The life of the outer disciples is very ordinary, there is nothing surprising, in the world of cultivators, the cultivation of the acquired realm is equivalent to a mortal, and it is not a real cultivator, whether it is an expedition or a treasure grab, it is all a matter of the inner disciples of each faction, and it has nothing to do with a disciple of Wang Gan's status.

Time passed, Wang Qian was immersed in the world of cultivation, and every breakthrough was a kind of joy and understanding.

From the cultivation of the Nine Turns Refining Body Technique to the first turn of the Yi Jin stage, Wang Qian no longer stayed in Qingyun Mountain every day, but began to go out for walking.

The Tianyuan Continent is very large and has a huge population, just the three empires controlled by Qingyun Gate have a population of billions, ordinary merchants, and countless high-rollers.

In order to increase his knowledge, Wang Gan's footprints are almost all over the mountains, wandering the rivers, most of the time he walks as a mortal, observing all things in the world, walking thousands of dangerous roads, depending on the warmth and coldness of human feelings, deducing the way of heaven with humanity, and grasping a trace of the trajectory of the way of heaven from the complicated red dust, as a result, his divine consciousness cultivation has increased greatly, and the soul realm has continued to grow, and the increase is so fast that even he himself was startled.

"It seems that the avenue is boundless, omnipresent, boundless, and inexplicable. ”

Wang Gan stood on the land of the Zhao Wu Empire, looking up at the sky, and slowly sighed, he was now dressed in a green shirt, tall and thin, but judging from the bare skin on his body, it gave birth to this layer of Mengmeng Baoguang, full of the power to dominate the world, sometimes showing off his talents, sometimes the aura of the overlord was perfectly integrated in him, and it showed his excellence, and the bustling crowd unconsciously opened a road for him.

Wang Gan continued to use his own wisdom to deduce his own cultivation path, only to feel that he was confused, and even more felt that the way of heaven was lofty, and he was just a weak ant in front of the great avenue of heaven and earth since ancient times, and he couldn't make any waves.

"Yuantong Dinghui, body with double cultivation, my current soul realm has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and I can break through to the realm of the late stage of foundation building at any time, this is the cultivation of the body, and the nine turns of refining the body, the various combat methods in the Heaven Splitting Halberd method are not very harmonious, the Tao is there, but there is also the strength to subdue the demons and subdue the demons, and protect the Tao, and this nine turns of the body refining technique, only in the battle, will there be a breakthrough, blind hard training, it is not very effective. ”

Wang Qian's heart was very clear about his cultivation path, and he was no longer confused at the beginning.

At this time, the Zhao Wu Empire and the Snow Night Empire were at war, so he simply joined the army directly, starting with a small soldier.

Today's Tianyuan Continent, there are many kingdoms, and it seems to be complicated, but according to Wang Qian's understanding these days, the situation is very clear, almost every mortal country has more or less the shadow of the Xiuzhen sect, in fact, this is also very easy to understand, Xiuzhen is not a broken desire, nor is it a firework that does not eat the world, on the contrary, every Xiuzhen sect, if it wants to develop and grow, it needs a large number of resources, spirit stones, magic weapons, divine materials, population, all of which are unimaginable to ordinary mortals. For example, if a sect wants to inherit for a long time and the Dao system will not be destroyed, then it needs generations of genius disciples who can support the power of the entire sect, and where do these genius disciples come from, that is, from the mortal realm, a sect, the more the territory of the control zhì, the more the population, the more geniuses with the ultimate potential of that bone, on the contrary, if a Xiuzhen sect has no influence in the mortal realm, in the end, it can only be green and yellow, and the Dao system has no inheritance, and it slowly disappears in the long river of history.

Throughout the ages, there are not many Taoist sects that have died out because there is no successor, and this is also the year after the Tianyuan Emperor ruled the world, the irritated Xiuzhen sect jointly crusaded, and soon the huge Wang Chao disappeared, and even he was robbed, and the body was finally obtained by Wang Gan.

The Zhao Wu Empire is the mortal realm controlled by the Qingyun Gate, with a vast area and a population of hundreds of millions, how many outstanding disciples should be found among them? Think about choosing from hundreds of millions of people, what kind of concept is that?

And the Snow Night Empire, standing behind it is the Falling Star Sect, the power is similar to the Qingyun Gate, both sides belong to the Immortal Dao, although there is no war, but the competition for various resources on weekdays is going on all the time, so the conquest of the Zhao Wu Empire and the Snow Night Empire has almost become a routine, and every ten years or so, a war will break out.

When the war broke out, Wang Qian also coincided with it, because he wanted to hone his cultivation, he also joined the army of the Zhao Wu Empire and went to the border.

Wang Gan joined the army of the mortal realm this time and experienced the war in order to hone his combat skills, so at the beginning, he regarded himself as a martial arts high-roller in the acquired realm, rather than a corpse path cultivator who had reached the realm of corpse soldiers, a zombie.

It was also from this day that a god-like figure appeared on the Blue Blood Pass.

His body is extremely tough, swords, guns, swords and halberds are indestructible, and his strength is infinitely great like a demon god, only with him on the battlefield, he is pushing all the way, regardless of it, holding a big black iron halberd, the halberd is sharp, the head is rolling, and the blood is flowing like a river.

