"Is this really a technique that a human can come up with?"

"There's even a hole in your head?"

Li Changan looked at Lu Zhengju's narration, and his heart seemed to have set off a stormy wave, which made his scalp numb, and his soul couldn't stop trembling.

"I know that martial arts have martial arts, but should Wendao also have literary skills?"

"What is the Wen Palace? Why can a saint turn fiction into reality and suppress the world? ”

"If so, where should I be?"

"Wen Gong is in my mind, is Wen Ji also in my mind?"

"Refining the head with the spirit of the text, whoever has a vision, is it a literary know-how?"

"If you fail, won't you die on the spot?"

……

"I have been living for 300 years, and I will not pay it back if I don't make a sacred vow."

……

"This is the method of setting the acupoints of the literary qi!"

Li Changan looked at Lu Zhengju, who was almost crazy in the shadow, his hair exploded, and his heart swayed.

is worthy of being a ruthless person who wants to be sanctified against the sky.

I really don't see myself as a human being.

"The place where the Wen Palace is located is the Wen Zhi!"

"There are one hundred and eighty-two martial arts acupoints, and is there one hundred and eighty-two Wendao acupoints?"

"One Wen Gong and One Wen Palace, if I cultivate to the peak, wouldn't I have one hundred and eighty-two Wen Palace!?"

Boom!

Lu Zhengju's words were like thunder in Li Changan's heart.

One hundred and eighty-two bungues!?

Ordinary people have cultivated to the first grade, but there are only nine literary palaces.

If there is no problem with his own Wendao, there will only be a total of eighteen Wen Palaces.

But now, according to Lu Zhengju's thoughts, one hundred and eighty-two Wendao acupoints should correspond to one hundred and eighty-two Wen Palaces.

Who can build so many palaces!?

This special mother's is like saying a book from heaven!

The further back he looked, the more frightened Li Changan became.

It is worthy of being a super powerhouse who can be equal to Zhan Tianqiang.

It's really deadly.

Although he created the method of stabilizing the acupoints, this is an experiment with his head, and almost every time he bleeds.

If you were an ordinary person, you would have killed yourself a long time ago.

But Lu Zhengju survived.

"Although there are one hundred and eighty-two literary skills, but the literary atmosphere is insufficient, and the world does not allow it, it is difficult to gather in the Wen Palace again...... Lamentable! ”

It took Lu Zhengju a full ten years to settle all the 182 literary know-hows.

But I found that whenever I wanted to cast a literary palace, the consumption of literary qi was always far beyond the limit of my own literary energy, and I tried countless times, and finally after passing out eighteen times, I had no choice but to give up.

One hundred and eighty-two literary palaces, there are still only nine primitive literary palaces.

The rest of the literature can only store the literary qi.

But Lu Zhengju did not give up the road to becoming stronger.

Begin to follow the method of martial arts and veins, and prepare to penetrate the 182 literary skills, so that all the literary skills are mixed into one, regardless of each other.

"This method of penetrating the text can lead the scribe to the path of invincibility......"

"The method of cultivating me, whether it is the quality of the academic spirit, or the recovery of the literary atmosphere, will far surpass the peers by five or even ten times!"

……

At this time, Lu Zhengju, although he was still a first-class habitat, had embarked on an unprecedented road of literature.

All the scribes of the world are no longer in his eyes.

He wants to overcome all difficulties and obstacles, and to achieve the first saint in the world in this era of unholy world!

So I flipped through the classics of the saints of the past dynasties, and finally found the key to sanctification in Yan Sheng's words.

"The Sacred Path Bridge...... This bridge connects the virtual and the real, and the world manifests the ......"

"This is the door of the holy way, mysterious and mysterious, ask your own hearts, if you become a holy heart, the holy way will also become a ......"

……

"Where is the Sacred Road Bridge?"

Lu Zhengju read all the classics, and even found fragments of ancient times, but found nothing.

Ten thousand years ago, Confucius founded Wendao, and it was only more than 9,000 years in total to the time when Lu Zheng lived.

Compared to other Dao, Wendao is just a child, where can I find the legendary bridge of the Holy Dao?

"No, no...... Throughout the ages, there were many people who were sanctified! ”

"The sanctification of the immortal path is the immortal, and the sanctification of the divine way is the god...... This method of sanctification must be connected......"

Just when Lu Zhengju found his way of thinking, Zhan Tianqian appeared.

The two existences that had already reached the top of the world fought and died together.

Li Changan was completely dumbfounded.

Ancient times...... Antiquity......

In the eyes of these two invincible existences in the world, only the top figures of each era can sit on an equal footing with them.

Only saints deserve their attention......

And I don't know if it's Li Changan's illusion, after fusing with Lu Zhengju's memory, there are even some saints who are not in his eyes.

What the hell is this monster?

Even a saint can be despised with?

Just looking at their cultivation experience, Li Changan was impressed by the courage of the two of them after they reached the top of the mountain.

It is really angry to swallow mountains and rivers and look at the world.

Worthy of the title of invincible in the world!

Li Changan sat cross-legged in the void.

In front of them were Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianqi, fragments of cultivation memories one by one.

"Therefore, if you want to unlock the Wen Dao part of this starry sky blockade array, you have to open one hundred and eighty-two Wen Dao ......"

There is nothing wrong with martial arts cultivation.

It doesn't matter if Zhihai hasn't found it for the time being, the remaining one hundred and eighty-two acupuncture points have already been set in location, and they only need to be cultivated step by step.

