The emotion of the machine spirit is not gratuitous, how broad its vision is, all the people it sees are people in the imperial dynasty, and any one of them is enough to kill the saint-level figures of the same generation in the outside world in seconds. But no one has ever created such an amazing Dao method, which cannot be said to be bold, but intolerable by heaven!

No wonder at the beginning of the condensation, the Heavenly Dao had a feeling, and there were thousands of miles of divine thunder to kill. If it is the outside world, I am afraid that it will really be succeeded by heaven.

Imprinting ten thousand laws, the weight of these four words is like the stars in the sky, it can be said that the entire human continent is imprinted on it, what kind of courage is this?

"After giving him a hundred years, maybe it's really possible to enter the free!"

The machine spirit commented.

But if Yang Jian heard it, he would definitely shake his head. A hundred years, this time is too long, since the day of his cultivation, it is only two years. From a thin boy who is not even as good as an ordinary man, to an existence that is feared by all walks of life. Such a counterattack is a miracle.

At this time, in the first floor of the Tongtian Pagoda, the golden light was shining, one had an ancient book covered by divine consciousness, and one after another Taoism was extracted by Yang Jian, injected into the bronze nine tripods, and imprinted on the body of the tripod.

Although the area of the first floor is large, Yang Jian's speed is not slow, his divine consciousness is as vast as the sea, every trace is extremely tough, and he can wear gold and stone, but now his divine sense is all out, and it is directly covered within a hundred miles.

Here, there is a saint in charge, he has no scruples, and he lets go of his hands and feet to improve himself with all his might.

Liu Cha said that the Tongtian Pagoda only has one chance, and even the Void predecessors have stayed here for eight hundred years and are reluctant to go out, so you can imagine the preciousness in it.

Whining~

As time passed, the slightest wind appeared on the first floor of the Tower of Babel. If anyone else were to do it again, they would be dumbfounded and their jaws dropped.

Yang Jian was like a predatory divine beast with nine legs at this time, and wherever he passed, hundreds of colorful lights rose, and step by step, deep or shallow Dao methods were directly forcibly detained, and a large area of convergence actually blew a gust of golden wind.

Seven days later.

Yang Jian put away Jiuding, and his whole body was covered with an elusive Dao rhyme, not the kind of difficult and obscure Dao rhyme, but there were too many of them, as if there were three thousand worlds surrounding him, and he couldn't see Yang Jian himself.

"Nearly a million Dao methods have been imprinted by me, although they are not profound, but they are better in many directions, covering all possibilities, and it is just right to cooperate with my chaotic thousand machines. ”

Yang Jian is very satisfied with the current harvest, which can be said to be a surprise beyond the unexpected.

All the ancient books in this layer are originally a collection of thousands of Dharma paths, providing a new way of thinking for those who watch. But Yang Jian was good and moved it directly.

"It's time to go to the next floor. ”

Yang Jian raised his head and called out to the machine spirit.

He has been on the first floor for a long time, the Tongtian Pagoda is as high as more than 100,000 zhang, and he is now 50,000 zhang away from his goal, and the time required can be imagined.

"You finally want to go to the next level. ”

There was something complicated about the tone of the machine spirit.

Yang Jian didn't know why, how did it sound like the machine spirit was a little resentful?

"Most of the ancient books here are originals, and there is still a trace of rhyme left by the master of Taoism, only a small part is a rubbing version, and there is no Taoist rhyme ......"

The Ghost Path.

Yang Jian understood in an instant the next moment, and was suddenly a little embarrassed, he didn't expect this, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he was pointed out by the machine spirit at this time.

He naturally knew that his previous actions could be said to have directly taken away the most important thing on the first floor of the Tower of Babel, and all the ancient books here were basically only lifeless words, and there was no fluctuation between the lines.

"That's it, compared to you, what are the thousands of Dao Laws at this level, anyway, they are just the end of the Fa, and if they are used on you, they are not a loss, but they are honored. ”

The machine spirit suddenly thought of the words of the saint, and suddenly realized it.

Immediately afterwards, within the first floor of the Tower of Babel, a stone step appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Jian, extending to the void above, and disappearing into the blank space.

Yang Jian climbed the stairs, step by step, and every time he stepped down, he was firm in his heart.

After counting ninety-nine in his heart, he found that he had reached the end of the stone steps. But when you look below, the stone steps are by no means so low.

The next moment, he suddenly realized, this must be a magical power similar to the end of the world, it seems to be a step of the ladder, but it is actually an infinite distance.

When he took the last step, it was as if a switch had been touched under his feet, and with him as the center, the whole space gradually revealed its essence.

The space on the second floor of the Tower of Babel is much smaller than the first floor, but the overall atmosphere is in the realm of kings, like a deep river and sea. Yang Jian stood in it, only to feel that there were dense Dao rhymes intertwined in the void, colliding fiercely.

"The second layer is the king's space, can't I move on?"

Yang Jian had doubts in his heart, like a machine spirit asking for advice.

Hearing this, the machine spirit smiled and said: "Liu Cha, that kid said a little less, in a big realm, you can only come in once, and when you enter the leisure, you can still come in again." As for the Void Kid, he's just a stubborn guy who doesn't care. ”

The muscles on Yang Jian's face stiffened, although he was very excited to hear this news in his heart, but it was still amazing to hear that the Instrument Spirit Tube Void Senior was a kid.

Is there such an old boy in the world who is more than 800 years old? One can imagine how amazing the origin of the machine spirit is, and it must be tens of thousands of years old.

