bookmarkrole Chapter 131: On The Other Side Of The Taoist Palace, Be Promoted To The Great Master Of The Purple H
Chapter 131: On The Other Side Of The Taoist Palace, Be Promoted To The Great Master Of The Purple H
After having the "happiness" like before, Han Lian was a lot more careful when he used the Great Void Technique.
After walking around for a while, he finally returned to his guest room.
When Dajin saw Han Lian, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said, "Master, are you able to pry the void?"
Hearing this, Han Lian was in a good mood, condensed and condensed, passed the part of the Great Void walking in the Great Void Technique to the other party, and then walked towards the bed.
"Occasionally get something, realize it by yourself, don't bother me."
The content contained in the Great Void Walk is quite subtle, and the length of it is quite large.
After Daikin received the spiritual thought, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly.
When it read all the contents of it, his eyes were full of sparkles.
Although it has been able to pry the void, it has a feeling that if it can really fully understand this method, it will be like walking on the ground in the void!
....but said that after Han Lian returned to the bed and sat down, he had already started to think about what to do next.
After hesitating for a long time, he still took the cultivation insights of that fluctuating light saint.
After comprehending all the parts of the sea, when he opened his eyes again, he was already full of energy.
It was exactly as he thought.
His understanding in the realm of Shenqiao is already enough, what he lacks is the accumulation of spiritual power!
Although it is said that the spiritual energy of this world is borrowed from the practice of covering the sky in this world, it is not worthwhile to convert the spiritual energy acquired from the practice of falling feather world into the spiritual energy of covering the sky.
After all, I lack everything now, that is, there is no shortage of Originium!
When Han Lian flipped his hands, two elementary Originium stones appeared in the palm of his hand. When they were absorbed, the sea of bitterness swelled and boiled in the divine spring, and above the divine bridge, golden light had already begun to shine.
After consuming 15 elementary Originium Stones, Han Lian's accumulation has reached its peak.
Under the boundless fog, he didn't have the slightest panic and confusion in his heart. Instead, he remembered what happened in his room and murmured to himself.
"I have an Immortal heart, which has been locked away by dust for a long time, and now the dust has been wiped out, and the light has broken through the mountains and rivers!"
He looked at the endless abyss in front of him half-moaning and half-reading, and took one step forward. It seemed that there was no way out, but the divine bridge stretched out, paving the way.
Seeing this, Han Lian's expression remained unchanged, and when he finally reached the end, his breath trembled slightly, and suddenly he began to rise.
In the sea of his suffering, there is a halo that appears and disappears from time to time, and in the flow, it is like a star shining, and the sounds of various scriptures sound in his heart.
The realm of the other side of the sea, complete!
He exhaled a turbid breath, and his bones began to crackle.
Sure enough, cultivating the Heaven-covering Law in this world seems to be much simpler than in the Heaven-covering Universe, aside from the fact that it is quite obvious just from the perspective of time.
He restrained his own emotions and began to look at the source of the mother energy of all things, with a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.
I don't have that green copper fragment, so I can't restrain the source of the mother Qi of all things. If it wasn't for the system, I'm afraid it would have already crushed the earth and fell into the underground star core.
Han Lian hesitated a little, and began to shape his only "tool" in the sea of misery.
He thought about it for a long time, and the prototype of the device was getting closer and closer to the direction of the book.
Originally, he didn't want to refine the tool into this, but he was actually thinking about his current image.
In the dark, he felt that although the towers, tripods, monuments, and bells were the most valuable tools, the only tool of his own was the book.
The prototype of the utensil began to emerge, and Han Lian saw its boxy appearance. Although it was ugly, it was not too ugly.
As his mind moved slightly, Han Lian did not hesitate, and he sent all the pages of the Emperor Dao scriptures that he had collected to the book.
The next moment, the condensed vessel of this book suddenly became thick and heavy.
Above this, the endless chaotic energy began to flow, and in the blink of an eye, it was engraved into Dao patterns.
