At night in Tongtian City, the battle flag flew in the simple camp of Longdan Camp. Tongtian City was so close to Tongtian Gorge that Lin Muyu had to garrison nearly 100,000 horses here, and there were so many magic crystal cannons. Let the demons have not dared to make a step out of Tongtianxia for more than two months.
Lin Muyu sat cross-legged on the bed in the tent, and the divine power in his body turned into waves, which impacted the entrances in the meridians again and again. The biggest difference between gods and ordinary cultivators was the way of using power. The power of gods was like ocean waves. One wave, endless, is called "the wave of gods" in the cultivation world. Once a battle is encountered, the power of gods is inexhaustible, while ordinary cultivators are far away.
However, the cultivation of the gods is also quite hard. There are ninety-nine layers of caves in the gods, and every small cave is very difficult to cultivate, and Lin Muyu has only cultivated ten layers of caves for nearly half a year, and it is always difficult to enter. In fact, the method of cultivation is very simple. Use the wave of the gods in the body to impact the meridians and bone marrow entrances in the body. The more waves within a minute, the better, but the so-called wave of the gods is stronger than one wave, almost increasing by geometric levels. When Lin Muyu launched the eighth wave, he felt that his body was overwhelmed. During the ninth wave, he felt that his body was about to burst in half. When the tenth wave was launched, the supreme status in the sea of mind would slow down. Trembling, the draw of power can no longer keep up with the use.
"what… "
Lin Muyu slowly opened his eyes, still unable to initiate the eleventh wave impact within a minute. It seems that his cultivation base is destined to stay at the Tenth Cave Heaven. This is very decadent, because it means that he The body's ability to withstand the greatest extent is the wave of the tenfold gods.
On the side, the wall of space not far away slowly opened, Ouyang Yan's graceful figure appeared, and she lay unceremoniously on the camp bed side by side by Lin Muyu, and lay down lazily, her red dress was like a fire from* *The surrounding vent, outline her charming arc, tilted her head to look at Lin Muyu, and smiled: "You don't need to be decadent, it is quite difficult for you to cultivate to the tenth cave at your age. You may not know it, step into the gods. Cultivation afterwards will be extremely difficult. Every breakthrough in the Heavenly Caverns requires a lot of practice and time. Some gods have not entered the Heavenly Caverns for a hundred years from the day they stepped into the God Realm. You should be lucky."
Everywhere in Lin Muyu's body thought that the impact of the wave of the gods was slightly damaged, and he could not continue to practice, so he lay down and asked: "Ouyang, you have cultivated to the peak of the god king, and it stands to reason that you have broken through the fiftieth. It’s a heavy cave, how long has it been together?"
"How long did it take? I think about it..." Ouyang Yan groaned, and said: "When I was 7,500 years old, I stepped into the realm of the King of Gods, and broke through 30 layers of caves. When I was 32,000 years old, I broke through 59 layers of caves. For many years, there is still no breakthrough, alas... After being secretly calculated in the heavens and losing the godhead, the current cultivation level can only instantly mention the wave of the twenty-fold gods. The long road of cultivation seems to be meaningless to me... ."
"Don't be discouraged, what you lose will be taken back." Lin Muyu comforted carelessly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and said: "Didn't you tell me last time that you are only over 8,000 years old? How come today you have become more than 30,000. Years old?"
"what?"
Ouyang Yan was a little panicked, and said: "Did I ever say that I was over eight thousand years old?"
"have!"
"Then... That might be because you are afraid that you will despise me as an old witch!"
"You stepped into the sanctuary at the age of twenty-six, with a face forever, what's to worry about?"
"Anyway... just worry..."
At this moment, there were whirring winds from outside the camp, as well as the voices of Situ Sen and Fengxi checking out the sentry—
Situ Sen: "Is Your Highness asleep?"
Guard: "Sleep."
Feng Xi said, "Um... Does that goddess Ouyang Yan also sleep in His Royal Highness's tent?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Huh." Feng Xi said flatly: "Ouyang Yan was originally just a rebellion from Lingnan Yihe Country. I didn't expect that His Royal Highness would value her so much. Sure enough... there is a knife on the head of the word!"
Situ Sen was a little bit disdainful: "Chee, Feng Xi, you guy is just jealous of Your Highness."
"I... What am I jealous of your Highness?" Feng Xi argued.
"Not yet?" Situ Sen smiled meaningfully: "I ask you, even if you are capable of Fengxi, you have slept all over the noble ladies of Lanyan City, but have you ever slept with the real goddess? To sleep."
Feng Xi groaned, silently.
It is true that it is easy to sleep with a woman, but difficult to sleep with a goddess, especially Ouyang Yan's seemingly hot and unrestrained rose, which is actually covered with thorns.
Lin Muyu and Ouyang Yan in the tent are both god-level cultivation bases. Naturally, they can hear clearly. Lin Muyu is silent, pretending not to hear these words. The reason why Ouyang Yan is allowed to sleep in her room is just to let this person God King Huo Wu gave some advice on his own practice. As for the sleeping goddess mentioned by Situ Sen, Lin Muyu hadn't really thought about it, nor was he in this mood.
