Two months later.

In the land of yellow sand outside the mercenary city, there was an earth-shattering sound, accompanied by a figure like lightning and light, the entire heaven and earth were covered with sword patterns, and the qi was flying, and the powerful force made the yellow sand redirect and the mountain displaced.

The figure is blue, and the phantoms are connected in a line, not giving anyone a chance to see clearly, one moment in the sky, and the other on the ground, like a ghost.

'Haha, hahaha'"

"It's finally time to break through. Yu Xiangtian, ghosts and gods, I see what you take with me and fight. This world, sooner or later, is mine. ”

The yellow sand was long, there was no trace of anyone, the sun was so hot that even rattlesnakes and yellow lizards didn't want to stay for a long time.

The man was dressed in white, his eyes shrunk slightly, he stood up to the sky, looked up at the sky, his eyes were blazing, swallowing the sky and the earth, and his left and right hands continued to gather huge power crazily, as if the heavens and the earth were in his arms.

On the periphery of the body, a magical power slowly gathered, and the phantom of the Divine Sword appeared behind the man.

His eyes immediately became extremely sincere, and the shrunken color disappeared in a flash, and no longer appeared

He is Zhu Yuan.

After the voice roared, the Divine Sword flashed quickly.

In a split second, the Divine Sword appeared.

stir

A roar of contention ensued.

After the Divine Mangsword, the blow did not end, but lasted for a long time.

The sky is broken and wandering, the power is vertical and horizontal, the figure is flickering, the sword pattern washes all the white clouds, and the heaven and the earth are clear at the same time, there is an endless wanton appearance.

The storm that runs through heaven and earth rises up to the sky.

It's a few hundred meters up and down.

From a distance, it looks like a Shinto path connecting heaven and earth.

And at the eye of the hurricane, a man, carrying a divine sword, was practicing divine skills.

Countless broken qi rushed out, and the surrounding kilometers were completely enveloped.

After a few seconds, the broken air was concentrated to about 100 meters.

I saw that Zhu Yuan waved his hand, and the shadow of the Heavenly Fist appeared between his arms.

This is?

After a month of comprehension, he was already able to use the Optimus Fist proficiently.

In Zhu Yuan's understanding, Qingtian Fist and One Finger Heaven and Earth have the same principle. There is only a difference in power, and there is no difference in vertical and horizontal.

Not because of his arrogance and conceit, but because it is his way.

Killing Road.

This path is destined to make his comprehension of the killing technique several times stronger, or even dozens of times, than that of ordinary geniuses.

This is like Feng Yu, who can become a speed genius by stealing school and establish his own prestige, which is the same.

Zhu Yuan is not a speed genius, but he is definitely a killing genius.

Whether it is a finger of heaven and earth, or a heavenly fist, it is a supreme killing method. As soon as he made a move, it was definitely a situation where the sky and the earth changed color, and the people and beasts panicked and went to Jing to escape.

As soon as the Optimus Fist appeared, this void was dyed bright red.

A sigh appeared out of thin air.

"If three years ago, I had such strength, Old Man Xuankong, Master Xuankong. You... Never die. ”

"Old man Xuankong, Zhu Yuan misses you. ”

The next moment, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he said majestically:

"Ghost God, I can't spare you. ”

Boom, boom, boom

Zhu Yuan's eyes suddenly became sharp and dark, his brows were furrowed, and he remembered that dusk.

The night Genku died.

The power in the air suddenly trembled, ready to burst out at any moment.

Voices continued to appear.

The void trembled, the heavens and the earth were in turmoil, the white clouds spread, and even the sun, which had risen to the semi-center, was rolled up by the yellow sand, covering his proud face.

The power of the five elements poured out from Zhu Yuan's body crazily, like the ocean pouring upside down and the heavenly river tilting, and the power surging wildly, striking out towards the void.

Zhu Yuan's eyes were slightly red, and he actually shed tears at this moment.

Yes, when he got the strength, he actually became sad.

Not for anything else, but because the power came too late.

Since he can remember, except for the impression of Xuankong, he is a person from a small mountain village, but other than that, he is a stranger to others.

His life, for now, is divided into two completely different parts, with a small mountain village where he spent his childhood until he was fifteen years old, and then he wandered the rivers and lakes.

Life before the age of fifteen, although hard, but there was a lot of laughter, although it was cunning, but there was a lot of joy, although it was very tired, but it was enjoyable.

After the age of fifteen, it's different.

He embarked on the path of cultivation and encountered all kinds of strange things.

