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

Following Wu Fen's actions.

The aura between heaven and earth surged wildly.

A dark red stone the size of a fist flew over from a corner of the thatched cottage.

"This piece of Falling Sun God Iron should be used as compensation."

A look of heartache flashed across the old man's face.

"Little friend has now opened up the Dharma Aperture, which is not far from the Middle Three Realms."

"Take this piece of divine iron, and when the time comes to refine it into a magic weapon, it will be enough to stand out from the crowd in the Manifestation Realm."

The world's precious materials, as long as they can carry the word "God", that is a proper rare treasure.

Only an ancient family like the Wu family, relying on the shadow of their great ability, can have such accumulation.

In comparison, the magic sword possessed by Sui Zongtian, who had previously fought against Sikong Changming, was extremely ordinary in material.

The fine iron that was tempered by spending tens of thousands of catties of ordinary iron is completely different from the God of Falling Sun Iron.

This is the choice of most monks.

In the embarrassing real environment, even sect disciples have to go all out for cultivation resources, let alone those casual practitioners who have no backing.

In fact, most monks in the cultivation world can only maintain their own cultivation with the resources they can have.

In terms of natal artifacts, practice dojos, etc., I have to settle for the next best thing.

Collect metal, iron and stones from the common world, use their own mana to refine them day and night, spend a lot of time, and refine them into a piece of refined iron.

Use this as the original embryo of your own magic weapon, and then go through a long period of sacrificial refining, nourish it with your own mana, and finally turn it into a natal magic weapon.

This is the road Sui Zongtian traveled.

In contrast, Sikong Changming undoubtedly gained huge benefits.

A piece of "Falling Sun God Iron" could at least spare him the hard work of smelting materials for several years.

This is a divine object born from the earth, and it contains fragments of laws. Not only is its quality far superior to those of refined iron, but there are also many mysteries that can be discovered.

Compared with ordinary magic weapons, those magic weapons that are sacrificed from heaven and earth spirits have a very obvious advantage.

This type of magic weapon, after sacrifice and refinement, can evolve into an innate supernatural power, which is naturally compatible with the magic weapon, and its power is extremely strong.

In contrast, those ordinary magic weapons stacked by massive materials can only be imprinted with supernatural powers by monks through continuous sacrifices, which is twice as effective.

Looking at the piece of divine iron that the old man sent over.

Sikong Changming did not refuse.

What God does not take, is to be blamed.

Since it is your own chance, there is no reason to give up.

It's just that the weight of the Falling Sun God Iron far exceeded his expectations.

The moment Wu Fen withdrew his magic power, Sikong Changming let out a muffled snort, and the palm holding the Shentie trembled a little.

This piece of divine iron the size of a fist actually weighs tens of thousands of catties, even with Sikong Changming's strength, he still can't handle it.

However, watching his performance, Wu Fen was even more surprised.

"Little friend's physique is also not bad."

That piece of iron from the Fallen Sun is a sacred material left by the ancestors of the Wu family, and it is a scrap.

The real main body has been refined into the natal magic weapon "Baji Yanwang Pagoda" by Yanwang Ji

This remaining piece of divine iron has been treasured in Tianyang Secret Realm.

Although the monks of the middle three realms of the Wu family wanted to refine, they had to give up due to various factors.

Even so, the Falling Sun God Iron is not accessible to ordinary people.

With a weight of tens of thousands of catties, it would be difficult for even a monk in the Appearance Realm to lift it without the support of mana.

Who would have thought that besides his extraordinary talent, Sikong Changming actually had such supernatural power.

"Hey! Such uncut jade, why isn't it a descendant of the Wu family?"

The more Wu Fen thought about it, the more heartbroken he became, and he decided to train those unworthy descendants of the Wu family after starting alchemy.

After refining it with mana, Sikong Changming put this piece of Iron of the Falling Sun God into the spiritual pool in his body.

Such a rarity is not suitable for hiding in a storage bag.

The cultivation world has undergone thousands of years of evolution, and countless supernatural means have been born. Many leftist monks have mastered the secret technique of using empty hands to extract objects from space.

For the sake of safety, it is safe only if it is stored in the spirit pool.

Wu Fen brought Sikong Changming here not just for the purpose of trading.

The old man pointed to the towering ancient Tianyang tree, and said in a harmonious voice:
"Of course you can't enter the ancestor's former residence, you might as well practice some cultivation under this ancient tree."

"Thousands of years ago, the ancestors practiced in this hut, leaving behind a lot of rhymes."

"Maybe, my little friend can also understand something."

Wu Fen said meaningfully.

For this, Sikong Changming did not refuse, and there was some eagerness in his eyes.

According to rumors, the spiritual roots of heaven and earth can condense the spiritual energy of the world, which can help monks to realize Taoism and practice.

