The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Murong Chuan nurtured all great gods, otherwise he would not have needed such a huge amount of resources.

During the trip to the Zidi's tomb, Murongchuan harvested a large number of wind bell pendants, plus the benefits promised by the Zi family, the Shui family, and the Feng family, it was more than enough for him to complete his transformation.

Between the flint and the lightning, Murong Chuan's speed increased to the extreme, but he could vaguely feel a little bit of shackles.

That kind of shackle is very mysterious, without any aggressiveness, but it continues to delay Murong Chuan's speed.

Every time it exceeds a certain critical value, the pulling force will increase, and when the speed drops to a certain level, the pulling force will disappear again.

Murong Chuan tried several times, and every time he accelerated again, the pulling force would increase geometrically, and the consumption of increasing the speed would also increase geometrically.

Even if Murong Chuan has the Six-Eyed Spring of Life and has a very strong reserve of spiritual power, he still cannot withstand such consumption.

"I feel the boundary barrier, right?"

Hui Mu asked in a relaxed tone, and Murong Chuan nodded solemnly, as if realizing that it was the last moment.

"Usually, there will be no barriers to reach the other side, but what you need to fight across the bridge is accumulation and consumption, as well as the stability of your expression.

Only monks with great potential and who can easily cross the divine bridge will appear realm barriers in advance.

The realm barriers are very mysterious, like the test of the way of heaven, but also like the restriction of the way of heaven.

As long as you break through that barrier, you will be able to reach the mysterious other shore, and it will be much easier to enter the Dao palace.

There are several ways to break through the barriers, one is to rely on the power of magic weapons, the other is to rely on martial arts and supernatural powers, and the third is to rely on one's own strength.

All three methods are good, but the harvest is different.

Cultivators who are struggling can choose any one at will, as long as they can break through, they can only be lucky, but if they are comfortable, it is best to choose the last one.

You have the blood of Heaven's Tyrant, the best physique for body training, and enough potential to squander, so I don't need to remind you how to choose. "

The gray screen is like Murong Chuan's life-like mentor, passing on her experience and insights little by little.

Murong Chuan understood it, and the aura around him swelled up again, and the power hidden in the bloodline protruding out was awakened again under the extreme pressure.

Suddenly, the bell echoed and the earth resonated.

The sea of ​​bitterness and the divine bridge in front of Murongchuan's eyes gradually distorted, and a terrifying scene reappeared.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the vast land, blood-stained slopes, corpses everywhere.

This scene was too shocking and too familiar, Murong Chuan added it more than once.

The sky and the earth turned pale, the earth mourned, the floating corpses danced with the hungry, and the death and ruin resonated, awakening the sorrow in Murongchuan.

Even if he has a deep scheming mind, even if he deceives people invisible, he likes the simple world.

Treat each other with sincerity, no hypocrisy, no deceit, no killing, no death, everyone is equal.

"I'm so naive. Even death is not equal in this world, so how can we be sincere. I'm so tired, I don't want to go anymore."

Murong Chuan sighed softly, and his will also sank down.

The sky is gloomy, the earth is blood-stained, and the death and dilapidation that fill the world constantly wear down the will of the living, trying to drag them into the abyss of pain.

"I feel that death is not painful, and it can even end the pain. It turns out that death is not a bad thing."

Murong Chuan's will became more and more depressed, his body and mind relaxed, and even the figures of Liuying and Shang Yuyao were gradually forgotten by him.

Just when his will was about to perish, a bell resounded through heaven and earth, the dark clouds shattered and scattered, and the sun shone like blood on the earth.

The floating corpses disappeared from starvation, the blood-stained earth was bathed in sunlight, and a multicolored divine bridge protruded from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, extending to the end of the world.

At the same time, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are also changing.

The mountain of corpses turned into a towering giant, with disheveled hair and orderly chains all over his body, buried in the sea of ​​blood from the waist down.

The blood shadow giant opened his eyes, and through the divine chains of order, the light in his eyes seemed to pierce through the vast wilderness.

The powerful, rough, enthusiastic, domineering bloodline awakened from Murong Chuan's body like a volcanic eruption.

This is all the touch before, and it is also unprecedentedly powerful.

In a trance, Murong Chuan seemed to be in the wild universe, looking up at the blood shadow giant who was indomitable.

He saw the giant again, but before, he was looking down, but this time he was looking up from the ground.

boom!
As if the heaven and the earth had just opened, a breath of destructive aura surged upwards, overwhelming the sky, making the sun, the moon and the galaxy tremble!
That figure is peerless and aloof, as if he is a peerless master that countless strong men from ancient times look up to, and also seems to be the supreme who suppressed an era.

The floating corpses were like fallen leaves, they were really scattered by the momentum and scattered in all directions.

The Heihe River, which was flowing towards Murongchuan, could not continue to flow forward, so it had to change its course in desperation and flow to another direction.

Murong Chuan couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so he couldn't see through the colorful divine light, but he vaguely felt that memory, that memory hidden deep in his blood.

That figure was the target he was looking for, and also his ancestor who died for an unknown number of years.

The figure was terrifying, with loose black hair, dancing wildly, and domineering.

Just standing there, there is a peerless spirit of being the only one in the world, and I am the only one who rules the roost.

His figure was wrapped by the divine chains of order, which made the strong body a little blurry, but there was a world-shaking fluctuation that could suppress the universe.

He lowered his head suddenly, and two terrifying cold lightning shot out of his eyes, shooting at the bewildered Murong Chuan.

Boom!

The sea of ​​blood in Murong Chuan's body suddenly boiled, galloped rapidly, rumbled, and his whole body was radiant and radiant, resisting the impact.

He can be sure that it is a peerless coercion, which rises from the domineering man, and ordinary saints can't bear it!
"when……"

A bell rang, coming from the depths of Murong Chuan's soul, heaven and earth, hundreds of thousands of mountains, mountains and ravines were roaring, vibrating under the waves of the bell, threatening the vast earth.

The brilliance of Murong Chuan's sea of ​​bitterness flourished, and the yin and yang furnace flew out in an instant, hanging above his head, and strands of silk ribbons of order hung down to protect him below.

This is the second independent appearance of the Yin Yang Furnace, and it is the third time to actively protect the master.

On that scary man's head, strands of Taoism were intertwined, turning into a big bell, which was chosen on his head, and it rang leisurely, domineeringly.

The big bell is the same as the legendary overlord bell, it seems to be able to suppress nine heavens and ten earths.

In the depths of Murong Chuan's soul, a huge bell resounded through the mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon trembled. It seemed that this world was about to collapse!
The floating corpse was blown away again, almost all the five-colored divine bridge was shaken apart, and the invisible solidity disappeared without a trace.

"Boom!"

The yin and yang furnace on Murong Chuan's head vibrated violently, everything was beginning, and the mother's energy drooped down, silk by thread.

Ancient ancestors, flowers, birds, fish and insects, gods, etc. emerge on the tripod wall at the same time, which is simple and grand.

On that man, there were chains of divine chains of order that could destroy everything in the world, exuding a peerless aura that made people almost want to worship him.