Just when Wang Lung raised his head to the sky, a purple halo suddenly flashed at the center of his eyebrows, this is a mark recognized by the rules of time, as long as it is recognized by any of the seven rules, there will be a corresponding mark, this mark is only this halo at the beginning, it will not appear in the center of the eyebrows, and the more profound the rules are perceived, the more prominent it will be.

From this moment on, Wang Long's cultivation officially entered the early stage of comprehension, and his strength took another step forward.

"Ha Lu Ha...... The little guy was lucky to be recognized by the rules of time, good. Mo Tianlong was very relieved when he found out about Wang Lung's situation, and praised Wang Lung.

Hearing Mo Tianlong's happy laughter, the two brothers opened their eyes, they had just entered the cultivation state when they were woken up by the other party again, but listening to what Mo Tianlong said just now, it should be related to Wang Long.

"Senior, I wonder if Wang Lung has sensed the rules of time?" asked Sora first.

"Yes! ”

"Oh, this is really good, I didn't expect him to be able to perceive the rules of time so quickly, how long has he been cultivating, just one year, I didn't expect the speed to be so fast. I sighed.

"yes!" said Sora.

"Don't sigh at the two of you, Xiaolong can feel that the rules of time are his creation, and the earth is not suitable for cultivation, but the evolution of the rules is ten thousand times stronger than the miracle space, and he can feel the rules in such a short period of time, which shows this, don't you slack off, do you know the way?" Mo Tianlong reminded the two brothers in a timely manner.

"Please rest assured, Wang Lung can comprehend the rules of time so quickly, we are happy for him, although we are already cultivators, it is impossible to have new understanding, but my brothers and I don't want to be caught up by Wang Lung so soon. He said respectfully.

"Hmm. Okay!" Mo Tianlong nodded, then closed his eyes again and ignored the two brothers.

Regarding Mo Tianlong's attitude, the two brothers have been taught many times, and when they saw each other closing their eyes and saying nothing, they looked at each other and began to cultivate again, they all knew very well that if Wang Lung successfully passed the trial. With the other party's comprehension ability, he will soon be able to catch up with them, a junior boy, who has only been in contact with cultivation for only a year, if he catches up so quickly, his brothers' faces are really not good-looking.

Although Wang Lung is not a real cultivator yet, his perverted body has made the two brothers helpless, if Wang Lung is perverted again in terms of rule perception, they will not be as simple as being caught up by the other party.

Wang Lung, who was recognized by the rules of time, did not leave the place. He was still reminiscing, this was the first rule on his cultivation path, although he knew the concept of the word "time", but it was completely different to really be recognized by the other party.

It is one thing to know the Dao, but it is another thing to be recognized, just like most of the cultivators in this underground realm, they have the strength of a cultivator, but they do not have the ability to cultivate. Wang Lung was originally somewhat similar to these people, and he knew all the seven rules. I can understand a certain meaning, but I just can't grasp it.

What is a rule, this is an abstract noun, it is like a circle, this circle is divided into seven parts, corresponding to the seven rules. In the circle, it is recognized by the rules, and Wang Lung has been circling in the circle, but he can't get in.

Now that Wang Lung is recognized by the rules of time, it is the circle of rules that has opened a gap for him, and what he has entered is only the territory within the rules of time. Although he got the green card under the time rule, he can't enter the other six rules for the time being, just like a person who wants to immigrate, he can apply for the nationality of another country and become a citizen of the country in order to be recognized by that country.

What Wang Lung has to do now is to gradually become familiar with the benefits brought to him by the rules of time, and try to win the recognition of the other six rules.

Recognized by the rules of time for the first time, Wang Lung was in a very good mood, he felt that his bad luck had come to an end, Lady Luck finally opened his eyes, he had just been recognized, the control of the rules of time can be said to be minimal, the old naughty boy can make time accelerate and regress, and even participate in it, Wang Lung is not good, he can at most let time go back for an hour or two, and the area is still very small, on the road of understanding the rules, he has just started, and the road is still very long.

