Burning blood to extract the power of creation is just a stupid way, but the real way to extract the power of creation is to open up a space similar to a container in the body. Once this space is formed, if the secret word Zhou Tian is run, the power of creation will be
It will continuously converge into space and form an autonomous cycle.
The operation method is not complicated. It only took Zhou Wu two hours to complete the creation of Zhoutian. At the same time, he opened the Dantian. In the words of the creation immortal, this Dantian is called the "Feathering Field".
In the world of practitioners, the word "yuhua" means ascension.
Once the Ascension Field is formed, as you extract more and more blood, a creation soul will eventually be formed in the Ascension Field.
After the Yuan Shen undergoes accumulated practice over time, he will become the Yuanying and create the Yuanying.
Finally, after the Nascent Soul reaches a certain level, it breaks out of the cocoon like a cocoon, transforms into a butterfly, and soars.
The current body of creation is nothing more than an existence that provides nourishment to the soul of creation.
And once you ascend as a feathered infant, you will be an innate creature, a true son of destiny.
The Immortal of Creation wanted to make Zhou Wu a unique son of destiny in the world.
"Do you want to give up your current body?"
A few hours later, Zhou Wu looked at the Creation Immortal with curiosity.
"Yes, but not now."
The Creation Immortal smiled and said: "Any practitioner who wants to ascend is a kind of feather, and he has to give up his mortal body."
"And you are just more special than others."
Zhou Wu thought for a while and said: "Are there many people in this world who have the body of creation?"
"There are some, not many."
The Creation Immortal said: "However, not everyone is like you. You have both ancient bloodline and Creation bloodline. You are the unique one."
"Do I have ancient blood?"
Zhou Wu blinked, he really didn't know this.
The Creation Immortal smiled and said: "You are a native of the ancestral land and the place of origin. You are a descendant of that land, so you are naturally a continuation of the ancient bloodline."
"Okay, let's not talk about this."
The Creation Immortal waved his hand and said: "You have just opened the Yuhua Field and have not yet formed the Creation Soul, so it is not enough to deal with the scattered immortals outside."
Zhou Wu nodded and continued listening.
The Creation Immortal continued: "The formation of the Creation Soul requires a certain amount of time and accumulation, and it cannot be formed in a short time."
"What should we do?" Zhou Wu couldn't help but ask.
"Listen to me."
The Immortal of Creation waved his hand and said: "I have a grafting technique here. You only need to move your current Nascent Soul to the Feathering Field to cultivate it for three hours, and your Nascent Soul will quickly absorb the gathered power of creation."
"At that time, if you take out the Immortal Whip of Creation, you will be able to exert 30% to 40% of the power of the Immortal Whip of Creation."
"At that time, it will be enough to kill any loose immortal."
"But this also has disadvantages for you, that is, your Nascent Soul will be destroyed, because it is not the Nascent Soul achieved by the soul of creation, so after it withstands the power of creation, it will gradually dry up, cut off its vitality, and then dissipate.
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"So you only have one chance, and the time will remain within three hours."
"The vitality of Yuanying is cut off?"
Zhou Wu's expression changed. Then wouldn't he no longer have a Nascent Soul, and he would no longer be in the Nascent Soul Fairyland?
The Creation Immortal knew what Zhou Wu was thinking, so he muttered: "If you don't destroy it, you can't establish it. Just start everything from scratch. Although your Nascent Soul was born in Zi Mansion, it is stronger than ordinary mortal practitioners, but even if it develops to the top in the future,
They are just the same as immortals."
"And Yu Huatian has formed the Yuan Shen, and if the Yuan Shen is transformed into the Yuanying of Creation, it will surpass everything."
"Of course, everything is up to you. You don't have to choose to do this. I have another way for you to kill people outside easily."
"That's right, that won't help your future progress, so you make your own choice."
"I listen to the teacher."
