Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 1082: Grandmaster letter from sister
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Late night, in the room, Xiao Chen looked at the wooden box equipped with Wannian Flame Crystal, thoughtfully.
There are still five days left, which is the time battle with Wen Ziran. Ten thousand years of Flame Crystal has come, then this battle becomes more pure.
It's just a battle between Bladesman, he doesn't have to go to Mao, what are the consequences after losing. There is no burden anymore.
Wen Ziran, what kind of character is unknown? But at least this mindset made Xiao Chen's interest in this battle soaring.
Put the wooden box away, and Xiao Chen flew out of the window silently and came to a remote place outside the city.
If he tries to recruit, he will naturally have to find a large, clean and unmanned place. inn will definitely not work, you can only come outside the city, and go back to meet Ying Qiong three days later.
At night, it was bleak and icy, with occasional cold wind blowing in the woods, rustling the leaves.
Myriad Dieties Fist finally has three tricks, myth eternity, Dusk of All Gods and Gods funeral. These three tricks Xiao Chen have never really performed.
Even among the Protoss, there are very few who can practice these three tricks. They ca n’t be trained until they are below a certain age and Boundary, or Superman.
The last three tricks of Myriad Dieties Fist, among the Protoss, are also called banned tricks, and their power is very scary. It is no worse than the mysterious skills left by each generation of emperors.
Close both eyes, Xiao Chen let the full mana in Sea of Consciousness begin to boil bit by bit.
Using the Myriad Dieties Fist mentality, Xiao Chen burst out a little golden light to illuminate the woods.
The golden light gathered, and behind him, a statue was suddenly erected. The appearance of the statue was as good as that of Xiao Chen, but it looked solemn and self-confident, and the myth was eternal!
This is Xiao Chen ’s own myth. Myriad Dieties Fist sings to the **** emperors of the **** clan Ancient. Xiao Chen is a non-god clan and does not believe in gods and Buddhas.
Since not enough is honest, in principle, it is impossible to practice this Myriad Dieties Fist. But he took a different approach and created his own myth. He was only loyal to himself. He did not believe in Gods. He only believed in himself. Who is myth, he is myth.
He is constantly infused with such thoughts in his heart, as if self-hypnosis, the mana in Sea of Consciousness, like consumed like spring water.
The idol behind you, with the constant mana of consumed, the more condensed the rays of light is, the more real the figure is, and there is a divine condensate in the eyes.
Boom!
The idol behind him slammed into Giant, with a length of 100 meters, like a small hill, a trace of divine power finally condensed successfully.
There is no wood in the woods. Under the sweep of the divine power, within the time that can't breathe, it is swayed into nothingness.
Xiao Chen's expression is solemn, his face is like a sculpture, solemn and sacred, and in the void, there are some sounds of praise and his heart moved.
The **** behind him stretched out his hand to shoot in front of the sky, covering the sky with a giant hand, and a palm was fifty miles away. The golden light shining suddenly lit up the night sky.
The sky in the distance was photographed by this palm. The sky seemed to have fallen by half a meter, and the flat ground was deeply sunken.
Yun Gong quietly withdraws this move, the statue slowly retires, and Xiao Chen eyes closed thinks about it.
Shenweiguang is condensed by his mana, which is still a bit not enough.
If he can, like the gods in those gods, cast gods in the **** realm and the lower realm. Build a temple to worship and worship the world and provide the power of faith
The myth of this trick is eternal, and its power can be doubled again.
Next, Xiao Chen began to evolve Dusk of All Gods.
This move is more powerful, and contains a broader and grander artistic conception. The warriors in the Protoss who do not have strong spiritual power cannot be trained at all.
Generally, only when you reach the Half Emperor level can you qualify for the two moves cultivation. Of course, it is just qualification. Whether cultivation can succeed also requires a very high level of understanding and physical conditions.
Dusk of All Gods is very different from the eternal myth, and does not need to condense Shenwei.
The artistic conception to be evolved is the destruction of the ancient **** kingdom, the end of the world, the end of the myth, the fall of Gods, the moment of prosperity and utter desolation.
From a certain point of view, it has a great connection with the momentary knowledge of Emperor Wuque/perfect. The initial moment represents the beginning of glory, and the first bright light illuminates the darkness.
