"No, the True Self Level Four Lightning Pattern Spirit Cloud will not take the cloud energy by itself... Something is helping this cloud to take away the cloud energy from other immortal clouds... There is something hidden in the cold lake...
." Yuwen Zhouyuan thought secretly in his heart.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual thoughts quietly sneaked into the cold lake. Immediately, a trace of severe cold power froze his spiritual thoughts! And with a startling glance, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to see a huge thing from inside the cold lake.
The shadow, a powerful suction force seemed to swallow up his spiritual thoughts...
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a trace of shock, and his spiritual thoughts quickly retreated. What kind of ferocious beast was hidden in this cold lake, which could have such a powerful spiritual force?
And that monster, could it be... a true king-level monster?!
These four electrically patterned spiritual clouds cannot be taken away...Although the treasure is precious, it must be enjoyed with a life.
Yuwen Zhouyuan withdrew his fiery gaze and said to Wulanqi: "Let's go, let's go to the third floor now..."
"Master, we can't leave now even if we want to..." Wulanqi's wry smile responded to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
But I saw the monsters that were originally hidden in the dark, their eyes glowing red, walking out one by one.
Hundreds of monsters, all of them are true masters in the early stages of cultivation. Each one looks weird, with a strong demonic aura, white skin and four legs, with snowflake-like hair on the white skin, blood eyes and one horn, and a long tail, like a cold whip.
, with an undercut.
"A snow beast?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan was slightly surprised. The shape of this monster was only recorded in the Chaos Art of Creation. It seemed to have only appeared in ancient times. He did not expect that some of it could still be seen in this underground world of lost space.
It's just that no matter how many snow beasts there are, Yuwen Zhouyuan is not afraid at all... What his Xinxing Wuhen is best at is dealing with enemies attacking in groups.
As long as there are no Zhenjun intermediate monsters among these snow beasts, no matter how many they come, it will be in vain...
In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a cold light, and he was about to launch a heart-beating and indiscriminate attack, but suddenly something happened!
But within the cold lake, a vague spiritual thought was looming, and all the snow beasts, after feeling this divine thought, their eyes disappeared with blood red, and they whined a few times, as if they were trying to please someone.
Disperse.
This divine thought has reached the intensity of the middle stage of True Lord. Wulanqi didn't feel it, but Yuwen Zhouyuan felt it a little bit.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the cold lake with solemn eyes, becoming more convinced that there was something powerful hidden in the cold lake...
Although he is curious... Yuwen Zhouyuan will not be stupid enough to investigate. Curiosity killed the cat, so curiosity is the most important thing in the world of cultivation!
What's more, Yuwen Zhouyuan entered this lost space not for adventure, but to find an opportunity to advance to the True Lord stage. He didn't want to risk his life here!
"Leave?! Master, what have you done!" Wu Lanqi murmured.
Wu Lanqi was puzzled. The snow beasts were about to attack just now, but when Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes turned cold, they all fled.
Wulanqi naturally attributed the credit for scaring away the snow beast to Yuwen Zhouyuan, and he was even more respectful to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Wulanqi, I didn't do anything... Go to the third floor. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time." Yuwen Zhouyuan said truthfully.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan told the truth, Wulanqi didn't believe it and admired Yuwen Zhouyuan from the bottom of his heart!
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the cold lake with an unobservable gaze, and with fear, he and Wu Lanqi hurried to the third level of the underground world of the Lost Space despite the falling snowflakes.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan left, a childish voice came out from the cold lake: "Why is this human being so terrifying... What spell did he want to cast just now? How can I feel that he is going to kill me in an instant?"
Kill all the 'Snow Spirit Beasts'... Humph, he had ill intentions towards Ling Yun just now... They are going to the third floor... Do you want to scare them... Hehe.
..”
After a sweet, childlike laugh, a faint blue ice light flew out from the cold lake and disappeared without a trace.
On the second level of the underground world of Lost Space, snow was flying, but the snow beast in the dark, for some unknown reason, never attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan and his two men.
Wulanqi couldn't understand all this, but he attributed all the credit to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Wu Lanqi thought to himself: "Master is not only a master of alchemy, he can also scare away snow beasts... Although he is younger than me, being my master is definitely enough."
Wulanqi's mentality has faintly changed. He became a disciple before in order to learn alchemy from Yuwen Zhouyuan, but now he is sincere and willing to practice alchemy from the beginning under Yuwen Zhouyuan. He not only practices alchemy, but also
Further cultivate the realm of mana, and re-cultivate the state of mind to be promoted to the True King.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the cold lake before, his eyes showing emotion. Wulan Qike also guessed that there must be treasures in the cold lake, which attracted Yuwen Zhouyuan's attention.
But the master still left the cold lake, which undoubtedly showed that there was an existence in the cold lake that made Yu Wen and Zhou Yuan fearful.
With the heavy treasure in front of him, he could leave without changing his expression. This was a state of mind that Wulanqi couldn't achieve.
Surrounded by more than a dozen altars, a floating cloud staircase extends downwards, leading to the dark underground.
In front of the giant pit, Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped again, closed his eyes and felt the falling snowflakes in front of him.