On the contrary, Ouyang Yanyu was lying on the camp bed, looking sideways at Lin Muyu, smiling like a flower and said, "Look, how other people talk about us."
Lin Muyu lay flat, not looking at her, and said flatly: "I am not afraid of the shadow leaning."
"But if the body is not upright." Ouyang Yan smiled at him in a charming manner, and lay down on her back, kicked the quilt away, and said: "I don't care if you have the guts or not, anyway, I sleep very deeply. I will do whatever you do. have no idea."
Lin Muyu did not speak, and her heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. This state of mind has been like this since Qin Yin's death, and only when she saw Tang Xiaoxi did she make a slight ripple, but even so, a peerless stunner like Ouyang Yan is in front of her. Lin Muyu couldn't help but say something from the bottom of her heart: "Nima..."
It's late at night, go to sleep.
…
Among the mountains of Libei, auspicious clouds linger, there are only mountains and rivers, wild beasts rampant, and the terrain is steep and beautiful. Due to the rugged terrain, it is difficult to climb, so that the mountains of Libei are still there today. In an unpopulated area, the group of Shandong is bordered by Tongtian Gorge, and west of Yunling in the Yunzhong province, it is unique and graceful.
Just in this uninhabited wonderland, the sound of a group of lingers disturbed the tranquility of the mountain. It was a group of lingering lings with colorful wings, there were dozens of them, and each lingering had a thin strip in its mouth. Green vines, and the green vines are knotted together, and they are woven into a simple big basket. In the basket sits an old man with white beard and hair, who is floating like an immortal, holding a small shovel in his hand, and laughing:" Queer Queer, there, take me to fly over!"
"Twitter..."
The spirit bird yelled, flapped its wings and flew over.
This is a tens of thousands of high stone walls, covered with light vines, and between the gaps in the stone walls, a small white flower is blooming in the moonlight.
"Holy lotus, I finally found it!"
The old man couldn't help being happy, stepping on the edge of the basket and walking out slowly, stepping in the void, faint ripples appeared, and the divine power was spreading around, and he was an old man who stepped into the divine realm. , A small shovel dug up the soil between the cracks in the rocks, and dug out this sacred lotus.
"This time, the Linghe should be saved."
The old man smiled with relief and held the sacred lotus in his palm. Suddenly, his eyes were covered with a layer of golden light. Suddenly, the sacred lotus shook slowly, and traces of white medicine rose up, gathering in the air, and it was extremely essence. Yaoyuan, the old man’s ability to temper medicinal herbs may have been cultivated to the realm of transcendence and sainthood!
Looking at the mountains and territories of the Great Qin Dynasty, who can have this cultivation base, talk to birds and beasts, and benevolence all things, who else besides Qu Chu? A medicated gourd hung around his waist that was rubbing damage to his eyes, and the faintly visible golden purple flowers on the shabby cloak said it all.
After refining the essence of medicine, Qu Chu dived down from the sky, and fell into the bottom of the valley like a meteor. After penetrating the clouds, he fell among the rock walls of the mountains, under the emerald green dwarf pine. I saw a spirit crane with a damaged neck lying there whimpering and whimpering. Its neck was directly penetrated by a sharp arrow. It was extremely injured. If it weren't born spiritually, it would have died.
Qu Chu opened his hand to hold the arrow of the arrow, and suddenly he vomited secretly in his palm, and the arrow suddenly shattered into dust. Just when the blood of the spirit crane was about to spray out, Qu Chu's palm was lightly fierce. When he vomited, he stopped the bleeding and poured all the medicine from the Holy Lotus on Linghe’s wound. The refreshing medicine not only relieves the pain but also heals the injury. For a while, Linghe uttered a cheer and directed at Qu Chuzhang. Opened the wings.
"Hahaha, it's okay!" Qu Chu stroked Linghe's head lightly, his face full of kindness.
At this moment, a few birds in the distance flew over through the clouds, whispering in Qu Chu's ear, and struggling to flap their wings.
Suddenly, Qu Chu seemed to understand something. He couldn't help but coldly said, "Mozu... They deceived people too much. They killed Xiaoyin five years ago. Do you still want to hurt Ayu?"
It’s just that Qu Chu travels in the mountains, idles clouds and wild cranes, this is the life he wants, and it is this kind of open-minded and freehand mood that makes him cultivate a pattern of heaven, and now he has broken through the twenty-nine layers of caves, reaching the highest deity. At the peak of his cultivation, Qin Yin was killed by Tang Xiaoxi in a battle five years ago. He couldn't reach him from thousands of miles away, but now it is different. Lin Muyu is in the city of Tongtian thousands of miles away, only half a day's journey.
"Stop it..."
Qu Chu stretched out his hand, the invisible force net slowly pushed away a group of birds, and smiled: "Little guys, I'm going to the lower realm to settle some things, you just wait for me here, and I will come back again."
"Twitter..." The voices of the birds seemed to be screaming joyfully.
"brush!"
With a movement of Qu Chu's figure, he galloped into the distance like a meteor falling to the ground, but the direction he went was not Tongtian City, but Tongtian Gorge.