After turning around and sailing, the other warriors on the ship were quite happy.
In more than a month, his mental power has increased significantly, and the special energy emanating from Xiao Chen has no sign of dissipating yet.
Except for the Gods who can cultivate spiritual power very well due to their racial talents, even other tribes in Kunlun Realm have difficulty in obtaining spiritual power training methods. It should be said that there are almost none.
Baili Xi was the only one with a frown on his face. One month had passed, and Xiao Chen had not woken up as he had guessed.
Holding the Moon Shadow Knife tightly with both hands, he fell into a deep sleep, unwilling or unwilling to wake up.
"Brother, we are almost at the Thunder Emperor Valley!"
The thin warrior, with a smile on his face, pointed to the canyon ahead and said.
Baili Xi looked up and saw that he was indeed approaching the Thunder Emperor Valley, and murmured: "Without that immortal thunder will, I'm really not used to walking through the Thunder Valley."
The boat left leisurely, traveling calmly in the canyon. On both sides of the canyon, there were still the murals of the Thunder Emperor soaring into the sky.
Xiao Chen suddenly moved on the deck. Baili Xi saw this and thought he was dazzled. He wiped his eyes and found that Xiao Chen had opened his eyes.
The sharpness in his eyes was unparalleled, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was vicissitudes and silence that outsiders could not capture.
"Thunder Emperor Valley."
Xiao Chen lay on the deck and whispered, "Thunder Emperor Valley, Thunder Emperor Valley, why did you let me wake up here."
Standing up, Xiao Chen stood on the deck, looking at the huge mural above the valley, lost in thought and drifting with the waves.
Seeing Xiao Chen getting up, the other people on the boat felt a great pressure in silence, and it felt like it was difficult to even speak.
With a sad smile, Xiao Chen turned around and looked at Baili Xi, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Brother Xiao Chen, are you okay?" Baili Xi said happily when Xiao Chen woke up.
Xiao Chen didn't say much about the reason and said, "Brother Baili, do you have any wine?"
The two drank wine and chatted for a long time. When Xiao Chen learned that he had slept for more than half a year, Xiao Chen couldn't help but remain silent for a long time.
When the boat was about to leave the canyon, Xiao Chen returned the bottle to the other party, thanked him, and flew up to the Thunder Emperor Valley without saying a word.
Just standing quietly on Thunder Valley, Xiao Chen looked at the sky in the distance, his thoughts drifting with the strong wind. After a long time, he took out the Moon Shadow Sword from the Qiankun Ring.
With a shaking sound, the knife was taken out of the sheath. The cold and slender blade was as sharp as ever. Xiao Chen touched the blade with his fingers, and with a slight stroke, blood immediately flowed on the blade.
Without waiting for the blood to drip, Xiao Chen put the knife back into its sheath and slapped it away with his palm. The Moon Shadow Sword instantly entered the Thunder Emperor Valley. The dark hole on the ground was unknown how deep it was, and the Moon Shadow Sword was buried deep in it.
Xiao Chen fell to his knees on the ground, his forehead pressed against the hard rock. Blood overflowed and dyed the white Poseidon Emperor scarf red.
"If Nao Jiao can't come back again, then I, Xiao Chen, will never use a second sword in my life."
In the misty lake, Xiao Chen saw the ultimate power of the mysterious and powerful talisman. When the strength reaches its peak, miracles may not be born.
"Brother, what is Xiao Chen doing?"
The boat sailed out of the canyon, but did not go far. The group of people looked at Xiao Chen kneeling on the ground, and they all couldn't understand.
Baili Xi sighed silently. He was afraid that his brother had really encountered a difficulty. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go. There are some things that we can't understand."
After staying in Thunder Valley for three days, Xiao Chen calmed down and began to examine the changes brought to him by the seventh level of Purple Thunder Art.
The first was the sea of consciousness. All the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness was converted into mana, and all of it was emitted without his deliberate control.
Looking at the vigorous and vast magic power, Xiao Chen sighed. The seventh-level Purple Thunder Art really brought him immortality.
In the distant Penglai Sea in the Kunlun Realm, there are also people who cultivate immortality, but as far as he knows, none of them can practice martial arts, and he has never heard that those who practice martial arts can practice immortality.
Not everyone can cultivate immortality. You must have that ethereal destiny to become an immortal. Otherwise, no matter how good your nature is, you will not be able to get in.
In today's martial arts era, there are only a few people who can have the fate of immortality. Only in the Penglai Sea area, there are some immortal cultivators gathered.
