World of Cultivation

Walking through the ice mist of everyone, the speed is extremely fast. The Lan people are natural residents of Binglan, and they feel at home in Binglan.

Zuo Mo saw some signs. The mist people formed a thin ice mist belt around them. This spindle-shaped ice mist belt made them feel like they were gliding in the mist of ice.

Zuo Mo's heart moved and he subconsciously began to imitate Lan Ren. He couldn't control Binglan, but he had other ways. They were all failures at the beginning, but as the number of failures increased, Zuo Mo gradually figured out some rules.

At first he used spiritual power, but soon found that it was consumed very quickly. Then he switched to spiritual consciousness, but it was still consumed too quickly. Finally, I found that using divine power has an excellent effect and consumes almost no energy. But the manipulation of divine power was obviously much more difficult than spiritual power and consciousness, so Zuo Mo could only barely maintain it.

Wei Sheng quickly noticed something strange about Zuo Mo, and after a quick glance, he understood. Wei Sheng's understanding was very good, and his sword intention was so high that it was not comparable to a half-bucket of water like Zuo Mo. He quickly mastered the trick and used his sword intention to form a spindle-shaped belt around his body, and his speed increased sharply!

Wei Sheng's performance surprised Bingyao and others.

Suddenly, Bingyao snorted coldly: "It's right in front, I caught him!"

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A warning sign suddenly occurred in Dingzhen's heart, he stopped, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted at Mingjing and the others: "Run!"

Mingjing and the other three were stunned and turned pale. However, the three of them reacted quickly and turned around on the spot and flew in three directions!

There was a rustling sound.

Suddenly three blue lights flew out of the ice mist, hitting the three people with great accuracy. Only the blue frost visible to the naked eye was spreading on their bodies, and their horrified expressions froze on their faces, turning into ice sculptures.

Bang bang bang!

The three ice sculptures fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

Dingzhen's eyes were about to burst, and his eye sockets were instantly bloodshot, but he didn't make any counterattack, but rushed towards Binglanli!

He was filled with horror, this news must be spread back to the sect! There is such a large-scale Lan tribe!

"Want to run away?" Bing Yao's face revealed the murderous secret, he snorted coldly, stretched out his finger and pointed it into the ice mist!

Hiss!

The two extremely subtle sounds were like a poisonous snake gently spitting out a message.

The two blue thin lines in the ice mist were like two blazing blue beams of light, instantly penetrating Dingzhen's body.

Bing Yao's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Dingzhen's figure slowly faded in the mist of ice until it was nothingness. What he just penetrated turned out to be an afterimage!

"Everyone retreat!" Bingyao suddenly said.

The Lan people immediately retreated like a tide, leaving only Bingyao alone in front. Zuo Mo and others also retreated to the side, but Zuo Mo kept an eye on them and quietly appeared on the flank to prevent the other party from escaping.

Dingzhen's figure emerged little by little. He stared at Bingyao closely and said slowly: "I didn't expect that I would meet an ancient descendant. Dingzhen is so lucky!"

Bingyao was indifferent and said coldly: "Why did you break into my forbidden area?"

"Forbidden land?" Dingzhen's eyelids twitched: "So that thing is in your hands!"

"That thing?" Bingyao's eyes narrowed.

"Haha." Dingzhen smiled calmly: "No more nonsense. I think the only person with similar strength to me here is you. Whether you can keep me or not depends on your ability."

Bingyao remained silent, raised his arms, spread his fingers, and ten blue beams of light hung down from his fingertips, like ten blue threads of light.

The magic weapon that determines the truth is very strange, but it is the wooden fish used in daily chanting. The wooden fish is completely black, with extremely small scriptures shaped like tadpoles written on it with red cinnabar, and the mallet is also covered with scriptures shaped like tadpoles.

The moment Dingzhen took out the wooden fish, Zuo Mo's expressions changed!

Seventh grade magic weapon!

This is definitely a seventh-grade magic weapon!

It is not surprising that a seventh-grade magic weapon appears in Dingzhen's hand. If the Nascent Soul cultivator in Xuankong Temple did not have a seventh-grade magic weapon in his hand, no one would believe it. But Zuo Mo and others are also very aware of the power of the seventh-grade magic weapon.

The cross prayer wheel in Zong Ru's hand is also a seventh-grade magic weapon.

But for the same seventh-grade magic weapon, there is a world of difference in the power it exerts in the hands of cultivators at the Golden Core stage and Nascent Soul stage. The seventh-grade magic weapon is the top magic weapon for practitioners in the golden elixir stage. In fact, due to the limitations of the realm, golden elixir practitioners can often only exert about 20% of the power of the seventh-grade magic weapon, and most of them can only reach 10%. . However, practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage can exert 100% of the power of seventh-grade magic weapons.

The strength of a cultivator involves many factors, such as spiritual power, the quality of cultivation techniques, the depth of personal understanding, magic weapons, etc. But the gap between the Nascent Soul and the Golden Core is an unbridgeable gap. No matter in which aspect, the Nascent Soul cultivators have an absolute advantage.

So when he saw that the wooden fish Dingzhen took out was a seventh-grade magic weapon, Zuo Mo suddenly had a bad feeling.

A Nascent Soul cultivator was forced into a desperate situation, and the fighting power he unleashed...

