Chapter 1170 Promotion, the top of immortals

Unconsciously, the time of one day and one night has passed.

Zhong Yuan completely swallowed the golden fairy body of the black-robed monk and made it clean. At this time, his body has nearly doubled.

Although Zhong Yuan himself did not really know about Jin Xian Zhenjun, nor did he know much of Jin Xian Zhenjun, there is no doubt that he can confirm it. That is, his current body, among the junior golden immortals, even if he is not the strongest, he definitely belongs to the ranks of high-level, crushing countless junior golden immortals.

However, at this moment, his real cultivation is still just a high-level perfection of immortality. Normally, his current powerful body contains endless potential, which can definitely evolve more and more power in quality. However, in any case, the meaning of his power is to be motionless and has never increased at all.

At this moment, even Zhong Yuan himself thinks he is a pervert.

"Is it true that it really requires me to have some understanding before I can be promoted smoothly?"

Zhong Yuan speculated in his heart, and his face unconsciously showed a wry smile.

Perhaps, for any other monk, the waiting, perception and breakthrough of this bottleneck period are extremely normal, and there is nothing to say. However, Zhong Yuan is different. Because his current combat strength has far exceeded the jurisdiction of his own realm. Perhaps it will be easier for him to touch a higher level of magic. After all, his daily battle is all. But. Let him understand those low-level principles. But it's difficult.

Because even if he finds a thousand or ten thousand monks of that level to play against him now, he will not have the slightest feeling, because those people can't even take the power of one punch.

Some people may wonder, in this case, why not self-made cultivation and self-made combat power. How about playing against those low-level beings and seeking insights?

Zhong Yuan also thought about this, but. After all, he didn't try like this. He didn't think that kind of battle was too hard. Instead, such a battle, rather than the road to be taken, is completely two ways. The road he takes is to break the method with force and break the skill with force. Power is respected, and power is everything.

If you lose your strength, you can think about your skills instead. Perhaps, in a short period of time, the combat effectiveness will increase, but in the long distance, it may set up a very thick barrier.

Because people always like to relax. The smoke is hard. After trying to relax, what kind of "brute force" to fight with, it will be very uncomfortable. And this kind of maladjustment is at a critical moment. It's probably killing me.

This road is not open. Zhong Yuan has no other way to think about it. He can only wait like this and wait for his own home. With a flash of inspiration, he can feel what he needs, break through the current obstacles, and achieve the cultivation of the ultimate cultivation of immortals.

After a few sighs, Zhong Yuan put away his mood and regained his peace. After that, he was not in a hurry to go to Tiandu City to kill the ninth traitor, because for him now, it was too simple to kill the traitor.

Therefore, Zhong Yuan's heart became ethereal again and began to practice the mirror and mixed element hammer as described in his memory.

Zhong Yuan's first choice was that he was as true as a divine mirror. On the one hand, he was the magic power of the town and was easier to practice; on the other hand, the increase in combat power he could bring to himself was also immediate.

Wuxiangzhen is like a divine mirror. When Zhong Yuan practices, he is not as difficult as ordinary monks, which seems very relaxed.

In just a moment, he had already glimpsed the hall for the first time; a quarter of an hour later, it was quite familiar, and a hazy round mirror shadow appeared; half an hour later, Zhong Yuan had already entered the room, and when his mind moved, he could show the incomparable truth like a divine mirror, crystal clear, like glass,

After an hour, in Zhong Yuan's [body], he condensed the true seed of the real name of the divine power, and the consciousness of the Yuanshen was included in it. At that time, the void in all directions seemed to have become an extension of his own body, and all the residual imprints on it became his own.

In the movement of the mind, twelve arms suddenly appeared on the body. Each arm waved a magic power, each of which was not what Zhong Yuan had practiced, or gorgeous, gloomy, or all demons crying, or sharp, ...

Twelve magical power, all bombarded into the void. When it was, they walked in the void and made a space tunnel.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan understood that his short-term study could end here, because after that, more in-depth, even he could not be promoted in a short time.

At present, Zhong Yuan did not pause at all, so he began to understand the hammer.

The mixed element hammer is really worthy of the no superior magic power, Zhong Yuan, based on the meaning of power, retreating to the evolution of the reincarnation of life and death, did not understand much of the true meaning.

In this regard, Zhong Yuan was not discouraged, because he knew very well that if the mixed hammer was so easy to succeed in cultivation, it was not enough for him to be called a no-level magic power.

Therefore, Zhong Yuan's heart was very calm and not affected at all. Gradually, the powerful advantage of the meaning of force was brought into play, and began to feel a little bit of the eyebrows, and then began to unconsciously understand and practice.

At this moment, when Zhong Yuan was completely immersed in the practice of no superior magic power, his power itself began to tremble inexplicably.

This kind of tremor is not very large, so Zhong Yuan couldn't find it.

With his understanding of the mixed hammer, he became deeper and deeper. With his practice, he became deeper and deeper, and the tremor of the meaning of force became bigger and stronger.

Almost half an hour passed, and suddenly, the tremor of the meaning of the force stopped. If a hundred birds returned to the nest, they all converged into Zhong Yuan's [body]. The next moment, the meaning of power rushes out again. However, at this time, the meaning of the power rushes out is different from the previous meaning of power. It is no longer the fog, but turns into a cloudy light like water, and there is no other color, that is, transparent and clear.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan naturally came to his senses and realized everything now.

Now, without any experiment, he can understand that he is no longer a high-level perfect monk of immortals, but a top monk of immortals.