Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately knew that this feeling of despair was exactly the artistic conception contained in the middle-aged scribe's magic power. This artistic conception seemed to be the power of God, which made Yuwen Zhouyuan unable to resist at all.
At this time, if he took out the soul bead, he might not feel so deeply under the protection of the ancient restrictions. After all, when he fought with the True Lord monks in the past, the soul bead was a must-have item.
But at this moment, in order to realize this artistic conception, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not use any magic weapon. In this way, it can be said that he was defenseless and felt the artistic conception of the Zhenjun monk's attack in person.
The old man's eyes brightened, he grabbed it with his right hand, and suddenly a trace of purple energy floated out from Yuwen Zhouyuan Tianling, forming a purple ball, which floated into the old man's hand. Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and recovered.
Yu Wen Tongyuan closed his eyes. At the moment just now, he had a complete understanding of the other party's artistic conception. This kind of opportunity is really rare and rare.
The old man pinched the purple ball and it immediately dissipated. The middle-aged scribe stared at the old man with a rather ugly look on his face and said, "Senior, I am here probably to allow you, a disciple, to break through the true master and reach the true king and comprehend the artistic conception."
The old man chuckled, casually pointing his right hand at the scribe beside him, and said: "Well said! Well said, whoever comes after you comes out, it's your turn."
The person the old man was pointing to was a beautiful woman in her thirties. She stared at the old man angrily and said, "Although my seniors have great cultivation, how can I, the Qingshui Sect, be the sect you are referring to?"
The old man muttered a few words, and impatiently took out a dirty storage bag from his arms. He rummaged through it for a long time and took out a green jade slip. He threw it away and was picked up by the thirty-year-old beauty.
The woman caught it in her hand.
After seeing the jade slip, the beautiful woman in her thirties immediately changed her expression and said in a voiceless voice: "This... Qingshui Order!"
The middle-aged scribe immediately reached for the jade slip and punched a spell on it. Suddenly, the jade slip flashed with colorful light that lingered for a long time. The middle-aged scribe immediately smiled bitterly and said respectfully to the old man: "Senior, since you hold
There is a Qingshui Order, and juniors and others should abide by it, but senior, are you sure you can exchange this Qingshui Order for my Qingshui Sect True Monarch monk to help your disciples understand the artistic conception?"
The old man glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan proudly, licked his nose and snorted at the middle-aged scribe, and said harshly: "Nonsense, hurry up, you better come out!" He said, pointing at the thirty-year-old beauty.
woman.
The beautiful woman in her thirties was silent for a while, nodded respectfully, stepped forward, walked a few steps, her eyes showed a complicated light, glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said: "You have a good master. When I was old, I was promoted to the True King."
At that time, if I had the opportunity to understand the artistic conception, I would definitely avoid many detours, alas!"
As she spoke, the beautiful woman in her thirties opened her mouth and spit out a stream of pink spiritual energy. After this spiritual energy appeared, the surrounding area was immediately filled with waves of fragrance.
At the same time, the pink spiritual energy was as fast as an arrow leaving the string. When it was three inches away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, it suddenly turned into a ball of pink mist, wrapping Yuwen Zhouyuan inside.
"Slowly comprehend my artistic conception!" said the beautiful woman in her thirties.
In the pink mist, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly felt a warm feeling. The spiritual power and Nascent Soul in his body slowly showed a trace of laziness under this warm feeling.
It seemed that all the killings, even the determination to become a true king, became ethereal at this moment. Under this feeling, Yuwen Zhouyuan even felt drowsy.
It seems as if everything in the world has become dispensable.
But at this moment, an evil spirit blood ball in Yuwen Zhouyuan's storage bag suddenly flew out of the storage bag, followed Yuwen Zhouyuan's palm, and merged into his body in a flash.
Immediately afterwards, a fierce evil spirit, like a pot of cold water being poured from his head, made Yuwen Zhouyuan wake up immediately. The moment he woke up, the evil spirit suddenly filled his whole body.
The beautiful woman in her thirties let out a soft sigh, and with a call of her right hand, she took back the pink aura.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath. If it weren't for the evil spirit blood ball just now, he would have been completely immersed in the opponent's artistic conception. This feeling was extremely terrifying. In addition to his original fear of the Zhenjun monk, he was also more cautious.
The beautiful woman in her thirties glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, stepped back and said nothing.
At this time, the old man's eyes swept away, and finally fell on an old man in a yellow shirt standing in the distance. His eyes suddenly lit up, he laughed, and said: "Your artistic conception is a bit special. After realizing it, we will leave. No more
Excuse you."
The old man in yellow clothes raised his head, without even looking at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said flatly: "He can't bear my artistic conception!"
The old man raised his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said: "Fart, as long as I'm here, even if your Qingshui Sect's Shui Ziliu comes, I can still resist it!" After saying that, he secretly glanced deep into the Qingshui Sect with a sly look.
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The old man in yellow shirt said no more, but slapped his forehead, and suddenly a black gash opened between his eyebrows. A flying sword as big as the palm of his hand galloped out, turned into a bolt of lightning, and arrived in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan in an instant.
