Douluo's spirit treasure Douluo

After a while, after watching everything they wanted to see, a flame rose up and began to burn their souls.

As expected, these guys were not monks, but a group of bandits. Because they kidnapped a high-ranking official, they were surrounded and suppressed by the army sent by the imperial court.

Although they are a very powerful group of bandits, how can they be the opponents of the imperial court?

Under the siege of a narrow escape, the skinny middle-aged man, the second in charge of the family, tried every means to escape with more than a dozen of his men.

After seeing the power of the imperial court, they were completely frightened and wanted to escape to a remote place to avoid being wanted by the imperial court.

So they disguised themselves as monks and wanted to go to the Qihuai land where the rebellion had just occurred and settle there.

Because of the recent rebellion, the household registration has been messed up. You can take the opportunity to settle there and escape the pursuit of the wanted order.

And with the property they have accumulated over the years, coupled with their strength, they can definitely live a life of rich people there.

But after seeing Tuesday and observing carefully, judging from their experience, this must be a big fat sheep, and with the leader's signal, they decided to chop Tuesday.

"Stop pretending when you wake up. I'll ask you questions. If it's different from what I saw, I'll pull out your soul and fry it in a frying pan."

Tuesday's cold voice came over, making the skinny middle-aged man tremble, and he immediately opened his eyes and said.

"Sir, I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything. These are all the banknotes I have. Please keep them, my lord!"

The skinny middle-aged man immediately took out a cowhide bag from his arms and offered it with both hands.

Tuesday nodded, took the cowhide bag casually, took a look at it, and said to the middle-aged monk.

"What level has your strength reached?"

"Sir, it has been 16 years since I reached the third level of innate martial arts training. Since I turned 55 six years ago, my strength has stagnated."

"The technique I practice is Deadwood Palm, and I have developed the spirit of Deadwood..."

With constant questioning, Tuesday also gained a certain understanding of the world. Then, after a samadhi fire burned these people into nothingness, he sat down quietly next to the fire.

The world is in a rather strange state. This dynasty is called the Daqing Dynasty. It is extremely powerful and can sweep away monsters and monsters, but its control over the place is very weak.

Except for Kyoto and a few big cities around Kyoto, everyone is in a particularly strange state.

As long as all kinds of taxes are paid on time, the laws of Daqing are abided by, and submission to the court is expressed, even if they are found raising soldiers, it is just a punishment of cutting off officials and confiscating their homes.

This made all local officials have their own little thoughts. As long as they did not violate a few serious laws, the court would not care about them at all.

For example, if a rebellion occurs anywhere, the imperial army will arrive within three days, and then wipe out all the demons and demons in a very short period of time.

This completely proves that the Daqing Dynasty has enough strength to take back local control. It does not lose control because of weakness.

This made Tuesday very strange, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. In addition, there were even stranger things.

The strength of each major sect, their strength is also extremely strong, in this middle-aged monk's telling.

Those big sects all have immortal beings, beings that transcend mortals and can live for more than a thousand years.

But even such a being must go to court as an official, and must appear in front of the emperor for the first morning court every year.

The middle-aged monk didn't believe it at first, but at the beginning of one year, he lived in the capital because of some things.

Just in the early hours of the morning, when he walked out of the room to untie his hands, a bell rang out from the palace.

Suddenly, rays of light lit up in the sky, and among them were figures, which made his eyes widen.

He didn't see the other people clearly, but in the white light, he saw a familiar person standing on one side of the flying sword.

It was a statue seen within the jurisdiction of the Jingming Sword Sect, and it was written to the ancestor Baiyu Sword Immortal.

"The ancestors of the sect had to enter the court as officials, but as a result, some of the local political power was still in the hands of the sect. This world is in a strange state."

Tuesday frowned deeply. The relationship between local governments, the imperial court and sects in this world is really too strange.

And this state has not only lasted for one or two years, it has been this state for 60 or [-] years.

"The first immortal appeared 300 years ago, and the number of demons and ghosts suddenly increased 300 years ago. It must be something that happened at that time!"

Tuesday shook his head and began to think about the cultivation system of this world.

"Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and martial arts, there are four systems in total. However, this guy has only been exposed to martial arts and is not very clear about other systems."

There are five levels of cultivation in this world. After reaching the fifth level, you can make a breakthrough and become an immortal.

The system of martial arts starts with the physical fitness, which is the first realm, and then comes the second realm of training the body and transforming the mind.

Then one thought melts the energy into the bones, connects the internal organs and meridians all over the body, opens up the innate essence, accommodates the spirit of all things, and gives birth to one's own divine will. This is the third realm of innateness.

Then there is the fourth realm of the hundred orifices. I only know that it opens all the orifices around the body and condenses its own divine light. No other details about this guy are clear. After all, his realm is only innate.

As for the last fifth realm, this guy only knows his name is Shenzang, and he doesn’t know anything else about it.

"The system of this world is good. It allows me to study carefully, and it also allows me to truly become an immortal. It will not be like now where I only have the Golden Immortal status but no corresponding strength."

Tuesday smiled slightly and began to study these guys' techniques and the characteristics of the martial arts system.

Wait until tomorrow to find a city, enter it and disguise your identity, and then start to find a local boy to experiment with these techniques and see what the entire cultivation process is like.

In this way, we can better study the system of this world.

But in addition, one piece of information has also been determined, that is, at which level his strength lies.

From the information these guys know, their strength is definitely stronger than the fifth-level practitioners in this world, but whether they have reached the level of immortals is still a bit uncertain on Tuesday.

Then, time passed slowly, the thunder outside gradually subsided, the heavy rain also continued to become lighter, and finally stopped completely.

The morning sunshine gradually appeared outside, and the sound of birds chirping in the morning came over. Tuesday slowly opened his eyes, stood up and walked outside.

After leaving the temple, he glanced around and slapped his backhand to create a huge palm print.

Under the golden light, miserable roars came from the temple, and bursts of black smoke rose.

"boom!"

The temple was reduced to a pile of ruins, crushed under the earth by the palm prints.