There were bursts of thunder and lightning flashing and extinguishing. In the space between Xiao Xuan's eyebrows, divine thunder that could tear the nine heavens apart struck down. From time to time, it was accompanied by huge rumbling sounds that shook the world. It was like an invisible god beating a drum.
The nine-turn sacred tree stands in the dark sky and earth. The divine thunder above the head is constantly flashing, showing its solemn and mysterious side. The huge aura suppresses all things.
Xiao Xuan sat calmly, observing the evolution of the energy in the space between his eyebrows all the time. Dao lines and rays of light shot out from it. Many monks never had the opportunity to see this scene in their entire lives. But it appeared step by step in front of him. Analyze. Show the ultimate mystery.
This process gave Xiao Xuan a closer understanding of Tao. He felt something inexplicable, which was invisibly deeply imprinted on his soul, making his soul more tenacious.
I don't know how long it has been. Xiao Xuan didn't care about the passage of time. He was just immersed in this mysterious realm. This opportunity may only come once in a lifetime. He didn't want to miss any details. This would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.
Suddenly, the color of the divine thunder in the world between the eyebrows changed. The silver divine thunder turned into gold. A golden thunder as thick as a hill struck down from the dark void. It hit the immortal text that was developing thousands of energies in one fell swoop.
Countless golden electric threads wandered around the surface of the immortal text. Xiao Xuan felt his soul tremble. An unbearable pain spread throughout his body. The energy and blood in his body rumbled and shook, almost threatening to rush out of his body.
"What's going on?" The golden thunder and lightning broke the mysterious realm of Xiao Xuan's enlightenment. He woke up instantly. But his eyes were not opened. His spiritual consciousness was still in the space between his eyebrows.
He saw that the immortal text that was developing energy finally stayed. As thousands of electric wires wandered around, a gap opened with a click.
In an instant, a vast and broad breath overflowed from the immortal text. That breath revealed the strongest fighting spirit. It roared in the dark world between the eyebrows. Every roar made the void turbulent and the vortex rose.
The energy that originally stayed on the surface of the immortal text was shaken away. It floated to the entire dark void world in an instant. Only a line of immortal text was left that continued to crack and revealed a more fighting spirit.
"This. This is..."
Xiao Xuan was shocked in his heart. The fighting spirit revealed in the immortal text was too terrifying. It was like a roaring ocean. He even felt that if he had not been recognized by the nine immortal texts, any spiritual consciousness that penetrated it would be shattered.
"The fighting spirit is so strong. It is a more pure fighting spirit than the Zhan Zi Jue of Xiaoyao Palace. The Zhan Zi Jue of Xiaoyao Palace feels like it can fight the gods. But I feel that the aura from this immortal text directly ignores the gods. It seems that it itself is the transformation of the supreme god of war. What kind of energy is this."
Xiao Xuan has never seen such terrifying energy in the world. It is not only a kind of breath, but also a means of attack.
In the end, the immortal text cracked bigger and bigger. Finally, it shattered with a bang and disappeared without a trace. Only the energy of the world that was not stubborn and ignored the gods and demons turned into a golden bead. It hung on the nine Turn on the branches of the sacred tree.
Xiao Xuan's thoughts moved. Suddenly, the bead shook. A very weak golden breath came out from the bead, which made his fighting spirit rise. He felt that he dared to fight a real dragon.
The moment this energy merged with him, I suddenly felt a tremor in Tanzhong Point.
"The Golden Feather has changed." Xiao Xuan poured his spiritual consciousness into Shanzhong. The place was still the same as before. The deep black spiritual path connected to nowhere. The three golden feathers on the surface were rising and falling, suppressing everything.
But at this time, one of the golden feathers had a dull luster. It was no longer as tough as before.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Xuan was not surprised but overjoyed. He thought to himself: "The first golden feather is about to emerge. The opportunity to break through to the second step has appeared."
The Ascension Realm, hence the name, is to transform all three Dao Feathers in the body. When all three Dao Feathers disappear one day, it will be the ultimate Feathering Realm. It is only one step away from becoming a sage.
Looking at the three golden feathers slowly sinking and floating in the path to the gods, he quickly calmed down after the surprise.
Although I have seen an opportunity to break through the second step, it is too early to be happy now. Every step for a strong person in the Ascension Realm to break through is difficult. It is not inferior to reaching the tenth level and entering the Ascension Realm.
Thinking about how difficult it was for him to break through the Ascension Realm, Xiao Xuan felt a little lacking in confidence. Perhaps the only thing that could comfort him was the five million ice milk in the space bottle.
"Wait a little longer. Wait until your cultivation level is one step closer. It's not too late to take the second step."
Xiao Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and once again penetrated his spiritual consciousness into the space between his eyebrows. The new energy excited him. This was definitely an energy he had never fought before.
"This energy has never been seen before, and it can be used in attacks. It is no longer just fighting spirit. How about calling it fighting spirit."
Xiao Xuan secretly decided on a name for this inexplicable energy. He felt that once this energy was used in attacks, it would be indestructible. The only thing that made him regretful was that this kind of fighting spirit was difficult to control. He tried his best and could only summon a trace.
Even so, the terrifying coercion revealed by that trace of fighting spirit also gave Xiao Xuan confidence in its offensive power.