In fact, there are quite a few ancient books that record the examples of ancient monks who attained enlightenment and ascension under ancient trees.

Now it is rare to see a real spiritual plant, and he also wants to have a try, the taste of enlightenment under the tree.

Sikong Changming bowed and sat cross-legged, with his five hearts turned to the sky, and began to practice the exercises.

In the realm of Lingchi, he repaired the "Four Tribulations"

Now that he has entered the realm of Dharma Aperture, he urgently needs to find another way to reach the sky and perfect the practice method of this realm.

The mana in his body circulated around the sky, and with the ups and downs of his breath, he quietly echoed the ancient tree of Tianyang behind him.

On the giant tree, the red leaves are denser than the stars. At this moment, a mysterious streamer is shining, guiding the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth to gather.

see such a sight.

The last doubt in Wu Fen's heart finally dissipated.

Enlightenment under the ancient tree of Tianyang.

This is the last test he arranged for Sikong Changming.

For this sudden appearance of Yan Wang Farewell.

While Wu Fen was excited, he always kept a vigilant mentality.

Although he gave Sikong Changming a lot of benefits, he even treated this young man differently.

However, as long as Sikong Changming exposes any problems.

Wu Fen would turn his face without hesitation.

When it comes to family inheritance, this ancestor can't help but ignore it.

Along with the ancient tree of Tianyang, streams of red golden clouds overflowed, and finally gathered on Sikong Changming's body.

Wu Fen's expression was agitated but calm.

"Farewell to King Yan, passed down by the ancestors."

If we say, who is more qualified to decide whether Sikong Changming is a disciple who has obtained the inheritance of King Yan, or a villain who stole the foundation of the Wu family.

Among the entire Wu family, only this ancient tree is the most qualified.

The ancient tree of Tianyang is planted in the secret place, it is already a thousand years old, it was planted by Yan Wang himself in the past, and it has long been psychic.

Because of some kind of shackles of the natural spirit species, this spirit tree has never been able to shed its tree body and reincarnate in a human body.

However, after thousands of years of accumulation.

The root system of the ancient tree has spread all over the Tianyang secret realm, becoming the power node supporting this secret realm.

In the secret realm, it can be regarded as a Xuanguang monk who cannot move physically!

If Sikong Changming has ghosts in his heart, he is not a real disciple of King Yan.

Even the true blood of King Yan was obtained through unknown means.

Then, he would definitely not be able to avoid the scrutiny of the ancient Tianyang tree.

Ancient trees are the spirits of plants and trees that are naturally cultivated. They can penetrate people's hearts, know right from wrong, and know good and evil.

Any schemes against the Wu family will be seen through.

The wisps of red golden glow are the essence of the world accumulated by the ancient trees.

At this moment, it was like a stream gurgling down, watering Sikong Changming's body.

At this moment, the ancient tree of Tianyang had already expressed its attitude.

"It's fine."

Of course, the relaxed Wu Fen didn't know.

The reason why Sikong Changming was able to win the favor of Tianyang Ancient Tree.

It's because of the Heavenly Sun Divine Root that is quietly spreading branches and leaves in the body.

In enlightenment.

Sikong Changming's mind was silent, and he felt many changes in the outside world with his intuition.

"This is the mind's eye mentioned in Taoism."

At this moment, his vision of looking at the outside world has become different.

In the spirit pool, the black and yellow spirit roots are inexplicably dormant, rooted in the pool, and no longer manifest power.

The map of Jiuqu River and Mountain is still ups and downs, swallowing a lot of spiritual energy, but there is no reaction. '

This is a big consumer of spiritual energy. In the past, he could eat [-]% of the spiritual energy refined by Sikong Changming.

However, apart from helping Sikong Changming comprehend the Tao of Nine Songs, there was no amazing performance.

In contrast, the shape of that ice sword talisman has changed a lot.

That icy blue talisman exuded an astonishing aura at this moment, turning into a sharp icy blue long sword, icy and cold, as if freezing to kill the ages.

It's just that even if you get a glimpse of the true form of such a powerful talisman.

Sikong Changming, who was in that wonderful state, did not have any mood swings.

Those complicated emotions seemed to be stripped away, leaving only the purest Taoist heart.

If the heart is clear, the sky is not shocked.

At this moment, the divine root of Tianyang is extremely spiritual, like a real fairy seedling, stretching out its branches and leaves.

The spiritual root in the body, in Sikong Changming's understanding, is a kind of existence between reality and reality.

It is a special manifestation of a monk's endowment in Dao practice.

It is not the spirit roots of heaven and earth that are full of vitality and have different shapes in the natural world.

However, the perception of Tianyang Shengen at this moment impacted Sikong Changming's understanding.

