Chapter 1015 I Practice Sword
Before he knew it, a month had passed, and Zhu Minglang felt that there were inexhaustible resources in this fairy city...
If it wasn't for the lack of money, Zhu Minglang could continue to play here for a few more months!
Zhu Minglang also cleared out the soul orb inventory and valuables on his body within this month, and replaced them with the just-needed spiritual resources of the dragon pets.
"Lei Gong Zilong, Jin will succeed!"
"Cangluan and Qinghuanglong, the general will succeed!
"Elf Yinglong, Jin... Hey, why did you skip a level??"
Zhu Minglang picked up Yinglong, the elf, and placed him on a cabinet at the same height as his own, his eyes were scrutinizing.
"Boom~~~~"
The elf Yinglong was a little embarrassed by Zhu Minglang's stare, and stretched out two chubby fingers.
"Tell me, what did you steal, why did you jump directly to the level of the god master? What do you think of your cultivation base, is the god master level a roadside Chinese cabbage!" Zhu Minglang asked interrogatively.
"Boom~~~~~"
The elf Yinglong said that since absorbing the Qiankun aura of the Xuangu Zun enshrined by Mo Shou, his cultivation base has been increasing every day. It originally wanted to give this aura to other dragon pets, but these Qiankun The aura was so fragrant that the elf Yinglong couldn't resist the temptation, so she slowly digested it by herself.
"Just eating alone, right?" Zhu Minglang said.
The fairy Yinglong lowered his head, not daring to look into Zhu Minglang's eyes.
"Okay, it's up to you to fight in the future, and you've reached the level of a god master. You can't still cheer on the edge." Zhu Minglang said.
Flicking Elf Yinglong's forehead with his fingers, Elf Yinglong touched his head and nodded aggrievedly.
Hiding behind the big brother dragon and the big sister dragon for so long, it was finally its turn to charge. The elf Yinglong began to regret that it shouldn't be eating alone, and should distribute this majestic spiritual energy equally to each dragon, so that it can eat again. You can continue to be a jerk.
"Mo Shou enshrines Xuanzun Shenwen, a nobleman among Xuangu giants. The aura of heaven and earth contained in his body can be regarded as a rare spiritual book. It is not bad that the elf Yinglong can digest it." Mr. Jinli said.
"kindness,
I'm thinking about one thing, can I graft Lou Longzong's psychic water wheel method on the elf Yinglong, won't it be able to run a more refined aura? "Zhu Minglang stroked his chin and began to think.
Zhu Minglang now knows that there are different levels of aura.
The level of spiritual energy in different Shenjiang is different.
The Qiankun Spiritual Qi is considered to be of high quality, and its effect should be no less than that of the spiritual energy in the Dragon Gate, and it can directly increase the cultivation base.
The method of Lou Longzong's psychic waterwheel is to distinguish the aura of different attributes, and then filter, refine, condense, sublimate, and finally turn it into energy similar to the dragon's spirit book, which is absorbed by the dragon beast.
"Didn't you realize that the so-called spiritual energy and spiritual resources are actually thousands of incarnations of the spiritual book. But the spiritual books in the world are all fragmented, transformed, and contain impurities, so they can only be called spiritual energy and spiritual resources. , but it cannot be called a spirit book." Mr. Jinli said.
"Then is the method I mentioned feasible?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Of course it is possible. Incompetence is Lou Longzong's secret magic power waterwheel, or the elf Yinglong's gift of Naling. In fact, they are all sublimating the world's aura and spiritual resources towards the most perfect state of the spirit. Like Longmen Although it is impossible to achieve a perfect realization of the situation in which obtaining the spirit book immediately improves the cultivation level, it can be infinitely approached." Mr. Jinli said.
"Understood, the core lies in how to sublimate the aura of heaven and earth into a spiritual book that practitioners and dragons and beasts can perfectly absorb, so I have to find a geomantic treasure to carry out this fusion." When Zhu Minglang was thinking, his eyes couldn't help but flicker. He looked towards Yuheng Divine Mountain.
It’s been a month since I’ve been in Xiancheng, it’s time to climb the mountain, and I’ve purchased everything that needs to be purchased. I really need a place full of aura to start a wave of cultivation!
...
The mountain is not too high, and the mountain itself is located in the fairy city.
The sacred mountain floats in the air and is scattered above different locations in the fairy city. There are cloud and vine covered bridges between the sacred mountain and the sacred mountain. For most people, it is even more within reach.
However, out of respect for the Yuheng Xinggong, no one has ever climbed these cloud vines to the top of the sacred mountain. To worship the gods, they need to walk up the star steps and worship in every star temple they pass.
Naturally, Zhu Minglang would not climb those cloud vines. He walked past one star temple after another with historical implications.
After finally walking to Qihe Palace, it is said that this is the gate of Yuheng Star Palace. Zhu Minglang arrived in front of the glorious palace gate, confessed his identity, and then waited quietly at the palace gate.
Zhu Minglang had just drank a cup of tea when three people approached, two women and one man. The man had a blue mole on his forehead, and he looked quite handsome and mighty!
"You follow us." The man with the blue sand mole glanced at Zhu Minglang, and then said calmly.
Zhu Minglang wanted to ask about the situation, but this person was cold-tempered and didn't want to talk too much, so Zhu Minglang had no choice but to stop asking and just follow him into the star palace.
