Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Wu Shenzhao shouted angrily in a low voice, feeling furious in his heart.

I thought it would be easy to deal with a disciple of Qimai state.

However, Sikong Changming is like a hedgehog, very tricky!

"You, Sikong Changming, as the No.1 of Beiyun Academy, are rumored to have defeated monk Lingchi in the disciple contest!"

"Now, dare to fight with me!"

Wu Shenzhao said provocatively patiently, with a furious look on his face.

Such a move is actually a bit embarrassing.

After all, a cultivator in the spirit pool realm is bullying others!

The spread of this kind of thing will have a great impact on his reputation in the sect.

Although Lanshan sect allows disciples to fight privately.

But as a righteous sect, the rules on the surface must be followed!

However, Sikong Changming's voice came through the door lightly.

"My brain is flooded, so I will agree to accept your challenge!"

"A transfer envoy, here to make things difficult for me, a new disciple, is it because the Lanshan patriarchal system does not exist, is it because the deacon is not here?"

Sikong Changming looked calm, and he didn't easily fall into the trap because of Wu Shenzhao's provocation.

In fact, he was not afraid of this child of the Wu family.

With his spiritual roots in his body, the speed of recovery from his injuries is also extremely astonishing.

Although the meridian is damaged, it is easier to use the aura of heaven and earth.

Relatively speaking, his current combat strength is even higher than that at the time of the battle against Longshan.

If you cast Fengmo Nimai again.

He is sure to explode in an instant and fight Wu Shenzhao head-on!
It's just that there's no need to use such brutal methods until things get bad enough.

"Didn't you practice in the middle of the night?"

"Could it be that the people on this cloud boat are all peerless geniuses?"

The deacon's voice came from the core of Yunzhou.

In fact, he already knew what happened tonight, but he just watched from the sidelines and did not participate.

However, Sikong changed his voice.

The deacon also had to intervene!

Pretending to be ignorant is one thing, but if things get serious and you still pretend to be ignorant, that is dereliction of duty.

"Wu Shenzhao, go back to practice!"

"If you think it's too easy to control the cloud boat, you will continue to be responsible for the helm tomorrow!"

Before the words were finished, an unfathomable coercion enveloped the entire Yun Zhou.

The deacon in the realm of Dharma Aperture has the absolute right to speak on this cloud boat.

Seeing the deacon get angry, even Wu Shenzhao had no choice but to retreat.

"Sikong Changming, I remember you!"

"Provoking the Wu family is the biggest mistake in your life."

Furious, he turned and left.

Facing such a situation, Sikong Changming sneered and practiced with his eyes closed.

Any tricks, in the face of absolute power, will be shattered and destroyed!
As long as he quickly improves his cultivation, even the Wu family is no more than mediocre.

"Earth, wind, fire, moon..."

With the operation of the exercises, different magic powers rose from his body.

At this moment, Sikong Changming encountered a trouble that he was caught off guard!

There are too many exercises he knows!
During the half month in Beiyun Academy, he obtained no less than ten practice formulas.

Among them, there are three magic formulas created by high-ranking monks, which are the most powerful.

"Mountain Shinto Book"

"Wind Demon Art"

"Eight Explanations of the Flame King"

Under these three exercises, there are many scriptures and formulas such as "Holding the Moon with the Palm".

It is precisely because of the confusion of the formulas that it leads to the confusion of its own mana attributes.

The three kinds of mana are mixed in the body, and the constant confrontation leads to serious internal friction!
Although the mana of other attributes is slightly inferior, it also affects the details in the process of casting one's own spells!
Such a situation should not have happened to Sikong Changming.

It is very rare for a low-level monk at the Qimai level to have a formula.

It is even rarer to have mastered a method that has been passed down in an orderly manner.

Therefore, those disciples in the state of Qimai will never have the trouble of conflicting skills!
Sikong Changming mastered a large number of exercises in a short period of time through the benefits of the system.

Because of the practice experience of those creators, he has an equally profound understanding of these exercises.

As a result, one's own mana is no longer pure, and the characteristics of various exercises appear!

This kind of situation often happens to those extremely strong people with advanced cultivation bases!

Only when the cultivation base reaches a certain height, can one have a high-level understanding of Taoism, and at the same time have enough accumulation of formulas.

In the end, he smelted what he had learned in one body, gathered the strengths of all dharmas, and formed a self-contained line.

"This is really a happy trouble!"

While enduring the conflict of mana, Sikong Changming had fun and teased himself.

"Create a law now?"

