Chapter 842 – The Great Luo Sect’s Perspective
Chapter 842 – The Great Luo Sect’s Perspective
Night had unconsciously descended.
Xin Zhuo was still silent, he suddenly remembered the Daqian Empire in the west, aided by the female emperor and saints, so where was the future path of Great Zhou?
The karma between himself and Great Zhou was too great, no matter what.
Moreover, was the Jade Balance Sacred Land laying out a plan?
Murong Yunxi’s little girl’s heart and the repression of these years seemed to have finished venting, and she regained her maturity and steadiness, and asked softly, “It’s getting late, want to have a meal?”
Xin Zhuo had to put down his mind and smiled: “Good!”
The dinner was served at the Brewing Spring Palace, a total of one hundred and twenty-eight dishes of delicacies from the mountains and the sea, hundreds of palace eunuchs served, perfectly interpreting the luxury and delicacy of the royal family.
After the meal is already full moon hanging high, Brewing Spring Palace’s night scenery is beautiful, accompanied Murong Yunxi chatting for a while, set a bunch of words, convinced that she really does not know anything, and finally ordered seriously: immediately blocked all the news of his return.
He didn’t believe in the emperor, but more or less believed in Murong Yunxi.
Then he went back to the Eight Extremes Palace.
Little yellow also don’t know where to run to, on it that a demonic gas, in addition to the Qiankun Palace that a few run out, no one hurt it.
Xin Zhuo blasted away waiting three Jingzi and other eunuchs, sitting on the huge dragon bed, first run a few big circumference of the mind, then the martial arts idea swept across the entire imperial capital and even the surrounding five hundred miles, sure that there is no masters to come.
And the Qiankun Palace’s Ji Yu and that group of people were still in a state of immersion, knowing nothing about that strange strand of origin power below.
He slightly put his heart down, waved his hand and summoned the Moonwatch Well, looking at the two sacrificial spirits and the two shared origin forces on the surface of the well.
[Hong opens the Purple Mulberry Tree.
[Mon rises a thousand flowers.]
“Meng Rise” and “Hong Kai” are talking about a time period when Hongmeng first opens, Hong represents the sky, and Meng represents the earth, it doesn’t have much significance, to be precise, the origin power shared from the two Si Ying people are grass, wood, and flower origins, and they are the worst of the seven grades of origin power: first, beginning, first, first, heaven, earth, and human. , Yuan, first, heaven, earth, human in the human level, the worst first class.
The four grades of Beginning, Beginning, Yuan, and First were true origins, while the three grades of Heaven, Earth, and Man were false origins, and false origins could not enter the Half-Saint realm.
In the fight at the Yuanji realm, in addition to the accumulation of one’s own realm and the subtlety of one’s martial arts aptitude, the power of the origin had to account for half of it.
Back then, when the Yuanji realm scattered the illusion of flowers in the sky, Xin Zhuo originally thought that it was a realm characteristic, but now he understands that it is the cause of this origin power.
Origin ……
Taking a deep breath, he extended his hand and seized it!
The two great forces of Origin immediately floated on the surface of the well.
Immediately afterward, he pointed the Spiritual Root Pure Spirit Origin he had obtained into the Moonwatch Well.
A violet-green, a pure violet, and a pink, the three colors of the origin sank and floated, and although they were confined by the well water, they possessed an extremely terrifying aura that permeated out.
He stilled his breath for a long time, stretched out his hand, and fused!
[Moonflower 20/100.]
The surface of the well rippled with waves and colors, and there seemed to be countless silhouettes swaying and waving their palms to strike.
A full half a pillar of incense later, the surface of the well stopped swaying, and a brand new Origin Force appeared-
[Pure Spirit Sycamore Origin]
It was only a grass and wood origin, not transcending the lowest human pole, but looking at its introduction, it could already suppress most human pole origins.
Stretching out his hand, he absorbed it!
“Buzz–“
Pure Spirit Sycamore Origin’s greenish-yellow color like a wisp of fine sand came out, noiselessly integrated into his body, a powerful and incomparable power, can be said to be five times as much as he was before, “pouring floods embracing” scattered into the limbs and bones.
The body’s power can not be balanced in a short period of time, the meridians are incomparably sour, the whole body is numb, can not help but lie down on his back.
The fusion of aptitudes and martial arts has never been a good experience, he only had time to take out the [Nine Ring Jade Pure Vase] and put it aside to smooth out his body, his whole body couldn’t move anymore.
Silently reciting in his mind, it would be best if no one came to disturb him tonight.
However fear of what comes.
“Crunch–“
The door of the temple was suddenly opened, a slender and dexterous figure walked in, Murong Yunxi!
She was only wearing a white gauze sheet group, wearing long black hair, her bare feet slowly stepped to the edge of the bed, and softly tried to say: “Your Majesty?”
Xin Zhuo glanced at her and frowned slightly.
Murong Yunxi blushed, carefully sat on one side, then rustled and lifted the quilt, drilled in, stretched out her white right arm, wrapped it around Xin Zhuo’s neck, and pouted her lips like a cat:Â “Concubine come to serve the bed, okay?” “Are you crazy?” Xin Zhuo rebuked.