"Now I can barely use the Sun Immortal Wen. The Earth Immortal Wen is extremely difficult to use, and almost all the power in my body is exhausted after using it once. As for this fighting spirit, I can only use one wisp with all my strength. It seems that I have no control over the three kinds of immortals. The article is just a preliminary understanding. It has not been fully understood. It may also be related to insufficient cultivation."
Xiao Xuan felt tangled in his heart. Thinking of this harvest, he took back his spiritual consciousness with satisfaction and slowly opened his eyes.
"Master, you're awake." Tang Jun's surprised voice came, with a bit of anxiety on his face.
"Wake up, Tang Jun. The war between the two clans is over." This time he realized. The moment Xiao Xuan woke up, he calculated that three days had passed. According to the speed of the previous war between the two clans, it should have ended long ago.
Tang Jun shook his head: "No. The two tribes only ended eight fights. The ninth fight is currently underway."
"Hmm." Xiao Xuan was very puzzled.
"The sixth battle took a very long time. It took two days and two nights for the strong men from the two races to decide the winner. In the end, both sides suffered losses. However, the strong man from the human race fell to the ground one breath later than the strong man from the demon race. So it is considered a victory. Victory."
Xiao Xuan's heart trembled. He never expected that the battle would be so brutal. Even if he fought at the highest level for two days and two nights, it would be terrifying enough. Fighting between monks usually determines the outcome within a few moves. It rarely exceeds one stick of incense.
"The human race has won a few games."
Tang Jun said bitterly: "A game. It was the result of that senior's persistence for one more breath."
Xiao Xuan's expression sank. He didn't expect such a reversal in the past three days. In this way, the human race only won three out of the eight games.
Bang
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt the mountains beneath him tremble. A world-destroying pressure surged in like a storm. He turned his head violently and saw a demon clan in the valley taking back a piece of clothing with a proud face. The magical weapon flew towards the demon clan.
"We lost again." Xiao Xuan felt bitter for a while. Out of nine battles, the human race only won three. Not only was the future of the human race dark, but it was also a heavy blow to the strong men of the human race in the future.
"The leader of Zhentian has fallen."
At this moment, the exclamations of powerful human beings came from all around. Only then did Xiao Xuan understand that the defeated powerful man was the leader of the Zhentian Cult. This was not the so-called leader-level powerful man, but the true leader of a sect.
The death of a long-standing leader of a great religion has had a far-reaching impact. I believe that this small world will reopen in a few days. The news will spread throughout Dongjiuyou, causing discussions from all parties.
Just when the human race was shocked by the fall of the leader of the Zhentian Cult, a big demon from the demon race with four arms and a dog's head was already standing in the valley and shouting. The opponent was surrounded by a layer of divine light, and each of the four arms was holding a piece of equipment. A curved hook-shaped magic weapon. A strange mysterious light lingers around the magic weapon. It is actually four heavenly weapons of the leader.
"Another quasi-sage."
Among the human race, the expressions of the strong men from all sides darkened. After the war, all the quasi-sage strongmen that the human race can send have been dispatched. Although the remaining ones are in the ultimate ascension realm, facing the quasi-sage strong ones is undoubtedly a must. Die.
For a moment, all the powerful men hesitated. Although the war between the two races was related to the interests of the human race, people have selfish motives. Who would come forward if they knew they would die? These old monsters who have been practicing for at least a thousand years will never be hot-headed.
"There is a big human race in Nuo. Their numbers are thousands of times that of our demon race. But no one dares to come out to challenge. In that case, why not surrender to our race?" The four-armed demon shouted to the sky. His arrogant arrogance made all the strong men from all races. The old man’s face was hot. But still no one came to fight.
brush
At this moment, all the strong men of the human race saw a blur in front of their eyes. A young man stood upright in the valley. He was carrying a sheathed long sword. His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He stood quietly in the valley with the man. The big demons looked at each other.
"It's him." Seeing the young man, Xiao Xuan's heart moved and he whispered. "It seems that this battle should be won."
That young man was the mysterious strong man Tang Jun had seen outside the Tai Chi array. Xiao Xuan could never see through him. Even after looking at him for a long time, he felt that the aura around him was about to pierce his soul. This was absolutely terrifying. exist.
The moment the other party appeared, the four-armed demon's expression condensed, and all his arrogant expressions were restrained. He sensed the terror coming from this young man. He did not dare to show any slightness and directly said: "Go to hell."
Poof
Four hook-shaped magic weapons were between the arms of the big demon. They cut the sky with strange trajectories. They shot out four crescent-shaped arcs of light and struck at the young man. The sharp breath stirred up a wave. It seemed like a terrifying force. To break the shackles of heaven and earth.
But the next moment...
Weng
The strong men of the two races only felt a cold light flash across the sky and the earth. Then everything stopped. Four arcs of light disappeared out of thin air. The sky was cut open, revealing a long crack that could not be healed for a long time.
The young man seemed to have never done anything. The long sword exuding a cold aura was returned to its sheath gracefully. He stepped on the void and walked back to the human race step by step. It was only then that there was a loud bang in the valley. The four-armed monster raised its head. Lying on the ground.
A dog's head rolled far away. The four Heavenly Weapons of the Cult Master in his hand were all broken. He had lost his life long ago. He could not die anymore.
Hiss~~ The strong men of the two races gasped in unison. Looking at the young man's figure, he felt like he had mastered the god of death. His souls felt cold.
But that young man never said a word. He was as cold as ice.