Over the years, Mochizuki Well has been flooded with waves three times, Xin Zhuo has guessed many times these days, and at first he thought it was a foreknowledge of danger, after all, several people in the east did it immediately.

Then, he thought that it was something that was needed by the nearby Hope Moon Well, after all, Mochizuki Well pulled him by himself, just like when he went to the Sea of Bitterness, devouring the qi of the immortals.

Now he suddenly understood that this was a self-replenishment of Mochizuki Well, and that he had encountered something that was beneficial to the well owner and could change the well owner's situation.

At this moment, the moon in the well has been replenished, and there are faintly many figures fluttering, one of them is the remnant soul of the Holy King just now, which seems to be the fullest state of the Moon Gaze Well.

It turns out that these shadows that appeared when fusing martial arts were all remnant souls of martial artists with extremely high martial arts realms in unknown eras?

And there are thirteen mental methods on the surface of the well, all of which are secret books of mental methods above the quasi-holy realm, there are fragments, there are whole texts, not only that, but there are also 300,000 ancient true qi and [Heaven and Earth Five Elements Ice Intent].

These mental methods and the [Heaven and Earth Five Elements Ice Intent] should have been obtained by that Saint King in his lifetime, and the 300,000 Ancient True Qi, nine times out of ten, were collected from the martial artists in the "Saint King's Well".

It's like......

After the owner of the well desperately gave Mochizuki Well the opportunity to replenish energy, a big feedback from Mochizuki Well!

Taking a deep breath and breathing again, Xin Zhuo's body trembled slightly, with the gift of this thing to protect his body, if he didn't fight in this world, wouldn't he be a fool?

He looked at the Wuyun Stone Mine under the hills near and far.

You're all set!

Turn around, finish eating the rat meat, sit cross-legged and calm down, for three days and three nights, open your eyes, stretch out your hand, and fuse!

"Woo Woo ......"

[Nine-headed fog should be a dragon! 】

[Ten-eyed phoenix! 】

[Sixteen wings bind the dragon! 】

[Octagonal swallowing the sky is strange! 】

The four primordial origins separated from the body, entered the Mochizuki Well, and quickly merged with the [Merit Wheel Tiger Buddha Protector].

The surface of the well is turbulent, hundreds of rays of light, thousands of colors are unpredictable, and dozens of figures have played out one after another......

……

"Chu! Appeared! ”

In a primeval dense forest 100,000 miles expanse, there is a huge altar, dry bones everywhere, and an old man with long hair looks up at the sky, his eyes turn the sun and the moon, muttering to himself.

……

"First ......"

In the endless sea, on 9,999 islands, a large number of warriors flew to the sky, among which there were more than a dozen saints, sitting high in the air, as if they were evolving the Zhou Tian formation.

On a sword-shaped island in the middle, the peak of the 10,000-year-old moss mountain suddenly trembled, and a huge stone head slowly rose, its eyes staring directly at the sky, and the aura of disillusionment was endless.

The dozen or so saints in the sky suddenly landed, frightened, and saluted in unison: "Ancestor!"

The stone head fell on deaf ears, and just muttered, "I hope it's not a Terran!"

Dead silence returned, and the island was still the same island.

……

"First ......"

"Why is there such a thing in the world?"

"How many times has it been seen since the dawn of time?"

"Three times!"

Daqianxi went to 470,000 li, 100,000 zhang in the sky, watched from afar, and wrote the peaks and peaks of the word "three".

But up close, between the three peaks, separated by tens of thousands of miles, the two peaks above are completely shrouded in white clouds.

The "one" peak at the bottom is composed of three thousand peaks, any of which is larger than Qiongxiao, the capital of the Great Qiandi.

At this moment, on a misty mountain peak and broken bridge, three figures, wearing linen robes, long hair fluttering, surrounded by dragons, phoenixes, and vermilion birds, all only the size of flies.

The three of them are like three living gods.

……

"First ......"

The sky dome is endlessly high, the sun halo and the moon shadow of the ninety-nine layers of the calendar, there is a piece of sea, the sea is hundreds of millions of miles wide, and there is a hidden fairy palace.

In a place between the clouds and mist, a white-haired young man was standing, his eyes shooting a dazzling golden light, staring straight down.

"What does the White Emperor mean?" A woman in white next to her asked.

The white-haired young man sighed: "First out, ominous!"

"What is the beginning?"

"At the beginning of heaven and earth, you and I were not there!"

"Did you break the first meeting?"

"Yes!"

"Since you can fold, you were born in the Nether...... You should know the Nether Martial Rebellion, so why worry? ”

"I don't understand, it's like she just came back, let you help her remember someone, there is no reason in the world."

"Sour!"

……

In the abyss.

"This primary origin...... It's too much! ”

Xin Zhuo looked at the "nothing" thing in the Mochizuki Well, and his face was sluggish.

The top "primary" level origin that was fused with hope turned out to be not a majestic giant, nor a domineering demeanor, just a fist-sized gray thing.

No solution! First of all, it is excluded that it is not a bicycle.

After being silent for a long time, he took in his body, and then his face suddenly changed, his body was light, and his strength was endless.

Carefully experience, the incomprehensible ease and clarity of the Lingtai.

Take a deep breath and leave it behind.

Stretch out your hand and point your own mental method [Xuantian Nine Turning Mountain True Technique] into the "Moon Gazing Well", and merge it with the remaining thirteen mental methods.

The surface of the well is once again colorful, the waves are turbulent, and the figures are shaking.

After half a pillar of incense, a new method of mind appeared:

[One gasification and three yangs.

