In a secret room behind the Thousand Machine Palace, Tianjizi and Tianyangzi sat looking at each other, neither of them spoke, just sat quietly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long time, Tianjizi sighed and said: "I know what you have to say, but this is impossible, this is the last glimmer of hope for my Qianjimen!"

Tianyangzi's warm face was slightly tightened, and he frowned: "Why? This son has a high level of understanding, and he is the best candidate for the entire Thousand Machine Gate!"

Qian Jizi didn't understand, but he still shook his head: "He is a person without immortal roots!"

Tianyangzi, who was still a little skeptical, suddenly fell silent, and a look of regret flashed on his face.

Without immortal roots, without cultivating immortals, he was suddenly silent, with a look of helplessness on his face: "It's a pity! If you put this aside, he will be the best candidate! The chance will be the greatest!"

Tianjizi also had a helpless look on his face: "This is just this one, and it has already cut off his back road!"

Tianyangzi didn't refute, because his senior brother was right, just this one, he had already cut off the back road.

"That's it, that's it!" Tianyangzi shook his head: "Look at the affairs of the sky, do your best, and wait until you come back from the trip to the secret realm!"

Tianjizi nodded, and the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and the people of Chunyang Gate did not come to the door as they imagined, and Qianjimen seemed to have forgotten about this matter, but every day Qianjimen organized disciples to constantly patrol the entire mountain gate.

Chu Mo stood quietly on the edge of the cliff of Qianyang Peak, the breeze blowing in his face blew the long hair of the shawl, and his gaze looked a little deep.

"The wind and rain are coming, and there will be no accidents in this month!"

Since not a single disciple of the Pure Yang Sect and the Lei Yang Sect has arrived in the past half a month, Chu Mo, including the entire disciples of the Thousand Machine Sect, knows that this matter will not end like this.

Being able to forcibly suppress the revenge of killing the son without retaliating, this Pure Yang Sect is planning a trip to the secret realm nine times out of ten.

Reaching out and making a decision, the aura on the palm surged, as if it was about to condense something, but it quickly dissipated.

Seeing this scene, Chu Mo smiled bitterly in his heart: "I failed again, I have been coming to this Thousand Machine Gate for a whole month, but I can't even complete the simplest spiritual technique, I really have no immortal roots, and I don't cultivate my spirit!"

With a wry laugh, the Shangqing sword behind it suddenly came out of its sheath and was held in his hand, Chu Mo's face was solemn for a while, and his figure turned into a flash, but he had already appeared in that scene and danced the sword.

The Shangqing Sword, which had not drunk blood for more than a month, was no longer the scarlet magic sword, but the rusty cyan ancient sword.

The sword intent was everywhere, Chu Mo had already turned into a white shadow, and the sword in his hand seemed to be as light as if it was integrated with him, and the sword followed his heart.

In the past half a month, in addition to cultivating the Unified Method, Chu Mo has spent a spiritual stone to cultivate to the congenital perfection, but he is not cultivating, but has cultivated the sword technique.

In the past, after he exhausted twenty skill points in the Qibi Mountains and upgraded his swordsmanship to Tianpin, he didn't practice.

But it wasn't until he calmed down recently and cultivated his sword that Chu Mo found that this sword technique had also become a little different, originally it was just a spiritual product that he could comprehend, but at this moment, he always seemed to feel that there was a ravine blocking himself from the threshold of the sword technique.

The swordsmanship has broken through, and the power has increased a lot, but Chu Mo always has an inexplicable feeling in his heart that this swordsmanship is not a real swordsmanship.

The sword stops, the mind is scattered!

Chu Mo stared at the Shangqing Sword in his hand tightly, his eyes were full of confusion: "Why can't I still comprehend? Could it be that my realm is not enough?"

Frowning and sighing, the Shangqing Sword has also changed during this time, and the rust on the sword body is missing a few pieces, although it is not obvious, but Chu Mo still found it.

"The swordsmanship is weird, but you're even weirder!" put the Shangqing sword into the sheath and shook his head, but Chu Mo turned around and walked into the bamboo building.

Halfway through, Chu Mo stopped and stared at the highest peak of Qianyang Peak.

There are rows of caves, the place where the aura is the strongest, and it is also the place where all the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect retreat.

At this moment, the originally sunny weather there has been suspended at this moment, and a momentum of rushing to the sky is bursting out.

This momentum was not concealed, and everyone in the entire Thousand Yang Peak noticed it.

"Senior Sister, have you finally broken through?" Chu Mo's face was a little moved, he guessed that it was Hua Ruoran who broke through, after all, the entire Qianji Sect disciples would also be in retreat at this moment.

"At the age of twenty-five, she is already a foundation building double, this senior sister is really a genius!" Chu Mo's face was a little moved, Hua Ruolan was just a daffodil root sixth grade, but it was really incredible to break through to the fifth foundation building level.

Tang Yan didn't know when he appeared by Chu Mo's side, looking at the top of Qianyang Peak, his handsome face was also full of yearning: "Although the reason why Senior Sister broke through to the foundation building double is because she got the cold ice grass, but at this age, she has reached the foundation building double level, and she is no longer weaker than those geniuses!"

Tang Yan is twenty-three this year, but his strength has also reached the fifth level of the sea of clouds, and the golden immortal root is only five grades, and this speed is not slow, after all, his days of contact with immortal cultivation are too short.

"Cold Ice Grass!" Chu Mo whispered softly, he knew that some spirit grasses in this Immortal Cultivation Realm could not only refine all kinds of pills, but could also directly swallow refining and enhance their strength, but he didn't expect that a five-grade spirit grass could directly save a person a few years of penance.

"Spirit grass, spirit stones, and pills, they are really indispensable things for cultivating immortals!" Chu Mo's eyes flickered slightly.

"Do you want to go out to practice?" Tang Yan glanced at Chu Mo, with a hint of solemnity on his handsome face: "You'd better not go out during this time, no matter what, you have to wait until the secret realm is opened, this is for your safety, if your life is gone, how can you talk about cultivating immortals?"

Chu Mo chuckled but nodded: "I understand!"

Secret Realm! That will be the place where your strength will increase greatly.

There is also a spirit stone on his body, if Chu Mo is used, he has the confidence to break through to the sea of clouds and completely enter the threshold of immortal cultivation in just half a month, but he doesn't!

Although he can't cultivate his spirit, his swordsmanship is a god, he has fought against one or two senior brothers in the price Yunhai realm in the sect, and at this moment, he can rely on the heavenly swordsmanship to easily kill the other party.

If this is the case, why should I break through easily?

He has a system, as long as he kills an immortal cultivator in the realm of the sea of clouds, he can easily break through to the sea of clouds, and he can greatly increase his strength in a short period of time.

It's just a moment and a half, and I can wait for ten years, how can I not afford to wait for this short few years?