Chapter 398: Wanjia Dao, the Way to Comprehend Artistic Conception
At the same time, on the other side of the field.
A sturdy man with a body like a clay sculpture, carrying a gourd on his back, sat cross-legged deep underground in the desert. This is his favorite terrain and the terrain where he has the highest winning rate.
As a human barbarian, Luo Gang has lived in the desert since he was a child. He has a rare earth spirit root in the sky. He can use any earth-related spell at the touch of a finger. He is a peerless genius that the barbarians have not seen for thousands of years.
Because of this, he was able to pass the pyramid trial and obtain the only trial token.
At this moment, the first Luo family prodigy, who had a strong temperament since childhood, was trembling slightly, and I don’t know whether it was fear or excitement.
“Four sections of one hundred and eight stars, I have never encountered such a high number of stars!”
“The opponent’s strength is probably at the limit of the Nascent Soul stage, and is only a hair’s breadth away from the God of Transformation!”
There is no such thing as extreme realm in Luo Gang’s race, but the opponent’s number of stars can be used to judge the approximate strength.
Generally speaking, one to ten stars are in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.
Ten to twenty stars are in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.
More than twenty stars are in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.
Luo Gang could reach thirty-seven stars, which was already the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, and it was difficult to find an opponent in the same realm.
There was only one possibility for one hundred and eight stars, which was to be invincible in the same realm, to win every time he ranked, and to keep winning, so that he could accumulate so many stars.
To be honest, Luo Gang no longer expected to win.
But the purpose of his ranking was to accumulate combat experience and improve himself. As for winning or losing, he didn't care.
No one would care about these things if they could cultivate to the Nascent Soul level. Controlling the number of stars was just to meet opponents of similar strength, so as to better improve themselves.
"Three, two, one! Start!"
The moment the voice fell.
Luo Gang clapped his palms, and the surging desert actually moved as a whole, covering the ocean in front, and trying to submerge the sea water.
Go all out, this is the necessary respect for the strong!
"Magic technique, lonely smoke in the desert!"
Luo Gang opened his eyes, and a terrifying desolate artistic conception, with the desert as the center point, swept forward and swept the whole field.
Spells, after being integrated with the power of artistic conception, can be transformed into magical powers. This is the power of the sky that can only be exerted by Yuanying cultivators. Those below Yuanying will die if they touch it. It is not a power of the same level at all.
Until now, he has not felt the power of the other party's artistic conception, which makes Luo Ganglie more vigilant and more ruthless and decisive.
"Come on, let me see..."
Luo Gang was looking forward to it.
"You have won! Current stage: fourth stage and thirty-eight stars!"
The victory prompt sound came, and Luo Gang won.
"What?"
Luo Gang was stunned, and a deep surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't even see the opponent's appearance, and he won directly?
He didn't even complete half of his magic skills, and even just made a starting move. The opponent was directly defeated, like a small ant was crushed to death. Even if it is an ordinary Yuanying stage, it is impossible to be so vulnerable, right?
Luo Gang thought for a long time before he could barely find a suitable reason-the opponent should have too many stars and couldn't find an opponent, so he wanted to fall down deliberately.
…………
Xu Hei was defeated.
He was defeated so cleanly that he didn't even know who the opponent was, and he didn't even see what he looked like, but he was overwhelmed by the terrifying state of mind and crushed to pieces.
From the beginning of the battle to the end of the battle, Xu Hei didn't feel any pain, but his eyes blurred, and his body withered into a mummy.
"Is this the state of mind of the Nascent Soul stage? It's so terrible."
Experiencing the crushing of the state of mind in person may be the only gain.
Xu Hei sighed, using Mo Xuan's token to rank, it was really asking for trouble.
Xu Hei also saw that the opponents who appeared in other modes were all related to his own cultivation, all of them were in the Jindan stage. Only the ranking mode seemed to be bound to the owner of the token.
"Miao Miao, can I meet some opponents of the same realm?" Xu Hei asked.
"You can log out, starting from the third stage, do you want to log out?" Miao Miao's voice came.
Xu He hesitated for a moment, but felt reluctant to give up. After all, he could now spar with Yuanying cultivators, which was an opportunity that countless Jindan cultivators would not beg for.
Although the experience of being killed instantly was not good, and no combat experience could be accumulated.
"The only benefit of fighting with Yuanying cultivators is to feel the artistic conception."
"Hmm? Wait, artistic conception?"
Xu He was thinking, and suddenly his eyes flashed and his eyes widened.
"I once asked Mo Xuan how to comprehend the artistic conception, but Mo Xuan gave me this token. Could it be that... Mo Xuan's original intention was to let me challenge various masters and feel other people's artistic conception."
"Is this what Elder Mo meant?"
After Xu Hei realized this, his breathing became a little hurried, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.
Only by walking through the paths of thousands of families can you find your own path!
If one game doesn't work, then two, three, or one hundred games. When he fights with hundreds of Yuanying cultivators, if he still hasn't comprehended his own artistic conception, then what is the difference between him and trash?
Xu Hei's eyes suddenly became firm.
"It's just torture, and it's anonymous anyway, so what's the harm?"
Xu Hei did not hesitate and chose to rank again.
Just like last time, the ocean terrain, Xu Hei quickly ranked.
"Your opponent: anonymous; race: human; rank: thirty-eight stars."
After seeing this information, Xu Hei was startled, and an idea came to his mind.
"Could it be the same person?" Xu Hei thought.
After a while, when he saw the same desert terrain, he was sure that it was the man from last time, the mysterious monk who killed him instantly, without even seeing his face.
This time, Xu Hei no longer hid himself, and floated directly from the sea, revealing his appearance.
"The battle will start in ten breaths, please be ready! Ten, nine, eight..."
The voice came out.
At the same time, Luo Gang in the desert also realized that it was the same opponent as the last game. The opponent's race was snakes, which had been introduced in the information.
Then, he found a black snake floating on the sea.
"Puppet? A puppet at the peak of the middle stage of Jindan, what does the other party mean?"
Although he did not use his divine sense, Luo Gang was experienced and determined the other party's accurate cultivation at a glance.
"Huh? No! Is this... his true body?"
Luo Gang narrowed his eyes, and various thoughts appeared in his mind.
Soon, the countdown ended.
The light shield between the two battlefields disappeared quickly. This time, Luo Gang did not attack immediately, but carefully observed the opponent's reaction. After confirming that it was harmless, he also emerged from the desert and came to the front of the battlefield, looking at Xu Hei.
The difference between a living person and a machine is that a living person has intelligence and can communicate normally, and does not necessarily have to fight and kill.
"Little ghost, you took your elder's token." Luo Gang said indifferently.
"Yes, my master lent me the token in order to let me experience the artistic conception of the strong from all sides." Xu Hei said sincerely.
Luo Gang had a strange expression.
It takes 3,000 points to rank once, which is not free. The opponent does not cherish the opportunity to fight so much, just to let the disciple comprehend the artistic conception.
This... I don't know how to evaluate it.
For a strong person of this level, wouldn't it have the same effect if he just found some friends to help the disciple? Why waste points here?
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