I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

The further you go inside, the more terrifying the aura concentration in the air.

In less than a moment, the clothes on Gong Ziliang's body were already wet by the spirit dew in the spirit mist.

Be in it.

The pores of Gong Ziliang's body were opening uncontrollably, greedily absorbing the rain of aura.

It's just that those auras flowed out of the pores in Gongziliang's meridians after they had finished running around the sky.

For this situation, Gong Ziliang had no choice but to ignore it and continue to walk deep into the stone chamber.

moment.

Two moments.

Three quarters.

After walking for almost an hour, Gong Ziliang still didn't reach the end of the stone room.

Around him, the spiritual energy has turned into a spiritual wave, washing his whole body.

Although he couldn't improve his realm, he was constantly nourishing his physical body.

After a brief stop, Gongzi Liang was about to move on.

"cough!"

A coughing sound suddenly rang in his ears.

In an instant, Gong Ziliang summoned the Devil Slaying Spear, and stabbed in the direction where the sound sounded.

"Woo woo woo..."

The tip of the spear contained the power to pierce everything, causing a howl in the air.

However, before the magic sword was exhausted, Gong Ziliang knew that the spear had missed.

Sure enough, the tip of the spear revealed a cold light, and the spiritual wave was split to an unknown distance.

But under the light of the spirit crystal chalcedony under his feet, Gong Ziliang didn't even see half a ghost.

It made him even start to wonder if the cough just now was his auditory hallucination.

"Huh?"

Just as Gong Ziliang fell into self-doubt, a voice rang out of nowhere in his ears again, making his hairs stand out instantly.

A gust of cold air rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky, trying to break his scalp away.

If it was the cough just now, it was his auditory hallucination.

But the latter voice, with obvious doubts, Gong Ziliang will never hear it wrong!

"Haunted?!"

A thought, which came into his mind just now, was quickly crushed by him.

This stone room is a secret realm opened up by the power of the peak of Nirvana.

Those ghostly creatures that don't even have a body can't bear the power inside.

Immediately.

Young Master Liang's eyes flickered, and he thought of another possibility. He immediately held the barrel of the gun, clasped his fists and shouted, "Senior, are you the master of this place?"

The power of Nirvana is already the limit that this world can accommodate.

Under the law of heaven, horizontal pushing is invincible.

Shatter the void as much as possible and ascend to the upper realm.

If you retreat, you can live a second life.

This kind of existence, even if it can't really compete with the world, but it has no difficulty in living the length of an ancient history.

Of course, after reaching this level of cultivation, every move will move the way of heaven and cause unknowable consequences.

Coupled with the consumption of daily practice in Nirvana, it is too terrifying.

Therefore, once cultivators enter this realm, most of them will choose to sleep in the opened secret realm.

For thousands of years, everything is commonplace.

And according to Xing Feng, the owner of this stone room has reached the pinnacle of Nirvana.

If it happened to be in a deep sleep before, and Xing Feng hadn't discovered it, it's not impossible.

Thinking of this, Gong Ziliang became more and more restless.

Especially after a long time after his shout spread, there was still no response.

The dead silence around him made him gradually lose his composure.

"The junior and his friends accidentally strayed into this secret realm and disturbed the senior's dormancy, so let's leave!"

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

After Gong Ziliang finished speaking, to run the aura, he had to smear the soles of his feet with oil.

However, he has one foot and hasn't stepped out yet.

The spiritual tide in all directions seemed to be stirred suddenly, turning into a long river of spiritual energy to block his way.

"Hey, you woke up the old man, do you want to go now?"

Immediately, an old voice rang directly beside his ears.

"Fuck! There are really old antiques!"

Gong Ziliang was a little dumbfounded.

The Nirvana Realm is powerful, that is not some rotten street cabbage.

Counting the ancient history of the five dynasties, I am afraid that there are not many statues to be found.

But in a small Monet dynasty, he unexpectedly met one.

What's more troublesome, he ran into the secret place where he was sleeping and woke him up.

For a while, Young Master Liangyi didn't know whether he was lucky or not.

"Old man, I'm not an antique, at least I'm younger than the owner of the Demon Slayer Spear in your hand."

Hearing the voice in his ears, Gong Ziliang's heart tightened first.

It is understood that the other party should have a means such as his mind, which can see through his inner thoughts.

The next moment, when he heard the other party mention the Devil's God-Slaying Spear, he thought that the ancestor of the Devil's Dao had been active for thousands of years, and he was a little horrified at the moment.

This is an old... senior who has lived for thousands of years!

Gong Ziliang reined in the cliff in time in his heart, then rolled his eyes, and said: "Senior, don't misunderstand, this junior also got this magic sword from someone else."

"The ancestor of the demonic way has nothing to do with the younger generation."

The life of the Patriarch of Demon Dao, Gong Ziliang had already learned something from the memory picture given by Qi Ling when he was fighting against the Heavenly Dao.

But he understands that it doesn't mean that others will know, otherwise he wouldn't have passed down the title of "Old Patriarch of Demon Dao".

Therefore, to be on the safe side, Gong Ziliang still chose to put aside the relationship first.

"Clatter..."

While Gong Ziliang was speaking, the river of aura in front of him suddenly churned.

In the blink of an eye, the torrential river water transformed by the spiritual tide condensed into a five-short figure, no more than three feet tall.

The figure is dressed as a Taoist, with the hair tied behind the head, and on the white-haired and childlike face, the thing that caught Gong Ziliang's attention the most was the high protruding forehead.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was too short, he would have a bit of a fairy-tale air.

"Okay, boy, if you can hide it from others, can you still hide it from the eyes of my ancestor Liuyun?"

"This Devil Dao God Slashing Spear has already recognized you as the master, and you still say that it has nothing to do with the Devil Dao Patriarch?"

The Taoist who claimed to be the "Old Ancestor of Liuyun" had narrow eyes flickering, and easily exposed Gong Ziliang's lie.

After a quick search in his mind, Gong Ziliang didn't remember that he had ever heard of the name "Liuyun Patriarch".

But this is not surprising, after all, the distance between Qingzhou where he was before and Wuzhou is hundreds of millions of miles away.

Moreover, this ancestor Liuyun was a figure thousands of years ago, he had never heard of it, it was normal.

"Senior's eyes are as sharp as a torch, and you can't hide anything from you. This junior admires you very much!"

As for the lie being exposed, Gong Ziliang directly admitted it.

The magnanimous posture made Patriarch Liuyun look sideways slightly.

Then he looked at the Demon Slayer Spear in Gong Ziliang's hand, in those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. Suddenly there was a touch of sadness.

Looking at this scene, Gong Ziliang couldn't help but said: "Could it be that senior and the ancestor of the Demon Dao are old acquaintances?"

Hearing this, Patriarch Liuyun shook his head, looked away from the magic spear, shook his head and said: "Old man, when I set foot on the road of cultivation, Patriarch Liuyun had already fallen for almost a hundred years."