From the repair of the meridians to now, it has only been a few hours, although he has not forced out the gods, but he is extremely perverted in the speed of comprehending the rules, and he does not dare to say that there is no one who will come later, and there is no one who has never been in the past to at least fill in his name.

As the saying goes, 'people are in good spirits when they are happy', but this sentence is not applicable to Wang Lung, he was only recognized by a rule, and there are six behind, he knows his own situation, he is in the underground world, and the second level of the experience is only reached, the gods do not show up, a brother and two are gone, and no one can share his happiness with a lonely person, these are not the point, the point is that he must survive in the experience, whether it is to understand a rule or seven rules to recognize him, and if he dies, there is nothing.

Bending down to pick up the fallen sword on the ground, Wang Lung was ready to set off again, he had just set himself a goal, that is, to clean up the villages from the periphery first, he had to challenge the limits of the gods, to see how many he could kill in order to force out the other party.

The length and width of the underground world realm are five hundred kilometers each, this distance is not a problem for Wang Lung, he can play back and forth in a quarter of an hour when the speed is fully open, and without selecting another target, Wang Lung followed the direction of his right hand.

A minute later, another small village appeared in front of him, and Wang Lung did not stop at all, and before the villagers could get out of the village, he killed them through the door.

In the same minute, Wang Lung had already left, and a dozen villagers fell behind him, he no longer cared about whether the dead bodies would disappear, he no longer thought about food, he was as indifferent as a grim reaper.

As time passed, if Wang Lung killed the last village in front of him, he would turn his gaze inward, and in half an hour, the number of cultivators who had died under his sword had exceeded three digits.

With so many servants killed, didn't the gods feel distressed? Wang Lung couldn't understand what the other party was trying to do, was it because he killed too quickly, too directly, and not cruelly enough?

In the last village on the periphery, Wang Lung stopped, just like when he was in Boji Village, he was waiting for the other party to gather together, he wanted to change his strategy, it might not be a good thing for the knife to come out too fast, and it might be effective to give that bullshit god some stimulation.

Watching a dozen villagers run out of the room, the weapons in their hands were similar to those of Boji, these ore-polished weapons were not even as good as the tools used by the ancient Chinese Stone Age people, without blades and blades. There wasn't even a trace of it cut on his body.

"Even idiots like you are still here to kill me, it seems that you gods have a fight against their intelligence and imbeciles. Wang Lung attacked as he spoke.

Wang Lung didn't intend to kill these villagers directly, and his sword only smashed when it fell on the other party, slapping the cultivator in front of him to the ground, or stepping on or kicking, and every time he greeted the other party's life.

"A stupid guy who claims to be a god. I think he should change his name to shit. Raising his left foot, Wang Lung kicked a close man directly.

"It's only you idiots who think he's a god, and he's the product of a close relative in my eyes. ”

"Bullshit, I don't think he's as good-looking as your second elder. The war knife in his hand played a trick, and Wang Lung actually cut off the lower body of a cultivator directly.

"Coward, I think you're worse than trash, and I smell more than you. "A cultivator who was about to sneak attack him from behind was caught by Wang Lung's backhand, and with a twist of force, the opponent's arm was directly separated from his body.

Wang Lung fought happily. He was scolding happily, he was provoking the gods with the most vicious language, and abusing and killing cultivators in the most cruel way.

Even if he left his hands alone, a dozen villagers were not enough for Wang Lung to toss around, just a few minutes, although no one died, but none of the villagers who could be healthy were left, and the few arms were slightly injured.

Looking at the villagers on the ground who were struggling to get up. Wang Lung had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he didn't like to kill people in this way. Although he relieved his hatred, the process disgusted him.

Wang Lung turned his body, and a villager next to him wanted to sit up and sneak attack, but without giving the other party any chance, he stepped on the opponent's chest with one foot, and kicked the opponent's second position with the other foot. Scolding while stepping on it.