Looking at the solemn expression holding the mallet, Zuo Mo just hoped that Bingyao could bear it.

The Nascent Soul stage still makes people feel a little guilty...

Zuo Mo pretended to be calm on his face, but Wei Sheng and Zong Ru beside him were in high spirits.

Dingzhen sat cross-legged on the ground as if there was no one around, put the wooden fish in front of him, lowered his eyes, and started knocking while chanting sutras.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds of wooden fish seemed to come from ancient temples in deep valleys and mountains, vaguely present.

The surrounding light dimmed little by little, and the icy blue in the field of vision continued to be swallowed up by darkness. One after another, the figures seemed to come out of nothingness, changing from faint to solid, but they were all half-clad in cassocks, with half-shoulders exposed. They seemed to be unable to see Zuo Mo and the others. They were bent over to themselves. In front of nothing, a candle lit up.

The meditators kept bending down and lighting candles.

Dots of candles lit up one after another, and the candles swayed like stars in the sky.

In the candlelight, bursts of chanting and Sanskrit singing came out.

Zuo Mo's face was full of shock, Wei Sheng held the black sword tightly, his eyes were beating with wild excitement, and he murmured to himself: "Is this the real [World]?"

"Jie?" Zuo Mo recovered from the shock and was shocked when he heard this: "Is he a sword cultivator?"

Zuo Mo only knew that Jie was the advanced stage of Sword Intent, and the senior brother had already touched its edge.

"It's not sword cultivation." Wei Sheng's fiery eyes didn't move away at all, and said solemnly: "No matter sword cultivation, talisman cultivation, meditation, if you practice to a certain level, you will reach the same goal through different paths. This is the [realm]!"

Zong So also explained at this time: "Zen practice is also called [Great Freedom]." His words also revealed a deep yearning. His understanding was not as good as Wei Sheng's, although he had the rare power of wish. , but the realm is not high, and the threshold of [realm] has not been touched yet.

Zuo Mo didn't blush at all because of his lack of knowledge about cultivation. He touched his chin and asked, "Could it be an illusion? This thief is good at illusions. We almost fell into his trap on the way!"

"It's not an illusion." Wei Sheng shook his head, a little confused: "I don't know how to explain it. But he is very powerful, so we have to be careful."

"The thief in the Nascent Soul stage is also the Nascent Soul!" Zuo Mo agreed.

"No." Wei Sheng shook his head again: "[World] is a dividing line. Whether you understand it or not, there is a huge difference in strength. [World] has something to do with understanding and has nothing to do with cultivation. Not everyone in the Nascent Soul stage can understand [World]. !”

Zuo Mo suddenly became nervous: "Senior Brother, are you saying that this thief is a high-level thief among the Nascent Soul thiefs?"

Wei Sheng showed a dumbfounded expression: "That's what it means."

"How many moves can the three of us take from him?" Zuo Mo decided to ask a very realistic question.

"I don't know." Wei Sheng shook his head: "Maybe I can't catch a single move. But junior brother, your..." At this point, Wei Sheng looked alert, paused immediately, and said vaguely: "That weird... …I don’t really understand either.”

When Zuo Mo heard this, he immediately understood. Although Wei Sheng couldn't explain clearly, what it actually meant was that they were more likely to be unable to block a move. At that moment, he said weakly: "How about we hide behind Brother Bingyao? Looking at Brother Bingyao, he seems to be very powerful."

Bing Yao was surrounded by candlelight without any panic on his face. Ten blue light beams as thin as hair were flying in the air. They continue to grow, and the other end extends into the deep darkness with no end in sight.

Obviously, this is a more advanced duel, a duel that is beyond the strength of Zuo Mo and the others.

Dingzhen's sigh came out in the sea of ​​turbid fire: "The ancient lineage is indeed miraculous! The Brahma Realm of Lights below can't fully work, how amazing!"

Within about one foot of Bing Yao's feet, there was a light blue ice mist, emitting a faint blue light, which was extremely eye-catching in this dark sea of ​​candles.

Bing Yao's expression was cold, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "If I were not in Bing Lan, I may not be your opponent."

His expression suddenly turned serious, and his eyes shone with blue light: "But now, let's die!"

He stretched out his hands, and ten blue light filaments suddenly lit up and flew all over the sky!

Countless blue light strands swept through the sea of ​​candlelight, passing over those who were meditating with candles!

Wherever it passed, the extremely cold frost spread like poison at an alarming speed.

The candle flames swept by the blue light thread did not go out, they were stagnant as if solidified, and the ensuing white frost quickly spread to the surface of the frozen flame. As the hoarfrost continues to thicken, thick and clear ice crystals form, sealing the candlelight tightly.

The crystal clear ice crystals present regular prisms, and in its center is a solidified candle. The light of the candle refracts between the ice crystal prisms, making it bright and strange.

Ice crystals sealed with candle flames were suspended in the sky, like stars.

Dingzhen's eyebrows moved, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.

The red tadpole scriptures on the wooden fish and gavel seemed to come to life and swim away slowly.

Suddenly, a golden scripture flew out from the wooden fish's mouth, and then, golden scriptures flew out of the wooden fish one after another.

In the blink of an eye, golden scripture characters were flying everywhere in the sky!

A scripture character floated in front of Zong Ru. Zong Ru closed his eyes and his body shook violently, with a look of horror on his face! My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter