The man was hit by a powerful force and flew backwards, smashing more than a dozen trees.
A woman in a pink dress flew over, two gleams of cold light burst out from a pair of extremely clear eyes, her slender hand moved down, and the space collapsed directly, and an extremely tyrannical pressure burst out.
Feeling this unparalleled blow, the man who fell to the ground had a look of fear in his eyes. He finally felt the strength of the woman in front of him. He was far from an opponent. It was ridiculous that he thought that her reputation was due to someone else.
After bragging about it, he was very unconvinced and came to challenge him. Now it seems that he is just looking for death.
"Stop...I..." the man from the Illusory Spirit Tribe said quickly, with a look of begging in his eyes.
At the taboo moment of facing a life-threatening threat, all dignity and face were ignored. He still had many things to do. Once he died, everything would be for nothing.
"Boom!" The woman in the pink dress dropped her jade hand, and the powerful force directly blasted the man from the Illusory Spirit Tribe into a pile of flesh.
"If you come to challenge, you must be prepared to die." The woman in the pink dress said in a calm voice.
That woman's reputation was gained through battles, not bragging.
The woman in the pink dress looked at the man from the Illusory Spirit Tribe who was beheaded, then looked into the depths of the Illusory Spirit Tribe continent, and whispered softly: "This is what I can do for you now, and I believe that I will do it for you in the future.
Help you more."
"Congratulations, Young Master, for once again refining part of the inherited power." At this time, a true saint woman came over and said, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Let's go! I believe that after leaving the Illusory Spirit Clan, my cultivation will be able to break through to a half-step true saint." The woman in the pink dress said calmly.
Three days later, news came from the Illusory Spirit Tribe continent that a mysterious woman wearing a pink dress killed ten Illusory Spirit Tribe masters in a row.
When the news came back to Longmeng, everyone was excited, and the streets and alleys were talking about it.
"Another genius has appeared in our human race."
"God bless our Dragon Alliance!"
"I'm afraid that in a few decades, our Dragon Alliance will rise completely, and we won't need to be afraid of the foreign races at all."
Everyone in the Dragon Alliance was excited, and some female monks even imitated the woman in the pink dress and wore a pink dress.
After the foreign masters heard the news, their faces turned ugly. They seemed to have seen the strong rise of another Yuwen Zhouyuan.
It is enough for the Dragon Alliance to have one Yuwen Zhouyuan. Countless people who have been suppressed are unable to breathe. Now that there is one more person, this is really bad news for the aliens.
The battle among the younger generation is still going on. After the woman in the pink dress left the Illusory Spirit Clan, she disappeared as if she had never appeared. Countless people went to explore their traces, but none of them could find them.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan still had nothing to do with the things in the outside world. He seemed to be unable to hear them, and began to look at the world in a strange way, seeing that the people in this world still had things to do.
On the long street, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to be a bystander, watching the people coming and going, watching their ups and downs, and also experiencing various seven emotions and six desires.
"At the peak of the late stage of the true saint, he can infect other people's emotions with his own emotions. No matter if he is frightened or not, whether he is crying or laughing, he can infect them. What about the pseudo-fairyland?"
"Control...control..."
"Could it be that the pseudo-fairyland means that one can control the emotions of all living beings within a certain range at will?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said to himself as he walked forward, his eyes suddenly brightened.
"If I guessed correctly, it must be like this. It must be to control the emotions of the surrounding living beings at will."
After traveling for more than ten days, Yuwen Zhouyuan visited many places. He seemed to have come from another world, looking at this world with cold eyes.
For more than ten days, he didn't rest. He just moved forward mechanically, comprehending the seven emotions and six desires. Now he finally saw the direction clearly, but he still needed to understand again how to do it.
That's right, he gradually figured it out. The key to breaking through the eighth level is control. In one thought, there will be laughter and in one thought, there will be a river of sadness.
This is what Yuwen Zhouyuan wants to do.
There is still a long, long way to go to achieve this.
Time is like the mottled tree shadows cast from the leaves. As the sun sets, those tree shadows disappear.
Two months passed quickly, and Yuwen Zhouyuan was still in the secular world. Throughout Xiliang, those who worshiped Yuwen Zhouyuan probably never imagined that Yuwen Zhouyuan had turned into passerby A or passerby B.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan had been silent for two months, people still did not forget about him. Instead, they looked forward to him even more, wondering what big events or news would happen when he appeared again.
In the past two months, the younger generation of masters from all races are still fighting. Many young masters have risen and become famous. All races are paying attention to these people.
