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Chapter 7 There is an old way here

After first telling Su Jing not to move, Lu Yajiu took out an antique twistless copper lamp from his sleeve and placed it in front of him. He then straightened his waist and started to inhale... one breath, enough

He sucked it for more than half an hour. At first, Su Jing didn't feel anything bad, but soon after, he felt like the world was shaking, as if the whole world was about to be sucked clean by Lu Yajiu!

Su Jing didn't know that when Lu Yajiu started sucking, the masonry, rubble, vegetation, people, etc. in the fantasy city all withered and withered invisibly to the naked eye, and turned back into strands of true essence, and was taken over by the master.

Take back into the body;

Su Jing couldn't even see it. When the fantasy city disappeared like a bubble, the desert around it began to slowly change. Originally, although the sand grains were small, they were still tangible things, but now they gradually weathered, atomized, and gradually turned into

A curl of yellow smoke. A grain of sand was like this, and a whole desert was like this. When Lu Ya took nine long breaths, the vast desert also turned into a sky full of yellow mist.

All the essence of heaven and earth stored within a radius of hundreds of miles was seized by Lu Heipao. If Lu Yajiu hadn't deliberately protected him, Su Jing, Liuliang and the big black eagle would have disappeared.

If you think about it from another angle, Lu Yajiu could kill Liuliang as long as he took a breath. What kind of cultivation is this?

After taking a full breath, Lu Yajiu half-closed his eyes, spoke steadily, and recited the mantra loudly.

Su Jing couldn't understand what he was reciting, but he could see that with every word of Lu Yajiu's curse, not only would the sound not dissipate, but it would condense into the essence and turn into a talisman with flashing green light.

, like a butterfly, floating up and down in the air, extremely agile.

The Thousand-Character Curse flew out from Lu Ya's nine mouths with thousands of blue-light talisman seals flying in all directions in the stone house.

After singing the curse, Lu Yajiu suddenly opened his hands, intertwined his fingers and made a strange hand gesture, pointed at the ancient lamp, and shouted like thunder: "Hey!" As he drank, the stone house was filled with water.

The thousand-character curse suddenly gathered together, and for a while the blue light burst out in the stone house. The talismans were connected in series to form an ancient curse, and they began to swirl around the ancient lamp.

The lamp has no twists and cannot be burned. Only the incantation can produce light. After a moment, a huge beam of light leaps out from the lamp.

Black light.

The incantation became more and more urgent, and the light on the lamp gradually grew stronger and stronger, like a bean, like a fist, like a plate, like a mill... until it filled up the stone house and enveloped Su Jing and Lu Yajiu.

When the black light came on, Su Jing also realized again, where was the light? The black came from: leakage!

What grew out of the lamp was a hole that tore apart the universe.

The black cave swallowed everything in the stone house.

Even though he was frightened in every possible way, Su Jing still spoke in time and asked the ancestor: "Where are we going?"



It was neither painful nor itchy, but there was a moment of trance in front of his eyes. Soon after, when his vision became clear again, Su Jing was already in another place: the sky was stained with blood and shockingly red. Su Jing was sure that the true color of the sky was red, not clouds of clouds.

Because he can see the sun, moon, and stars.

From this, Su Jing roughly understood that he was probably leaving Middle-earth now. Nowhere in Middle-earth would there be a black sun.

The sun, moon, and stars coexist in the sky. No matter which celestial body there is, they are all dark in color.

The ground, on the other hand, stretched from the feet to the distance, showing a miserable paleness.

The blood-red zenith, the black sun and moon, and the pale earth.

With a ding-dong sound, the green lantern fell beside him.

Su Jing calmed down and asked Lu Yajiu beside him: "Senior, where is this?"

Using the spiritual lantern to escape from the black cave consumes a lot of real energy. Even if it is as advanced as Lu Yajiu, his face is pale at this moment. He reaches out to put away the green lantern: "I don't know what the name of the realm of transformation is, so let's call it

It must be in the green lantern realm."

The world within the world, transforming into the outer world.

Although this square of heaven and earth opened by the twistless copper lamp is still within the great universe, it is a different world with its own radius and has no connection with the outside world.

"I got this copper lamp by accident. I've been here twice before to explore, and I haven't been able to figure out many of the details." In one sentence, Lu Yajiu answered a series of questions that Su Jing was about to blurt out.

They were all blocked back.

At this time, Su Jing suddenly heard a strange "snoring" sound coming from behind him. When he looked back, there was someone a few feet behind him.

A thin, dry, unkempt old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a medium-sized porcelain basin in his hand, and was eating noodles.

Old Taoist Jian Chen didn't even look at Su Jing or Lu Yajiu. He focused all his energy on his bowl of noodles and was sweating profusely from eating.

Lu Yajiu's expression was quite relaxed: "He was also eating noodles when I came here before. He was indifferent to outsiders, so he shouldn't bother us. This person is unpredictable and you must not provoke him. Everyone is safe.

, so the best.”

Su Jing nodded and agreed, but he always had a good mind and vision, and he quickly saw the problem:

Although the Taoist was thin, his mouth opened and closed very wide when eating noodles. Normally, with the way he ate, he would have swallowed all the noodles in the bowl in just a few mouthfuls. But the bowl of noodles was always full.

, no matter how fast he eats, there is always a lot of food left.

Su Jing whispered: "Why can't you finish the noodles?"

Lu Yajiu responded calmly: "That's a cornucopia. Taoist priests use it to hold noodles and eat it. They won't be able to eat it all in ten thousand years."

Under the red sky and on the white soil, a dirty old Taoist holds a cornucopia and eats noodles. I don't know how long he has been eating, and I don't know how long he will continue to eat.

An ordinary young man suddenly came into contact with the bizarre world of cultivation. His eyes and heart were full of curiosity. Lu Yajiu was obviously impatient and said: "Come with me." After saying that, he escaped with green light again and flew out with Su Jing.

After more than ten miles, I was far away from the Taoist priest who was eating noodles before I landed again. The old man and the young man sat down opposite each other.

The territory of Qingdeng is flat, with almost no undulations in the terrain. There is only a towering mountain in the far distance. It is so lonely that it seems a little stubborn. There is a mist between the sky and the earth, and Su Jing can only barely make out the outline of the mountain.

Without any foreshadowing, Lu Yajiu said directly to Su Jing: "Cultivation practice, from bottom to top, is divided into twelve realms."

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was a rare opportunity for a senior expert to give a lecture. Su Jing's spirit was shaken, and he immediately sat up straight and listened carefully. Who does not admire immortality and who does not hope for freedom, Su Jing is no exception.

Seeing Su Jing's serious and solemn face with a hint of longing, Lu Yajiu smiled slightly: "It doesn't have to be so formal, it's just some superficial things. Although it is related to practice, it is not helpful for practice. You can just listen to it.

Now that I have finished talking about the realms, it is easy to talk about my matter. Among these twelve realms, the first level, which is the lowest level, is called 'Tongtian'."

As soon as the word "Tongtian" came out, Su Jing started to blink. The most superficial level is "Tongtian"? Is this the "Tongtian"? What else is there to practice next?

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