There is no aura in the outer vacuum.

Naturally, there is no aura in the shuttle, and if you want to practice qi, you have to rely on spirit stones. Of course, the Qi Cultivation Pill and certain Heavenly Treasures are much more effective.

Speaking of which, spirit stones are not necessary in many cases, but they are indispensable. It's not that it acts as currency, but that spirit stones are in many fields, and they are better alternatives, but they are indeed indispensable.

For example, in the refining weapon, the spirit stone is an item that is very needed in the process. But if you really want to be gone, or you want better results, you can find a better replacement.

Another example is the qi training in the shuttle......

The fact that the spirit stone became the main currency of the monks was indeed an inevitability of chance.

At this time, Tan Weiran is not practicing qi. The days on the shuttle are very boring, in addition to practicing qi, because the shuttle is not big, when practicing the skills, you have to hold the action at all, and dare not move too much. However, Tan Weiran is not a person who depends on the environment, and after careful consideration, he feels that he can practice and control the finesse.

Tricks, secret arts, energy, and even spirit. It's so fine that you try to control the direction of the burst of each petal of the Qinglian Breath Technique, and even the amplitude of the twisting and rotation, and so on.

After coming up with this idea, Tan Weiran made some progress after practicing for a while. So it's not much, it's because his original control of the secret technique of the trick is relatively detailed, and he can fight with the Divine Illumination Realm, which accounts for a certain factor. Maybe not much, but there are certainly ones.

In fact, in his previous life, he followed this path of fine control. There is no way, cultivation is at the pinnacle of spiritual travel, and he can't stand squandering at will in battle, so he can only desperately try to tap his combat effectiveness.

The fusion of fist and physical strength is largely the embodiment of fine control.

Fortunately, the boredom is a little boring, but there are two strong people who can't stand the shuttle all the way. There is Zong Changkong, and Jing Hu's guidance or something is not in the expectation of talking about Weiran and Mingkong. What really made them feel that they had gained a lot was always the exchange between Zong Changkong and Jing Hu.

Whenever Zong Changkong and Jing Hu had martial arts or scripture exchanges, Tan Weiran and Mingkong immediately put down their hands and hurried to listen.

A lot of the time, it's a half-understood way to talk about the future. Once in a while, I'll be satisfied. Of course, not all of them are suitable for his spiritual realm to hear, and some of them may be harmful if they are learned too early. Whenever this happens, Zong Changkong will just right to cut off the audio-visual of the conversation, until he misses that paragraph.

If it is said that the biggest harvest is naturally the clear sky. Fang has only entered the realm of breaking the void for half a year, and he has stabilized the realm, and with these gains, he has verified them one by one in several fierce battles with extraterritorial heavenly demons along the way. and successfully pushed another sword spirit to seventy percent.

The harvest of talking about Weiran is not small, although there is no breakthrough like Mingkong, but it has also been accumulated in the heart, waiting for the right time, before it will be accumulated.

If we want to talk about breakthroughs, it is not completely none. A bright and free sword, Tan Weiran couldn't practice sword intent before, of course, he didn't have much time and mind on it. Now there is a sect of the sky to point out. was able to concentrate on the shuttle again, and finally succeeded in condensing the bright sword intent.

In addition to cultivation and auditing. In the extra leisure time, Tan Weiran is always reading, all kinds of books.

The most unique is the book I got from the Twelve Earthly Branches: "The Bright Dao Codex"!

Coupled with this reading on the shuttle, after three years of intermittent conduct, he hasn't even finished reading it once. This is no joke!

When I used to get the book. A cursory glance at the glimpses of the light shows nothing. But when he really reads a few paragraphs, or even individual sentences, with his heart, there will always be something strange happening.

From time to time, I unconsciously fell into contemplation, as if every word on it was sinking more than 10,000 catties. Let him quickly drain his brainpower and even energy.

Sometimes, when he looks at it, he unconsciously sinks into every word, as if every word contains great mystical meaning, which makes him forget himself and indulge in it. It's just one or two sentences in that paragraph, and it may take a month or two to read it before you faintly feel like "I'm really reading it".

The word "bright" has been encountered in seven places in the process of reading this book, and six of them have been easily read. There was only one place, which took two or three months to barely digest it.

It's really "digestion".

Before "digesting" it, if you read the "Bright Dao Canon" again, you will be dizzy, in a trance, and vomit, and you will not even be able to see a word, and you will not be able to read it.

It is such a thin book of "Bright Dao Classics", he has read it intermittently for two or three years, and he has not even finished reading one-fifth of it, and he feels that he has vaguely read the breath of "Dao"!

Books are normal, and there are no special powers attached to them. In the process of reading, what strikes Tan Weiran is from the text itself, not from the book.

If there is anything special, there is only one: this "Bright Dao Codex" was copied by Wei Tiansheng, the owner of Baili Cave Mansion.

Perhaps it was the handwritten transcription of the "Divine Tribulation Realm" that brought that extremely mysterious difference to this Taoist classic.

Practice, audit, exchange, study, ...... It has become the main thing that Tan Weiran is doing on the shuttle, and it is repeated every day, which is so boring that it makes people sulk. He sometimes thinks that if he was based on the fiery temperament of the senior sister twenty years ago, he would definitely not be able to stay in the shuttle.

