Chapter 313: Mid-Stage Yuanshen

In the center of Crane City, there is a huge and vast swamp.

There are hundreds of dancing cranes living in the wetland, all scattered among each other, occupying one place.

In the middle of the swamp, there was no crane in the surrounding area. Only in the center, a huge old crane stood on the swamp wetland, with aura surrounding it, showing various strange scenes.

Every time Lao He took a breath, those strange scenes were constantly changing and evolving, as if the world was evolving from scratch.

One world is destroyed and another world is created.

Countless illusory worlds exist and perish in Lao He's breath.

"Meet Ancestor Xuanhe."

I don’t know how long it took, but He Xianrong came to the center of the swamp and knelt down in front of Old He.

"Back."

At this time, Lao He slowly opened his eyes and let out an old female voice.

As soon as she spoke.

All the strange sights around him disappeared.

"It seems that you are in big trouble this time when you go out. The black crane and white feather fan I gave you is actually damaged to this extent."

While talking.

The tattered black crane white feather fan appeared from He Xianrong's body.

This fan has lost all its feathers and its spiritual light has been extinguished. It was obviously caused by the confrontation with the Yuehong Sword. It suffered extremely huge damage. There are traces of tatters everywhere. No one would recognize it if it was placed on the roadside. The thing turned out to be a Taoist weapon seed.

"Xianrong is sorry for my ancestor."

He Xianrong looked ashamed and explained the whole story.

"Taibai Sword Sect? Just a junior."

Lao He smiled softly and didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he talked about another thing: "What's going on with Kong Ji? From what I've seen, you seem to have a good impression of this person."

"Ancestor, don't talk nonsense." He Xianrong said quickly: "I just appreciate this person's talent, so I took the lead in making some investment. Ancestor may not be sure, this person's talent is extremely terrifying."

In front of Ancestor Xuanhe, He Xianrong didn't hide anything. He started to talk about everything he knew about Kong Ji.

At first, Ancestor Xuanhe didn't care. She has seen many extremely talented people in her life, and few of them can really grow up.

genius?

On the scale of the universe, geniuses are nothing more than larger ants.

Who can cultivate to her level, who is not one in a million?

Until she heard that the earth had only recovered ten years ago, and that Kong Ji had been promoted to the ancient dragon realm, her eyes suddenly changed, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.

"What?"

"Are you sure that this person now has power comparable to the ancient dragon realm?"

Hearing such shocking news, Lao He couldn't sit still. He suddenly transformed into a human woman of seventy or eighty years old and walked to He Xianrong's side.

With a wave of his hand, a layer of formation barrier was set up, and the power of divine consciousness was emitted, strictly monitoring all abnormalities in the surrounding area.

"Please tell me again carefully, from beginning to end, don't miss anything."

"I have witnessed this with my own eyes, and there is no truth to it."

He Xianrong vowed to tell everything in detail again.

If there was anything suspicious in the middle, Lao He would interrupt her and ask her questions carefully and clearly.

Until the fifth time.

Lao He had to believe it.

"No way, no way!"

"How could such a thing exist?"

"In such a short period of time, this person can cultivate to the ancient dragon realm? Even the geniuses among the dragon clan cannot achieve this point, nor can the reincarnation of a powerful person!"

"Tao God? Innate God?"

Shocked by Kong Ji's news, Lao He suddenly said two words that He Xianrong could not understand at all.

Taoist gods, innate gods.

For these two words, Lao He used a language that only existed in ancient times. It was infinitely mysterious, infinitely mysterious, and incomprehensible.

It's like a bunch of garbled code in a computer program, showing meaningless and complex information.

He Xianrong listened to it and wanted to learn to repeat it. He opened his mouth, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. It seemed that every pronunciation was wrong and the meaning could not be expressed no matter what.

She couldn't understand or understand at all, let alone understand or learn.

Even if he wanted to force his mouth to open, it was useless. As soon as the idea came to him, the spiritual energy in his body boiled and his energy and blood were disordered.

After a few seconds.

Even this sentence has disappeared from He Xianrong's head. He has no memory of Lao He saying such a sentence. He has completely forgotten it.

It was at this time.

Lao He also recovered from the shock and looked at He Xianrong, who was still kneeling in front of him, to calm down.

Between waving hands.

A large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures flew out of Lao He's hand, mixed with the rich pure vitality, and attached to the tattered Xuan Crane white feather fan. He completely repaired the fan in one go and turned it into a perfect piece again. Taoist seeds.

"Thank you, ancestor."

He Xianrong thanked him again.

Lao He waved his hand, not caring about it at all, but said to He Xianrong: "Let's go, take me to see it."

He Xianrong was stunned when he heard this, and immediately reacted: "Ancestor, are you going to leave the mountain?"

"After tens of thousands of years, it's time to stretch your body."

In the Sutra Pavilion.

Kong Ji was completely immersed in it.

The Baihe family's collection of books is extremely rich, and each book can be a great inspiration to him. With the success of his cultivation, his cultivation level is also growing rapidly.

Just half a month.

The soul has doubled in size compared to the beginning.

The immortal power surged.

"The middle stage of the soul, or the second stage of the ancient dragon realm."

"My cultivation realm has broken through again. This is a great harvest!"

Kong Ji felt the immortal power surge in his body, and he was very happy in his heart.

After reaching the soul realm, the skills below this level are no longer of much use to him. The feedback he gets at the moment of successful cultivation is also insignificant, not even as high as the cultivation level increased by breathing in and out on weekdays.

But this is nothing.

In the Sutra Pavilion, there are also many top-level magical skills suitable for ancient dragon realm cultivation.

There are at least thousands of books!

Including all aspects.

Kong Ji comprehended them one by one. Within half a month, he comprehended several books in one breath, and his cultivation realm was greatly improved.

But this is not his greatest gain.

The real benefit is in the endless and vast sea of ​​books.

Although these books did not bring about a big improvement, they contained the insights of countless practitioners, the wisdom of thousands of people in the Crane Civilization over countless years, and the cultivation systems of various other civilizations.

With the help of these accumulations and wisdom, Kong Ji once again raised his own cultivation system, laid a more solid foundation, and made a huge breakthrough in the four major systems of spirit, energy, spirit and will. His cultivation successfully broke through the middle stage of the Yuanshen Realm, and his strength reached the second level of the Ancient Dragon Realm!