"So, I'm relieved. It's just that I can't think about this two-story space like before. ”

This time, Yang Jian did not overbearing the bronze Jiuding, but began to watch it in person one by one. He has not been in the realm of the king level for a long time now, although his physical body and divine sense have already exceeded the standard, but when it comes to the realm, there is no end, and there is no end to learning.

"The Void Prison Seal, created by the Ironclaw Eagle King thousands of years ago, can refine space into a prison cell, imprison opponents, and then split with a single claw, tearing enemies into two pieces. This Ironclaw Eagle King seems to be very angry. ”

Yang Jian casually looked at an ancient book, the texture was the skin of a demon beast, golden yellow, very warm to the touch, even if it was so long, it was still well preserved, especially there was a tearing breath on it, which was very real.

"Wind riding swordsmanship, you can use the weathered sword to cut the enemy invisible, and you can also take the enemy's head thousands of miles away. The swordsmanship has both offense and defense, and in the later stage, it is more like the art of the sword, but it is just the flight of the sword against the wind. ”

Yang Jian bowed slightly, the wind riding swordsmanship is not bad, the ability is very comprehensive, but the difficulty of cultivation is not small, it is necessary to be friendly to the wind, it is best to be the body of the wind, just like the cloud Feiyang of Yunxiu Mountain, if Yun Feiyang cultivates, it is like a fish in water, it is like a tailor-made for him. But it's a pity that Yun Feiyang has been killed by Yang Jian.

"That's a good one, you can practice. ”

Yang Jian took note of it. It's difficult for others, but for him, it's not a problem at all, he can turn into real wind, what is the body of the wind?

With the passage of time, although Yang Jian has obtained a lot of exercises, he has also encountered some problems, such as many of them are similar, similar to each other, but these problems cannot be seen at first, and they will only be discovered when they come into contact with the origin.

It takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

"Ahem, although I can't help you, I can optimize the Tongtian Pavilion and screen out some ancient books that are more comprehensive......"

The machine spirit said very tactfully, still holding the shelf.

How could Yang Jian not understand, he didn't dare to debunk it, and said very well: "The predecessors of the machine spirit are dedicated to being people, they are really ancient ways, and I am a model for the younger generations, so I admire them to the fullest." ”

Ji Ling didn't expect Yang Jian to say such a thing, and he was a little silent for a while.

Yang Jian was a little worried, but if he knew that the machine spirit was laughing proudly at this time, he wouldn't be worried.

Next, Yang Jian was pleasantly surprised to see that the dense ancient books around him seemed to be played with by a pair of invisible big hands, from disorder to orderly, arranged in rows, from high to low, and each field was separated separately.

But this is only the beginning, I only see that those ancient books with different textures and shapes gradually emerge brightly, and the colors are not the same, some are golden, some are red, and the breath of circulation is even more different, some are like an ancient demon ape moving mountains and stepping on the ground, some are like golden crows across the sky, descending monstrous waves of fire, and some are sword intent rising into the air and twisting the sky......

Yang Jian's eyes widened in surprise, he knew that what he saw in front of him, these colorful light clusters, were all the original mysteries!

"This pie is a bit big!"

Yang Jian's heart was slightly excited, the mystery in front of him, not to mention much, just one of the boxing techniques in front of him, there are thousands, all of them are extraordinary, and they will inevitably be robbed if they are taken out.

To be able to be chosen by the machine spirit from the vast ancient books must be extraordinary.

"These are some ancient books that those little guys cared about in the past, and they basically got to the bottom of the source, and I just extracted them. ”

When the machine spirit said this, he said in a serious tone: "I warn you, you can only see these Origin Dao Methods, not eat them. ”

Yang Jian was embarrassed when he heard this, and nodded vigorously.

"Let's start with boxing. ”

After a while, fist shadows appeared in this space, some blasted out of the sacred mountain, some from the ocean, some with a shocking killing aura, and some with a neutral and peaceful aura......

Nature is magnificent and ever-changing.

These fist shadows all fell on a bronze nine tripods, and a shallow phantom shadow was branded on it.

And so it was another seven days.

Seven days later, Yang Jian, who was sitting in the Nine Dings, opened his eyes, and a pillar of colorful light shot out of his pupils, and in the huge space, the sound of Ding echoed.

Seven days of endless branding have finally completed most of it, leaving only the most "hard" part.

Runic Array.

So far, Yang Jian's energy on the path of the Fu Array has been very little, so his progress has not been great, and it is much weaker than his physical body and divine sense.

However, the power of the rune array should not be underestimated, for example, the Divine Rune Sect that founded the mountain with the rune array is not much worse than the West Mountain in terms of its importance on the mainland, and even at some specific times, it can still hold down the West Mountain.

"In this retreat, we must raise the rune array to the level of the rune array grandmaster! In this way, some of the formations above the cave nerve can also be completed. ”

Yang Jian made up his mind in his heart.

The cave nerve is a strange scripture that he accidentally obtained, and if he hadn't been able to penetrate the source, he might not have discovered its true face.

Even with his current vision, he couldn't see the origin of the cave nerves, which were more powerful than any of the scriptures he had seen in terms of rune formations, and once he controlled them, he would be able to completely defeat opponents of the same level. Yang Jian even suspected that the cave nerve might be a saint-level merit scroll.

Next, Yang Jian came to a quiet room, and as soon as he entered, he noticed the difference, the feeling of stagnation of time passing in the void was so obvious, as if every movement had been slowed down a hundred times.

"100 times the speed of time!"

Yang Jian was ecstatic in his heart, with this, he would have no worries this time, and he would definitely enter the realm of the Fu Array Grandmaster!