Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately knew that this feeling of desperation was a trace of artistic conception contained in the middle-aged scribe's magic power, and this artistic conception seemed to be a heavenly might, so that Yuwen Zhouyuan could not resist at all.

At this time, if he took out the soul bead, then under the protection of the layers of ancient prohibitions, he might not have such a deep feeling, after all, when he fought with the True Monarch Monk in the past, the soul bead was a must-use thing.

But at this moment, in order to understand this artistic conception, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not use any magic weapon, so that he could be said to be unarmed, and he felt the artistic conception of the attack of the True Monarch Monk in person.

The old man's eyes lit up, and as soon as he grabbed it with his right hand, a trace of purple qi suddenly floated out from Yuwen Zhouyuan Heavenly Spirit, forming a purple ball that floated into the old man's hand, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and recovered.

Yuwen Tongyuan closed his eyes, and at the moment just now, the other party's artistic conception was thoroughly understood by him, this kind of opportunity is really rare and unavoidable, and it is extremely precious.

The old man's big hand pinched the purple ball and immediately dissipated, the middle-aged scribe's face was quite ugly, stared at the old man, and said: "The seniors came here, I'm afraid that it is for your disciple to break through the true master and reach the true monarch and comprehend the artistic conception." ”

The old man smiled, and with his right hand casually beside the scribe, he said, "It's easy to say, it's your turn to come out." ”

The person the old man was referring to was a beautiful woman in her thirties, and she stared at the old man with angry eyes and said, "Although the senior cultivator is through the sky, how can my Qingshui Sect be the school you pointed out!"

The old man muttered a few words, and quite impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms, rummaged in it for a long time, and took out a piece of cyan jade slip, which was thrown on it and caught in the hand of the thirty-year-old beauty.

When the thirty-year-old beauty saw the jade slip, her face immediately changed, and she said in a lost voice: "This ...... Qing Shui Ling!"

The middle-aged scribe immediately reached out and took this jade slip, and punched a magic trick on it, and suddenly this jade slip flashed with colorful light, and it did not disperse for a long time, and the middle-aged scribe immediately smiled bitterly, and said respectfully to the old man: "Since the seniors have the Qingshui Order, the juniors and others should follow it, but seniors, can you be sure that this Qingshui Order will be exchanged for my Qingshui Sect True Monarch Monk to help your disciple comprehend the artistic conception?"

The old man glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan proudly, snapped his nose and snorted lightly at the middle-aged scribe, and said with a big sting: "Nonsense, hurry up, you still come out!" he said, pointing to the thirty-year-old beauty.

The thirty-year-old beauty was silent for a while, nodded respectfully, sent her body away, walked a few steps, showed a complex light in her eyes, glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said: "You have a good master, when I was old and I was promoted to the true monarch, if I could have the opportunity to understand the artistic conception, I would definitely be able to take a lot of detours, alas!"

As she spoke, the thirty-year-old beauty opened her mouth and spit out a pink aura, and after this aura appeared, it was immediately filled with bursts of fragrance.

At the same time, the pink aura was as fast as an arrow from the string, and when it was three inches away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, it suddenly slammed into a cloud of pink mist, enveloping Yuwen Zhouyuan.

"The artistic conception of the old body, you slowly understand it!" said the thirty-year-old woman.

In that pink mist, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly had a warm feeling, and the spiritual power and Yuan Ying in his body slowly showed a trace of laziness under this warm feeling.

It was as if all the killing, even the determination to cultivate to the true monarch, had become ethereal at this moment, and under this feeling, Yuwen Zhouyuan even felt a sense of drowsiness.

It's as if everything in the world has become dispensable.

But at this moment, a blood ball in Yuwen Zhouyuan's storage bag suddenly flew out of the storage bag and merged into his body in a flash along Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm.

Immediately afterwards, a violent evil qi, like a pot of cold water spilling from his head, made Yuwen Zhouyuan wake up immediately, and the moment he woke up, the evil qi suddenly filled his body.

The thirty-year-old beauty sighed lightly, summoned her right hand, and withdrew her pink aura.

Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, if it weren't for the evil qi blood ball just now, he would have been completely immersed in the other party's artistic conception, this feeling was extremely terrifying, for the True Monarch Cultivator, in addition to the original fear, he was more cautious.

The thirty-year-old beauty glanced at Yuwen Juyuan, stepped back, and stopped talking.

At this time, the old man's eyes swept away, and finally landed on an old man in a yellow shirt standing in the distance, his eyes suddenly lit up, he smiled, and said: "Your artistic conception is a little special, after understanding, we will leave and no longer bother you." ”

The old man in the yellow shirt raised his head, didn't even look at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said flatly: "My artistic conception, he can't bear it!"

The old man raised his eyebrows, waved his big hand, and said: "Fart, with Lao Tzu on the side, even if you Qingshui Sect artesian relatives come, Lao Tzu can resist it!" After speaking, he secretly glanced at the depths of Qingshui Sect.

The old man in the yellow shirt didn't say much, but slapped his forehead, and suddenly a black hole opened in the center of his eyebrows, and a flying sword the size of a palm in his hand galloped out, turning into a bolt of lightning, and instantly came to Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Its speed is simply impossible to resist, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face is a little ugly, if the soul bead is opened, or his Yuan Shen magic sword array is released, it may be able to stop one or two, but obviously it can't be delayed for too long!

