Somewhere within the Imperial Sword Sect, there is a dense forest. The terrain here is remote and inaccessible, and even the law enforcement disciples of the sect rarely come here to inspect, so it is very quiet on weekdays.

Today, it's just a bit noisy.

"Knock, knock!"

A loud sound of shaking echoed through the trees, startling a group of birds, and the source of this sound was the foot of a towering ancient tree.

"Boom!"

An invisible blade of wind slashed into the trunk of the tree, landing precisely on a white mark, deepening it imperceptibly.

At this time, this white mark had penetrated deep into the width of two fingers of the trunk, but compared to the towering ancient tree that the two of them embraced, it was like a mayfly shaking the tree.

At this time, this "mayfly" was standing panting under the tree, and a brand-new wind blade in his hand gradually condensed, although it was already in a state of spiritual energy, but the wind blade did not tremble significantly.

"Go!"

With a soft snort, the wind blade spun rapidly and pierced into the trunk of the tree, widening the distance for the white mark once more. The whole tree shook, and a few withered yellow leaves fell here and there, and I don't know if they were shaken down or blown by the wind.

A dead leaf fell on him, but he didn't care.

The man slowly stepped forward to check the depth of the mark, but as he looked at it, he quickly frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the power of his wind blade.

"It is said that the stability of the wind blade has reached its best, and the degree of condensation can only be improved after the cultivation is improved, so what is what my wind blade lacks?

At this time, this guy with a frown on his brow and a question mark on his face was naturally Wang Zhi, who had just finished his retreat and came here to practice.

It is said that it has been more than half a month since he came out of the secret room of the Treasure Pavilion, and with the time of retreat in the secret room, it has been a full two months.

Whether it is cultivation or spells, Wang Zhi has improved compared to two months ago.

But he thinks that what he has gained the most is not the change in the qualification of the spiritual root, but the way of using spells that Lao Jin instilled in him.

What he was doing here at this time was to transform the harvest he had received from Lao Jin into a real, visible power.

"Maybe it's ...... like this"

After resting for a while, Wang Zhi thought of a good idea, and after sensing that most of the aura in his body had been restored, he immediately couldn't wait to try it.

I saw that after he re-pinched the trick, a wind blade that was about twice as big as before slowly condensed, and such a change seemed to have brought a lot of pressure to Wang Zhi, and sweat gradually oozed from his forehead.

"Go!"

With a loud shout, the wind blade swished and quickly slashed at the trunk of the tree.

Then there was a thud, and the giant tree trembled violently, and countless fallen leaves fell one after another, like a golden shower.

Stepping on the golden carpet of fallen leaves, Wang Zhi stepped forward to investigate it with great anticipation, especially focusing on the newly cut white mark, but then his face showed a look of disappointment.

"It took twice as much aura, but it only turned out to be a slight increase in power, and most of the power was dispersed instead of condensed into a sharp meaning. ”

Wang Zhi saw at a glance the failure of his previous attempts, but this made him feel more and more hopeless.

"Xunzi Jue's Wind Blade Technique, this spell has been polished by countless senior monks, how can it be so easy to find a way to improve it! Lao Jin, you are tricking me! You just watched me snatch your chicken legs to eat, so you deliberately told me that there was a way to improve the Wind Blade Technique, and then sent me to this place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't!"

Wang Zhi couldn't help but frantically point to the sky and curse until a monk surnamed Jin who was eating and drinking in the Treasure Pavilion sneezed several times in a row.

Because of his unscrupulous venting, the sound of rustling sounded in the woods, and it was estimated that some small animals mistakenly thought that there was some vicious beast here and fled quickly.

However, after such a vent, Wang Zhi's mood calmed down a lot, so that he could think of ways to improve the Wind Blade Technique again.

"Purely judging from the quality of the aura, the power of the Wind Blade Technique can no longer be improved, and forcibly infusing too much aura can only outweigh the losses. So, what I should be thinking about is how to do better with these Reiki...... This should be tricky!"

Wang Zhi felt that he had found the right path, but unfortunately he had not been able to see the mountain gate open, as if he was only missing a piece of window paper from what he wanted, but he couldn't open it.

"So...... What the hell is missing?"

Wang Zhi had a splitting headache when he wanted to, but he still got nothing.

After much thought, he simply found a flat stone and collapsed on it like old gold.

Not to mention, it's pretty comfortable!

As soon as he lay down, Wang Zhi's meridians all over his body tingled, it was the result of his crazy use of spells, if it weren't for the fact that the meridians of his whole body had been strengthened by the nameless magic technique, he might have broken his meridians by now.

Even the usual absorption of spiritual energy brought great pain to his devastated meridians at this time.

