"Well, you go back!" Yuwen Zhouyuan saw Wulanqi's fear at a glance and did not reveal it.
After Wulanqi left, with the Yuwenzhou Yuanzhou Golden Destruction Sword in hand, he followed the girl into the fourth level of the pit, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Hold me, don't lose me, or those snow wolf beasts will eat you..." Linglong made a face, and Xiaoyi grabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan. With such huge strength, Yuwen Zhouyuan could not break free at all.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan was moved and dumbfounded at the same time.
What if when you get to the fourth floor, the True Monarch monster is not frightened by the girl and still attacks you, then you will be pulled by the girl and it will be difficult to escape!
While Yuwen Zhouyuan was thinking about it for a moment, the fourth layer of the underground world of the lost space came into view.
The first thing to bear the brunt is the falling snowflakes, with a hint of loneliness and desolation.
Although the girl is small, she has infinite strength. If Yuwen Zhouyuan hadn't had an extraordinary physical body, just one grip would have been enough to seriously injure her.
After entering the fourth floor, the girl stomped her little feet, and a cloud with four electric patterns on it immediately rose from the ground. This cloud seemed familiar to Yuwen Zhouyuan, it was the same cloud he had seen in Hanhu.
"Wherever you want to go to see the snow, I will take you!" Linglong held the spirit stone in her mouth, her long eyelashes curved into crescents, and said with a sweet smile.
Nothing, there is nothing more satisfying than eating delicious spiritual fruit. Brother Yuwen Zhouyuan is such a good person. I want to take him around!
The four electric patterned spiritual clouds were instantly comparable to the True Lord, and Linglong fired a mysterious light at Yun'er. Above the clouds, a dark wind enveloped her, and her escape speed was doubled again, comparable to the mid-term escape speed of the True Lord.
Above the spiritual cloud, Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes and let the snowflakes hit his face, but instead of the black shadows of the True Lord and monsters jumping out all around, they seemed to be attracted by the flesh and blood breath of Yuwen Zhouyuan, and they were all ready to eat Yuwen Zhouyuan.
, have a hearty meal.
But every time this happened, the girl snorted and waved her pink fists, and the monsters suddenly showed their eyes and struggled and dispersed.
I don’t know what the identity of the exquisite girl is, but all the monsters and beasts here seem to obey her orders.
"Big brother, don't worry, no one can hurt you as long as I'm here!" Linglong's chest puffed up and she smiled proudly.
After hearing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled slightly and said, "Okay!"
"Brother, except grandpa, I am not afraid of anyone in this underground world of lost space! Don't worry, no one can bully you!"
The exquisite girl is chattering and trying to please Yuwen Zhouyuan. The purpose is obvious, just to please Yuwen Zhouyuan and get some benefits.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan felt helpless about the name of a girl. If outside monks knew that he was called Yu Wen Zhou Yuan by a girl, his reputation would be wiped out!
Gradually, the noise of the girl could no longer be heard in my ears, only the sound of snowflakes falling in my heart.
There was no snow on the third floor, but on the fourth floor, it was like the first and second floors, with flying snow.
However, if there are some differences, there are still some. With a glimpse of the artistic conception of snow, Yuwen Zhouyuan discovered that the first layer of snow was cold and cold, but it was as cold as spring cold; while the second layer of snow was even colder.
, but with the artistic conception of winter snow and blizzard...
As for the fourth layer of snow, it is lonely and desolate, with a hint of solemnity. This is the snow of late autumn.
The nine layers of snow in the lost space are no different at first... but after the enlightenment of the powerful person who left the lost space, each layer of snow is endowed with different degrees of snowy artistic conception, from shallow to deep, from simple to complex!
What is rare in the world is not the True King's intention, but the process of understanding the True King's intention step by step. This snowflake contains this process.
After experiencing the situation of no snow on the third level, on the fourth level, the missing space left behind must be a lonely and desolate feeling of snow.
That powerful senior must have stayed on the fourth level for a long time, probably tens of thousands of years, otherwise he would never have felt such an unparalleled sense of loneliness.
Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but be invaded by the autumn snow. Gradually, his heart merged with the snow, and he heard the sigh hidden in the sound of falling snow.
"Cultivation of the Tao, to the end, is lonely... This loneliness is like snow, which never disperses, like late autumn, confusing the state of mind... But without this lonely process, Tao cannot be cultivated. Snow is not lonely
, and my heart is lonely, then snow is also lonely. This is the artistic conception of snow..."
The girl lowered the spiritual cloud so as not to disturb Yu Wen Zhouyuan's understanding. Yu Wen Zhouyuan stood in the dancing snowflakes and remained silent for a long time.
Loneliness... This connotation seems not enough to explain the way of leaving a lost space for a powerful life, and melting into the artistic conception of snow, it is not enough!
"Let's go to the fifth floor..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said softly to Linglong.
"Okay! But I don't have enough spiritual fruit..." The girl dodges her eyes and says with a wicked smile.
"After the fifth floor, I will give you another storage bag!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Okay, don't cheat!" The exquisite girl immediately became energetic. Without the companion of the spiritual fruit, the snow would be extremely boring.
She flew through the spiritual clouds, flying with lightning speed, and along the way she encountered monsters and monsters. Whenever they felt a trace of the power of spiritual power in her body, they seemed to remember something extremely terrifying, and they crouched on the ground, daring not to move.