Dusk of All Gods represents the decline of glory and the end of myth. At that moment, the blood-stained sun, the last gloom of the twilight before darkness came.
Xiao Chen was not in a hurry to cast a temptation, sitting cross-legged on the ground, first in his mind, the first picture of the appeared Emperor Wuque/perfect at the moment of the exhibition.
Then appeared came again, Emperor Wuque/perfect summoned the picture of the kingdom of phantom, and appeared gave a picture of the twelve watchmen who summoned the kingdom of phantom.
All the pictures in the mind are constantly appeared, if there is a defect, Xiao Chen will make up one by one.
After sitting down completely for three hours, Xiao Chen turned on the both eyes. The bright light flashed in his eyes, and he did n’t get up and stretched out his hand.
Late night, dark night, blood-stained canvas. A round of falling sun. Hanging on the sky in the distance.
Straight lines of flaming flare, like meteor showers, are facing the ground, and each meteor is a falling god.
The low air, the sound of mourning sounds, the whole World is filled with a tragic and heavy atmosphere.
Ru!
Xiao Chen's fingertips, a ray of blood burst out, instantaneously cut ten miles, like a match in the sky, for a long time.
Swing it around, all kinds of visions disappeared. The night came again, the sun was not there, and the blood was not visible. Only the blood of Xiao Chen played in the air was still gone.
Yu Wei is still there. The apocalyptic breath permeates out. Wherever the train passes, all the birds and beasts flee in panic.
Xiao Chen got up slowly, patted the dust on his body, and murmured: "It still doesn't work. If you can see the deity of a **** realm fall, you can better evolve this tragic mood."
"Or, finding one of the Seven Thrones, the Throne of Despair, can also enhance the power of this move."
After turning his eyes, Xiao Chen raised his mouth slightly and smiled: "If there is a defect, it means there is room for improvement. Now the power of this trick is basically enough.
Myriad Dieties Fist, the last funeral of Gods is left, it is more cold and artistic than dusk and the end. For a brilliant myth, the last sentence is painted.
However, this morning, Xiao Chen is afraid to try it easily. He vaguely feels that this move has some deeper things.
At this time, Xiao Chen's Myriad Dieties Fist has completely deviated from the introduction of cheats, and has a more perfect understanding.
There are a lot of things and details. There are a lot of aspects of the Protoss that Expert(s) cannot see. He has completed and even added a lot of his own things.
With a lot of essence essence absorbed in Tianlu Shenquan, Xiao Chen was already very savvy, and has reached an incredible level.
For three days time, Xiao Chen was here, thinking about these two tricks repeatedly. Although there are no major breakthroughs, it has become a lot more skillful between moves.
Be able to do at least, move your heart, and then send it at will.
With a little control, you can grasp the degree of take action, and it can be easily retracted.
It was agreed with Ying Chong that time had arrived. Xiao Chen opened the wings of freedom, the magical power close to the end of the world, and after several exhibitions, he hurried back to the city in a tea time.
In inn, Xiao Chen sat down, drinking tea leisurely, and quietly waiting for the arrival of Ying Qiong.
As for Ying Qiong ’s ability to handle things, Xiao Chen was quite relieved. Since the other party said that they could get it, a lot of secrets containing dragon souls would surely be able to get it.
"Young Master your letter, someone sent it to our shop three days ago." When the shop boy saw Xiao Chen's arrival, he immediately walked with joy.
Letter, who sent it?
Xiao Chen put down the teacup and gave the shop Xiaoer a Black Star coin. He took out the letter and didn't rush to read the content, but looked at the money.
"Senior Sister, Shui Lingling stays." He said it softly, Xiao Chen unfolded the letter and read it carefully.
After a while, Xiao Chen put down the envelope and looked a little ugly. Holding the tea cup, sip a bite, a bitter bite wrapped around the tip of the tongue.
"Oh, Xiao Young Master's expression, but it is rare, what happened."
Ying Qiong, smiles and laughs, coming as scheduled.
Xiao Chen did n’t say a word, and pushed the letter to the other party. After reading Ying Qiong, the pretty smile that had been smiling, became extremely angry: "How can this be too much, they!"