Note: Can be cultivated in the Saint King Realm]

The introduction is extremely short, with only five words, that is, there is no characteristic, and there is no domineering name.

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, he could only accept it silently, and when he clicked into his body, a stream of clear water flowed into his body, and in an instant, it turned into three supreme yang qi and dispersed into the limbs and meridians of his body.

Looking at the introduction to the Spiritual Method and the direction of cultivation, he was silent for a long time again.

Then, when the sequelae of the Mind Transformation Method came, his whole body was paralyzed, and he immediately used his last remaining strength to collect the [Heaven and Earth Five Elements Ice Intent] into the Dantian Sea and enter the [Nine Shadows and Hundred Feet Ice].

【100/100】

"Hum—"

The moment before falling into a dizzy state, the ice was endless, and the entire underground space became a world of ice and snow, even a hundred or a thousand times colder than the "land of wood" above.

Three days later.

Xin Zhuo sat up, first felt the [Nine Secluded Hundred Zhangs of Ice], and then "looked" into the dantian sea, and now, the nine colors of the "ladder of heaven" gathered, and the end was hazy.

"Yuanji Ten Forests! The Nine Forests are the Great Perfection of the Yuan, and the Tenth Forest is the Quasi-Holy Realm! ”

"Ten Forests Turn the Heavenly Ladder into Ten Gates!"

"Turn the origin into a martial arts mountain pattern!"

"The mountain pattern enters the scriptures, and the flesh enters the Tao, such as mountains and mountains, flying to the sky and the earth!"

"For the martial arts quasi-saint!"

……

Time passes, like a white horse.

Da Qian's opening of the Holy Five Years.

Five years and ten months have passed since the opening of the secret realm of the "Valley of the Holy King", the expulsion of the three saints by the empress's anger, and the beheading of thousands of warriors.

It is another year of pear blossoms, and the sycamore in the imperial capital of Qiongxiao has sprouted buds again.

The 200,000 li of the Great Qiansheng Dynasty is a peaceful scene, and the 70,000-li snow country in the north has long been destroyed, and the world is thriving.

Now there are dozens of squares in the thousand-mile imperial capital and countless streets are full of people, and the ministers are busy with the court, but it is His Royal Highness King Jing Wang Ji Pixuan who deals with the government affairs.

Her Majesty the Empress is immersed in the pain of losing her husband and has not been in court for a year!

After a short period of discomfort, the secretary slowly got used to it.

This thousand-mile imperial capital is a holy place in the minds of countless people, every day there are warriors with dreams who come and cry and leave, and there are also rumors of the beautiful encounter between the princes and daughters who are loved by thousands of people and the pride of the heavens in the super sect holy land.

However, if the most eye-catching is the Marquis of Northern Xinjiang, Li Chunyuan, who has a mysterious background, entered the quasi-saint in Shengwang Mountain.

It is reported that the prince of the Jiang family is in charge, and the masters of the major holy lands are watching.

Even Her Majesty's personal retainers, the county lord and Feng Shuning, also went in person.

When the warriors of the capital heard the news, they rushed to it, but they were stopped at the foot of the mountain three hundred miles away.

At this moment, the Valley of the Holy King, the highest mountaintop, the nine-colored clouds are rolling, the Yuan-level origin nine-headed candles and nine yin are swirling, there are thousands of colors, and the wind is howling.

The terrifying vision, even if it is far away, is also heart-wrenching.

"The true martial artist has entered the quasi-saint, it is really good!"

Da Luozong Dongfang Lian'er put his hands behind his back, watched silently, full of envy, five years to enter the quasi-saint, except for the true martial artist, who can do it?

"Indeed!"

Elder Seven Kills of the Great Yan Taishang and Qin Guiyi, the Saint Son of the Bauhinia Holy Land, glanced at each other and said, "The combat power of the same realm is the first, Xin Zhuo has passed away, I am afraid that no one can match it!"

Xin Zhuo's matter is very secret, even the empress does not know the specific matters, and several people are also secretive, so that no one thinks of them when they stay in the imperial capital to practice after that.

"What did Xin Zhuo count again, a dead man, cough cough ......"

Jiang Yugui sat on a delicate Xuanyu demon chair, since he was injured by Xin Zhuo five years ago, his injuries have not healed, and he needs to be recuperated every day, and the family has sent a large number of medicines, but unfortunately there is nothing that can completely solve the secret injury of the origin of the beginning, the elders can help, but on that terrifying mountain, his status is not as good as a son-in-law, and the elders are too lazy to care, so if you want to heal completely, I am afraid that it will take ten years.

Whenever I think of the dark wounds on my body, there is no hope of becoming holy, I grit my teeth with hatred, yes, hate a dead person, what are you afraid of?

At this moment, Jiang Gongzi denied Xin Zhuo, except for the county lord and Feng Shuning, no one was willing to refute.

Xin Zhuo is indeed a dead man, that is, how was he famous back then, after all, he has passed away, how many amazing and brilliant talents in this world are like a flash in the pan?

A person who has cultivated for sixty years may not be as short as a flash in the pan in the world of martial artists with a long lifespan.

At this moment, not far away, Ling Junshan, the Holy Son of Tianshu, suddenly said: "I'm afraid that the quasi-holy realm has been broken!" What a terrible quasi-holy aura! ”

"Five years to break the quasi-holy ......"

Huang Dagui, Ma Boju and Murong Xiu were also crowded in the crowd, their faces full of envy.

Only on the other side, Deng Taixuan, who looked like a shriveled old man, had his eyes like torches, and muttered: "It's not like Li Chunyuan!"

Everyone looked at the peak, then their eyes moved down, and the next moment they looked horrified.

(End of chapter)