Zhou Wu nodded, there was no need for the Creation Immortal to harm him. It could be said that if the Creation Immortal wanted to kill him, just a little finger would do it, so there was no need to go to such trouble.
"Okay, when you break it, you will be a man. I admire you for this. Next, you have to transfer the current Nascent Soul to the Emerald Field."
"Also, after this battle, your level will drop rapidly, but you have at least opened thirty-six orifices and lit up thirty-six star maps, so you can still protect yourself."
"I see……"
Zhou Wu nodded heavily.
"Well, I will talk to you next about your future path of cultivation..."
The Creation Immortal seemed to know that time was running out, because the seven days were coming soon, so he said everything he could think of and what Zhou Wu could learn.
Regardless of whether Zhou Wu could understand it or not, he quickly let Zhou Wu absorb all kinds of knowledge.
Zhou Wu didn't know why the Creation Immortal was in such a hurry, he didn't understand why he only had seven days, and he didn't understand why he couldn't claim to be his disciple in the future.
However, he could also see that the immortal world might be very dangerous, or that the immortals of good fortune might not be able to control themselves.
One of them talked and the other listened, and in a blink of an eye, seven days had arrived.
At this time, Zhou Wu had silently transferred the Yuan Ying of Zi Mansion to the Emerald Field.
After being transferred to Yuhua Tianzhong, his realm did not change. The only thing that changed was that Nascent Soul began to absorb the power of creation and became super-expanded.
If it was the size of a palm before, then the Yuanying now is as big as a bathtub.
However, his current Nascent Soul cannot withstand the power of creation, so it can only last for three hours. After three hours, the Nascent Soul will be exhausted and life will be cut off.
"The time is up, it flies so fast."
At this time, the Creation Immortal gently touched the back of Zhou Wu's head, and then said with a smile: "I hope your future journey will be smoother and smoother."
Zhou Wu knelt down and kowtowed three times to the Creation Immortal.
"Is there anything else you want to say to my master?" asked the Immortal of Creation.
"Master, why don't you let me say that I am your disciple?" Zhou Wu's last question.
The Creation Immortal shook his head and said, "You will understand it when you get to the immortal world."
"Okay, I'm leaving now."
After the Creation Immortal finished speaking, he turned his head to the door and looked ahead.
When Zhou Wu followed his gaze, all he saw was the door and nothing else.
At the same time, outside the Immortal Palace, Hei Wuxue had returned, but he did not carry the head of the Long Live Demon.
At the same time, as soon as he came back, he offered up a nine-melody soul-suppressing flag, and a skeleton holding a big sword emerged from the flag.
"Everyone, let's see if I break the barrier of this immortal palace, hahaha!"
When Hei Wuxue laughed, the skeleton soldier struck the barrier with a big sword as soon as the seal hit him!
With this sword strike, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the sky wept with blood.
With this sword, the whole world is filled with blood.
At the same time, the moment the knife fell, the barrier was broken!
"Bang~ clatter~"
The barrier made a crisp sound and then turned into nothingness!
However, just as everyone was cheering excitedly, the fairy palace in front of them suddenly disappeared.
Like a flower in a mirror, like a mirage in the water, the moment the barrier was shattered, the entire fairy palace disappeared without a trace in the excitement.
However, although the fairy palace disappeared, a human figure appeared.
It was Zhou Wu, standing blankly on the top of the empty mountain.
One second ago, there was clearly a fairy palace here, a master, and an old slave.
But in the next second, only himself, Immortal Palace, Master, and Old Slave all disappeared inexplicably.
Like a dream.
But it is such a real dream!
At this time, everyone outside shouted: "Where is the Immortal Palace? Why is the Immortal Palace missing?"
"That Xiaoxiu is indeed here."
"what is going on?"
"Boy, what the hell did you do!"
Suddenly, the Scattered Demon Yellow-haired Monster took action. He took one step forward, transformed into a big hand, and grabbed Zhou Wu head-on!