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Its speed is simply irresistible. Yuwen Zhouyuan's face is a little ugly. If he opens the soul orb or releases his soul magic sword formation, he may be able to stop it, but obviously he can't delay it for too long!
But Yuwen Zhouyuan was not afraid. Although he could not resist, if he really took action, with the compressed talisman in his hand, these True Monarch monks, no matter how powerful they were, would still have to be wary.
Take this flying sword for example. As long as Yuwen Zhouyuan uses the compression talisman now, the opponent will definitely stop the flying sword from attacking. Otherwise, they will both die together.
When the flying sword of the monk in yellow shirt was still ten feet away in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, a killing aura rushed towards his face. In this killing aura, there was also a strange artistic conception!
This artistic conception was very different from the previous two people. It seemed to have a hint of the power of heaven and earth. Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately noticed that the spiritual power in his body was actually exhausted. If these spiritual powers were compared to having vitality, then in
Under the other party's artistic conception, its vitality is passing quickly.
This strange artistic conception made Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression change drastically. This artistic conception only acted on spiritual power. If it could act on longevity energy, it would be absolutely terrifying.
The yellow-robed monk had a dull expression. He summoned his right hand, and the flying sword suddenly retreated, returned to the old man's side, and disappeared between his eyebrows. He said slowly: "My artistic conception is time!"
The old man's eyes narrowed and fell on this person. Before, he felt that the old man in yellow shirt was moving a little strangely, and then analyzed that his artistic conception must be extraordinary, but it was definitely not like anyone else's. Time flies!
The old man took a deep breath, and the dirty look on his face suddenly disappeared. At this time, he looked quite majestic. Although his thin face was a little dirty, these mundane things could not cover up the aura of this man.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had an illusion for a moment, and the old man seemed to have completely changed in an instant. At this time, if he was said to be a master of cultivation from the upper world, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not be too suspicious.
"What a true emperor's artistic conception. If you can reach the true emperor's conception in this life, then the power of this artistic conception will be unparalleled! Qingshui orders you to take it and say goodbye!" The old man took a deep breath, moved his body, and came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side.
Grabbing him, the two of them disappeared immediately. When they reappeared, they were already in a remote location in Kyoto City.
After the two appeared, the old man was panting like an ox, and his face turned pale from exhaustion, but he still showed a proud look. He sometimes glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, obviously waiting for Yuwen Zhouyuan to praise him.
At this time, the old man did not have the expert demeanor he had just now. Yuwen Zhouyuan reluctantly took off his cloak, threw it into the storage bag and said: "Senior's magical powers are amazing, I have only seen this in my life, I admire you, I admire you!"
The old man rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Is that what you say?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent and smiled bitterly. He had never said anything flattering in his life. He thought about it for a long time and really didn't know how to say it.
The old man gasped, waved his hand and said: "Come on, I'm done with understanding the artistic conception. You can go back. Remember to get to the True King stage quickly so that you can give me a portrait."
"What do you call senior?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
"Taihuang Mountain welcomes the envoy Wei Nanfeng!" the old man said to Yuwen Zhouyuan quite proudly.
"It turns out to be the messenger from the upper realm. What a pleasure to meet you!" After hearing what the other party said, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but say something in his heart.
"Hahahaha, it seems that you kid also knows that Taihuang Mountain receives messengers. Boy, do you want to fly there? I have a lot of connections there. Why don't you bribe me, and I will let you fly to Taihuang Mountain cultivation world right now.
?The Taihuang Mountain Cultivation World is the top two among the five major Cultivation Worlds!"
"Senior, thank you for your kindness. Should I follow the rules and advance to the True Lord stage before asking my senior to ascend?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Boy, do you think you can ascend after reaching the True Lord Stage? Don't forget that we just saw several True Lord Stage masters, but none of them ascended. Do you know why? Because there are no quotas! Daxiong Kingdom has no quota for ascension!"
Wei Nanfeng said proudly.
"Do you need a quota for ascension?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked in surprise.
"That's right! A cultivation country like Daxiong Kingdom has three quotas every five hundred years, while Dongzhou Divine Territory has much more, but only about a hundred. Of course, we have mobile quotas in our hands to receive envoys. Do you want to
I will allocate one to you?" Wei Nanfeng said with a smug look on his face.
"Thank you, senior. I'll talk about my ascension later when I'm still a True Lord. Breaking through to become a True Lord is a big deal right now! Farewell!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Wei Nanfeng, the messenger, and turned to leave.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked straight all the way back to Chen Yuantang, and sat cross-legged next to the stove. The surroundings were quiet. In this quiet environment, the different artistic conceptions of the previous three True Lord Stage monks flashed through his mind. Slowly, he
The whole person is immersed in it, quietly realizing it.
The desperate state of the middle-aged scribe, the comfortable state of the beautiful woman in her thirties, and the state of time of the old man in yellow, all echoed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind. Gradually, Yuwen Zhouyuan had a vague understanding. This artistic conception must be
They are naturally obtained through understanding the way of heaven according to their different lives.