But Wendao is a big problem.

Wenqi Dingacupoint ......

First of all, you have to have a literate atmosphere!

Li Changan once again looked inwardly at himself.

In addition to being able to look inside the martial arts acupoints, the rest is the various fragments that are densely packed like stars.

Temperament?

Yes!

Whether it is the fragments of the Wen Palace, or the fragments of the Wen Gong, or the scattered poems and the moon of the scriptures.

are escaping a lot of literary atmosphere.

However, because there is no restraint of the Wen Palace, and there is no complete control of the Wen Gong, these Wen Qi cannot be retained at all.

As far as Wen Dao is concerned, Li Changan at this time is like a sieve, and all the Wen Qi flows out of the sieve holes, and there is nothing left.

Li Changan closed his eyes and pondered how Wen Dao should continue.

Without the literary atmosphere, it is impossible to determine the acupoints, and it is impossible to open up the literary knowledge.

But now that I don't have a literary palace, I can't keep my literary energy, so naturally I can't fix the acupoints......

So I have to first cast a literary palace to store the literary qi.

can cast a literary palace, and a large amount of literary gas is required.

Things are stuck in an infinite loop.

Completely unsolvable.

Li Changan rubbed his eyebrows and opened his eyes suddenly, "No, no...... I've just fallen into a misunderstanding. ”

"What Lu Zhengju's predecessors think, is a literary knowledge and a literary palace!"

"Later, because it was impossible to cast a new literary palace, I retreated to the second best thing and penetrated all the literary skills......"

"What he wanted from beginning to end was Wengong! It's Bun Palace! It's Bun Palace! ”

"Wenzhi is just the carrier of Wengong."

"Since I even broke the Wen Palace......

Thinking of this, Li Changan's eyes suddenly lit up,

"Why don't you just use the Wenqiao as a Wengong!?"

"What are you going to do to cast the Wen Palace?"

"Since the literary aperture can store the literary atmosphere, it can be used as a simplified version of the literary palace......"

Li Changan hurriedly took out a piece of paper from the Sumeru treasure bag and began to paint on it.

"If you equate the palace with the palace."

"So what I need now is ...... First find a literary knack that can store the literary atmosphere, instead of thinking about recasting a literary palace. ”

"With the knowledge of literature, you can slowly accumulate the knowledge of literature, so as to stabilize the points of literature and open up new knowledge."

"Every time I open up a literary know-how, I am equivalent to an additional literary palace!"

Li Changan shook his fist fiercely.

I'm a little genius!

however

The excitement is short-lived, after all.

When Li Chang'an rushed to try it, he was dumbfounded again.

"Although a distraction has been removed, I don't have a literary atmosphere now, how can I open up a literary know-how?"

"It's a dead knot that can't be solved!"

Li Changan fell to the ground with a "poof", looking at the starry sky above his head with his eyes lost.

"I'm a day you immortal banban......"

After a long time, Li Changan got up again and began to refine those fragments with martial arts true qi, hoping that the strengthened "Dragon Elephant Xuangong" could attract literary qi.

It's a pity that only the power of the Demon Sacred Stone was absorbed by "Dragon Elephant Xuangong", and the tone was not moved at all.

……

"Hey...... Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it. Li Changan rolled up his sleeves and began to try again and again.

Buckle off a piece of Qinglian Wenqi and put it on the door of your head...... Useless.

simply put the Qinglian Wenqi in his mouth and slammed it...... Still useless.

According to Lu Zhengju's cultivation memory, he barely determined the location of a literary aperture, and pierced the fragments of the literary urn into his head, and his head was covered with blood...... Still useless.

……

Li Changan even tried to chew and swallow the fragments of the Wen Gong into his stomach, but he almost knocked his teeth out.

So he swallowed it raw, almost didn't draw a path out of his intestines, and the heat didn't ease up for several days.

This thing is indigestible.

……

"Your uncle!" Li Changan's hair was scattered, his eyes were hollow, and he roared like crazy at the magnificent and silent starry sky.

But no one could respond to him.

Here, apart from eating the Soldier Food Pill, he didn't even have any other way to keep time.

I've been stuck here for two whole months.

Li Changan muttered to himself for two months, and finally didn't want to say a word.

After the last roar, Li Changan slumped to the ground, looking at the memory phantom of Lu Zhengju and Zhan Tianqian in front of him, in a daze.

I don't know how long it took.

Lu Zhengju's words and Zhan Tianji's voice seemed to overlap.

"The Sacred Path Bridge...... This bridge connects the virtual and the real, and the world manifests the ......"

"This is the door of the holy way, mysterious and mysterious, ask your own hearts, if you become a holy heart, the holy way will also become a ......"

……

"From the fragments left over from ancient times, Lone found the record of the mysterious gate, involving the Immortal Dao era several eras ago."

"The door of mystery is in the mind, and the truth leads to heaven and man. Or said to know the sea, or said to be the purple house, or said to be the spirit of the mountain, or said to be the ancestral hole, the mystery is very, so it is called the mysterious door. ”

……

"The Sacred Path Bridge...... Mysterious Door ......"

Li Changan blinked, and his dull eyes seemed to have a little more light.

The only words left in my head were spinning back and forth.

Thundered......

Li Changan stood up abruptly, "The Holy Dao Bridge and the Mysterious Gate...... Could it be the same thing!? ”

"The mysterious door is in his mind, Zhan Tianqian has no literary temperament, how did he open it up!?"