Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes swept across the fine snow and rain on the ninth floor of the underground world of the lost space, and he immediately closed his eyes.
The fine snow and rain here have no characteristics, and are no different from the ordinary sleet and snow in the world. However, Yuwen Zhouyuan has a lot of understanding of the artistic conception of snow. He can see that this is the ninth layer of the lost space.
, there should be no snow, there should be only rain.
This sleet and snow are the result of changes in artistic conception.
It has nothing to do with mana or spells. It is just the artistic conception that summons snow from the sky and the earth, so it is mixed with snow in this world that is originally rain.
If you cultivate your artistic conception to the extreme, you can change the laws of heaven and earth. The Chaos Art of Creation records that if you cultivate your artistic conception to the extreme, you will have a clear understanding of the laws and be unique.
At that time, the artistic conception reaches the extreme state, and the day and night can change by opening and closing the eyes, and the seasons can rotate with every exhalation and inhalation.
It can turn stone into gold, turn decay into magic, change autumn into spring, all of which are closely related to artistic conception.
Of course, even if ordinary True Lord monks initially understand the true Lord's meaning and integrate their own Tao, they may not be able to change the laws of heaven and earth.
Changing the law requires unfathomable magical power, leaving behind the lost space. When the powerful person comprehends the artistic conception of snow, his cultivation level is extremely advanced. He is already a master of the True Immortal ilk, so he can leave traces of enlightenment in every word and deed, like the dancing snowflakes.
spread among.
The ninth floor of the lost space was originally rain. But back then, an old man in a white hat inspired the artistic conception of snow with just one word, and the rain on the ninth floor of the lost space was accompanied by snow.
"I tell you to snow, so you have to do it. Even if it should rain, you have to mix snow with the rain. This is an order." This sentence dried up all the heroic spirit and turned it into a plain tone, but the domineering tone remained unchanged.
, because these words are what the great power of leaving the lost space said to the sky.
From the first to the ninth floor, Yuwen Zhouyuan has completely relived the journey of enlightenment that left behind the power of the lost space.
Yuwen Zhouyuan felt deeply in his heart, and this feeling will further promote Yuwen Zhouyuan to integrate his own artistic conception of snow.
There are no identical snowflakes in heaven and earth, and no identical artistic conception. If this step is completed, Yuwen Zhouyuan can completely condense the artistic conception at the peak of the true master.
Although it is not of use for the time being, just condensing the artistic conception can make countless old monsters in the early stage of True Lord envious.
Not every old monster can condense the true monarch's intention. Many old monsters who are in the early stage of the true monarch have not condensed their artistic conception throughout their lives, so their cultivation is stagnant at the early stage and never progresses.
The state of mind slowly sublimates in the process of enlightenment.
Yuwen Zhouyuan seems to be ushering in its third transformation in the lost space.
The first transformation was the transformation of one's identity from the mortal to the spiritual, starting from the Tai Chi Bell's physical change on Mount Taihuang.
The second transformation was when he fled to Dongluo River. From that escape, he really became stronger bit by bit.
And this transformation, I am afraid, is the transformation of the state of mind.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's strength is far superior to that of monks of the same level. Even the monks in the middle stage of the True Lord can be killed. The monks in the late stage of the True Lord can also kill him if they use all their strength. Their combat power is not weaker than that of the peak True Lord monks.
Not even a cent.
But Yuwen Zhouyuan’s heart, because of the short time of cultivating the Taoism, no matter how much experience you have compared with monks of the same level, you will inevitably be immature.
This immaturity is reflected in the years and experiences of life. Yu Wenzhouyuan's way of doing things can imitate the strong and powerful, but many things will never be understood as a bystander without personal experience.
Just like many years ago, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his head and yearned for the high-level monks flying in the sky, thinking that they were all carefree.
Now it seems that the life of a monk is no different from that of ordinary people. It is still an alternation of joys and sorrows, and we still need to work hard step by step to find a future!
Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes slightly, carefully comprehending these emotions, but the unconscious little girl Linglong in his arms suddenly said "Ying Ning", a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain appeared between his pale eyebrows.
"She's poisoned! Go to a land of fire quickly and prepare these ten thousand-year-old elixirs as soon as possible. Wherever I want to cure her poison!" Yuwen Zhouyuan looked solemn, and he patted the storage bag.
, took out a jade slip and handed it to Meng Wuchen in the name of some elixirs imprinted with divine thoughts.
"You must cure her! I beg you!" Meng Wuchen said solemnly.
"Well, don't worry, senior!" Yu Wen Zhouyuan said equally solemnly.
This was a promise, and of course a responsibility, which made Meng Wuchen's hopeless heart finally settle down.
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On the ninth floor of the Lost Space, a place of absolute abyss, there is a volcano. Yuwen Zhouyuan carries more than ten kinds of elixirs that last ten thousand years, and holds the unconscious little Loli in his arms. A ray of light stays on the crater of the volcano,
Looking at the faintly hot magma deep in the volcano, my scalp felt numb.
After a slight hesitation, the Yin-Yang elixir fire of Yuwen Universe spread out and turned into a flame shield, wrapping around the whole body and jumping into the crater.
The flames and fire power here may have reached the level of the first-grade earth fire. If Yuwen Zhouyuan had not had the Chaos True Fire and had refined it, he would never have dared to enter this place without permission!
