"The Taoism you have comprehended has slowly been integrated into your bones.
It's very good.
Only when your artistic conception is integrated into your bones and integrated with your body can you be honored in the same realm.
Those who think that the spirit-taking realm is just a derivative of spiritual consciousness can This is so wrong and ridiculous.”
"It seems that the strength of a true Soul-catching Realm warrior has not increased much, but there is a qualitative change in combat power.
This is because after the spiritual consciousness is derived, it can not only gain insight into the surroundings, but also help the warrior understand Taoism more easily."
"Just like the Shenzang Realm merges into the hidden source, the purpose of studying Taoism in the Soul-Spelling Realm is to enhance strength.
If the Taoism learned cannot be transformed into combat power, then the Soul-Spelling Realm can only be said to be superficial, and it doesn't matter.
A true spiritual warrior.
At this moment, vague spiritual consciousness waves floated on the surface of Qingyang Huan's body, flowing smoothly.
Half a year ago he was finally promoted to the Soul Photographer Realm Compared with those famous talents in the outside world who were promoted to the Soul-catching Realm at the age of eighteen or nineteen, or even younger, he was promoted to the Soul-catching Realm at the age of twenty-one, which was already more than a little bit behind.
However, only he knew that what he got was far more than that.
Four years ago, he opened his eleventh divine treasure Three years ago, he opened his twelfth divine treasure A year ago, he opened his thirteenth divine treasure.
However, when the Thirteenth Divine Treasure was opened, a clear understanding emerged in his heart that he had reached his limit, so half a year ago he chose to be promoted to the Soul-Taking Realm.
Thirteen Divine Treasures Five levels of killing artistic conception The artistic conception of annihilation is divided into three parts and is a small state.
Martial Arts Photography Realm Soul Stone Embryo Level This is what he has accumulated in four years.
"Huang Zun, if the two artistic conceptions are blended together, will there be any changes?"
"The power erupted from the fusion of Tao and Dharma is several times more powerful than that of a single Tao and Dharma.
Moreover, the destructive power caused by the blending of different Tao and Dharma, or even the blending of different numbers of Tao and Dharma, is also different."
Qingyang Huan soon understood Huang Zun's intentions.
In the past few years, in addition to improving his cultivation, he had also been trying to improve his own combat power.
Continuously integrate the murderous artistic conception into his own fighting methods, and then reach a state where artistic conception and power are integrated.
Every move and every blow contains terrifying power.
"The artistic conception enters the body, and the artistic conception is contained in the blood and bones.
Even a random blow combines the power of the artistic conception to form an instinct."
Under the ancient mountain, a purple stream of light was as fast as lightning.
In a few breaths, it rushed from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain and came to Qingyang Huan.
"Ah Huan, you have finished practicing, do we want to go back?"
Over the past few years, Sable's appearance has not changed at all, but its strength has increased from the Shenzang Realm to the Soul Photographer Realm, and the purple fluff has become more and more brilliant.
"etc"
To Qing Yanghuan's words, Sable could already respond with animal consciousness, without having to manifest consciousness in his mind like before.
Qingyang Huan's eyes looked towards the rolling mountains in the distance.
On the top of the ancient mountain several peaks away, a strong man stood on it.
Seeing Qingyang Huan, the strong man snorted coldly and quickly disappeared without a trace. four years four whole years This protector of the ancestral court had the illusion that it was too peaceful, so calm that he, the protector, had gathered with the protected warriors to eat and drink, but there was no alien attack.
He was the protector of the ancestral court, and now he has become a follower What's even more annoying is that for four whole years, that brat had no intention of leaving Lashan Ancient Land.
Those warriors in the ancient land of Lashan who have also received the attention of the Dao Protectorate are not competing with their peers.
They are rushing towards Yaoshan one by one.
Only by moving towards a wider land can they have greater fortune.
If he hadn't known Qingyang Huan's strength, he might have suspected that he had received a false order from the Human Race's Protective Court to protect a fake genius.
Do you have the strength and fortune to stay in this small place for the rest of your life?
The strong man did not like to see Qingyang Huan now, and further edicts from the Protectorate Court had not been issued, so he could only wander around Qingyang Huan.
What's even more annoying is that since Qingyang Huan removed the amulet for the top spot from his body four years ago, the Guardian Court has been unable to accurately judge his true heritage and destiny.
However, the middle-aged guardian believed that Qingyang Huan had already reached Jiuzang.
Such a genius was willing to be lonely and had no reputation in the entire Yaoshan Mountain System.
Qingyang Huan didn't take it seriously either.
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Perhaps in the eyes of the strong man, he, a sheltered genius, was too unworthy of his name.
However, as the protector of the ancestral court, the middle-aged warrior was still loyal despite looking at him unhappy.
Fulfilling his duties.
He shook his head to expel the chaotic thoughts in his heart.
Several years of silence had made him no longer as immature as before.
In the vast mountain forest, a figure stepped into the void.
When the warrior reached the spirit-catching realm, he could walk in the void for a long time.
"Lord" The figure flew up to the top of the mountain and shouted respectfully to Qingyang Huan, the person coming was none other than Lu Xiong.
In four years, his cultivation level rose to the last level of Soul-catching Realm.
His spiritual consciousness was enough to be released into the void, and he even gradually began to have insight into the world of caves.
Of course, he was promoted to this realm thanks to Qingyang Huanci.
The spirit forging method below.
Four years have passed a huge realm.
For those true geniuses, it may be nothing.
However, for Lu Xiong, this is already a great blessing.
Now there is hope for the totem realm.
This is what he could have imagined in his heart.
The strongest state you have reached.
Now the number of warriors following Qingyang Huan has reached one hundred, all of them are Soul-Spelling Realm warriors.
However, the strongest one is not Lu Xiong, but Mu Yuan, who has reached the peak of Soul-Spelling Realm and is just waiting for good fortune to come. , promoted to the totem realm As for the ten warriors who initially followed him, most of them have now been promoted to the second level of the Soul-catching Realm.
Weishan and others have also entered the third level.
Unknowingly, the power he holds in his hands has surpassed Qingyang.
Shi.
Of course, these warriors under his command are not hiding in one place, but are all over the entire Lashan, Guifang, Chaoge, Gunhe and other ancient human places, encircling and suppressing the hidden alien races, and Qingyang Huan even occasionally leads the team in person.
The Human Race Zhenjiang Mansion has a death order for those hidden alien races.
Any warrior who brings their corpses there will be rewarded if their true identity is verified.
"Recall everyone" Hearing Qing Yanghuan's voice, Lu Xiong's eyes lit up and he looked at him with excitement.
"It's been four years.
Is the Lord finally leaving?"
Seeing the figure of the terrestrial bear disappearing into the vast mountains, Qingyang Huan stood up and looked down at the entire vast land.
The mountains were rolling and he whispered softly.
“It’s time to leave”: