After looking at his suitably suited armor, Rong Que smiled slightly, then he took out the last storage ring from his arms, sweeping his soul power and was stunned.
There is no extra thing in this storage ring, there are only three scrolls in it, and it doesn't look very high-level scrolls. It should be just a high-level qigong. However, Rong Que was a little confused. Why do some Yuan-level scrolls appear in the storage rings of the powerful spiritual masters. Ordinary spiritual masters will collect immortal-level scrolls or a few Taoist levels. Is there any difference between these three scrolls?
With a question, he opened the first scroll, looked at the beginning, frowned and murmured: "This is just a very ordinary scroll of Fengyu Qigong, and there is nothing special. How could he be placed in a storage ring so preciously?"
Shaking his head, Rong Que continued to read, and the more he became more and more surprised he became. At the end, his hands holding the scroll began to tremble slightly. He closed the scroll, widened his eyes and said to himself in disbelief: "As I expected, this scroll is really not simple, at any time, but it can allow even people at the level below the peak of the Spirit Master to fly. It's incredible."
You should know that walking in the air is the symbol of the peak of the spiritual master. When you reach that level, your body has a strong spiritual power, which is completely enough to support your body to fly in the air for a short time, and you have extraordinary advantages for combat and escape.
This wind-attribute Qigong scroll actually teaches how to guide the wind-attribute to support one's body to fly, which is a bit powerful, and this scroll is of some use for those who are at the peak of the spirit master. This is why it is positioned at the Yuan level and has not risen to the immortal level.
"This scroll is exactly what I need now. Although the flight is not as agile as the peak of the Spirit Master, the spiritual power consumed is very small, and it should be used to avoid the heavenly tribulation." As he said that, he put the scroll in the storage ring.
With the experience of the first scroll, Rong Que knew that the next two sets of scrolls would not be ordinary things, so he opened the next scroll with curiosity.
Sure enough, this scroll is even more magical. It has no attributes, which means that people with any attribute can learn it. The main function of this scroll is to convert the spiritual power in the dantian into various forms in the hands, such as swords, just like the martial god transformed the spiritual power of the ten directions into the ten directions of swords with his powerful strength.
"This is a skill that can only be used by the existence of the Spirit King's strength. It transforms spiritual power into a weapon. Although it is not as hard and sharp as the immortal weapon, it can be transformed at all times. As long as you have sufficient spiritual power, of course, I think the spiritual power used by such a qigong is also very huge." Rong Que was extremely excited. If he learned all these scrolls, he could say that as long as he had enough spiritual power, he would dare to fight the peak power of the spiritual master.
Rong Que opened the last set of scrolls with impulsive mood and then was stunned. After halfway through the look, he said to himself with some confusion: "Why is this not a Qigong scroll? It doesn't look like a mental method with any attributes, without any indication."
Continue reading with confusion. The more you read, the more you look, the more serious Rong Que's face became, as if the things recorded in this scroll were related to everyone's lives. When he saw it at the end, Rong Que could no longer suppress the shock in his heart, and almost rushed out of the mountain to verify what was said in it.
This scroll is indeed not a qigong or a heart-to-heart scroll, it seems to be just a message left by the ancients. After a long time, Rong Que calmed down and frowned and murmured in confusion: "What exactly is the "Book of Destiny" mentioned in this scroll? It has such power."
That's right, this scroll tells the story of ancient times. It seemed that there was a plane that was the uppermost realm of the entire world, where there was a channel to countless lower realm planes. The Star Fallen Continent was just one of the countless lower realm planes. The upper realm was ruled by a mysterious object called the "Book of Destiny". No one knew whether it was a book, a person, or something else.
"Will the upper realm be the upper realm mentioned by the God of Martial Arts? It is very likely, because it is said that all the lower realms are incommunicable. Unless you have the strength to wander in the void without being destroyed, you can only go to the lower realms through the upper realm." Rong Que frowned deeper and deeper, as if there was something huge secret hidden in it. A name was mentioned in this scroll, which shocked his body, and that name was.
"Rong Qian!"
The surname exactly the same as Rong Que, the God of Wu said that he had met a person with the surname Rong. Is it this Rong Qian? What kind of relationship does this Rong Qian have with him?
Of course, there are more than one character mentioned in this scroll. Another name made Rong Que's mind suddenly "buzz" loudly, and his face suddenly became solemn, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in this life, and that name was.
"Hutu!"
That's right, the name "Hu Tu" exactly the same as that of Rong Que's master, Bitao Sect's Lianxin Peak Peak. Although Rong Que couldn't believe that his master would be recorded in the ancient scroll, he still relieved his mood and silently put the scroll into the storage ring. Not to mention the authenticity of the scroll. Even if the record above is true, the most important thing now is to overcome the tribulation, and anything can be postponed. Only after he becomes stronger can he have the opportunity to verify everything recorded in the scroll.
It took a night to finally forget the scroll he saw for a while. It was not until the moon set and the sun slowly rose that Rong Que slowly opened his eyes and looked into the sky through the mountains.
Three days later, the Qigong Rongque in the two scrolls had almost been considered and had practiced it. Although the inside of the mountain was petite, Rongque was sure that he had already mastered these two types of Qigong. Yuan-level Qigong was not very difficult to learn. The main thing was proficiency. Rongque is now learning Yuan-level Qigong very quickly.