He had a lot on his mind at this moment.

I thought of the enemy, and I also thought of the kind person.

He suddenly felt very alone, and yes, alone, without a partner, without a partner, it would indeed be very painful.

He wanted to find someone to talk to, to talk about his inner world, but for him, it was a luxury.

Zhu Yuan, at this moment, has no real heart-to-heart, innocent friend.

Maybe Yan Fuji and Ji Ling are all counted, but they are far away in the world, and they are just dreams.

The feeling of loneliness, loneliness, coldness, loneliness, and melancholy suddenly appeared in his heart, haunting and lingering.

alas

A second sigh came from Zhu Yuan's mouth.

"Everything will pass,

Everything is a nightmare,

I even know the past, I,

ZHU Yuan,

Why be nostalgic?"

He seemed to be chattering, Shaodao. It's like self-soothing.

However, as his voice appeared, the broken qi of the tyrant wandering around him was extinguished a lot, and gradually returned to his body, back to his body.

As the air breakage disappeared, the hurricane slowly extinguished.

Ten minutes later.

The hurricane disappeared completely.

Zhu Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe this is my path to the Dao Master." ”

Come out, pseudo-divine sword rhyme.

Yes, it's not the sword domain, it's the sword rhyme.

There is an essential difference between domain and rhyme, and it is by no means a difference in glyphs.

The sword domain is a world of killing intent and murderous aura after the sword qi expands to a certain extent, surrounding that void.

The sword rhyme is an attack that drives the changes of the heavens and the earth, forming an extremely powerful, extremely compressed space, and has binding power. Often, one hit is a must, and there are no surprises.

Zhu Yuan's loud laughter filled the void, and his voice could be heard within a kilometer of the surrounding area, passing it out.

The sword pattern slowly increased from a dozen to more than twenty, thirty, and finally stayed on more than sixty.

Each sword pattern has a strong killing and fierce aura, as if it is an innate existence.

They emit a golden light, standing erect in the air, endless, and the sword patterns are connected by a mysterious aura between them, as if they are a whole.

Zhu Yuanzhou's body was covered with sword patterns.

He snorted.

Immediately after, all the broken qi disappeared in an instant, turning into dust.

Looking from afar, only a cloud of dense qi remained, emitting the light of the cocoon, driving the power of heaven and earth, piercing the sky, and setting off Zhu Yuan's body, which was incomparably tall and mighty, like a golden immortal.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The breeze brings coolness, and the yellow sand covers the eyes, but it will never let those who have dreams in their hearts lose their direction.

Half an hour passed.

Zhu Yuan was suspended in the air, surrounded by sixty sword patterns, and there was a slight possibility of overlapping together.

A little light of ink appeared between them.

And in the scope of the package, it is a unique sword rhyme that belongs to Zhu Yuan himself.

Zhu Yuan was sweating profusely at the moment, panting, as if he was facing a great enemy in his life.

He coughed lightly and said, "Pseudo-divine sword rhyme, out." ”

A large area of golden light suddenly appeared in the void. Shining on Kyushu, infinitely vast, the sun's rays are dimmed and lost.

The light lasted for two minutes, then began to shrink slightly, and then condensed into Zhu Yuan's body and disappeared.

Is that?

A ball of white light waves, on which countless ancient characters appeared, and the sword light in it contended, making people retreat with three feet of killing power, and suddenly appeared. And in the middle of the light wave ball, Zhu Yuan's jaw stood slightly, his eyes were resolute, and he held the cloudless sword tightly in his hand, ready to strike with all his strength at any time.

He did it.

The pseudo-divine sword domain has changed into a sword rhyme.

He was one step closer to the Nine Mountains.

It was a special feeling of mastering the laws of heaven and earth. As long as Zhu Yuan wants to, he can tear apart a piece of sky and bury the one in the sky over there into hell.

This is his pseudo-divine sword rhyme, unique and unique in the world.

The sword rhyme remained for more than ten minutes, and then slowly dissipated and returned to the body.

"Haha, this time, a round of divine endowment level can't be my opponent. ”

Zhu Yuan was under the care of Feng Yu, Niu Mang and others, and only had been in a coma for more than ten days before he woke up, and then began to cultivate, and by this moment, it had been nearly two months.

After two months of cultivation, he successfully mastered the Divine Mang Sword, Qingtian Fist, and Pseudo Divine Sword Rhyme.

The psychic grass has become half a person's height and thigh-thick, and it can no longer be called grass. It's exactly what it looks like a tree.

