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

Putting down the jade plate in his hand, Sikong Changming realized for the first time what it meant to be silent like death.

"Inferior, inferior, not motivated!"

He gritted his teeth and said, still a little unwilling in his heart.

"Hmph, when I complete my practice in the future, I will take the dragon to ascend, and I will definitely surprise the practitioners in the world, and make these ordinary people regret it!"

With anger in his heart, even the movements of Sikong Changming offering the magic weapon seemed a bit exaggerated.

Mana gushed out like a spring, constantly refining that piece of Iron of the Falling Sun God.

Having experienced nine battles on Wudou Peak, for Sikong Changming, the loss of mana was not as much a burden on his mind.

His current mana is extremely strong, it can be called terrifying, and it is enough to compete with the monks in the manifest state.

Even if ten third-order magic weapons were sacrificed at the same time, it would not be a problem.

In contrast, it is already the limit for an ordinary Dharma Aperture cultivator to use four Tier [-] Magical Artifacts at the same time.

Even those cultivators with perfect Dharma Apertures and half-step manifestations can use up to eight Dharma Artifacts.

The more instruments used, the more scattered the cultivator's magic power will be.

Under such circumstances, it not only tests the "quantity" of the monk's mana, but also reflects the "quality" of the mana

Practicing advanced formulas, the condensed mana will become stronger and more concentrated, and can occupy a more obvious advantage when fighting skills.

After many battles, Sikong Changming now only has [-]% of his mana left in his heyday.

Among them, [-]% of the consumption of mana was for refining the Falling Sun God Iron.

After getting this piece of divine material from the Wu family, Sikong Changming sacrificed day and night, and even devoted half of his mind to this piece of divine material.

Even today, with constant fighting and encountering difficult problems many times.

It didn't bring him back to his senses completely, and he used all his strength.

Twenty percent of the mana was consumed in fighting techniques, and the remaining ten percent was used to refine the ten magic weapons.

When the Nine Wars came to an end, Sikong Changming had already refined four magic weapons.

Enough for the last fight.

After a little consideration, he did not continue to sacrifice the rest of the magic weapon.

As long as it is enough, there is no need to spend too much money outside.

If the ten magic weapons are all sacrificed, if they compete with other Dharma Aperture cultivators, they don't need to use any means at all, just smashing them with magic weapons, it will be enough to make most of the opponents terrified.

In fact, when Sikong Changming met the enemy with four magic weapons earlier, he had already made the opponent feel the blow of krypton gold across classes.

It is not easy for an ordinary Dharma Aperture cultivator to have a Tier-[-] natal Magical Artifact.

Even those disciples with fairly good family backgrounds, with the support of the families behind them, can accumulate at most two third-order magic weapons.

There are also disciples who hold multiple magic tools in their hands.

After all, the third level is not enough, so the second level is enough.

Some disciples who study the way of refining weapons have a lot of second-level and first-level magical weapons in their hands.

In terms of quantity, they can also compete with Sikong Changming.

However, in terms of actual combat power, the ability to fight and kill.

With Sikong Changming's current strength, it has surpassed too much in the realm of Dharma Aperture.

Unless they attack him in groups, there is no possibility for the fellow monks to defeat him.

Close your eyes and meditate, dispel the distracting thoughts in your heart, and let the ups and downs of emotions calm down again.

Sikong Changming wiped his sword in his hand, waiting for the last opponent.

Ten consecutive victories are already close at hand.

On the disciple's jade plate, the phantom of a stick of incense finally dissipated along with the wisp of incense.

Fighting match...

It didn't take long for Sikong Changming's disciple's jade plate to show his opponent's news.

"Mou Shenchuan, Great Cold Peak, first glimpse of appearance!"

A monk in the middle three realms.

An opponent in the Realm of Appearance!

Sikong Changming's expression changed, and suddenly became sharp.

His current state is not good, his mana is less than half, and his spirit is a little tired.

Encountering an opponent in the visible state has a great disadvantage.

"It's still from the Great Cold Peak? Mou Shenchuan, I've never heard of this name. Is it the disciple who cultivated in the frozen river for thousands of years?"

Sikong Changming speculated about the identity of his opponent in his heart, and quietly withdrew half of the mana used to refine the Falling Sun God Iron.

The opponents in the Manifestation Realm have exceeded the realm too much, even Sikong Changming has to be cautious.

The next moment, the opponent's figure gradually appeared in the aura of the magic circle.

A short man walked out of the aura, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he hadn't expected that his opponent would be a Dharma Aperture cultivator.

"Wu Doufeng's matching mechanism, is it convulsed again?"

"Don't you know how to match me with a stronger opponent? You even used a monk in the realm of Dharma Aperture to fool me."

Mou Shenchuan said to himself, looking at Sikong Changming with a very relaxed look.

"Unexpectedly, he is still a disciple of the same line as the Great Cold Peak!"

"In that case, I won't bully you, just admit defeat and leave."

Mu Shenchuan said calmly, full of confidence in his own strength.

Sikong Changming just narrowed his eyes slightly for the contempt of this disciple of the same lineage of the Great Cold Peak, carefully watching many details of the opponent's body.

He suddenly smiled, looked at Mou Shenchuan, and said meaningfully:
"The aura on Fellow Daoist's body is a little unstable, and there are still some scratches on his face."

"The state doesn't seem to be as complete as it looks."

As soon as these words came out, Mou Shenchuan's face suddenly darkened.

This is his second fight of the day.

The last battle was against another Appearance Realm disciple, but he lost in the end regrettably.

After repairing for half a day and recovering mana.

Mou Shenchuan climbed to Wudou Peak again, wanting to continue fighting and improve himself.

But he didn't expect that his opponent would fall from the realm of appearance to the level of dharma aperture.

At first, apart from his contempt for Sikong Changming, Mou Shenchuan felt a little unjust in his heart.

Could it be that because of his recent losing streak in martial arts, he has to lower his level and compete with the cultivator of Faqiao?

Isn't this insulting?
However, what Mu Shenchuan didn't expect was that.

Haven't complained yet.

The opponent in front of him started to provoke him.

Mou Shenchuan wasn't originally a kind person, but now his face had changed, revealing a ferocious and cruel sneer.

"Is your breath unstable? Are you in a bad state?"

"Hahahaha, what a joke, you, a Dharma Aperture cultivator, are qualified to talk nonsense to me!"

Before the words fell, Mou Shenchuan couldn't suppress the unknown fire rising in his heart, and attacked and killed him forcefully.

The majestic magic power rose, and all the magic holes on his body were glowing with spiritual light.

The aura of heaven and earth surged in and gradually condensed behind Mou Shenchuan, as if something was evolving.

A monk who manifests the realm.

The biggest feature is to manifest the divine form!
At this moment, in Mou Shenchuan's heart full of anger, there was only one thought left.

Evolve into a divine form, display the strongest supernatural powers, and defeat this waste-like disciple of the Dharma Aperture in front of him like a dead man.

"Experience it well, this is a height that you can't reach!"