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The voice of the bamboo in Wukong's ears has become farther and farther away, as if it came from the sky.

And in front of the eyes of the little monk Wukong, countless words are constantly evolving and reorganizing on the glittering sky, as if pregnant with endless possibilities.

"The clouds of chaos are open, and one yuan and ten thousand laws come. The practice of qi is divided into sequences, and the foundation is laid. ”

The last voice of the ruin bamboo, only the lingering sound remained, and the little monk Wukong had been completely hooked by the words suspended under the colorful streamer.

Soon, the words under the colorful streamer formed a full 9,000 words of clear water evergreen formula, although this recipe only has the effect of health preservation and longevity, but it is the real way to the innate one, which can condense a blue water true pillar, accommodate all kinds of water demon bloodlines, evolve totems, exert demonic power, and make up for the vacancy that the little monk Wukong cannot use fantasy seeds to condense various fantasy abilities.

Despite this, the little monk Wukong didn't like it, and in an instant, this magic trick exploded in front of Wukong Xiaohe's eyes. The text began to reorganize rapidly.

This time, the little monk Wukong felt a little dizzy, as if he had consumed a lot of energy, and a wave of tiredness hit him, and he couldn't help but yawn.

After a longer wait than the last time, a huge wave mantra with 18,000 words appeared in the mind of the little monk Wukong, this martial art is to attract abundant water vapor for his own use, it seems to be combined with Shinto, cultivated to the extreme, can turn into a black water true dragon, enter a river, or even a sea area, and become a hegemon.

The little monk Wukong was thrilled when he saw it.

If you cultivate to the extreme, you can become a water god. And the gods are the most powerful beings for mortals, as if they live with heaven and earth.

But the little monk Wukong still wants to continue to see, he still has ambitions.

The rivers and rivers could not satisfy him. If he was to become the supreme god above the nine heavens, he was afraid that he would choose it unceremoniously.

This time, after the words were dispersed, the little monk Wukong had already begun to feel a swelling pain in his head, as if his entire soul was about to twitch out of his body.

He opened his mouth wide and seemed to be breathing hard, soaking in the nutrients in the air. But he didn't know that he was actually in the sea of knowledge at the moment, and everything he saw was just a special method for the bamboo to be teleported to his sea of knowledge.

The entire Zhihai space exploded, forming a scripture of 144,000 words.

Theoretically, as long as there is a high-quality flame and yang energy supplement, this practice can climb infinitely.

Such martial arts, even if they are not worthy of the list of divine skills, can also be called rare miraculous skills. It's a rarity.

I didn't have time to think more, the intense pain had completely occupied all of Wukong's thoughts, and waves of sleepiness were about to force him to sleep, although Xuzhu had turned a lot of martial arts into fragments of words into his sea of knowledge.

But the reorganization of these words all depends on the willpower of the little monk Wukong, which can also be said to be the power of the soul.

The 144,000-word Flowing Fire Great Wilderness True Scripture is already the limit of Wukong's little monk's talent.

Just when the ruins and bamboos thought that the little monk Wukong only stopped there.

In his seemingly useless fantasy seed, a powerful spiritual power erupted, enveloping the soul of the little monk Wukong.

This spiritual power is very complicated, if it is absorbed, with the spiritual perseverance of the little monk Wukong, he will go crazy in an instant.

But at this moment, it is only used to promote the evolution of the exercises, and to organize and arrange useful words from the huge amount of text information, which is just right.

This time, the little monk Wukong felt like a complete bystander, the sharp pain and strong sleepiness of the text reorganization still acted on his soul, but his soul seemed to be protected by some unique power, so that these two emotions could not control his reason.

It's like a complete bystander, constantly watching the changes in the space of his own sea of knowledge.

Once again, the reorganized scriptures are even more powerful and complex, and the text of the exercises alone is as long as 288,000, and there is no doubt that the peerless method of Qi cultivation can definitely lay a solid foundation for those who cultivate it and increase the potential of the cultivators.

But before the little monk Wukong could read the words clearly, from his special fantasy seed, a huge spiritual force had been split, and in his consciousness space, a thunderbolt was transformed and it was shattered.

It's like the power of shattering illusions, which is already in the sea of his knowledge, and it is extremely rampant.

The huge text, like the tide of the ocean, is like the tide of the ocean, and then it is reassembled again.

The consciousness of the little monk Wukong was stunned from the sidelines, and the next moment he felt a kind of heartache. The more than 280,000 exercises were shattered, and in an instant, the little monk Wukong felt like a rich businessman who was bankrupt in an instant. This kind of remorse and regret is like two long whips, spurring the heart of the little monk Wukong.

This remorse and regret continued until the reorganization of the text was completed again.

The 576,000-word exercise made the little monk Wukong instantly discard regret and remorse to the clouds.

At this moment, the little monk Wukong was extremely excited, and he even forgot to think about what kind of ability his mysterious master had to have so many divine skills, as if it was like an inexhaustible treasure trove.

And the master who has so many divine skills, why did he have to let him join the Ancient Sword Sect and become a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect?

"Boom..."

With three loud bangs in a row, three huge spiritual forces galloped down like chains, entwining the more than 570,000 exercises and texts to death, like three giant pythons, and simply smashing it.

