Amidst the flying snow, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of the vicissitudes of the ice wall. His eyes contained ancient lamps, which emitted three feet of light. The black and white flowed endlessly, clearly illuminating every ice crystal and the details of how they are combined into one. , incorporated into the depths of his eyes, thrown into the wick, constantly analyzed, reorganized, and evolved. Gradually, illusory rules emerged one after another, like glass or crystal, constantly flashing in Meng Qi's eyes.
There was a long crystal clear purple electric knife lying across his knee. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stroked the blade, exploring the secrets of the structure and absorbing all kinds of information coming from the depths.
In Meng Qi's slowly rippling inner sea, the fog became thicker and thicker, forming darkness, highlighting a wild ancient pool that seemed to be above the nine heavens. Inside, thunder and lightning turned into water, silver, white, pure cyan, gold, brilliant purple, black and other colors were available. They The layers are clear, and as you go deeper, the majesty and terror contained in every drop of thunder water becomes more and more shuddering. The scene at the bottom of the pool, at Meng Qi's current level, cannot be seen even with Jue Dao's complete memory. All I felt was a blur, thrilling, as if it could destroy an era.
The soil and stones around the ancient pool are all extraordinary. Being hit by thunder and water and constantly vibrating, they gradually lose their original appearance and turn into crystal stones of different colors. They are excellent materials for refining weapons. The deeper you go, the higher the grade.
Thunder and water rippled, and electric light intertwined on it. Every drop of water and every lightning bolt connected different universes, giving them electromagnetic rules. The vague place at the bottom of the pool seemed to be firmly connected to some mysterious and indescribable place. , is a certain part of it.
The scene of the ancient thunder pool appeared in Meng Qi's mind along with the message from Jue Dao, exuding a mysterious, mysterious, wild and ancient feeling from the ancient times, as if he could return to the prehistoric era through it.
dong dong dong
At the very bottom of the Thunder Pond, the place hidden by the water seems to be pregnant with life, pulsing powerfully and creating ripples.
Meng Qi had a vague feeling of flesh and blood merging with the ancient thunder pool, as if it was a part of his body. It's my past.
He was not surprised by this feeling. The Nine Heavens Thunder God was born from the ancient Thunder Pond, so there are naturally many connections. There is no need to go into details about his relationship with the Thunder God, but there are always some strange and unexplained throbbings. After review. It’s also hard to figure out where it comes from.
Suppressing this throbbing, Meng Qi was immersed in the scene of the ancient thunder pool. Then import the illusory rules of the ice wall in the eyes and refer to the reverse deduction.
Amidst the constant flashes of lightning and sparks, time passed quickly. I don’t know how long it took. Pieces of materials suddenly flew out of the icicles, surrounding Meng Qi. Sometimes they landed, and fell into his hands, and were thrown into the glowing flower. The flames of the four colors of red, green, black and white.
In the crackling sound of refining. Failure after failure came as promised, and Meng Qi continued to revise his inner understanding and gains through such practice.
Anyway, the children of other families are heartbroken, and they are also the treasure house of the Yuxu Palace sect.
After hundreds of failures, Meng Qi's eyes suddenly opened. The ancient lamp was gone, and his eyes were dark and difficult to see. The remaining materials around them all fell down, and dozens of hairs flew towards each of the two corpses.
One hair can cut the sun and the moon, one hair can cut off the world
The flames rose and the four colors rolled. Like boiling water, all materials are melting, combining and reorganizing,
Exactly half an hour later, the four colors suddenly disappeared, the snow light burst out, clearing up the world, and the vicissitudes of the ice wall trembled slightly. A low resonance sound was emitted, causing the Zhixu Mountain Sect's secret place to glow with splendor, attracting surprised looks from all the peaks and valleys.
Meng Qi's palm was open, holding a clear ice crystal with thousands of sides. It seemed virtual and real. Due to the angle, each side reflected different light, forming a pure and gorgeous contradictory scene. It shows the sacred and unchanging rhythm and contains the mysterious power of following the principles.
This is a godhead that contains symbols of ice, snow and punishment, and can maintain its existence for two hours.
After thinking about it, Meng Qi smiled and typed a series of information into the godhead:
Title: God of Ice and Snow, Lord of Punishment.
Godhead level: 18 powerful.
Priesthood Domains: Cold, Blizzard, Freeze, Discipline, Punishment.
The godhead floated up and drifted towards the ice wall. As the two got closer and closer, the resonance became stronger and stronger, and the whisper became louder and louder.
When the two sides reached a certain level of synchronization, the godhead blurred and merged into the ice wall. After a slight vibration, everything returned to normal, as if this thing had never happened, and it was still an eternal wall that blocked the road.
However, when Meng Qi approached the ice wall, the crystals moved and created a road on their own, and the scene on the other side was vaguely visible.
This is the spy who breaks into the enemy. This is the back door.
With a flash of light, Meng Qi crossed the stopping wall in a few breaths.
Outside the secret place, the middle-aged scribe in white robes stopped arguing with the old woman in black robes and looked at the ancient bronze door from the sect hall. He saw the glow of ice and snow there blooming like fireworks, bringing a strange scenery.
He passed the second test and the middle-aged scribe seemed to be talking to himself and questioning.
The old woman frowned and replied: It's not much slower than you were before, it also takes a few hours.
The middle-aged scribe turned around and asked blankly: Has he really never learned how to make Sambhogakaya-type yellow scarf warriors or godheads
I have studied hard for I don’t know how many years
Who knows? The old woman spread her hands and said that he is the cause of all effects. Our deductions are often vague. Moreover, when we reach the realm of legends, we live at infinite heights and look down on the world. What we see is no longer the same. It is really the same thing. Bailey Ming.
The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly and said: I hope he has learned it before, or asked someone who is good at it, so I will feel better.
One after another looked at the secret place of the sect from all over the Zhixu Mountain. They could not imagine how someone other than the sect could create a godhead or a Sambhogakaya warrior in a very short time, and the synchronization rate was high enough to pass through the stopping wall. degree
I can't even do it myself and others.
Yue Ziqing looked more and more like a doll. Every move he made was perfectly in line with the regulations, but his eyes were as bright as fire, hot and crazy.
Meng Qi didn't know the reaction of the outside world, because the third test had already appeared in front of him.
Behind the ice wall is a half-section of the palace. Where the palace is disconnected flows an illusory long river. I don’t know where it comes from, and I don’t know where it will flow. It remains unchanged forever, witnessing the joys and sorrows of one generation after another.
This is the time when Meng Qi felt stunned in his heart.
Isn't it only by reaching the other side that we can truly control the river of time
Why can the founder of the Zixu Mountain sect allow the long river of time to appear here as the third test
Looking with a keen eye, the ancient lamp appeared. Meng Qi looked at it carefully and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
This is not the river of time in the real world, nor is it the real river of time, but a forbidden method formed by the founder of the Zhixu Mountain Sect who combined the river of time in his own world with various arrangements.
As the person with great supernatural powers who opened up the world of Zhixu Mountain, although there is no creation Brahma manifested by the original projection on the path of time, he is enough to control the long river of time here to a certain extent.
When his spiritual consciousness penetrated the current node, countless tributaries suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's mind, and there were certain things that were bound to happen in each tributary. One of them was that he could not pass through this illusory river.
The general trend has been achieved, and the destiny is irreversible
This is the third test.
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