"No, the cultivation base is not enough, if the magic power is out of control, there will be no power to recover."

The current Sikong Changming is in a dilemma.

He has the practice experience of those who created the law. Theoretically, through his own understanding, he can integrate the exercises, extract the essence, and improve his own system.

However, theories are just theories after all.

In the actual process of law creation, there is a big drawback.

His cultivation base is too low, and up to this moment, his Qi meridians are only perfect, and he cannot bear the rampage of mana during the process of creating the law!

However, if you don't deal with these messy mana now, problems will inevitably arise when you enter the Great Snow Peak to practice in the future.

On the one hand, the mana produced by different exercises may conflict with each other, forming hidden dangers in the body.

On the other hand, these formulas mastered by Sikong Changming are all well-known inheritance techniques.

After practicing profoundly, when fighting with others, the traces of unique skills will be exposed.

At that time, those big families will come to the door, but it will be troublesome!

Sikong Changming speculated in his heart, thinking about the solution.

An ethereal voice sounded in my heart, a little cramped.

"Congratulations to the host, triggering a special challenge mission!"

"Special challenges - in a class of its own."

"Mission content: The host combines the exercises he has learned with inclusiveness and integration, and creates a unique scripture of his own!"

"Zhouguang Enlightenment Cave, open! This enlightenment time is ten years. Please cherish the time and seize the opportunity!"

Zhou Guang Enlightenment Cave?what?
Sikong Changming suddenly felt that the light outside him was shaking, and the world was upside down.

A strange feeling of confusion, upside down, broken, and torn swept through the body.

The next moment, he was involuntarily involved in an unspeakable vortex.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a starry sky in front of him.

Sitting cross-legged in the void, I seem to have lost the concept of space up and down!

"The flow of time in Zhouguang Enlightenment Cave is isolated from the outside world, and the state of time here can be traced back at any time!"

"The host can smelt exercises here and explore the true meaning of cultivation."

"After ten years of accumulated time, return to the anchor point of time and space by itself"

The system simply explained the function of this Enlightenment Cave, and then fell silent.

Sikong Changming thought about the sudden appearance of Wudao Cave.

"You seem to want me to create my own formula?"

Before this, the system had never exposed such a strange ability as Wu Daodong.

There was no response from the system to his question.

Sikong Changming chuckled, and immediately began to practice.

Many problems, when the time comes, will naturally be solved.

There is no benefit in knowing too much now.

In his mind, Sikong Changming began to conceive his own practice method.

The pure wind magic power rises, lingers around, and turns into wind blades, unpredictable, intangible and formless, implying murderous intent.

This is the essence of Fengmo Jue.

Immediately afterwards, the mana floating outside his body condensed in an instant, turning into a ball of crimson real fire, evolving in the direction of "Eight Explanations of the King of Flame"!

Suddenly, Sikong Changming groaned, and cracks appeared on his body.

boom!With the loss of control of mana in the meridians, Sikong Changming's body was instantly torn apart, and his body died.

Back in time!

The voice of the system sounded indifferently in the Enlightenment Cave.

With a flash of mysterious light, Sikong Changming's figure reappeared unscathed.

"Good place!"

Sikong Changming looked at his body, and it was exactly the same as before the kung fu backfired.

"In this case, you can continue to try."

He closed his eyes and concentrated on it, and performed the exercises again, allowing the different mana to blend together!
boom!
The magic power of "Eight Explanations of the King of Yan" and "Shan Shen Dao Shu" conflicted.

Sikong Changming's body instantly exploded into pieces, and he died again.

Xuanguang turned around, and he reappeared.

A moment later, the phantom of the moon star manifested above his head, but suddenly burned.

The moon and stars collapsed, and Sikong Changming died.

……

Died in the conflict between thunder law and fire law.

The mana of Yushan Shinto Book collapsed.

Died in the backlash of Fengmojue.

Died in Yan...

Practice without the sun and the moon, life and death thousands of times.

In the Zhouguang Enlightenment Cave, after ten long years of practice,
For Sikong Changming, even facing death can be extremely indifferent.

"Ten years of enlightenment time is about to expire."

"Please host, get ready and return to the anchor point."

The system's voice sounded faintly, without feeling the slightest emotion.

However, Sikong Changming, who was originally sitting cross-legged in the void, woke up from the deepest concentration.

"Finally going back."

He sighed, and a look of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

Ten years of enlightenment, countless failures at the cost of death.

Sikong Changming not only created his own method, but also completely absorbed the practice memory of those who created it.