But Yuwen Zhouyuan was also not afraid, although he said that he could not resist, but if he really moved his hands, with the compression of the spirit rune in his hand, these True Monarch monks, even if they had the power of the earth, they would all have to be a little scrupulous.

For example, this flying sword, Yuwen Zhouyuan only needs to sacrifice the compression spirit rune now, and the other party will definitely stop the flying sword from attacking, otherwise, it can only be the same end.

The flying sword of the yellow-shirted monk was still a zhang away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, and a killing aura came to his face, and in this killing aura, there was also a trace of strange artistic conception!

This artistic conception is very different from the previous two, as if with a trace of the power of heaven and earth, Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately noticed that the spiritual power in the body actually has the phenomenon of exhaustion, if these spiritual powers are compared to with vitality, then under the artistic conception of the other party, its vitality is passing rapidly.

This strange artistic conception made Yuwen Zhouyuan's face finally change greatly, this artistic conception is only acting on spiritual power, if it can be used on Shouyuan, then it can definitely be called a horror against the sky.

The yellow-shirted monk's face was flat, and with a call of his right hand, he suddenly flew his sword and retreated, returned to the old man's side, disappeared between his eyebrows, and he said slowly: "The artistic conception of the old man is time!"

The old man's gaze stared, falling on this person, he just felt that the old man in the yellow shirt was a little weird, and then analyzed that his artistic conception was definitely extraordinary, but it was definitely no one's artistic conception, it was actually time flying!

The old man took a deep breath, the dirty meaning on his face suddenly disappeared, at this time, he looked quite majestic, that emaciated face, although it was a little dirty, but these mundane things, could not hide a trace of this person's heroic aura at all.

Yuwen Zhouyuan had a delusion for a while, this old man seemed to have completely changed in an instant, at this time, if he was a master of cultivation from the upper realm, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not be too suspicious.

"What a true monarch artistic conception, if you can reach the true emperor in this life, then the power of this artistic conception will be against the sky! Qing Shui ordered you to take it and say goodbye!" The old man took a deep breath, his body moved, came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side, grabbed him, and the two of them suddenly disappeared in place, and when they reappeared, they were already in a remote position somewhere in Kyoto City.

After the two appeared, the old man suddenly panted like a cow, his tired face was pale, but he still showed a smug look, and sometimes aimed his eyes at Yuwen Zhouyuan, obviously waiting for Yuwen Zhouyuan to praise him.

At this time, where did the old man still have the master's demeanor just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan took off his cloak quite helplessly, threw it into the storage bag and said: "The seniors are amazing, and they are really only seen in the lives of the younger generations, admire, admire!"

The old man's eyes rolled and he said dissatisfiedly, "You would say that?"

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent and smiled bitterly, in his life, where did he say anything flattering, at this time, he thought about it for a long time, and he really didn't know how to say it.

The old man gasped, waved his hand, and said, "Come on, the artistic conception is over, you go back, remember to hurry up to the real monarch period, so that you can paint a portrait of me." ”

"What do you call a senior?" asked Yuwen Juyuan.

"Taihuang Mountain leads the envoy Wei Nanfeng!" the old man said to Yuwen Zhou Yuan quite proudly.

"It turned out to be an envoy from the upper realm, it's really a blessing!" Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but move in his heart after hearing the other party's words.

"Hahahaha, it seems that you kid also knows that Taihuang Mountain receives the envoy, boy, do you want to fly there, I have a wide range of channels over there, or if you bribe me, I will let you fly to the Taihuang Mountain Cultivation Realm now?

"Senior, thank you for your kindness, the junior should be promoted to the True Monarch Stage according to the rules and then find the senior to ascend, right?" Yuwen Zhou Yuan said.

"Boy, do you think you can ascend when you reach the True Monarch Stage? Don't forget that we saw several True Monarch Stage masters just now, but none of them have ascended, do you know why? Because there is no quota! There is no quota for the Majestic Kingdom!" Wei Nanfeng said proudly.

"Do you want a quota for Ascension?" asked Yuwen Juyuan in surprise.

"That's it! There are three places in a Xiuzhen country like the Daxiong Kingdom every five hundred years, and the Dongzhou Divine Domain is much more, but there are only about a hundred, of course, we have a mobile quota in our hands to receive the envoys, do you want the old man to assign one to you?" Wei Nanfeng said with a smug face.

"Thank you, senior, I'm still the True Monarch, let's talk about the ascension later, it's a big deal to break through the True Monarch now!" As soon as the words fell, Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the messenger Wei Nanfeng, and turned to leave.

Yuwen Zhouyuan went all the way straight and returned to the Chenyuan Hall, sitting cross-legged by the fire, surrounded by silence, in this silent environment, his mind flashed the different artistic conceptions of the three True Monarch Stage monks before, and slowly his whole person was immersed in it, quietly realizing.

The ruthless realm of the middle-aged scribe, the comfortable realm of the thirty-year-old woman, and the time realm of the old man in the yellow shirt all echoed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind one by one, and gradually Yuwen Zhouyuan vaguely had a trace of enlightenment, and this artistic conception must be naturally obtained in the comprehension of heaven according to their different lives.