Mo Tianlong, who was paying attention to Wang Lung, was on fire in his eyes, and his two fists were clenched, he had long known that Wang Lung had cursed him, and he was not there at that time, and he knew the Dao through eyeliner. He didn't see it with his own eyes, he heard it with his own ears, he didn't feel it so deeply, but now, he couldn't do anything but be angry.

Wang Lung's immoral mouth will not stop for a while, although Mo Tianlong is smoked by his angry seven orifices, but he can't do anything with Wang Lung, because of the rules, he can't deal with Wang Lung personally, he can only stare dryly, and suffer alive.

The topic of his experience in this level is set by himself, Wang Lung can't show up even if he scolds the flowers now, if he violates the rules, Wang Lung can only judge that he has succeeded in breaking through, and with the supervision of Elder Taishang, it is difficult for him to make small moves.

Just now he was still praising Wang Lung, but now he was scolded by the other party, this strong contrast made him almost roll his eyes, just with Wang Lung's foul language, even a dead person can be scolded and brought back to life, not to mention that Mo Tianlong's temper is still terrible.

Automatically disconnected from his divine sense, Mo Tianlong took a deep breath and calmed down his mood a little, he had no choice now, he no longer paid attention to the other party, his ears were quiet, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but kill the other party if he listened to it again.

"Stinky boy, you wait, when you come to see me, I'll let you know how powerful Lao Tzu is, damn, I'm so angry, dare to scold me, see how I clean you kid." Mo Tianlong's heart was difficult to calm down, it seemed that he was not lightly angry.

Wang Long knew that his provocation would definitely be known by the gods, but he didn't know that the other party was the Golden Guardian Mo Tianlong, and he was eighty percent sure that this was the territory of the Golden Guardian, but since Chagon told him that the Heavenly God had already issued an order to hunt him down, he wavered.

He was a little incredulous, and the gods here didn't have a deep hatred with him, so why did he have to do this, because he had trespassed into his territory without permission? Or was there some ulterior secret that he had to kill him?

As more and more people were killed, Wang Lung became more confused, and soon drew an unequal relationship between the Celestial God and the Golden Guardian.

Looking at all the villagers lying down, Wang Lung's venting came to an end, surrounded by stumps and broken arms, and it was uncomfortable to look at him more.

Failed again, this fucking bullshit god really shrunk into the turtle shell and didn't come out? Wang Lung was very helpless in his heart, he felt that if he was the god of heaven, this kind of provocation would be sorry for the eight generations of ancestors if he didn't overturn himself.

Wang Lung shook his head, sighed and walked directly inside, he didn't plan to give up, since he had already made an appearance, he could only continue, no matter if he couldn't come out that day, he would be cool enough first, since the other party insisted on being a turtle with a shrunken head, he didn't mind killing him.

The killings continued, the provocations continued, the curses continued, and Wang Lung tried everything to get the gods to show up.

If Wang Lung knew the truth of the Dao, I don't know if he would continue to practice, the momentary pleasure would cause him immeasurable consequences, Mo Tianlong's temper would not be able to spare him easily, although he could not kill him, but the punishment would definitely be indispensable.

A day later, Wang Lung had slaughtered the outer villages of the Underground Realm, and in front of him was the village cluster seventy kilometers away, where he was almost controlled by Hook's soul and almost beaten to death by the villagers, there could not be only one master of Hook.

Staring at the two big eyes and staring ahead, the opposite side is the village group, after killing the light, he will face Cha Gong and the others, the invisible barrier He didn't think of a solution, Wang Lung sighed lightly and turned around and walked into the distance.

For a whole day of killing, he is not an iron man, let alone a real cultivator, although he has not encountered danger, but he is also physically and mentally exhausted, and the enemy he will face next is not comparable to those cultivators on the periphery, he has to recover the consumption of his body, adjust his state to the best, and prepare for the next battle. (To be continued......)