Killing God Chapter 69: Choose magic

"What is it?" Xiao Chen shook his head, and all his slumped resources were gone.

The sick old man threw the jade slip into Xiaochen's hands and said, "See for yourself."

Xiaochen picked up the jade slip and put it on his forehead. After a long while, he put it down. At this time, Xiaochen had nothing to worry about, because no matter what, this exercise has already been selected, and naturally it is impossible to change it again. , Besides, this practice method is also very suitable for Xiaochen's standards. First, its name is domineering, and second, it is gorgeous.

"Wan Jian Jue! Yes, I like it." Xiao Chen has written down the exercises recorded in the jade slip.

"Here." The sick old man held out his hand.

"What?" Xiao Chen looked at him suspiciously.

"The jade slip in your hand, this thing has to be returned, don't you know?" The sick old man looked at Xiao Chen like an idiot and said.

Xiaochen handed out the jade slip in his hand and said, "Why can't I remember the contents of the jade slip inside?"

"Want to know? You beg me." The sick old man took the jade slip from Xiao Chen's hand again, sat on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, and said proudly.

"Sooner or later I have to beat you up." Xiao Chen was speechless, but had no choice but to let out harsh words.

"If you have nothing to do, hurry up and leave, I don't welcome men." The sick old man didn't care what Xiao Chen said, and immediately issued an expulsion order.

Xiaochen blinked and said, "Are you sure?"

"Why, I want to say second..." The sick old man seemed to remember something, and suddenly changed his words, "Bring the things."

"Want it? You beg me." Xiao Chen held his hands and tilted his head.

After saying this, Xiao Chen flew out from the window of the sick old man's house, and saw the sick old man holding a black token in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"Little hooligan, you deserve it, do you know that?" Ni Cangtian flew in front of Xiaochen, tears streaming down his face.

Actually, Xiaochen regretted it right after he finished speaking just now. Maybe it was because he forgot his surname after being away from the sick old man for a long time.

Xiaochen got up from the ground and climbed into the sick old man's house from the window again. He had to ask the sick old man to tell him the story of King Ren and Xuanyuan Tomb. After that, the sick old man stalked Xiaochen and hugged his thighs. Next, he still told him some secret things, and Xiaochen also repeated what Hege Shu Xingyun said to the sick old man.

But the sick old man still didn't tell Xiaochen the secret of the black token, he just said that some things, if you don't reach that height and come into contact with them, will only bring devastating disasters to him, and Xiaochen naturally knows that , The words of the sick old man are to tell him that when he has no strength, the more he knows, the more it is not a good thing. He also understands this truth and is not entangled.

After that, Xiao Chen didn't stay in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. After leaving Ni Cangtian, Yujian flew to Yunyou Peak. He also couldn't see Cang Jinyun during this trip. The sick old man told him that Cang Jinyun was changing. , The mind is completely introverted and should not be disturbed.

It was already noon, the sky was cloudy, and there was not a trace of sunlight. When Xiaochen came to Yunyou Peak, the hall was empty, no one was there, and his senior sisters did not know where to go. Xiaochen wandered around for a while. After seeing no one, he walked to his hut on the edge of the cliff.

Xiaochen walked through the familiar woods used for walking, and soon came to the edge of the cliff. This season, the ordinary trees and flowers have withered, and the edge of the cliff, which was originally a swaying ivy, has lost its former vitality. , Xiaochen's hut was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it seemed that no one had been there for a long time.

With a wave of his sleeves, Xiao Chen easily brushed off the dust outside the entire hut. After pushing the door and entering, he saw that both the table and the bed were covered with a layer of dust. The most basic wind spell, a whirlwind blew out of thin air in the hut, rolled up all the dust, and disappeared from the door and the window.

After doing this, Xiao Chen didn't rush to meditate or practice the Ten Thousand Swords Art. Instead, he lay down on the bed, opened his eyes and began to recall, these years, this time.

It has been many years since he went up the mountain, and his life has undergone earth-shaking changes. At this time, when he was flying in the sky, he would sometimes think that he used to dream of being like this now, at that time. , He thought that this was the freedom to be unrestrained.

At this moment, his dream is to win the avenue and laugh at the world. At this time, he thinks that is free and unrestrained, but after he truly achieves the realm he dreams of at the moment, what will he think is free and unrestrained?

What is real freedom? Is it the cultivation base that covers the sky, or the status that everyone admires, or, after attaining the Tao and ascending, the world of immortals.

Xiaochen doesn't know, because he neither covers the sky, nor is he admired by thousands of people, and he has never been to the fairyland. Everything can only be revealed by himself.

After returning to Yunyou Peak, Xiao Chen stayed on the edge of the cliff. As usual, Xuan Tian Dao and Qing Chen Jue practiced cyclically. Although he could not see his own cultivation status, he could clearly feel it. His cultivation level gradually increased, Xiao Chen thought about it, he was not far from breaking through the Qi refining period.

On the same day, I went to Youzhuju with Ling Ziling to meet the master Xuanyou, but failed, and told Xiaochen to call Xiaochen again when he went there again. After that, more than half a month had passed, and Xiaochen did not leave the edge of the cliff. , didn't wait for Ling Ziling to come to him, he didn't have too many ideas, after all, he was determined to be alone.