The reason why I came here is just to suppress the imperial poison in Linglong's body. The imperial poison comes from the poison formed by the true emperor-level master who has practiced the art of extreme poison when he is sitting in the body.
Linglong is a good thing to improve your cultivation!
But unfortunately, with the help of the Dream Consummation Tree Spirit time and time again, the exquisite little girl's imperial poison was suppressed time and time again by the ten thousand year elixir, and when the power of the medicine was taken away, it became even more powerful.
With the Linglong True Lord's magic power, it is absolutely impossible to refine this emperor's poison, but if there is help from Yu Wen Yuan, the result is still unknown.
In order to suppress the extremely cold Imperial Poison, one must come to this lava land and use the fire to warm up the immortal veins of the exquisite little body.
Of course, Yuwen Zhouyuan's Chaos True Fire can also be used to warm and nourish it, but he was afraid that Meng Wuchen would spy on his Chaos True Fire, so he made this request, because this is underground, a place with volcanic magma that is very difficult for life.
Meng Wuchen here is nothing at all, he must know it!
Within the volcano, dark blue magma was churning with bubbles and emitting heat. This heat was a bit unbearable for Yuwen Zhouyuan, but when it blew on Linglong, it turned into a sense of comfort and warmth.
"Warm... warmed up!" Linglong, who was confused, opened her big eyes and showed a sweet smile to Yuwen Zhouyuan. She realized that Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted to cure her poison, and he wanted to give her spiritual power.
She is full of affection for Shi Chi's eldest brother.
"Is it just warm?" Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a look of thought. The heat in this place was so hot that even he couldn't bear it, but to Linglong, it was just warm.
"The soul power of the spirit stone, the body of the demon lord!" Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a clear look, vaguely understanding Linglong's physique.
Linglong is indeed the demon lord without a doubt, and he is also a demon lord who transformed into a human being using spiritual stones.
It's just that the place where this demon lord was born is the ninth layer of the underground world of Lost Space.
Linglong at this moment can be a very high-quality spiritual stone. According to Meng Wuchen, the time for Linglong to completely transform will be within these thousands of years.
The demon lord is the body of a spiritual stone, which is something that comes from rocks. It is originally in the ground and can be cultivated into a spirit. Its grade must not be low. High-grade spiritual stones must be calcined with heavy fire...
.Little Linglong is naturally not afraid of flames. She was born in flames.
The only thing that worries Yuwen Zhouyuan is one question... Was the birth of Xiao Linglong a will from God? Or was it man-made?
If it is God's will, then that's it. If it is man-made, then the body of the demon lord and the body of the spirit stone will one day be promoted to the true king. Xiao Linglong's cultivation level will increase, and the grade of his spirit stone will also increase accordingly, and even his grade will reach the level of
The heart of a true immortal is moved!
If Linglong was created artificially by some true immortal, then this true immortal might one day come back and take away the spiritual stone Linglong!
That true immortal is just Yuwen Zhouyuan's guess, and he doesn't know whether it exists.
But the only thing Yu Wen Zhouyuan is sure of is that if this person really exists, he is definitely not a powerful person who left a lost space. From the powerful person who left a lost space to enlightenment, we can see the character of this person.
This person is decisive in killing, goes his own way, and is arrogant and domineering. He will never spend countless years on a spiritual stone demon master.
With a powerful character who leaves behind lost space, if you want any spiritual stone, you should go directly to the person who owns the spiritual stone to grab it!
His thoughts were changing, but in the end Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head. Everything was just speculation, and the truth was elusive. For the current plan, Linglong’s first priority was to cure the poison.
Facing the unconscious Linglong, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked calm, gently untied the hem of her colorful skirt, and took off her clothes one by one.
Immediately, a petite body of a seven or eight-year-old girl was revealed. Her body was almost the same as that of a boy. If this could arouse the evil thoughts of Yu Wen Yuan, it would be really outrageous!
Yuwen Zhouyuan was focused on nothing else. He took out a jade bowl and placed the ten thousand-year-old elixir in the bowl and ground it into a medicinal solution. After grinding the medicinal solution, the power of the medicinal solution was less than one-tenth of that of alchemy. It was a waste of skill.
But the matter was urgent, and Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't have time, so he refined the fifth-level elixir to save his life. Although the medicine was poor, the quantity was sufficient.
Dip some viscous green and white liquid between your fingers, outline mysterious patterns, and apply it on the delicate and tender body.
The unconscious little girl felt that Yuwen Zhouyuan's fingers were actually touching her. Pictures of dual cultivation that did not belong to her memory popped up in her mind, making her face panic.
"This, what is this...Why don't these sisters wear clothes..."
That inexplicable memory came from nowhere, leaving the little girl a little at a loss.
And gradually, Linglong felt that it was extremely inappropriate for her body to be touched like this by Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Brother, don't touch this place... No way... I will give birth to a lot of babies!" Linglong was drowsy, her face was crimson, and she was crying.
"You are a little girl, who taught you these messy things? Could it be Meng Wuchen?!" Yuwen Zhouyuan thought to himself.
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned. There was no relationship between men and women at all with a seven or eight-year-old girl. What made him dissatisfied was that Meng Wuchen, who looked serious, actually taught Linglong some nonsense because he was old and disrespectful.
of men and women?
Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for a little girl to blush just by touching her body.