These immortal cultivators have no connection with the people of the Immortal Era, they are just established by descendants who received some inheritance. Compared with the real powerhouses of the Immortal Era, the strength of immortal cultivators is completely different.
After checking again, Xiao Chen found that his Heavenly Saint Law had not been reduced or disappeared. The power belonging to the warrior still existed, and had become more refined and condensed.
Each of the three hundred Heavenly Saint Laws has almost become more than three times thicker, and is as thick as a baby's arm.
A low-grade peak martial saint can possess five hundred heavenly saint laws. Although Xiao Chen's cultivation has not changed now, even if the Kunlun world is an ordinary high-grade martial saint.
In terms of the power contained in the Heavenly Saint Law, it cannot compare to him.
Fellow Xianwu practitioners!
Suddenly, these four words popped out of Xiao Chen's mind. The Purple Thunder Jue's purpose of existence is probably for fellow Xianwu practitioners.
The level of immortal skills recorded in the Encyclopedia of Cultivation is too low. Compared with the martial arts in Kunlun Realm, they are much weaker in power. They are all basic knowledge.
Only this Purple Thunder Technique is far superior to some heaven-level techniques. Now that it has broken through the seventh level, the changes that have occurred cannot be described as earth-shaking.
Who created the Purple Thunder Art
From Xiao Chen's current perspective, neither a strong person from the Immortal Era nor a strong person from the Martial Dao Era could develop such a martial skill.
Only those who have an in-depth study of both immortal arts and martial arts, and are familiar with the physiques of current warriors in the Kunlun world, can create such a purple thunder technique.
There is no doubt about the power of Purple Thunder Art, and Xiao Chen now fully understands the danger of Purple Thunder Art.
In the sea of consciousness, the purple thunder talisman turned slightly, and the scattered mana stopped leaking under its control.
With his mind sinking, Xiao Chen probed into his dantian, wanting to see what the Qinglong martial spirit, which had been baptized by countless thunder and lightning and only a single point of light, looked like now.
You wouldn't know it if you didn't look at it, but it was really scary to see it. The little green dragon had re-consolidated, but in Xiao Chen's feeling, it was very different from the martial spirit.
The previous Qinglong Wuhun was completely uncontrolled and unconscious dragon-shaped energy.
Now this Qinglong feels like his own clone, and his flesh is as cute as a baby. Not only can he control every move at will, but he also possesses tremendous energy and is more closely connected with himself.
If the Qinglong is destroyed now, it will not be a simple consequence like before, and he himself will also die.
Xiao Chen said in astonishment: "What is this? Nascent Soul? Or Dragon Soul?"
Obviously, this little green dragon, according to the introduction in the Encyclopedia of Cultivation, has various characteristics of the Nascent Soul, but isn't the appearance of the Nascent Soul of a cultivator all his own
After trying it for a while, Xiao Chen discovered that the green dragon was indeed his Nascent Soul, and he thought it was the result of a fellow Xianwu practitioner.
Since it's no big deal, let's just let it be.
In the right eye, the raging fire began to burn violently. Xiao Chen's heart moved, and the purple thunder fire suddenly spurted out, and the purple thunder fire fell overwhelmingly on the sea.
With a chirping sound, boundless heat rose up from the sea surface in an instant, covering the surrounding area for hundreds of miles in just an instant.
The white mist was misty, and the seawater had evaporated to an unknown extent. The flat sea surface formed a giant deep pit, and the seawater from all directions gathered in it, forming an extremely huge whirlpool, spinning crazily.
Gently withdrawing it, the Purple Thunder True Fire entered his eyes again. Xiao Chen was a little amazed at the scene in front of him.
When the Purple Thunder Technique reaches the seventh level, the most intuitive change is the Purple Thunder True Fire. Today's Purple Thunder True Fire is Xiao Chen's real weapon, and it can definitely compete with its peers in the Kunlun world.
It's just that the yin and yang are out of balance. The Tai Chi yin and yang flame diagram may not be easy to form. We need to find more yin attribute flames for the Tai Yin fire to absorb.
Reborn, Xiao Chen at this moment can only be described in this word. He will embark on a road that has never been seen before or will never come after.
After a long time, Xiao Chen, who had calmed down, had a jade slip in his hand. It is the magical power, starry sky storm, obtained together with the Golden Crow Egg in the Fairyland of the Sky.
In the past, I had no magic power and could not practice this powerful magical power. I could only live with eye addiction, but now it is just for Xiao Chen's use.