Han Lian originally thought about tempering his weapon in one go, but he vaguely thought that the flame of purple energy would consume spiritual energy. Even if there were various means, it would be difficult to maintain his current state for too long.
After hesitating for a while, Han Lian left the device in its prototype state.
If it is said that it looks the most extraordinary now, it must be the emperor's scriptures.
He sent it back into his own sea of misery to nurture, and then began to immerse himself in his mind and restore his state.
For him, storytelling is a very spiritual depletion because of the need to transform various scenes into the minds of the listeners.
Although he just broke through the realm and recovered most of his spiritual consciousness, in the follow-up study of the Great Void Technique, his spiritual consciousness is almost exhausted.
When you practice, you can't feel the passage of time when you think about it.
When Han Lian returned to his peak, the moon was already hanging high.
Han Lian didn't hesitate, flipping his hands, he took a Zifu Pill.
Different from the previous medicinal pills, there was an indescribable breath on the Zifu Dan.
Han Lian thought about it again and again, and only vaguely realized that such aura was the key to the brewing of the Purple Mansion in this world.
Rule Fragments.
Only when the Purple Mansion Realm masters the rules, can the Purple Mansion be derived!
Han Lian didn't hesitate, and immediately swallowed the Zifudan.
The medicinal pill melted in the mouth, and turned into pure aura and countless rule fragments, which exploded in his mind.
In the bottom of Han Lian's heart, countless insights flooded in immediately.
In just a moment, Han Lian could already feel that the breath of the thunder robbery, from the nine days above, locked him firmly.
The catastrophe of the sky has to be crossed!
Han Lian didn't hesitate, and in an instant, his figure was already out of Tongtian Pavilion, escaping towards the clouds.
In just three or two breaths, his figure was already revealed under the nine heavens.
Seeing the strong aura of tribulation thunder, Han Lian looked indifferent, and sat down here cross-legged.
Behind him, the secret of the seclusion began to emerge, and various scenes flowed, reflecting the past life and imagining the future.
As the secret scene of the seclusion became faster and faster, everything began to gradually become blurred, and various fluctuations began to flow on Han Lian.
Threads of chaotic energy were smeared on the secret of seclusion, and as the secret of seclusion gradually dissipated, those fluorescent lights floated above Han Lian's head, turning into a dim door of light.
The Gate of Purple Mansion!
Han Lian looked up at the door of light that was close at hand, shook his head slightly, and then closed his eyes again.
The inexplicable power of the void emerged, mixed with the secret of the secluded, and turned towards the gate of Zifu.
In the middle of his eyebrows, the Qinglian mark that had been hidden has quietly emerged.
Not only that, in his sea of misery, the vessel that had already condensed its prototype trembled slightly, and the pages of the book, no matter the illusory and solid, were slowly turned over.
After dozens of breaths, the door of the Purple Mansion was completely solid, and the door was about ten feet in size.
Han Lian looked up at the gate of the Purple Mansion. He stood up and stepped out step by step. The breath on his body became more and more awe-inspiring. In a blink of an eye, he reached the peak.
After he touched the gate of light, chaos, yin and yang, void, immortality, mysterious yellow... all kinds of breaths flowed, so that he had a clear understanding in his heart.
Not all the rules of this world can be understood. Usually, it depends on what rules are manifested in your own talent.
Thinking of this, Han Lian put his hands behind his back and stepped out into the door of light.
In the next moment, the gate of light began to become illusory, turned almost invisible, turned into an inexplicable existence, and was branded in his heart.
The so-called Zifu is condensed in the heart as its own foundation.
In the blink of an eye, on his heart, a series of imprints began to emerge, and under the infection of the emperor's heart, it suddenly became more powerful.
thump!
thump!
The sound of his heart beating was like a thunderous explosion between heaven and earth, making the hearts of all monks almost uncontrollable, as if they were about to burst.
Seeing this scene, the countless powers hidden in the dark and silently watching are the great masters of Nirvana, all of them are horrified.
What kind of monster is this!