Wang Zhi lay on the bluestone, feeling the tingling pain coming from all over his body, but this was only a drop in the bucket compared to the pain of swallowing the myelin cleansing pill before, and even he still enjoyed this not-so-strong pain a little now.

"There is still one last bottle of the Gathering Spirit Pill, five of them...... I don't know if it can support me to break through to the third layer of Qi refining. ”

Since the bone washing and marrow cutting, Wang Zhi's spiritual root qualification has made a qualitative leap. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Zhi is now cultivating for one day, which is completely worthy of the results of the previous week's cultivation.

It's just that he still hasn't been able to break through to the third layer of qi refining, not for other reasons, but because he has encountered a bottleneck.

"The third layer of qi refining itself is the first bottleneck from mortal to immortal, before you cross this bottleneck, your body still belongs to mortals, at most you have lived a little longer. But after the breakthrough, your body will slowly begin to transform, and your five senses, physical strength, and even your inner organs will be strengthened to varying degrees, which is specifically related to the exercises and cultivation you cultivate. ”

What Lao Jin said still echoed in Wang Zhi's ears, and it also made him understand the importance of this immortal pass, but he never had a clue how to break through, and Lao Jin never talked about it.

"Alas, sad, ......"

Wang Zhi held his forehead with one hand, and his head was full of cultivation problems, how to modify the Wind Blade Technique, how to break through the third layer of Qi refining, and whether there were any hidden dangers in the nameless magic technique he had obtained......

Thinking of this, Wang Zhi fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the village and met the village's grandfather, Mr. Dong, who was teaching, Brother Orion, and Zhang Yuanwai, who was dressed in gold.

But when he ran to them in high spirits, he suddenly realized that this was not the village he was familiar with at all!

On a withered yellow earth, a towering tree reaching into the sky had been split in half, with charred black charcoal and thick black smoke in the middle.

The sky was also pitch black, with occasional shining lights shuttling between the dark clouds, as if there was a thunderous dragon hidden behind it.

His closest relatives were standing under the tree, quietly looking at him, their eyes full of hope.

Wang Zhi suddenly felt a little at a loss, because he had never seen the village look at him with such eyes, as if he was carrying some kind of expectation from them.

Although the village chief has always hoped that he will succeed in cultivation and ascend to immortality, Mr. Dong wants to make himself famous, and Brother Niu teaches himself how to survive and hunt, although he can't speak, he should want to make himself a hunter like him......

He felt that he could be the next housekeeper of his house, and nothing else.

But now these people look at them as if they are a saint who can bring them something precious.

Are you a saint?

Of course not!

So now Wang Zhi is very afraid, afraid that he will live up to their expectations, afraid that he will be watched by them like this.

Just as he was trembling, a voice came from behind him.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

This voice was extremely majestic, like a god king above the nine heavens, and there was a rumbling sound in the voice, like thunder.

Thunder?

Did he chop the tree to death?

Wang Zhi felt a little familiar from the first time he saw the tree, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

Just looking at the yellowish and aging flavor of its whole body, he felt a little sad inexplicably.

Why?

"So, what are you waiting for?"

The ancient and solemn figure behind him asked again, instantly awakening Wang Zhi from his sad emotions.

Subconsciously, Wang Zhi wanted to look back and see who was urging him.

But when he turned around, all he saw was a golden yellow, and then he lost consciousness and sank in endless darkness.

Wang Zhi unconsciously stretched out his hands to grab something, but all he embraced was the endless void.

Like a meteor wandering in the vast night sky, I don't know when we will meet once.

Loneliness, tightly surrounded him.

......

At the same time, somewhere in the Edgeworth Sect.

Sun Hu carried a basket box to a mountain stream, which was always shrouded in a purple-black smoke with a flickering bright light, unlike the surrounding mountains and rivers and green grass.

Seeing such a scene, Sun Hu couldn't help but retreat in his heart, but when he thought of Wang Zhi's safety, Sun Hu gritted his teeth and walked straight in.

Before he could walk in, the entrance was once again shrouded in black mist, like an invisible monster, engulfing it in one gulp.

After a while, two monks dressed in outer robes came to the entrance, but instead of entering, they stayed there.

"The sect just issued the wrong order? This is really the first time! And it made the two of us catch up. One of the monks frowned, his face dismayed.

"Alright, don't think about it. Isn't guarding the forbidden place here a good and idle errand if you don't have a mission? Don't think about it so much. Another monk offered comfort.

"Eh, how are there footprints here? Could it be that someone just went in?"

The monk who spoke first looked at the pair of footprints at the entrance and muttered.

This is a forbidden place within a forbidden land......

No one would be stupid enough to go in.

Because if you go in, it's hard to come out again.