As long as he can return from the Enlightenment Cave, it will definitely bring about earth-shaking changes!
"Time expires, return now!"

With a burst of ethereal voice, the strange texture that cannot be described in words swept over again.

When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings were already unfamiliar but familiar.

The second floor of Yunzhou, inside the room.

"The outside world doesn't seem to have changed much."

Sikong Changming sighed.

After ten years of retreat, the indescribably boring state of mind cannot be dissipated for a while.

"Forget it, hurry up and break through!"

Ten years of enlightenment!

In the eighth year, Sikong Changming had fused all the exercises he had mastered into one.

In the rest of the time, he practiced the "Ten Directions" created by himself, and tapped all his potentials. He broke through the realm of the spirit pool very early, and even went to a higher place.

After returning to Yunzhou, although the mana of those breakthrough cultivation bases could not be brought back.

However, the accumulation of practice is returned in full.

In his eyes at this moment, the spirit pool realm, which was still a short distance away, was like a thin piece of paper that could be broken with a single poke.

Spiritual Qi surged, gathered by his side, and was swallowed and refined by him.

The aura of the perfect level of the Qi veins rose a lot in the blink of an eye.

"Wind, come!"

Sikong Changming let out a low heh, and took out the Baicao Pill from the system warehouse, and quickly put it into his mouth.

The elixir is rich in a large amount of spiritual energy, which is enough to support the breakthrough.

The so-called realm barriers can be broken in front of him with a flick of a finger, and they are clearly penetrated.

All the mana in his body was surging, and then under the guidance of the exercises, it condensed on the dantian and gradually turned into drops of real and illusory liquid.

The reason why there is a big gap in combat power between the Qimai and the monks of the spirit pool.

The essence lies in the purity of mana.

Lingchi disciples can realize the liquefaction of mana, thereby opening up the dantian spirit pool, and realizing the sublimation of their own Taoism.

Today's Sikong Changming has also stepped into the same field.

Even, he, a cultivator in the spirit pool realm, can't be judged by common sense at all.

If he were to fight Longshan again now, he would take it easily.

In the blink of an eye, dawn.

Wu Shenzhao stepped out of the cloud boat with a gloomy expression.

He was supposed to take a rest today, but because of the conflict last night, he was punished by the deacon, and he had to take the helm again, which wasted a lot of energy!
"Sikong Changming, hehe, I'm going to entertain you well today."

"A Qimai cultivator dares to jump like this!"

For Wu Shenzhao, Wu Shan is just a cousin, dispensable.

It's just a matter of raising your hands to beat it a little by yourself.

However, after being ridiculed by Sikong Changming, this invisible contradiction has intensified.

Involved in their own dignity and status.

In Wu Shenzhao's eyes, Sikong Changming is now on the blacklist.

creak.

The sound of the door opening sounded.

Sikong Changming came outside the cloud boat.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Wu Shenzhao.

The latter's expression changed wonderfully in the blink of an eye.

Angry, gloomy, frozen, confused, astonished!
Wu Shenzhao's face was like a kaleidoscope.

This monk from the Wu family looked at Sikong Changming in disbelief, his mouth opened uncontrollably.

"how is this possible?"

"When did you break through to the Spirit Pool Realm!"

Wu Shenzhao stammered a little, with doubts all over his face.

"Last night."

Sikong Changming responded calmly, Wu Shenzhao is no longer in his eyes.

If there is any threat.

Maybe only the ancestor of the town clan of the Wu family is left.

He walked over calmly, unceremoniously exuding the coercion of the spirit pool realm, forcing Wu Shenzhao to retreat.

Compared with the same situation, the foundation of the latter is simply crumbling.

The moment they passed by, Wu Shenzhao heard a cryptic mocking sound.

"Yang fire burns the internal organs, and yin flames erodes the six internal organs. Wu Shenzhao, your cultivation level is really hard-won!"

Hearing this, Wu Shenzhao's face, which was originally startled, completely darkened.

The "Eight Explanations of the King of Flame" inherited by the Wu family, his practice is not considered profound.

Between the five viscera and six internal organs, but because of the practice, he was poisoned by fire early.

Therefore, whenever practicing, what Sikong Changming said will happen, the internal organs are eroded by fire poison.

Sometimes, when the toxins accumulate to a certain level, they suddenly attack, and the pain is almost too painful, like a cannonball.

However, these things are secrets in practice.

Except for the patriarch of the family, Wu Shenzhao has never told anyone else.

How could Sikong Changming know!