At this moment, Wukong's little monk was about to fall out of his distressed tears, if it weren't for his weak consciousness, he wouldn't be able to express any words and actual dynamics at all, he was afraid that he would have scolded and cried a long time ago.

The ups and downs of life are coming in too fast, which makes him a little unbearable.

However, it was enough to comfort that the shattered words, after hesitating for a moment, began to reassemble again. This made the little monk Wukong mention the heart of the throat eye and put it back into his chest.

He even began to look forward to how many more words could evolve and what incredible changes could occur.

This time the reorganization seemed to be extremely slow, the bamboo was originally just the palm on the forehead of the little monk Wukong, but it had already stood up unconsciously, and the index finger and middle finger stood up, pointing at the eyebrows of the little monk Wukong. Wisps of white light bloomed between the fingers.

Xuzhu is comprehensively suppressing his true breath and not letting his own breath leak. so as not to attract the attention of the ancient legends.

He knows the particularity of this world, which will definitely arouse the research interest of Gu Chuanxia. This is also the reason why he wants to lay out in this world. And in the same way, the ancient legend who studies this world must be extremely sensitive to everything that really happens in this world.

If he leaks a trace of breath, it is very likely that the entire plan will be lost.

"Drink! What a seed of disillusionment, I can't imagine that in the past few years, all the power of disillusionment has not dissipated, but has been stored. This was a surprise to me and caught me off guard. Xuzhu muttered to himself, and the expression on his face began to look a little hideous.

His current situation is special, simply exerting pure Buddhist true qi, which will disrupt the order in his body, but it is just the power of a finger, but he himself has suffered a little pain.

The reorganization was slowly completed, and each of the new words shone with dazzling golden rays, and the vast millions of words crisscrossed the sea of knowledge, making people feel dizzy when they saw it.

"It's a lot, when is this going to be learned?" the little monk Wukong suddenly felt the trouble of happiness.

With this piece of golden light in front of him and so many words, even if this exercise is powerful in the world, it will be a headache to cultivate. At least the little monk Wukong has a headache at the moment.

The spiritual power released from the fantasy seeds, the thunder that was conjured up kept flickering, and it slashed down fiercely. And the golden words are also constantly arranged and combined into various magical arrays, resisting the invasion of thunder, and the variegated thunder and golden words fill the entire Zhihai space, and there is no distinction for a while.

"Mixed Cave Void Heaven Supreme Treasure Record!

Just such a name makes the little monk Wukong have a feeling of brightness.

"Collect the qi of the mixed hole dimension, condense the body of time and space, practice the body for a hundred years, shape for a thousand years, nourish qi for ten thousand years, and achieve one hundred thousand successes. Angry and starry, shaking the skylight, condensing the rules of time and space, it can devour gods and demons, smash true spirits, and detain the heavens and the earth, without any scruples. ”

A rough introduction instantly flowed through the consciousness of the little monk Wukong.

On the soul face of the little monk Wukong, the smile that was originally all over instantly froze.

A hundred years of physical training, a thousand years of shaping, 10,000 years of qi cultivation, and 100,000 achievements? Is this sure that this is a practice that human beings can cultivate?

After observing a few exercises, even if the little monk Wukong has no knowledge, he vaguely knows that if he has achieved success in practicing qi and achieving innateness, he can indeed prolong his life, but that is only a matter of three hundred years at most. It takes 100,000 years to practice an exercise, and he is afraid that the little monk Wukong will not be able to practice it even if he turns into a fossil.

This exercise has completely surpassed the scope of human beings, this is a practice that belongs to gods and aliens, and only gods and demons with boundless longevity, or alien demon beasts with a long natural lifespan, can practice such perverted exercises.

In fact, this is indeed for the cultivation of aliens. The monk took it out and showed it to the little monk Wukong, but he didn't feel good. When the little monk Wukong couldn't cultivate, he could only turn back and practice those more ordinary martial arts.

In this way, it will not get out of his control.

Looking at the millions of flashing golden words in the consciousness space, the little monk Wukong wanted to cry without tears.

What could be more tragic than looking at a table full of delicacies and delicacies in front of you, while you are just a little milk baby who has not even developed milk teeth?

"I can see it, I can't eat it, it's better not to have it..."

This thought just flashed in the mind of the little monk Wukong, and the variegated spiritual thunder that was originally competing with the golden words suddenly increased its output.

Countless thunderballs erupted from the fantasy seeds, and the fantasy seeds, which were originally larger than ordinary fantasy seeds and were full of brilliance, began to dry up rapidly, as if a large amount of origin had been consumed, and only then did the golden words shatter one by one.

Between the flashes of lightning and the splashing of sparks, the millions of golden words in the sea of Wukong's little monk Zhihai were quickly wiped clean like dust on glass. In the end, he was left with an article of only 3,000 words.

And these 3,000 words, each of which has been transformed into a kind of wonderful rule. With this kind of regular aura, the little monk Wukong can perceive its power and mystery, but he can't really touch it. It's too far away, but it doesn't feel real.

With the evolution of these rules, the 3,000 characters did not split into many characters, and they were arranged and reorganized. They are simply reversed.

Outside the space of knowing the sea, Xuzhu was already full of anger, looking at the fingertips, a touch of pure blood-colored brilliance quickly flashed into the sea of knowledge of the little monk Wukong, and roared in a low voice.

"Vimalitara!

(To be continued.) )