When Jiajun and the other four ascended, the power of the ascension talisman to break through the air could not drive the four people at the same time, and even the heavenly tribulation could not be triggered. In the end, they forcibly cut through the space, but came to an inexplicable unknown world.
The world here is extremely powerful. Without the light wings, Jiajun can no longer fly through the air, and the ice bat's magic power is also greatly limited. After several discussions, they decided to walk around first and observe the world slowly.
Judging from the pressure of heaven and earth, they could be sure that this should be a second-level cultivation plane at the same level as the Holy Spirit Continent, which is the immortal world mentioned by the monks in the Haitian Realm. But strangely, the holy power in this world is extremely thin, and it is difficult for even the Xuantian Hall to quickly extract holy power in the air, which made Jiajun very puzzled.
Is this the Demon Realm? No, I have seen the description of the Demon Realm, and it is not this environment at all! Or is it the same as the Demon Realm, this world is not cultivated by holy power?
All kinds of doubts made several people guess, so they could only find other monks in this world as soon as possible and find out what was going on.
"Oh! There are no cultivators in that small town!" After walking for a while, Ice Bat suddenly sighed, and it seemed that his spiritual consciousness had swept through. The pressure of heaven and earth was great, and the detection range of the spiritual consciousness in the pseudo-saint realm was greatly limited, and it could only be carried out when it was approached to a certain level.
"Let's go and have a look. After all, we just arrived here, at least we can learn the language first and communicate with mortals." With the help of the increase of light wings, Jiajun barely swept across the entire city. The people here dressed very ordinary, and they should be mortals living at the bottom of this world.
"Go! I don't have the habit of dealing with people!"
"Okay, Brother Ice Bat, you can open a temporary cave here, and Xiaoyun and Xiaohui are also here to stay. The holy power in the world is scarce, so you can only recover by yourself after casting spells, pay attention to saving mana!"
After some discussion, Jiajun went to the ancient city made of stone alone.
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In the West, near this swamp, a larger and more brilliant city stands here.
The whole city seems to be made of jade, with dense towers and ten majestic halls shining brightly under the sunlight.
Above the center of the city, another huge palace could be vaguely seen, and this palace was like a mirage, floating quietly in the sky, as if it was a reflection of the entire city.
"It's stubborn! I've talked to you many times!" Among the ten halls, leaning into the northeast, a majestic middle-aged man with crane hair was scolding a naked and sweating child in front of him. His words were also a language that was very different from the sea and heaven and the Holy Spirit Continent.
The monks in this world seem to be quite familiar with humans on the Holy Spirit Continent, but their eyes are slightly green and their ears are slightly pointed.
The child in front of him was only fourteen or five years old, not tall, but his body looked dark and strong, like a cheetah that had been born all the time.
However, at this moment, the child's pretty face was frowning and looked down at the middle-aged man with a little aggrievedness.
"You are so angry that you are so talented but go astray. Are you going to be angry as a father?!" The middle-aged man ignored the boy's begging for mercy and continued to angrily scold, "Since I was a child, nature is respectful, Yuanli is the foundation, hard practice Yuanli, and controlling nature is the king! Everything else is just an auxiliary, but you put the cart before the horse!"
"Dad! I really like it... and among the top ten elves war kings, there are also Shangxi Kings, and Shangxi Kings, who are following their own path of cultivation..."
"Are those two elves kings the talent you have seen in a thousand years?" After hearing the boy's timid defense, the man's anger increased instead of reducing. "The talent for controlling the energy is different from the talent of the tree and the stone! These two elves are limited by their talents and have to turn to the second best. How many life and death training have been experienced to get to this point today? Although the elf warriors who practice themselves have some advantages compared to warriors of the same level, the hardships during the cultivation period are beyond what you, a fledgling boy can imagine!"
After some scolding, the middle-aged man slammed the door and left the boy with a crying expression.
"Really..." When his father walked away, the boy sat down on the ground, "Cultivating Yuanli, talent control, all kinds of talents are all day long, as if he can't survive without talent!" How powerful the boy's talent is, he himself doesn't even have much idea. He only knows that since he became sensible, everyone around him talked about this "air control talent".
"I just don't rely on talent! How powerful is my physical strength! The legendary true Elf Emperor Zuntian conquers the world by relying on his own strength!" The boy's face was full of stubbornness, although he knew that the stories of Elf Emperor Zuntian only existed in the legend, "Elf Emperor Zuntian, I haven't seen such a strong man in many years..." Thinking of this, the boy's Bai Yuemeng suddenly broke out. He simply lay down on the ground and began to imagine beautifully, imagining one day, he would not rely on any Yuanli talent, and could destroy the world with his hands and feet.
But not long after he was immersed in his dream, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, showing a look of surprise, as if he felt something.
"This feeling seems like a crack was torn in the gas. Huh? It seems that something else flew out? It's so fast! There are four airflows!"
Although the boy did not pay attention to this talent for air control at all, the benefits brought to him were reflected all the time. The most prominent point is that he could easily sense the air fluctuations in a distance, natural phenomena such as hurricanes were used to and ignored them directly, but this time the feeling was unprecedented.
"The big wetland seems to be there!" The boy jumped up in a panic. Perhaps because he was forced by his father for too long in this city, any novelty could instantly attract him, "It just happened to be fine to go and have a look!"
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On the outside of the stone-built town, Jiajun was standing on a tree, watching a farce in a forest of figs.
More than a dozen mortals were angrily searching for something in the forest with wooden sticks and hoes, and roars burst out from time to time, but Jiajun still couldn't understand what they were talking about. The "humans" here may not be humans, they looked slightly different from themselves, with sharp ears and slightly green pupils.
Although he couldn't understand what these people were saying, Jiajun guessed roughly what they were doing. He looked at the other dense fig tree with a playful look. A little boy in his early teens was hiding in the branch, holding a pack of figs in his hand, tremblingly hiding against the trunk, motionless.
This child must have come here to steal figs, right? When he arrived, he saw him jumping around the tree quickly, but he was soon noticed by the owner of the orchard and was organizing a group of people to deal with him.
Jiajun suddenly had an idea and immediately had an idea.