immediately turned into a rainbow stream and threw itself into the "small world", blending into it in the blink of an eye and dissipating.

At this moment, the sea of divine souls became ancient and waveless in an instant, without a trace of waves.

On the smooth surface of the sea, a world of endless, complex, densely intertwined and stacked "silk strings" is suddenly reflected.

Every moment, the endless silk strings are constantly vibrating and intertwining, and each oscillation will inspire a variety of colors, brilliant light colors, and even more indescribable "colors" that are indescribable to human beings are reflected, and emit incomprehensible and indescribable subtle "fluctuations" in the sea of divine souls.

Turning over the layers of infinite "threads", in the depths of the Divine Soul Sea, you can faintly "see" that a rainbow stream is in an extremely complex "string boundary" with red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple as the main body, constantly passing through and blending.

And with the continuous oscillation and interweaving of the "silk strings" of the seven-color string world, the rainbow stream also followed the seven-color color, and later the red and purple colors faintly suppressed the other five colors and became the main body of the rainbow stream.

When Zhao Sheng's soul was immersed in the world of star god consciousness and kept comprehending the way of the sun, Zhao Jingyu, who was pretending to sleep next to him, suddenly opened his eyelids, turned his head to look over, and two cloudy old eyes shot out two sharp rays of light.

Just now, he suddenly lost his sense of the Sixteen Ancestors, as if the other party's spirit suddenly jumped out of this world, and he didn't know where to go?

But only two breaths later, the other party suddenly had "vitality" again, and various mental fluctuations resurfaced.

After Zhao Jingyu saw this scene, his heart was relieved, and he was about to pull his eyelids, but he didn't want the sixteen ancestors next to him to suddenly speak.

"I thought about it, the reason why you have cut off the road is probably because you have strayed into a wrong path."

Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it was like a thunderbolt that fell into Zhao Jingyu's ears.

He reluctantly sat up straight from the recliner and asked in a hoarse voice, "You said that the Martial Saint went wrong?!"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Sheng explained, "Of course the Martial Saint Realm is right! I mean, you're tapping into the potential of the Savage Ancient Bloodline, and you're going in the wrong direction."

"Oh, I want to hear about it." Zhao Jingyu put his mind at ease and said disapprerovitically.

He didn't think that the Sixteen Patriarchs could make any earth-shattering suggestions. Could it be that an immortal cultivator with a thin bloodline is more proficient in martial arts than him, I'm afraid he doesn't even know the true meaning of the barbarian bloodline!

"I've heard you say before that the key to achieving a Martial Saint is to use the will of the Martial Dao will to break through the will barrier of the Yuan Cell in the body, so as to guide the power within the Yuan Cell, and fuse it with the Innate Gang Qi to form the Gang Yuan Force, and finally achieve the Martial Saint."

Zhao Jingyu was not surprised by what the Sixteen Ancestors said, and simply admitted: "That's right, although the general process is like this, the dangers in the middle are difficult to describe in words, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life of nine deaths."

Zhao Sheng pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "For the Barbarian Ancient Bloodline, Qingyang Ancestor once left a comment, do you know which one?"

After listening to this, Zhao Jingyu suddenly fell into deep thought.

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry to say the answer, but quietly waited for the other party's response.

After a while, Zhao Jingyu slowly lay back on the recliner and said weakly, "Do you mean the phrase 'fighting the heavens and fighting the earth, and the ancients do not accept the sky'."

"That's exactly what I said. I don't think there is a shortage of warriors who are not afraid of death in "fighting the heavens and fighting the earth", but so far no one has truly understood the meaning of "barbarian and unsubdued the sky".

"Oh, really?"

Zhao Sheng nodded: "The Barbarian Ancient Clan is a natural fighter and has never been afraid of the sky! Although you also have a barbarian bloodline, because you have been influenced by the concept of "cultivating immortals first" in your family since you were a child, you will always be in awe of the sky from the bottom of your heart. Although the Martial Saint Realm is a new breakthrough in martial arts, in terms of the Barbarian Ancient Bloodline, you are missing a vital link."

「... If the test of heaven is missing, it is also the absence of the cleansing of the heavenly tribulation."

Without waiting for Zhao Jingyu to question, Zhao Sheng suddenly sped up his speech: "As for the will of the Yuan Cell, it should not be broken, but submitted, just like an immortal cultivator surrendering the heart ape. It is not an enemy, but a companion of yours. With the will of martial arts, assimilate the will of the metans, so as to maximize the potential of the bloodline. After passing the test of the Heavenly Tribulation, he will be able to stimulate the deeper bloodline potential again, so as to enter the unknown martial realm higher than the Martial Saint."

"Martial Arts Tribulation?" Zhao Jingyu was suddenly shocked, let his imagination go against the sky, and never thought that a martial artist would also need to go through the test of the Heavenly Tribulation like an immortal cultivator.

"This...

This is ridiculous!" He muttered to himself, but there was a faint realization in his heart, and what the other party said seemed to have a little truth.

Back then, on the day he was promoted to Martial Saint, he also faintly sensed some kind of danger in his heart, the source came from heaven, but it quickly dissipated suddenly, and he thought it was an illusion at the time.

Now, it seems, it's not that simple.

Immortal cultivators condense the golden pill, and they still need to go through the golden pill thunder tribulation.

So... A martial saint whose strength is comparable to that of Jindan Zhenren, doesn't he have to accept the test of the Heavenly Tribulation?

Heaven is not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs!

How could the heavens "look at the Martial Saint differently".