"Why is the spiritual root in the human body so similar to the natural spiritual root in the outside world?"

"Still, the two are the same thing."

Miscellaneous thoughts flashed through Sikong Changming's mind.

The next moment, as the Heavenly Sun Divine Root swayed inexplicably, red golden glow particles flooded around.

Those particles exuding gentle temperament are like the purest sunlight, warm and warm.

A lot of rays of light fell on Sikong Changming's mind, which greatly lifted his spirits.

Even the primordial spirit has been nourished.

"What power is this?"

With that lingering thought of Taoism, he looked in the direction of the ancient tree of Tianyang.

Magnificent and stalwart, the branches are as broad as mountains, and the red leaves are as big as chariots.

Compared to the hundred-foot-old tree I saw before.

The Tianyang ancient tree at this moment is a huge sacred tree that can support the world.

A round of green sun, hidden by the red leaves, blooms wisps of brilliance, full of vitality of life.

It was a Heavenly Sun Divine Fruit, which already possessed incredible power while it was still being cultivated.

Under the control of the extraordinary senses, the Tianyang Secret Realm presents another picture in Sikong Changming's perception.

High mountains, streams and rivers, vegetation and flowers... Many existences are turning into clusters of colorful air masses at this moment.

"This is the aura of heaven and earth!"

"All things in the sky are the evolution of the rotation of the five elements and the alternation of yin and yang."

Sikong Changming's thoughts became more and more diffuse at this moment, wanting to further feel the rhythm of the flow of natural Taoism between heaven and earth.

Under that unique rhythm, he could feel his Taoism rising at an astonishing speed.

This is the comprehension of the Dao and the understanding of many laws in the world.

It is based on the dialectic and cognition of the "I" of the individual to the "it" of the outside world,

Such an experience, even the system cannot forcefully instill it in him.

When the primordial spirit fell into that floating state, as if stepping on white clouds, Feng Xu controlled the wind and was like the light.

In the secret realm, he looked at the figure shrouded in the scarlet golden glow.

On Wu Fen's face, only shock and loss of expression remained.

"Fantasy wandering too empty?"

"A monk in the lower three realms, can he travel around the world like a monk with a celestial figure?"

At this moment, Wu Fen had a wonderful idea.

In order to cultivate his alchemy, he has worked hard for more than 200 years. He has gone through hardships and passed death many times.

But now it seems.

In the past 200 years, it has been cultivated on dogs!

Under Sikong Changming's terrifying talent, Wu Fen felt a little suffocated.

The potential of this young man was beyond his imagination.

"The middle three realms are by no means his limit."

"One day, he will become the supreme power like the ancestor of the past!"

Wu Fen felt a little pain in his heart.

In a short period of time, I was shocked so many times that I couldn't bear it anymore.

However, as the spiritual consciousness on Sikong Changming gradually spread outward.

Wu Fen's brows began to wrinkle.

A moment later, when the young man's thoughts flooded out, it enveloped the entire Tianyang Ancient Tree.

There are even signs of continuing to spread to the outside world.

The ancestor of the Wu family sensed something was wrong, coughed lightly at this moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Keeping Yuanyi Quietly"

As soon as these words came out, they turned into Huang Zhong Dalu and spread throughout the secret realm.

Sikong Changming, who was immersed in the Dao realm, suddenly felt something strange.

The almost constant and slow-flowing aura of heaven and earth around it suddenly went berserk.

In an instant, those orderly and constantly surging auras seemed to be controlled by some kind of force and changed rapidly.

The chaotic and out-of-control aura turned into billowing waves, producing astonishing destructiveness.

At this moment, in Sikong Changming's perception, it was like a hurricane sweeping in.

The aura that suddenly got out of control also contained some kind of strange rhythm.

"Quiet, Shou, Yuan, One"

The spirit energy colliding violently was accompanied by a heavy and noisy sound.

Let his mind suddenly wake up.

Invisibly, one's own spiritual power has spread too far, if it is not recovered in time, it will cause serious damage to the soul of the primordial spirit.

The way of the sky is more than damage but not enough to make up for.

Any evolution follows the dark avenue and is bound by the order of heaven and earth.

There is a limit, too much is too much!
The power of spiritual consciousness, which surpassed the monks in the same realm, quickly gathered back under the control of thoughts.

The speed of the mind is much faster than the ordinary spiritual changes.

When the surrounding aura turmoil has not yet ended.

Sikong Changming's consciousness returned like lightning.

The surrounding scene turned into a white horse and passed away in a hurry.

At this moment, God is in harmony with the body.

The familiar real texture came along with it.

Sikong Changming, who was sitting with his eyes closed, raised his head at this moment.

On a calm and peaceful face.

A pair of black and white clear eyes slowly opened.