Chapter 317 Enlightenment

"Fuxiyan gossip, everything is chaotic, can be the fruit of creation, and the amount of heaven and earth has been robbed for another time..."

In the strange force field, an old and simple voice sounded, as if it had broken the mysteries of the sky and the transformation of everything. This sound, somehow transmitted from nowhere, deeply shocked Moko's heart and made many things burst out of his mind.

Moke has an intuition that this may be a great disaster or a great disaster. Everything depends on whether he understands or not.

Sure enough, with the old and simple voice, a terrible power began to brew around him, constantly squirming, growing all the time, and Moke was wrapped in it.

This is a harsh test. The terrible power around him almost scares Moke. He can't compete at all. Moreover, he continues to grow. Once he reaches the limit, the critical point, if he hasn't realized something, he is afraid that he will be easily crushed and turned into powder.

Time is tight, and there is no room for delay!

"Amitabha..."

With his hands together, the heart-clearing spell flowed through his heart like water. Moke's whole body was quiet, removing all kinds of selfish thoughts and began to feel at an urgent point.

Gradually, Moke's whole person fell into a state, ethereal and quiet, leaving only the sky, earth, water, fire, thunder, mountain, wind and eight phases that are still suspended in his mind. It operates perfectly, changes, is extensive and profound, and contains the principles of heaven and earth.

Moke's fingertips unconsciously slid up and imitated the previous old man, which also contained an inexplicable charm. However, there was no such a clumsy and natural feeling. The eight runes formed part of them, that is, they collapsed again.

Without being discouraged, Moke slid over and over again, and the spiritual light flashed in his heart, and the touch was bypassed, unexpectedly associated with the mystery of creation. He has just been promoted to venerable, but he has some simple understanding of the mystery of creation. At this time, they actually gave birth to many inspiration and ideas.

The derivative of gossip is a process of nothing, which is similar to the chaos of all things, but it also contains many profound truths. Today's Moke is just looking at flowers in the fog, which is far from reaching the point of profound understanding.

It's not that Moke is too stupid, but because this kind of mystery is already something that a real powerful person can understand. It is too deep and obscure to understand at all.

All around Moke, more and more powerful forces are brewing, and it seems that they are about to reach the limit. As for the heaven, earth, water, fire, thunder, mountain, wind and Ze eight phases derived from the gossip, it is also getting darker and darker. There is a taste that comes from the void and will return to the void.

Forgetful, Moke was not sad or happy, almost petrified, and fell into a vast sea-like chaos in a trance, in which the world was recreated, chaotic and reckless.

The power of terror around has been brewing, and it has reached a critical point, which will burst out at any time and destroy Moke. At this moment, a smile appeared in the corners of Moke's mouth in vain. A mysterious state of mind rippled in his heart, and his whole body actually had a breath of tolerance and integration of heaven and earth.

At this moment, it seems that there is no Moke. His breath is perfectly united with this void, like a dream.

The terrorist force that was about to break out disappeared in vain, and the force field covering Moke disappeared. The lying bullstone was still the same, but without the gossip rune and the old man sitting on the blue stone, everything was like a dream.

"The gossip is really mysterious, born out of nothing, there is no change in the middle, the virtual and real changes, and it is difficult to figure out..." Staring calmly in front of him, Moko muttered to himself.

Just now, he realized a mysterious secret method, which can lock the breath of the whole body, change the reality, and integrate with the surrounding world, which is a hidden and profound means. Moreover, Moke's understanding of the mystery of creation has been much deeper, which can be said to have benefited a lot.

Moke did not know that in time, if he succeeds in crossing the disaster, he can grasp a rhythm of heaven and earth, and at that time, combined with the hidden and profound means he has just realized, he can evolve into a famous magic power, the integration of heaven and earth.

The magic power is different from the secret moves.

No matter how powerful the secret moves are, they are much inferior to the magic power. Each magic power contains a kind of wisdom of heaven and earth, either shallow or deep, and the power is also very different. However, the perfect explosion is far more powerful than the secret moves.

However, it is too difficult to practice magic power. Not to mention ordinary practitioners, even immortals or stronger strong people need to work hard.

In the wilderness, in addition to a set of cultivation divisions that specifically distinguish the realm of strength, there is a unified title for some strong people, great magic power! This shows how important the magic power is.

On the cyan lying bullstone, there was no one, and the surroundings were silent. Moke walked slowly and disappeared at the fourth level, stepped into the passage and went to the next level.

At this time, outside the demon tower, the young man in brocade sitting on the back of the red wild cow was slightly stunned, and his whole body showed a very surprised look.

"He actually passed the fourth level? How can the comprehension ability be so perverted? Previously, only six of the 48 geniuses succeeded. You should know that according to the difficulty, this level is actually far beyond the fifth level, the sixth level and the seventh level! Some powerful opponents may win by relying on anti-fairy weapons or killer mace, but they can't fake this kind of thing. Ha ha, I suddenly looked forward to it..." The brocade teenager muttered to himself with an interesting expression.

Under his distant view, at this moment, the fifth floor of the demon tower suddenly flashed a layer of dream light, indicating that Moke had come to the fifth floor.

Difference from the fourth level, the fifth level is a snowy mountain. The cold wind roars and the palm-sized snowflakes are falling. Looking around, the world is white.

The monk's robe flew, Moke suspended the void, and looked away, all covered with snow.

"Amitabha... Let's look around for the channel first. After a moment of meditation, Moko made up his mind.

This snowy mountain is extremely huge. Moke has been flying for ten minutes. What he saw is all snow-white, and he can't help but feel lonely.

"The world is chaotic, the black hair dances, the long knife in the hand moves in all directions, the eyes are like electricity, the heart is like iron, and the blade is destined to death..."

At this time, words came from the distance, singing like a hammering on the heart, as if seeing the scene of golden iron horses, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, long knives, singing to destroy the god king, an indescribable wild and heroic.

"The wind rises, thousands of miles trembles, millions of soldiers are hidden in the chest, the air swallows the mountains and rivers, the ambition suppresses the sun and the moon, and dares to make heaven and earth chaotic in anger..."

The long roar continues to come, and there is a kind of ambition to shake the unparalleled spirit of the sun, moon and stars.

Moke couldn't help but boil his blood. He hid his figure and then quietly ran to the sounding place.

Not long, I saw a wide stone house under a snowy mountain. A big man with a tiger's back and bear waist was sitting on a stone chair, fencing and singing loudly, indescribably heroic.

This big man is two meters tall, with a wide lion's eyes and a beard like thatched grass. He wears a bronze armor and is as muscular as a dragon. He holds a dazzling broad sword in his palm. He sits with a smell of dragons and tigers.