It can be seen that the senior sister has also improved a lot.

Maybe it's too boring, sometimes in an unsettling silence, gazing into the darkness, as if it has hooked up many, many hearts at once. He will miss Leng Kui, Guan Ruoxia, Gu Daxia and others......

He will think of and worry about the third senior brother Liu Chengfeng, Xu Daoning and Fu Chong, who have disappeared one after another, and Xie Anmin, the ancestor who is very likely to be more auspicious. Occasionally, I want to ask where that guy from Kong Ting got into.

There are also lush faces and wind-blown snow...... made mistakes one after another, but he didn't realize it, maybe he would be replaced by Ji Feiyue at some point. As long as there is a snow sword technique in the world, the wind blowing snow will not be trapped in this place anymore, and the road of self-creation will not be delayed too much in the future.

There is snow in the world, and this sword technique is really seamless with the wind blowing the snow.

It's Li Zhoulong's guy, forget it, there's nothing to worry about, a son of a wealthy family, no one will have anything to do with him.

Well, there are also two girls, Lu'er and Rui'er.

Tan Weiran found that there were more people to miss.

The shuttle continued to gallop towards the Mingxin Sect, as such, more than a month later.

The shuttle passed through the darkness, gradually approaching the luminous objects that were very sparse and distant in the dark vacuum. At this time, Zong Chang took a compass-shaped object with his flip hand, as if activating somewhere, and a cloud of light popped up, taking on the shape of a three-dimensional extraterrestrial vacuum.

As soon as the mind moved, the shrunken points of light on it were enlarged one after another, and after enlargement, the text was annotated on the side: Luohan Desolate Realm!

The name of this object is the Boundary Landmark Star Map, which was exchanged by Zong Changkong in other realms, and it is naturally not as convenient and intuitive as this one compared to recording the boundary landmark map with paper and pen.

Zong Changkong twisted and turned, the three-dimensional star map dissipated, and pointed to a small luminous body in the distance: "That is the Arhat Wasteland, we have arrived." ”

An hour later, the shuttle tore through the outer wall of the space and entered the Arhat Wasteland.

All of a sudden, from the dark vacuum, which was deep and dark, came to a place with blue sky and white clouds, which was tantamount to a transformation from hell to heaven. Even Zong Changkong and Jing Hu, who are used to the dark vacuum, also have a sense of brightness and a sense of comfort.

"Whew. Tan Weiran pinched his eyes and exhaled: "For some reason, there is a feeling of returning to the world." ”

Jing Hu Zhengse clenched his fist to Zong Changkong: "Sect senior, I will take the first step here." In this battle, I will watch the battle from the left and right, and if necessary, I must say hello. ”

Needless to say, Jing Hu is not a verbose person, and he has said everything that should have been said on the shuttle.

Zong Changkong bowed slightly, Jing Hu nodded to Mingkong, and glanced at Tan Weiran again. In an instant, he jumped out of the shuttle. In just a shadow of a phantom, the person disappeared without a trace, and I don't know if it was hidden in the sky and clouds.

It is not surprising that Jing Hu left at this time, and if he stays, he will have to be involved in this grievance. This battle is a personal grudge of Zong Changkong, mixed with sectarian grudges, and it should not be his turn to interfere.

However, even before the conversation, Jing Hu still expects Zong Changkong to use that favor. Besides, after coming all the way to this trip, there is a big war at the sight, how can he leave the Arhat Wasteland at this time.

When the shuttle tore open the space and entered the Luohan Wasteland, the fluctuations formed in the process rippled away from one point to the other.

Monks and ordinary people below the realm of holding the truth are unable to perceive the existence of such fluctuations. However, for the Spirit Wandering Monk and above, this kind of fluctuation from space, the stronger the cultivation and the closer the distance, the clearer it becomes.

Just like a small pebble falling into the water, it will naturally form ripples and alarm the fish that are close to you.

All the spatial friendships formed by directly splitting the void are simply invisible within a certain distance. Although there were also ways to greatly reduce the oscillation range of this spatial ripple, Zong Changkong obviously didn't do it.

This is a righteous revenge!

There is no need to hide, it is to be announced: He is coming!

Almost at the same time, within a radius of thousands of miles, many people were keenly aware of the ripples of this ripple of space, and they all looked up at the sky.

Although most of them couldn't see or scan anything, they still sneered: "I don't know which family's powerhouse is the one who casually breaks through the sky in our Arhat Wasteland...... I really didn't take the Mingxin Sect in my eyes. ”

Some people gloated: "If you don't get caught, forget it, if you are caught by Mingxin Sect, you may not have good fruits." ”

In a world where there are powerful forces, it is not a thing that can be treated calmly. It is considered impolite at least and provocative at worst......

It's rude here, if it's at the mountain gate of the Jade Void Sect, it's very likely to be seen as a provocation!

When the space ripples, black clouds roll thousands of miles away, and heavy rain pours.

At the top of the mountain, on the edge of the cliff, a monk endured the wind and rain. When he noticed this fluctuation, his heart sank: "Is it Zong Changkong?!"

"Whether it is or not, the Prophet will sect!"

Take a piece of paper, write a line of words, and swing it and burn it to ashes. (To be continued......)