He could no longer wait. He had to try his best to stop what was about to happen on the ancient scroll, but now there is no time. If he wants to become stronger, passing the tribulation is the only way he can take.
Another day, the rising sun was rising, and the morning sun was not so dazzling. It gently fell on the plain in front of Rongque's mountain peak. Where? At this time, Jian Chi had already stood up slowly and tried to wave the long sword in his hand and stab the wooden stake in front of him.
At this moment, Rong Que's voice suddenly came, saying, "Sword Mai walked away quickly. My master was about to overcome the tribulation. Within ten miles of radius, it may turn into purgatory. At this moment, my master allowed you to take off your heavy jewelry and escape. Take your sword and walk your own way."
As he said that, a white light flashed and attacked Jian Chi, which suddenly put it on his index finger. When he looked closely, it was a storage ring. As the storage ring appeared, Rong Que's soul power also swarmed in. Before Jian Chi could react, he removed all the heavy jewelry on his body and put it into the storage ring in his hand. Then he pushed him and pushed his body a thousand meters away.
"Master!" Jian Chi was pushed away by Rong Que for no reason.
Ignoring Jian Chi's roar, Rong Que took a few deep breaths. After his eyes passed, his body instantly sucked the spiritual energy outside his body like a black hole, forcibly beginning to expand the spiritual veins, attracting thunder tribulation.
The spiritual veins in the body began to gather continuously, and the spiritual energy rushed into the spiritual vein domineeringly. As long as one spiritual vein is opened, it can be successful.
"Click!"
When the spiritual veins gathered, dark clouds began to appear on the sky. Thunder suddenly appeared in the dark clouds, as if ferocious beasts gathered, and the pressure slowly came. At this time, the sword cynic had already escaped a long distance. When he looked back at the scene, he was shocked and thought to himself: "Master is indeed worthy of being a master. It is so grand that he can survive a disaster at will." He, who has little experience in overcoming the disaster, certainly does not know the dangers, and will die if he is not careful.
"Come on, if heaven and earth dare to rebel against me, what's wrong with destroying the heaven and earth!"
With a low growl, the spiritual energy in his body boiled and instantly poured into the last spiritual vein. At this moment, Cangqiong seemed to notice Rong Que's words, and immediately roared, and a loud thunder sounded, and a lightning bolt as thick as an adult's arm slashed down instantly.
"boom!"
The mountain peak met this lightning and immediately broke out, as if it could not bear the power of the lightning. Large pieces of huge rocks fell like rain, smashed into the soil, splashing large pieces of dust. As the mountain collapsed, waves of air blew the fallen leaves and dust into the sky. The scene was like doomsday.
At this moment, in this ruin, a small figure soared into the sky, as if a disciple was afraid of fighting the sky. At his feet, he could clearly see that the wind-attributed spiritual power carried his body.
Rong Que finally walked out of the mountain. In nearly two years, only the light penetrated by the small hole almost made him sink. Fortunately, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been unable to bear it.
Seeing that the master finally appeared, the thunder above the sky seemed to be unable to bear it. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and thirteen silver thunders as thick as fingers thunders thunders fell down, and the target pointed straight into the sky, as if Rong Que, who was about to break the sky.
"Hmph! A trick of the devil!"
With a low hum, Rong Que waved his left hand, and suddenly, starting from his shoulder, pure black energy spread toward his palms. Wherever he passed, it was like a magic claw reappearing, and a strange black spike appeared. In a moment, Rong Que's entire left arm had become twisted and gloomy, with black mist on it, and his nails grew an inch long, which was almost exactly the same as the one used by the Martial God at that time.
"No matter how arrogant you are, look at me slapping you with one claw!"
As he said that, a light force appeared in Rong Queyun's body, and his speed increased again. He rushed towards the thirteen silver lightning bolts, raised his left arm and slapped it with one claw.
"boom!"
The bloodline of the Immortal Saint is indeed extraordinary. Even the thunder tribulation cannot cause any substantial damage to Rong Que's left hand. No matter what, Rong Que also possesses the spiritual power of thunder and is much more immunity to thunder and lightning than ordinary people.
He slapped it out with one claw, but what shocked Rong Que was that the thunder in the film only slightly shook, becoming much smaller, but did not dissipate, which made Rong Que a little unhappy.
The wind-attributed spiritual power under his feet was boiling, and his body flashed and appeared in front of the thunder who was about to escape, swinging out three claws in a row.
"boom!"
Finally, under Rong Que's strange bloodline of the immortal saint, the first thunder was destroyed, but this also made Rong Que surrounded by the remaining twelve thunders.
He frowned and his eyes swept over the silver thunder that rushed towards him quickly. Rong Que had no time to think about it. He immediately waved his left arm, and the blood of the immortal saint penetrated his body and turned into twelve pure black energy to face the thunder arc that rushed towards him.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
The constant loud noises were heard, and there was no time to pay attention to them. He knew that the Immortal Saint bloodline was not something from this world. Its power was extremely powerful and could not be resisted by these lightning. Therefore, he did not worry that the Immortal Saint bloodline would be defeated. Instead, he raised his head and swept his eyes to the catastrophe clouds above the sky. There was the difficulty he had to face this tribulation this time.