As soon as the cloud light entered the huge pit of the fourth city and descended to the fifth level of heaven and earth, all the autumn snow suddenly turned into a swirling blizzard.
Although it is extremely cold, the snowflakes and goose feathers are snowing heavily. This magical power is beyond common sense.
Snow is snow, even if it’s heavy snow, it’s still snow!
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he vaguely felt that the blizzard on the fifth level had begun to become extremely extraordinary. This extraordinary was given by the artistic conception of snow!
Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of the spell he had learned - the Blizzard Technique... This technique was insignificant and only a True Master-level spell, but it fit perfectly with this situation.
No matter how skilled Yuwen Zhouyuan's Blizzard Technique is, the snow will eventually condense into ice spikes... Because of the lack of the artistic conception of snow, snow will eventually no longer be snow.
Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes and realized that there were a few late-level True Lord monsters hidden everywhere around him. These monsters also understood the artistic conception of snow in the blizzard.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan entered the fifth floor, each of the monsters immediately showed their bloodthirsty gazes, but when the girl glared at them, they all gave up their murderous intentions.
They didn't dare to take Yuwen Zhouyuan's advice anymore, but they all looked down on Yuwen Zhouyuan in their hearts. The monsters above the true masters can transform into humans. These monsters are not transformed, but they have intelligence that is not inferior to humans.
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"This boy, who is only a true master, wants to understand the true king's will. It's ridiculous..." A giant elephant beast said indifferently in the language of the demon clan.
"However, he is protected by 'that person'... We'd better not get involved in his affairs!" Another rhino-horned monster said fearfully.
These monsters, placed in the Eastern Continent Divine Realm, must all be peerless ferocious beasts, but they are all afraid of girls.
And as these monsters said, Yuwen Zhouyuan's realization of the artistic conception of snow on the fifth level was extremely unsuccessful.
For the first time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was unable to hear from the snow the feeling of the great power that left the lost space.
The fifth level seems to be a fengshui ridge. The artistic conception of snow really begins to change qualitatively at this level. Compared with the insights from the fifth level, the insights from the first four levels are insignificant.
"What's wrong?" Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned, but the girl said in an urging tone: "Brother, are you ready... Why don't you give me the spiritual fruit to eat? I'm hungry!"
"Okay, okay, I understand..." Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his eyes helplessly. He was already unable to understand. Now that he was disturbed by the girl, he became even more uneasy.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a bag of medium-grade spiritual stones and handed it to Linglong.
"Here, don't disturb me, let me experience the artistic conception of snow!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Haha, this junior is quite interesting... The artistic conception of snow here is too strong, how can he realize it with his cultivation level..." A yellow bull monster sneered in the language of the monster clan.
"It's delicious..." the girl said while swallowing the fruit.
But when he saw the frowning Yuwen Zhouyuan and heard the scalper's sneer.
She glared at the snickering scalper, raised her finger lightly, and said angrily, "Come here, teach your big brother the artistic conception of snow you have realized, or I will let grandpa catch you and roast you!"
The scalper was originally gloating about the misfortune, but as soon as he heard the girl's order, he immediately felt as if he were a widower, and his face was afraid of turning into a bitter melon.
He immediately escaped and rushed to the girl, full of wishes to please her.
A spell, with the artistic conception of snow, appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Ox Spirit Beast, you did a good job, you can go play now!" Linglong said.
"Yes, yes..." The ox demon beast, which was cultivated in the late stage of the True Lord, was commanded by the girl. Instead of being dissatisfied, he showed joy.
In the underground world of Lost Space, as long as you are recognized by a girl, you don't have to worry about being eaten by her in the future.
Each monster looked at the scalper with envy. After all, the opportunity to please a girl does not come every day.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't seem to pay any attention to all this. The demonic aura of any monster beside him was enough to suffocate him, but at this moment, he couldn't see it at all.
In his eyes, only the magic blow that Huang Niu had just used with the artistic conception of snow, and the palm that Huang Niu had just struck, gradually became brighter in his eyes.
The intention of the true king is to assimilate. Mere understanding is not enough. It is also necessary to use the artistic conception to activate the assimilation spell and assimilate all enemies that enter the realm of the artistic conception.
A hint of realization gradually emerged. He did not immediately help the girl refine the elixir. Instead, he pinched the secrets twice and began to perform the Blizzard Technique over and over again.
After ten times, the snow still turned into ice.
A hundred times, the snow gradually became half ice and half snow.
After a thousand times, most of the snow was snow instead of ice.
After a thousand times, Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes, and he could finally hear the sigh of the great power who left the lost space. The sigh was also assimilated by the artistic conception of snow, and turned into pieces of snowflakes. He could not identify the snow before.
After that, with just one glance, he could tell which drops of snowflakes were enlightenment!
"What is snow? I turn into clouds and cover myself into snow!" There was only one sentence left by the mighty power in the lost space, but it was like an enlightenment, awakening the last bit of estrangement in Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his eyes. His eyes were not as easy-going as usual, and became arrogant and domineering.
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan pinched the Blizzard Technique, thousands of ice spikes suddenly appeared in the sky, half of which were ice and half of which were snow.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart was stirred by a trace of artistic conception, and in the air, there were a few snowflakes of artistic conception left behind by the lost space power. He held it in his palm and crushed it. He shouted coldly, "If I cover it, it will be
Snow!"
Yu Wenzhou's Yuan Palm flipped violently, and all the ice spikes turned into snowflakes and fell down at the same time.