Walking along the way, there were some twists and turns, but I saw a lot of sword platforms that sword idiots dream of. Some people compete with swords, some people cross their knees to comprehend enlightenment, and some people practice the art of controlling swords and flying immortals alone...
Arriving at a slightly messy and dirty sword platform, the man with the blue sand mole stopped, and pointed to the inside of the sword platform with his finger.
Zhu Minglang was a little confused, thinking that Meng Bingci was waiting for him there, so he walked over.
As soon as he stepped into the sword platform, Zhu Minglang felt that something was wrong, because his feet were sticky, and it seemed that the blood had not been cleaned up not long ago, and this year was obviously used for executions all year round, leaving a lot of unsightly spots on the ground of the sword platform. Washed blood stains.
"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"It's you, claiming to be the son of Meng Zun?" said the man with the blue sand mole.
"Is there something wrong?"
"That's right, insulting the gods deserves death. If I give you a good time, you probably won't realize how offensive it is to say such a thing. Therefore, it is better to punish people like you with the death penalty." !” The man with the blue sand mole said these words, and picked up a blood-stained toothed sword on the shelf.
The toothed sword is full of inverted blades, scraping through people's bodies, the pain can be imagined!
"I don't quite understand why the crime should be executed." Zhu Minglang was puzzled for a while.
"Hmph, even if you want to gain the honor of returning to Meng Zun, you are a liar in the market, and you still make up a decent reason. Meng Zun is a jade fairy. Do you know what a jade fairy is? In our Yuheng Xinggong, it represents guarding oneself Jade God, one of their practices is that they will not get married in their whole life, let alone have children, you claim to be the son of Meng Zun, are you not insulting the gods of Jade Immortal!" At this time, the female disciple on the side said.
"Several, I guess you didn't convey my words to your Meng Zun. Whether I am a liar or not, you can just convey it. Why do you act like this without authorization?" Zhu Minglang said.
Yuxian never gets married all her life? ?
Is Meng Bingci the Jade Immortal of Yuheng Xinggong? ?
So, he is a descendant of God? ?
It sounds like Leng Niang's status in Yuheng Xinggong is quite high.
Then why do you nest in the small Lichuan?
"There's no need to convey it. It would be disrespectful to Meng Zun if these words reached Meng Zun's ears," said the man with the blue sand mole.
"Hey, why is there never a shortage of people with cerebral palsy like you who are looking for relatives in thousands of miles." Zhu Minglang sighed.
"You can resist, and you can choose the weapons on this platform. This is the last bit of mercy from our Yuheng Xinggong to you scoundrels and ruffians." Said the man with the blue sand mole.
"Stupid thing!" Zhu Minglang scolded.
"I don't know how to live or die!" The man with the blue sand mole said, he had already pulled out the toothed sword, and slapped Zhu Minglang fiercely.
Zhu Minglang pointed casually, and the sword spirit dragon came out of its sheath from behind, and instantly turned into a shadowless scar, which passed across the body of the man with the blue sand mole in an instant.
The sword spirit dragon had already returned to Zhu Minglang's back, like a phantom when it was still.
Outsiders couldn't see the sword spirit dragon attacking at all, only saw Zhu Minglang suddenly pointed at the air with his hand, and then the man with the blue sand mole froze in place.
"Chi~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The chest suddenly bloomed like a flower, and shocking blood gushed out.
The man with the blue sand mole fell backwards slowly, and the blood on his chest sprayed out in an arc. The two women beside him looked at this scene in horror, and looked at Zhu Minglang even more in disbelief.
"I'm Jian San Xian, I'm not a liar, you don't need me to make a second sword, you just go and pass on the message to me honestly?" Zhu Minglang snorted coldly, and said to the two female disciples.
One of the female disciples also realized that this person was not an extraordinary person, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the star palace, not knowing whether to shake people or pass on a message.
Another female disciple was treating the man with the blue sand mole, but the blood couldn't be stopped no matter what.
At this time, in a sword platform not far away, a man stepped on a flying sword. His hair and beard were neatly combed, and he was wearing a fluttering sword robe, which made him look like a fairy.
"This fellow Taoist, why did you attack and hurt someone?" The robed swordsman landed on the sword platform and asked.
"I asked them to spread the word, but instead of doing it, they led me to this execution platform and said they would execute me. Is this how your Yuheng Xinggong treats guests?" Zhu Minglang said.
"That means there is a misunderstanding. If there is a misunderstanding, we can talk about it. Why bother?" the robed swordsman continued.
Zhu Minglang glanced at the elder swordsman and found that he also had a blue sand mole on his forehead.
Is this a meteor blue sand nevus?
Or are they relatives?
"I practice swords to let this kind of idiot talk to me well. If you focus on why I hit so hard, rather than what he did to annoy me, then we have nothing to talk about." Wish Said clearly.
"This is the Yuheng Star Palace. Most of the people who come here are in awe, not because of the way we treat guests. Even if there is any misunderstanding, with your strength, you only need to knock him down. That's fine, why tear such a big bleeding wound, it may hurt his cultivation and affect his future." The robed swordsman said.
"Okay, I can tell from your tone that you are here to stand out for him, stop pretending to be virtuous there, get over here, take a sword from me, I have said it all, I practice swords just to let you Talk to me like this idiot!" Zhu Minglang cursed directly, not wanting to waste his time with this pious elder.
"It seems that you really have no sense of reverence, so let me, Sikong Cheng, give you a little lesson!" said the robed swordsman.