Chapter 140: Minefield (1)
"Little Art ......"
Screaming miserably, although Baili Wenjian was seriously injured, he still tried his best to run outside.
As if hearing his shout, Bailiyi's voice came from the distant sky: "Daddy, Xiaoyi is fine, this is Xiaoyi's choice without regrets!" Take care of everyone...... Wait for us ......"
She's still alive, but she's just helplessly taken away!
But this is a choice she does not regret!
Wait...... We!
It's her who is waiting, and Han Jing!
Listening to this qiē, Baili Wenjian seemed to see the pure and sweet smile of Baili Yi in the sky, so a drop of hot tears flowed, and he could only say in a low voice: "Jing'er, a qiē please...... Jing'er...... Please!"
......
Han Jing naturally couldn't hear this qiē, and he wouldn't know about the tragedy of Bailiju, and he wouldn't know that the Guxin family had just suffered a catastrophe like Bailiju!
As for what happened in Lincang City, he would not know either.
Because now he is still in the Shenglong Terrace!
Walking through the boulevard, Han Jing felt as if he had stepped on tens of thousands of miles, but the time was not long, it was only a few hours.
Then, he saw the Lei Pavilion, but found that the pavilion was not what it looked like from a distance: when he arrived here, the Lei Pavilion had doors and windows, like a simple grass house.
"Here, is this the thatched hut where the first generation of East Palace Palace masters lived? In his own refining magic weapon, in his own illusion space, he lives alone......"
"What is he waiting for here?
A qiē is all a question.
Standing outside the door, Han Jing also thought about it, but there was no answer: he wouldn't know what a powerhouse on this continent did and thought about here hundreds of thousands of years ago!
But now that he's here, he can only move on.
So after respectfully bowing three times, Han Jing gently pushed open the wooden door that had been sealed for too long.
With a "squeak", he saw a bed inside, which was still as white as new, neat, and without the slightest trace of dust on it.
If there is anyone who has slept with this, there must only be one possibility!
In the corner of the bed there was a cabinet with a stage candle on it, which looked extremely simple, as simple as a mortal farmhouse, and the door of the broken cabinet was open, revealing some ancient books inside......
The ancient books were also not covered with dust, Han Jing flipped through them casually, and sure enough, they were the notes of this senior-recording some of the things he felt and meditated on were all related to the power of thunder!
It's just such a thing, Han Jing can't say that he doesn't respect the ancients, but he does feel superficial.
After all, with the heights he had reached in his previous life, this first-generation palace master's perception and meditation on the power of thunder was really too simple and crude!
Therefore, Han Jing directly included these ancient books in the ring, and only hoped that they could be given to the appropriate disciples of the East Palace in the future, so that some of the things of this predecessor could be inherited!
But at this moment, Han Jing saw that there was actually a door on the other wall, which was very strange.
When he looked from the outside, Han Jing only saw a hut. In this case, there shouldn't be another room here.
So, what's behind this door?
Standing here a few steps forward, Han Jing frowned slightly and gently stretched out his hands......
With the same "squeak", Han Jing really saw another room!
"This ......"
This room was different from the previous one, as the door opened, ten thousand golden lights immediately emitted: it was full of gold coins, pearls, jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and night pearls, and even mountains of spirit stones and hundreds of good swords of the ground grade!
"This is the wealth collected by the predecessors?"
Looking at this qiē, looking at all the treasures piled up in this palace-like room, Han Jing smiled: "Okay, these things outside the body, the juniors will collect them for the seniors!"
Yes!
Han Jing originally planned to come here to "seek wealth and danger", and according to the design of Shenglong Terrace, the warriors who can come here should be regarded as having passed all the assessments set by the first generation of palace masters, and have the qualifications to inherit the treasures and supernatural powers he left behind.
In this way, Han Jing unceremoniously changed his mind, and directly classified all the things into the ring he had prepared.
Then he saw another door—a wooden door to move on.
But on both sides of this door, there are still some words engraved: The essence of thunder and tribulation, trapped here, under the martial honor, those who enter will die!
"What ......"
Seeing these handwritings, Han Jing was also slightly surprised: This palace master back then actually had a catastrophe?
In the end, his tribulation was estimated to have failed, but he was at least alive, and shockingly "retained" some of the thunder power of the tribulation and stayed behind this door!
Or maybe he refined this Ascending Dragon Platform in order to survive the Tribulation Success, and in the end, he relied on the Ascending Dragon Platform to obtain a trace of the essence of the Thunder Tribulation!
"Ning Yuan Realm, Yang Reality Realm, Ask Void Realm, Tianzhao Realm, Gathering Stars Realm...... According to the memory of this life, only when the martial artists on this continent have reached the peak strength of the Martial Venerable Realm will they usher in the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Punishment! In this way, the first generation of palace masters used to be the peak powerhouses of the Martial Venerable Realm...... He is only one step away from the Nine Yang Realm?"
This sentence was said by Han Jing by integrating the experience of this life and the previous life.
First of all, in this life, all the level divisions of the martial artists on the continent he got, the highest is the Wuzun realm, and then it seems that because no one has ever broken through the limit of the Wuzun realm, there is no higher realm name and record.
But according to the experience of his previous life, Han Jing knew that after the Martial Venerable Realm was the Jiuyang Realm—no longer relying on the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of a continent for his own use, but a Martial Artist Realm with the power of the stars as the object of spitting!
Such a martial artist is many, many times stronger than those martial artists who can only obtain the aura of heaven and earth from a continent to enhance their strength.
If you need a metaphor, the martial artist below the Nine Yang Realm is just a farmer who owns an apple tree, and the harvest will not be too much; at least it needs to reach the level of the Gathering Star Realm, then this farmer will have more fruit trees - starting from the Gathering Star Realm, the martial artist can introduce the power of the vast stars from the star field for his own use!
And the martial artists of the Nine Realms of Gathering Stars can already introduce the vast spiritual power of at least nine stars for their own use, so that they can become Martial Venerables.
As his strength became stronger and stronger, Wu Zun gained more and more power of the stars, and once he became a martial artist in the Jiuyang Realm, if he was still a farmer at that time, he would already be a farmer with orchards!
It is precisely for this reason that the real martial arts powerhouse actually started from the Jiuyang Realm!
"In such a continent where the aura is thin, I have cultivated to the peak level of the Martial Venerable Realm, and the seniors are also extremely talented and extremely ungodly!"
With a bit of sincere respect, Han Jing took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The essence of thunder and tribulation, trapped here, under the martial honor, those who enter will die!
"Surely you will die?"
Looking at the wooden door, there was a little expectant smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a blazing essence: "My Han Jing's second realm is finally here!"