During these days, in addition to cultivating the essential inner cultivation technique, Xiao Chen was also practicing the Wanjian Art that he had just acquired and the Fire Que technique that he had learned earlier.

Wanjian Jue is a magical power of the five elements of metal. It is extremely capable of summoning thousands of metallic spiritual power sword lights to attack. It does not mean that people with metallic spiritual power must be able to practice it, but the same kind Spiritual cultivators will be easier to cultivate, and their power will be a bit more powerful.

And these problems did not appear in Xiaochen again. During the cultivation process of Wanjian Jue, whether it was practice or power, Xiaochen did not encounter too many difficulties. The mastery is still far from complete, but Xiao Chen has already been able to use this magical power initially.

As a Qi-refining period Xiaochen, the amount of spiritual power in his body is much more than other monks who are also in the Qi-refining period. Wan Jian Jue, together with the method of cultivation, was written down by Xiao Chen, Regarding some explanations about this technique, the seniors of the division clearly mentioned in it that this technique can be practiced until the late stage of birth. Will drain the energy.

But after Xiaochen's personal experience, he found that although he can't summon a hundred sword lights yet, the summoning of dozens of sword lights seems to be easy for him, even if he repeats it ten times, Will not use up his spiritual power.

He also found that after using the Huo Que Zhi and using Wan Jian Jue, each sword light will be a little brighter, and the power will also be much stronger, which gives Xiao Chen a comfort, let He felt that, at least when he chose the exercises, his starting point was correct.

At midnight, Xiaochen was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff all alone. He closed his eyes and asked God to be indifferent. A faint halo flashed around him. At this moment, Xiaochen was practicing the Qingchen Jue, and at this moment, He didn't realize it, the gray sky that had been hazy for a long time finally couldn't help shedding ice chips, and the snow like goose feathers floated down from the sky, and it didn't take long for Xiaochen to turn white. , the shoulders and legs are slowly covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Xiaochen seemed to be ignorant, sitting on the spot motionless, just like this, one night, in the snow, quietly passed away, and at dawn the next day, most of the Xuanqing Mountains were covered in silver makeup. The world, the majestic mountains in the distance, like giant wax figures.

The entire Yunyou Peak, without exception, was covered with snow. There was a snowman sitting on the ground on top of a cliff protruding from a cliff. This is naturally a night of cultivation. Xiaochen, at this moment, the heavy snow has completely covered his head, his eyes, and every corner of his body.

It was almost time, Xiaochen closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white haze. It turned out that what he saw when he opened his eyes was snow, the snow that wrapped him, Xiaochen showed He shook his head, and with this movement, the snow on his head fell one after another, and some fell down his neckline and onto his vest.

Xiaochen jumped up excitedly, all the snow on his body fell off, and a world full of white appeared in his eyes.

Xiaochen leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed it hard, the handful of snowflakes turned into a small snowball, and then he threw it at a tree that had fallen leaves in the distance, and the snowball hit the trunk of the tree , The small snowball with Xiaochen's great strength, although it was torn apart when it hit the trunk, it also caused a big tree to shake, and a large piece of snow on the dead branches fell off.

Xiaochen holds his right hand with his left hand, touches his lower handle with his right hand, and taps one foot on the ground. He looks thoughtful, but he doesn't know what he is thinking about. This posture has continued for a cup of tea. , Xiaochen just moved.

At this moment, the heavy snow in the sky has stopped, and a series of footprints have appeared on the snow. Looking along the footprints, you can see from the back that the person who left the traces is a woman, she is wearing a cloak, A circle of fur covered her neck and half of her head. The woman was walking towards the edge of the cliff where Xiao Chen was, leaving a series of footprints behind her.

When the woman walked through the woods and came to the edge of the cliff, her eyes narrowed and she was a little surprised. This woman was naturally Ling Ziling.

She saw a young man in a Taoist robe, carefully sticking a branch on a snowman, like a raised hand.

In the open space on the edge of the cliff, there are many snowmen. These snowmen have different shapes. Although Ling Ziling can't recognize it, it does not prevent her from seeing that some snowmen represent things, such as two small snowmen. , with a few large withered leaves behind them, this must be the Ni Cangtian brothers and sisters, and there are others that Ling Ziling can't recognize.

At this time, Xiaochen also discovered Ling Ziling, and saw him run to the side of the tree, picked up a handful of snowflakes, shaped them into snowballs, and threw them at Ling Ziling.

"Dead Rabbit, you're courting death." Ling Ziling hugged Xiao Hei and was stunned for a moment. The snowball landed on her head. The snowball Xiaochen didn't squeeze or throw, and it hit Ling Ziling's body. The time dissipated immediately, and she ended up covered with snowflakes.

"Joke, when am I not courting death." Xiao Chen held his hands and said proudly.

Wen Yan Ling Ziling ripped off the cloak from her body, put Xiao Hei on the cloak, bent down and picked up a large handful of snow, squeezed it into a snowball, and smashed it at Xiao Chen.