Yan'er was full of gratitude to Yuwen Chenyi, and she knew everything, and said: Martial arts cultivation is divided into nine realms: congenital, fetal breath, Bigu, Guiyuan, Yuanfetus, transformation, godhood, nirvana, and guiruin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

These nine realms of cultivation are divided into three levels, and each level of cultivation is a completely different one-fold heaven, also known as the three-fold heaven.

The first heaven is called "Guiyuan", which is the watershed of martial arts practice, including the four realms of congenital, fetal breath, Bigu, and Guiyuan.

The so-called "return to the origin and live forever", cultivating to this step, you can break through the limit of life, live for hundreds of years without dying, only this first heaven, thousands of cultivators in the world can not surpass, can return to the origin of the one in ten thousand, including many wisdom, gifted people, can not break through in their lifetime.

The second heaven is called "Transformation of God", including the primordial fetus, transformation, and transformation of gods, the three realms, cultivating to this point, you can condense the primordial fetus, transform the true element, and almost close to the legendary immortality, as long as the primordial god is not destroyed, you can be reborn.

There are thousands of cultivators in the whole world, and there are very few who can transform into gods for thousands of years, such people are already the top powerhouses in the cultivation world, if they are not the respect of one faction, they are the famous giants who dominate one side.

As for the highest level of the third heaven "Nirvana Returning to the Ruins", it can only be reached by the legendary gods, and the legend has reached this point that it can already shatter the void and travel beyond the nine heavens, transcending the shackles of time and space, and becoming supreme and free.

Yuwen Chenyi was fascinated by what he heard, and asked again: "Then what kind of third-rate martial artist, first-class master, how do you distinguish it?"

Seeing this, Yan'er smiled slightly, and continued: "Those who have cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm are junior martial artists, and those who have cultivated to the Fetal Breath Realm are senior martial artists, that is, third-rate martial artists......"

As he was talking, a disciple suddenly walked in, coughed from afar, and said to Xue Lin: "Xue Lin, why have you been talking for so long, hurry up and get out, if the two altar masters know, I can't afford it." ”

Xue Lin snorted and said, "Brother Minghao, thank you, we'll come out." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Yan'er and said, "Sister Yan'er, don't worry, we will definitely save you." ”

Yan'er nodded and said, "Good sister, sister can trust you." ”

After the three of them said goodbye to Yan'er, they turned around and walked out of the cabin, went up to the first cabin, and went back to their rooms to rest without mentioning.

Yu Wenchen Yi entered his room, closed the door casually, and took out a sword and a dust from Ji Qingming, these two weapons have not had time to take a closer look, this is the right time.

"The swordsman is green and the whisk is red dust, I like this name. ”

Yuwen Chenyi muttered, this time it was unusual, first picked up the dust whisk and observed, the handle of the dust whisk was more than two feet long, crystal like jade, the whole body was light purple, and there were cloud-like lines scattered on it, just like a natural agate.

It is engraved with a line of delicate fly-headed seals: "Three thousand acacia slashes constantly, and the red dust surrounds the Chinese year." ”

The font Juanxiu seems to be a woman's handwriting, thinking that it should be engraved by the Purple Cloud Fairy, Yuwen Chenyi shook his head and sighed, it seems that this Purple Cloud Fairy is also a very affectionate person, but it is a pity that she and Ji Qingming were not able to stay together in the end.

At that moment, he put the dust into the silk bag of the sky, picked up the Qingying Sword again, and held it in his hand, the ancient awe-inspiring murderous aura came over again, and when he pulled it out, the blood light of the blade was faint, meandering and flowing, as if he had drunk enough blood.

With a slight slash, there was a cracking sound of breaking the sky, and a sharp sword qi burst out of the air, cutting out a knife mark more than an inch deep on the side of the spaceship.

The material of the spaceship is made of Xuanjing, which is much harder than fine iron, but he can't help but wave this sword qi lightly, the power can be imagined, Yuwen Chenyi shuddered, fortunately he didn't use his strength, otherwise, it would be a big trouble.

I wonder if this sword can be sacrificed like Tai'a?

Thinking of this, Yuwen Chenyi stretched out his right index finger and touched it lightly on the blade of the sword, and the essence blood immediately flowed out from between his fingers.

The coldness and pain of the blade cutting through the arm spread all over the body, and the red blood gushed out from the wound, pouring into the knife in a steady stream, and the blood drank like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, wrapped around his arm, greedily devouring every trace of blood flowing to it.

The rapid blood loss made Yuwen Chenyi's face instantly pale, his mouth was dry, and the feeling of dizziness followed, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground.

Yuwen Chenyi also almost fainted, in a daze, he only felt another world, but he saw that there were mountains of corpses and a sea of blood all around, monstrous blood waves, and endless blood prisons, reflecting that the whole world was a blood red.

The surging murderous aura swept through every corner of this world like a storm, and in the center of this world, there was a peak of ten thousand people piled up with corpses, and Qing Ming was obliquely inserted into it.

However, at this time, it was not a three-foot Qingfeng held by Ying Ying, but a giant sword as high as a hundred feet, and the fierce murderous aura was constantly emanating from the sword, like a wind rolling up thousands of blood waves.

Yuwen Chenyi felt that he was like a wisp of ghost, fluttering and flying above the green underworld, and the seven-foot body was as small as an ant in front of its sword body of hundreds of zhang.

He looked at Qing Ming quietly, the blood light in the sword body flowed, as if a pair of eyes were also quietly watching him, just like that, one person and one sword, in this treacherous and terrifying mountain of blood sea corpses, silently looked at each other, as if the whole world was still......

...... Long......

Yuwen Chenyi seemed to feel Qing Ming's thinking, the kind of arrogant and peerless desolation and loneliness, the contradiction between killing and pity, swept over like a sea of mountains...

(Friday received the news that I was going to be on the homepage today, and I was extremely excited, and I was excited to check what kind of recommendation this recommendation is, and after a check, I found that it was in the old version...... ）