Murong Yunxi wrinkled her nose, her eyes covered with a layer of water mist: “I have waited for you for a thousand years, outside the five hundred palace eunuchs, female officials, full of civil and military personnel, who doesn’t know that you and I are husband and wife, what’s wrong with me coming to serve the bed? You have no conscience!”
“Tang dowager empress, a handful of years old, always have to be reserved, is not it?”
“In front of you, I don’t want to be reserved.”
“I’m not feeling well.”
“I don’t believe it! You’re at least at the great circle of the Spirit Platform Realm now, right? Spirit Platform into the Ruins of Return? How can you be unwell? I just learned a few moves from the old palace maid, try my kung fu ……”
Murong Yunxi looked at him dully, very obstinate, and suddenly rustled and burrowed down.
“?”
Xin Zhuo was speechless to the extreme, so he could only shout at the outside: “San Jingzi escort! Xiao Huang, you fucking ……”
Silence.
……
Tens of thousands of miles away.
Xuan Tian Mountain Range, perennially foggy and amicable, not seeing the stars, sun and moon, the surrounding villages and towns have been moved hundreds of miles away, and the occasional hunter who mistakenly enters this place has been bizarrely sent out.
At this time a figure from the distant sky swiftly flew, lightly landed on a peak mountain rock, a white robe, handsome face, long body, it is the year by Xin Zhuo sent into the clan kid Ning Yu.
He looked at the dense fog in front of him, where the mountain gate was, but did not enter at first, but stretched out his hand, with an extra black stone in his palm, scrutinized it for half a day and then put it away, murmured in a deep voice: “More than fifty years, Spiritual Stage Sixth Heaven, it’s still not enough! I heard that Xin Zhuo is already in the fifth heavenly stage!”
A trace of unwillingness appeared on his face, he obviously used his energy and hard work more than anyone else, broke into countless small forbidden places, small sect ruins, narrowly escaped death countless times, even in the Xuan Heavenly Hall, he was a genius, surpassing so many of his elders, despite the fact that he had gone home once twenty years ago, decapitated his enemy, and lifted up his aged father as a Marquis of the Great Capital Kingdom, honoring his ancestor, he had a regret in his heart that he always had a regret- –
Not being able to catch up with the one he wanted to surpass.
After a while he muttered again, “But killing that punk Ling Tianjun is enough!”
“Is it Master Nephew Ning?”
A familiar voice suddenly came from the mist.
“It’s me, is senior uncle Xie on duty today?”
Ning Yu returned to his senses and entered the mist with a flash of his body.
Behind the mist, there were tall and majestic mountains and rivers and rolling halls of the Great Sect, with the word “Dala” engraved on the opposite side of the huge mountain gate pagoda.
Big Luo Sect!
Under the plaque, stood ten people, the leader is the Xie Lingwu of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s rising star, smilingly greeted him, patted his shoulder: “Good boy, his cultivation has improved again, how is it this time, can bring back the news?”
Ning Yu nodded his head and said seriously: “I rushed to the Qiongxiao Imperial City, the capital of the Daqian Empire, as a disciple of the Great Luo, and found that many of the disciples of the great powers had gone, and it seemed that in order to unify the Vanguard Immortal Dynasty, they were sitting in the middle of the Donghua Ming domain for 300,000 miles, in which the Imperial Historian had mentioned the Great Zhou Empire …… “
“Shhh!” Xie Lingwu stopped him from continuing and said, “Quickly go to the Hall of Xuan Heaven, this matter should be reported to the sect by the elder of the Hall of Xuan Heaven, Master Uncle Dao Zhen! Also, there is good news today, good news that only belongs to our Xuan Heavenly Hall!”
Ning Yu was greatly surprised: “What good news?”
Xie Lingwu said mysteriously: “Brat, you’ll know when you get back!”
Ning Yu had no choice but to arch his hand and swiftly swept away, passing through a patch of palaces along the way, and the densely packed Dala disciples, taking the Cloud Mist Palace, passing through the Immortal Execution Peak and the Hall of Acacia, and finally arriving at the peak of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect back in the day, and now Dala’s Xuan Tian Hall.
Just after landing, he saw the broken arm of Senior Uncle Wang Hui leading disciples to organize herbs, while the peak above was crowded and noisy.
Ning Yu’s curiosity grew even greater, and he hurriedly clasped his fists, “Senior Uncle Wang, what happened?”
Wang Hui, who was on good terms with this disciple of Senior Sister Li Sujuan, a brat who had also been promoted by Senior Brother Xin back then, laughed: “Back? Double happiness ah, for one, our Xuan Tian Sword Sect’s supreme elder back then, Elder Chu and my senior, Elder Liu, they have finally come out of the gate!”
Saying that, he looked around and lowered his voice: “Secondly, Ye Liang and Gongsun Li, who were responsible for going out to spy on your Senior Uncle Xin Zhuo, have also returned and brought back the latest news about Senior Brother Xin!”
Ning Yu’s mind was in awe, this was indeed a big deal, once again arching his hand, he went straight to the upper peak, in the middle of which he once again murmured : “What exactly happened to Xin Zhuo?”
The word “Xin Zhuo” was taboo in the Da Luo Sect, but in the Xuan Tian Palace, it was the killer mace that suppressed the other peaks and halls, everyone criticized it on the surface, but secretly, they often felt happy.
(End of chapter)