Unless... The Martial Saint's road ahead is cut off, and it is destined not to threaten the sky.

"Submission, assimilation! ... How to assimilate? And how do you surrender?"

When Zhao Jingyu was woken up by a word and fell into deep meditation, Zhao Sheng quietly left a jade slip and fled.

……

The light flew into the Qingying, but he did not return to the Binghuo Peak Cave Mansion, but flew thirty miles and came to the sky above a large spiritual field.

Suddenly, the firelight fell from the sky, passed through an invisible aura barrier, and fell to the edge of a spiritual field full of dragon tooth rice, revealing Zhao Sheng's figure.

[In view of the general environment,

This spiritual field is about 100 steps long, 30 steps wide, the area is about 10 acres, the spiritual rice in the field is lush and lush, full of greenery, the spiritual rice is like a small tree, up to more than zhang, the rice stalk is enough to have the thickness of a child's arm, the leaves are slender and drooping, like willow leaves rippling and flying in the wind.

In the green leaf layer, I faintly saw that the three-foot-long rice ears were like long swords rising to the sky, dense as a forest, and they also exuded surging white light.

Dragon's tooth rice is a different species in the spiritual rice, usually three years of ripening, each mu produces 1,000 grains of dragon's tooth rice, one grain weighs a catty.

The ripe dragon tooth rice is palm long, the fingers are thick, the whole body is crystal like white jade, hard as iron, not to mention the excellent taste, it is full of aura, it can be described as the best in the spiritual rice.

Eating dragon tooth rice on weekdays is not only good for cultivation, but also greatly improves physical fitness.

Zhao Sheng stood on the edge of the ridge, his eyes surging with divine light, and wisps of divine thoughts shot out, intertwining and stacking in the air in an instant, weaving an extremely complex spherical configuration.

Poof!

With the flickering of his mind, a large fireball with a diameter of two zhang suddenly condensed out of thin air above Lingtian, the fireball burned violently, and countless flames tumbled, flashing with red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and seven colors.

The seven-colored flames blended rapidly, and the big fireball quickly turned into a "ball of light" that steadily released a large amount of white light, and from a distance, it looked like there was an extra "sun" in the spiritual field.

Zhao Sheng's eyes were like electricity, and his divine thoughts were constantly outletting, while maintaining the stability of the "sun", he carefully adjusted the spell configuration.

The surrounding heaven and earth aura was attracted one after another, and the moths were like a fire and submerged into the "sun", becoming the fuel for it to maintain its combustion.

Bang!

After a few breaths, the fireball suddenly twisted and collapsed.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, he waved his hand to disperse the *** mana, and then released wisps of divine thought, and continued to weave a new spell configuration.

In the blink of an eye, a new "sun" reappeared in the sky above Lingtian.

This time, the sun lasted for half an hour before it twisted and collapsed.

Zhao Sheng was not in a hurry or impatient, once again dispelled the aftermath of the mana, and continued to weave the "sun".

When the sun set and the stars filled the sky, after hundreds of consecutive failures, Zhao Sheng finally constructed a relatively stable and efficient spell configuration.

This time, the "sun" burned for half an hour, and it still emitted a blazing white and soft light very steadily, shining on the surrounding ten acres of spiritual fields.

Zhao Sheng nodded with satisfaction, this "Life Flame" has already begun to take shape, but it is still missing......

Thinking like this, he suddenly turned his head to look to the east, and at this time, an old farmer in Tsing Yi was cautiously walking over dozens of feet away, with a cautious and awe-inspiring expression on his face.

Zhao Shengchong

He beckoned, and then sent a divine thought.

The old farmer in Tsing Yi was shocked, and immediately trotted forward, and shouted in awe: "Senior Gong'an, I don't know what you command?"

"What's your name?" You take care of this dragon's tooth rice field?"

"Back to the words of the seniors, little old man Zhou Qian. The ten acres of spiritual fields around here are exactly what the little old man is waiting for."

"Well, come here, don't be afraid." Zhao Sheng nodded and greeted again.

The old farmer in Tsing Yi walked to him tremblingly, and his eyes secretly looked at the big fireball in the field from time to time.

At this time, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his hand, and when he looked down, he saw that the flesh and blood on the back of his hand were rolling, and blood flowed out of the long wound of his thumb and dripped to the ground.

Seeing this, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was so frightened that he was about to collapse to the ground.

His qualifications are too inferior, he has cultivated for decades, and he only has a third-level cultivation of qi refining, and in the face of an unfathomable senior, he can't give birth to a trace of desperate thoughts.

But in the next moment, an invisible force suddenly imprisoned his body, and then there was an aura in front of him, and the whole body was emerald green, which was actually of medium grade!

"Don't be afraid, this spirit stone can be regarded as an apology."

Hearing this, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was suddenly not afraid, but his face was happy.

A medium-grade spirit stone is equal to a hundred lower-grade spirit stones.

He was busy for three years, harvesting ten acres of dragon tooth rice, making offerings, and paying the rent, and then selling the remaining spiritual rice in order to earn sixty or seventy lower-grade spirit stones.

Suddenly, the old farmer in Tsing Yi was full of anticipation, hoping to get more rewards.

At this time, Zhao Sheng commanded, "Stretch out your hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the old farmer's body relaxed.

He hurriedly followed the instructions, stretched out his bloodied right hand, and at the same time grabbed the spirit stone with his left hand and hurriedly stuffed it into his arms.

As Zhao Sheng's mind turned, he saw that the "sun" above Lingtian suddenly split out a white light, which shot straight in, enveloping the injured right hand.