They all achieved fame by stepping on the corpses of countless geniuses, and the hands of every strong young man are stained with endless blood.
The thing that makes people most regretful is the woman in the pink dress. She disappeared after leaving the illusory spiritual continent and did not appear for two months. Many people wanted to see his style again and see her peerless beauty.
Beauty.
Since the pseudo-fairyland masters from all races reached an agreement, the strength of each race has been developing rapidly. It can be said that now all races are working hard to accumulate strength, as if they are waiting for something.
After the Dragon Alliance had the blueprint of the warship provided by Yuwen Zhouyuan, they began to research and restore it, hoping to restore all the blueprints of the warship.
If a battle breaks out in the future, the warship will definitely become a weapon.
Nowadays, with the gradual development of society, people have become accustomed to this time where cultivation and technology coexist. The Dragon Alliance provides excellent cultivation environment and medicinal solutions to those scientific research talents who have understood such things. This is also to compensate for their losses.
.
After all, in this world where martial arts is respected, it is really rare for them to be able to put down their cultivation and study other things.
The Dragon Alliance is developing, the major forces are also developing, and the Fusanghua Island Domain is also developing. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan gave the drawings to Emperor Ji, he has completely memorized the contents of those drawings. He will
He also gave a copy to Bei Shuirou and the others so that they could understand this.
In two months, all the girls were out of seclusion, and they returned one after another from the formations, the islands that specialized in practicing fighting. In the Eight Ghost Hall, there were many more masters at the peak of the True Emperor.
It can be seen from the number of masters born that this prosperous age has reached its early stage.
The improvement of the rules of heaven and earth has allowed masters at the level of half-step true emperors to clearly understand part of the rules of heaven and earth, and then break through. Breakthroughs have become easier. The heavenly tribulation still exists, and its existence does not seem to deliberately punish the monks, but to transform them.
Monks make their bodies stronger.
Of course, there are also some people who died under the catastrophe. These people's foundation is extremely poor. They must not have practiced hard. Their cultivation is all accumulated with elixirs. If such people can still survive the catastrophe, then
It's so unreasonable.
Another half year has passed, and the world of cultivation has completely developed. There are an extremely large number of true holy masters, and there are more and more battles among the younger generation. All kinds of news come out every day. Without exception,
It's about the younger generation.
In the future, the younger generation will be the mainstay of the entire prosperous age. Every race will focus entirely on the younger generation, and the older generation will almost be forgotten by people.
The Dragon Alliance has restored all the blueprints of the warship. Of course, it is a little different from the original blueprints, but it is probably more powerful than the Scale Horns.
The time related to the warship has been classified as top secret by the Dragon Alliance. There are some important personnel and those who built the warship, and others do not know about it at all.
In order to create the warship, the Dragon Alliance spent a lot of money deep underground in the alliance headquarters. The price was of course extremely huge.
The weapon refining in Fuso Flower Island is also developing very fast. Although it is not as powerful and fast as the Dragon Alliance Alliance, it is similar.
The population of the entire Fusohua Island is increasing, but under the care of the women, it is still well organized. On some islands, villages have developed into towns, and it seems to be developing extremely rapidly.
Time is like fine sand in the hands, it flows away inadvertently, taking away some fragments of memories.
For more than half a year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has not appeared once, and the deeds of the younger generation of masters have continued to appear, and his limelight has been suppressed again.
People are always like this, they like to accept new things and forget the old ones.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't care at all about his changes in the hearts of countless people. Rather than his little reputation, he must have paid more attention to his cultivation.
On the side of a busy street in a mortal city, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood quietly. His face was thin and his beard had grown out. His robe was covered in dust and the original color could no longer be seen. He looked slovenly.
Incomparably, the high-spirited Yuwen Zhouyuan no longer looked like him at all.
For more than half a year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has been walking without stopping at all. After he came to this mortal city, he casually came to this street, and then stood here and thought.
"You're really weird. You've been standing on this street for five days. Aren't you tired? Aren't you hungry?" A woman in her twenties or fives stared at him curiously, as if she wanted to
What can be seen.
"Five days?" Yuwen Zhouyuan was slightly startled, and then sighed, "It's time to go."
As soon as Yu Wen Zhouyuan finished speaking, he moved, and suddenly his body made a crackling sound, as if he had not moved for a long time and his bones were rusty.
"Why are you leaving now?" This woman suddenly stood in front of Yu Wen Zhouyuan, her small nose wrinkled slightly, a little dissatisfied.
"Is something wrong?" Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the woman and asked.