The Divine side is fully enlightened.

And after he stepped into the Eight Mountains, there was no magic skill in the Wordless Sutra Breaking Chapter, but how to use the introductory code of the Ancient Monument.

In this regard, Zhu Yuan was excited for a long time.

You must know that inside the Ancient Monument is a powerful Ancient Thought, that thing, but it is the existence that makes the half-void frown slightly. It can be said that Shintoko gave him this apprentice of the next generation, the only relic.

After that, there is the ancient hall, which is still erected aside, unchanged.

Shending has completely integrated with Zhu Yuan, regardless of each other, but there is one thing that needs to be explained.

The function of Shending, Zhu Yuan only understands the tip of the iceberg.

Zhu Yuan opened his eyes with a copper bell at night, and when he was thinking about the Shending, a strange thought suddenly appeared, that is: Could it be that the Shending in my hand is just a fragment?

Although it was only his conjecture, it was most likely false. However, no matter how he used it, there was no change in the Shending except for the whirlpool.

The three mountains are like this, the five mountains are the same, and the eight mountains are the same, which really makes him pick his brain.

Zhu Yuan is not an indecisive person, and he completely threw things to the wise man of time.

"Zhu Yuan, your strength has reached the middle of the first round of the Divine Endowment level, and in this low-level plane, you are considered a master. However, you need to understand that although you are strong enough, you are a lot worse in terms of comprehension, so you need to pay more attention. ”

This is what the monitor lizard said to him.

After two months of endlessly absorbing Zhu Yuan's broken qi, there were a lot less poisonous bubbles and venom on that guy's body, and there were more and more golden lights, which could be faintly seen, and a layer of mist was smeared on it in a daze, and at a glance, he knew that it was extraordinary, not like a mortal thing.

There were even a few times when Zhu Yuan heard this guy make a few sounds similar to dragon roars.

He thought he was having auditory hallucinations.

It took him three times to believe that it was really the sound of something like a toad in his own heavenly sea.

He was surprised.

But he didn't ask, because by doing so, he seemed very ignorant.

This matter can only be known later. He said to himself.

Zhu Yuan practiced here for another three hours, and it wasn't until nightfall that he was ready to join the Freedom Alliance.

It's a long desert of yellow sand, and it's thousands of miles away from the Freedom Alliance.

He used the Divine Walk, and it only took a few minutes to reach Mercenary City.

But halfway through, he met an acquaintance.

With a loud sound of help, Zhu Yuan instinctively lurked in the nearest swamp area, and at the same time, the cloudless sword appeared, and his divine consciousness suddenly evolved.

He looked up, and three figures flashed in the sky.

There was a man in front of him who he was very familiar with.

There was a light of hatred in his eyes, the feeling of hatred in his bones, and the itching of the roots of his teeth made him unable to control himself.

Holding the Cloudless Sword deadly, there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

Xin said: "You'd better die." Otherwise, I wouldn't recommend sending it to you. ”

One woman and two men, the chase battle staged has lasted for three days and three nights.

The woman was discolored, exhausted, and on the verge of collapse.

The eyes of the two men showed greed and lust, like two jackals, staring at their prey.

They continue to utter foul and foul language, which is so unpleasant that it makes people want to do evil.

One on the right and left wields a steel mace, and the other is accustomed to trying the trident ghost spear.

The mace monk emitted a golden light, and the endowment actually rolled thunderclouds, bursting out with good strength.

The Trident Spear Monk emits a yellow light, and under his crotch is a full-grown snow leopard bear that blurs the real world. If you look closely, it turns out to be the embodiment of his endowment.

Adult snow leopard bears can have eight mountains to cultivate.

And the endowment is a beast monk, and there must be a beast soul awakening in the body, which is a bloodline that is one in a hundred.

There is only one possibility for a monk of this bloodline, that is, among the ancestors, someone has married the king of the demon beast or had a happy relationship with the cloud and rain witch, otherwise it is impossible for human beings to have the soul of the beast.

The beast soul is a kind of soul-like thing that is refined by the orc's own cultivation after reaching a certain height, and most of it is used to inherit and transform the bloodline of future generations.

It takes a long time and is extremely difficult to recover.

However, the nature of the orcs is like this, they know how to cherish their offspring and unite more than humans.

Therefore, most beast kings will choose to condense the beast soul.

Zhu Yuan saw the two of them, the corners of his mouth sneered, and he said slightly: "I want to see how you died." ”

Ha ha......