This time, Wulanqi also imitated Yuwen Zhouyuan, closing his eyes and feeling the falling snowflakes. He suddenly discovered that the snowflakes had a special meaning that could nourish the human heart and improve the state of mind.
Unfortunately, from Wu Lanqi's perspective, he couldn't tell what the meaning was.
But compared to other people who entered the lost space and possessed the lost key, Wu Lanqi was lucky, because besides Yuwen Zhouyuan, he was probably the first one to realize that this snowflake could improve his mood.
Nothing about the things around him entered Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind. His heart was immersed in the falling snowflakes, trying to hear that the great power that created the lost space was left on the second level of the underground world of the lost space.
perception.
Gradually, the sound of falling snowflakes disappeared, and there was no more sound of falling snow on the second level of the underground world of the lost space... At this time, through the falling snowflakes, such a picture seemed to appear in Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind.
An old man in white clothes, whose face could not be seen clearly, wearing a bamboo hat, walked slowly through the snow.
"Chaos first opened, the sky and the earth were divided, Yin and Yang were divided into five elements, and all things were born. Four seasons began to exist. In the winter of snow, snow was born in the sky and fell on the earth... Death under the spring sun of snow is not death of the body, but
It's the death of his heart... His body will turn into clouds and return to the sky. However, his heart will be shattered when it falls into the mortal world... When the snowflakes fall to the ground and reunite, it is still him? A snow,
Billions of snowflakes seem to be the same, but in fact each snowflake has its own different charm... Although the body is the same, the Tao is ultimately different. Cutting off the billions of snowflakes will transform me into a Tao enlightenment... From here on,
It’s the realm of underground snow..."
The scene ended abruptly, and Wen Zhouyuan slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of confusion and confusion in his eyes.
The old man in white clothes and bamboo hat on the first floor had a very deep and profound understanding, but it was difficult for him to impress Yu Wen Zhouyuan's original intention.
On the second floor, the old man in white clothes and bamboo hat once again realized his feelings, his words seemed to be sighing, blending the sadness of his life into the falling snowflakes.
The great power who left this lost space left his unique insights in this underground world. I am afraid that every layer of lost space in this underground world has the footprints of that great power!
It seems that the great master once realized the artistic conception of snow in this underground world!
And it is very likely that it was this realization in the snow that enabled the great master to break through the bottleneck of cultivation and achieve the great truth!
With Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind, he can easily deduce so many secrets, which is almost the same as the truth.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were full of thought, looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky, and began to understand what the great master who left this lost space said, why the billions of snowflakes in the world are different.
There is only one artistic conception of snow, but when separated, there can be countless... Because the birth of the artistic conception requires not only the way of heaven and earth, but also the integration of one's own way into that artistic conception.
Although the shapes of the snowflakes are the same, the monks have different experiences and perceptions, and the condensed artistic conception of the snow is also different!
The first level of understanding did not impress Yuwen Zhouyuan, because it did not incorporate the experience of leaving behind the lost power of space.
On the second level of perception, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt slightly, because the great power of the lost space was left behind, and his heart was filled with sorrow and resentment... If one thing moved, the other would move, so how could Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart remain motionless.
The most precious thing in the lost space is not the elixir, the cold air, or the magical effect of coldness that increases the speed of cultivation...
For Yuwen Zhouyuan, the most precious thing is the afterimage of Taoism in the falling snowflakes!
"On the third floor, the great power of the lost space was left behind. What did you realize?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he stepped down into the huge pit, opening the way to the third floor.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had a vague feeling that when he came to Lost Space this time, he would not only find the opportunity to advance to the True Lord level, but he would also have other huge gains that he could not have imagined.
"If I go back to the path of the great master who left behind the lost space...can I understand the artistic conception of snow? If I succeed in advancing to the true self..." Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were filled with fire.
The third level of the underground world of Lost Space.
After descending the ladders, Yuwen Zhouyuan jumped down to the ground, and Wulanqi followed hurriedly, his eyes full of fear and caution.
On the third floor, the snow actually stopped!
And in the darkness all around, you can see bones scattered for countless years everywhere. These bones are not human bones, but the bones of monsters! And the bones are of good quality. These bones of monsters must have been true king-level monsters during their lifetime!
This place is cold, twice as cold as the second level. The cold air makes Yu Wen and Zhou Yuan feel slightly uncomfortable, but the speed of mana moving around the sky is faster!
There are no longer so many bloody beast eyes around, but there are extremely powerful monster auras hidden in the darkness. Wulanqi cannot feel it, but Yu Wenzhou Yuan Shen's strong will can be felt!
"One, two...seven. Within ten thousand feet, there are seven True Lord monsters watching us. They are all in the early stage of True Lord. Only one is in the middle stage of True Lord. It is not a cause for concern..."
Yuwen Zhouyuan withdrew his spiritual thoughts and spoke in a very calm tone.
But when these words fell into Wu Lanqi's ears, they turned into a hint of fear.
"There are seven True Lord stage monsters within ten thousand feet! This, this... this place is so dangerous! Master, let's go back to the second floor..." Wu Zhuangqi said fearfully.
He was timid in his heart, but timidity was not wrong. With Wulanqi's strength, he could not compete with the seven-headed monster, and he would definitely die. If he was not timid and did not retreat, he would be a reckless man! This person must be stupid!