"General, it's not good, that killing god is here!"

A soldier in iron armor rushed into a large felt tent with a panicked face, and knelt down to a mighty middle-aged man to report it.

Here is the military tent of the Snowy Night Empire, hundreds of thousands of troops gathered, grain and grass are like mountains, there are countless heads, bustling and dense, but it is quiet like a dark night forest, reflecting the strict discipline of the Snowy Night Empire's army, elite soldiers.

However, now Qin Mu, the commander of this army, had a sad face, and after hearing the report of the little soldier, his face changed again and again.

Snorted coldly and walked out of the military tent, someone had already brought a majestic war horse, full of fiery red as charcoal, below the horse's belly, faintly visible red scale armor, this is the most precious war horse red scale horse in the Snow Night Empire, according to legend, this horse has the blood of the fierce beast red scale beast, traveling thousands of miles a day, coming and going like the wind.

Riding on the red-scaled horse, Qin Mu had already arrived at the front line of the army in a few breaths, and a majestic pass stood in the distance, like an immortal giant, no matter how stormy it was, it could not be broken.

With a flicker of his eyes, he had already seen the place where the two armies clashed, and a blood-red sword was surging.

At this time, it was already the second month that Wang Qian had joined the army of the Zhao Wu Empire, and in the past two months, he had galloped across the battlefield, fighting countless battles, and I don't know how many soldiers of the Snow Night Empire had died under his Zhu Shen halberd.

In today's battle between the two armies, he fought again, and in less than half an hour, the Divine Halberd in his hand was already a blood-red, and the viscous blood continued to flow on the halberd blade, and vaguely, a trace of evil qi was absorbed by the halberd, which increased the power of the divine weapon in his hand.

Completely regarded himself as a mortal soldier, Wang Gan held a halberd in his hand, striding and slashing, a black light surrounded him, and all enemy soldiers who approached him, no matter how strong the armor they were wearing, were instantly strangled into a blood mist.

"Ahh

A soldier of the Snowy Night Empire, watching his comrades-in-arms around him fall one by one, his face was as pale as snow, his eyes were terrified, he howled loudly, and ran to the rear, but unfortunately where could he run away, Wang Qian snorted coldly, the halberd waved, and the cold light of the blade penetrated the void, and in an instant, it passed through his throat, and a bright line of blood rose to the sky, and his head fell to the ground, and it was another unjust soul.

What Qin Mu saw was that Wang Gan was in the formation of the two armies, slashing and slashing, like a peerless divine soldier, brutally rushing into the sea of people, penetrating fiercely, splashing a series of rivers of blood.

"This person is really fierce, just like a terrible beast! Not like a mortal, no matter how powerful a military general is, he is not his opponent!"

Qin Mu was shocked, he saw with his own eyes that there were dozens of sharp spears directly inserted into Wang Gan's body, but there was no effect, a faint cyan qi flickered, and all the cold iron spears were shocked into powder, as for those soldiers, naturally all of them were harvested.

Although Wang Gan killed fiercely, his mind was as clear as water, and he did not make any waves, and the trajectory of the halberd in his hand became more and more mysterious, and there was an indescribable charm in it.

As for Qin Mu's distant observation, he naturally didn't know anything, and even if he knew, he probably wouldn't pay attention to it, because he was not an opponent at the same level at all, thinking about a mortal general, compared to him, a fierce zombie, I am afraid that he was not even an ant.

On the edge of the battlefield, as time passed, Qin Mu's face became more and more gloomy, because that killing god was so terrifying, almost within a hundred meters of him, it was almost blank, and no one could survive under that bloody halberd.

"I can't go on like this, come on, go and invite the Nebula Prince!"

As soon as the order was given, a herald had already slipped away beside him.

Wang Qian's mind was calm, the halberd in his hand waved, and he didn't know how many heads were cut off, and suddenly he felt a cold murderous aura surging from afar.

A young man dressed in white, walking from the edge of the battlefield, with handsome eyebrows and an ethereal temperament, as if he was the pride of the sky, on the road he walked, the soldiers fighting on both sides, the boiling blood of the battle calmed down, and one by one involuntarily dodged to the side, as if he saw a flood beast.

This person is the Xingyun Gongzi in Qin Mu's mouth, an inner disciple of the Falling Star Sect, this time he went down the mountain to practice, just came to the Snow Night Empire, at the beginning of the Qingxue Pass War, he was treated as a guest at Qin Mu's place, originally he was not interested in the war of these mortals, but just now he was told by Qin Mu's soldiers that there was a god-like figure who killed on the battlefield, so he was a little interested in coming out and seeing.

Wang Gan's fierce killing scene was seen by him.

"Hmm, among mortals, he can be regarded as a master, but in the eyes of this son, that is, a bigger ant, it's just that, this Qin Mu is quite knowledgeable, and behind this Snow Night Empire is my Falling Star Sect, this person is so killing, after all, it is not beautiful, let's take care of him." ”

With a faint glance, this Xingyun Gongzi sentenced Wang Gan to death, too, as a cultivator who was a great cultivator in the late congenital stage, Wang Gan was just a mortal in his eyes, and it was not a big deal to kill him casually.

The cultivator of the late congenital stage was the absolute king in this battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to Wang Gan.