Chapter 6 Stepping on a Learning Journey

For several brothers, Wang Wujian has little affection or even little emotion, because the word "brother" in his impression is abuse, that is, killing each other, because everyone inherits the opportunity of the family head, and almost everyone will do anything for it, but Wang Wujian hates this kind of hook. Fight in the heart.

However, Wang Chaotian's words also flew into the ears of the martial arts technician Wang Gui, and as soon as he said his words, he realized his stupid move, because at this moment, the martial arts technician and the head of the family glared at him.

Wang Chaotian submissively retreated into the crowd. He was unwilling to continue to argue or make useless explanations, which could only cause more trouble.

"Everyone listens to the order and return immediately!" Wang Hong gave orders to everyone, but his eyes looked at the magnificent sea of fire. There were two clusters of vigorous flames reflected in his bright eyes, like two fire dragons.

The powerful lizard army shuttled to the dark land of China again like a ghost, looking down from a high altitude, flying close to the ground like a long sword.

This is a near-perfect attack. Only nine martial arts spirits in the Lizard Legion were killed, while the other party had only one alive.

When stepping out of the ruined city, a shining thing attracted the attention of Wang Wujian. He drove the lizard and reached out to pick it up. It was a semi-circular luminous jade pendant engraved with a strange pattern.

"This just saved the fugitive." Wang Wujian stroked the pattern above and said, "It's more like a family emblem."

"Lost it or give it to me." The martial arts technician suddenly appeared behind him and said in a commanding tone.

"Why?" Wang Wujian held it in both hands and asked alertly in front of his chest.

"It may cause you unnecessary trouble!" The martial arts technician cautiously warned.

"Haha, isn't it just a kid? I'm not afraid! This is my booty." Wang Wujian stuffed it in his arms and ran in front with a grimace.

With the booty of the first battle of his life, Wang Wujian fell asleep in the early morning excitedly. However, when he was dreaming of accepting the coronation ceremony of the spiritual emperor, he was woken up by a rapid knock on the door.

Wang Wujian rolled out of bed in a daze and opened the door. Outside stood Wang Gui, an energetic martial arts technician.

"Wake up quickly! We have to go." The martial arts technician smiled.

" On the road? Where are you going? Wang Wujian stretched out his waist and asked.

"Shengwu Academy, I just received the news that this class has started early." The martial arts technician said.

"Really?" Wang Wujian shouted in surprise, "When are you going to leave?"

"We have to leave after breakfast. Our schedule is very tight." After saying that, the martial artist turned around and left.

"Haha, that's great." Wang Wujian clapped his hands and shouted. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time. According to the martial artist, any talented student may become the spiritual emperor after hard study and experience, and he just met these conditions: agile reaction and firm will.

Wang Gui drove a tall car, pulled by two strong black horses, galloping on the road to the north.

"Don't be eye-catching and keep a low profile, so that you can survive better in the college!" This is the reason why the martial artist explained why he didn't use a tame monster as a mount.

Wang Wujian nodded as if he didn't understand. He did not object to slowly bumping thousands of miles, so that he could look more carefully at the scenery along the way.

"The college happens to be in winter, and you can see half a meter of snow." This is what my brother once told him.

Wang Wujian was extremely excited when he heard it, because he could really feel the difference between severe cold and hot heat, and a large number of peers could make snowmen or have snowball fights together.

After three days of bumps, the road of the car is a forest, and there are many villages along the way, but most of them have been abandoned and there is no smoke.

After dusk, when the carriage gallops by, crows often scream and disperse.

Wang Wujian did not put down the curtains of the side window all the way. He has never been far away since he has grown up. It is the first time he has seen many environmental customs along the way. Even on both sides of this deserted and gloomy road, he feels extremely wonderful.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the road is getting darker and darker, but the two horses run faster under the drive of Wang Gui, because it doesn't take much time to reach the town in front of them.

In a blink of an eye, he drove into the dark woods in front of him, and the thick and tall trees on both sides flashed by, leaving rows of narrow tails in Wang Wujian's mind like phantoms.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in the distance, but it was thrown behind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wang Wujian became more and more curious. He held the window with both hands and leaned out his head to look out. To his surprise, he looked up and saw that there were all graves about ten feet away from the road, and the cemetery did not know how far it was. In the gray, it seemed to be endless.

"How can there be such a huge tomb forest?" Wang Wujian sighed.

Next, Wang Wujian saw some white figures floating around the cemetery one after another, a little comfortable and a little horrible.

"Is it a ghost? Uncle Dagui." Wang Wujian shouted at Wang Gui, who was driving.

How can a strong man in the spiritual realm like Wang Gui pay attention to some ghosts remaining in the world, still paying attention to the road ahead, shouting from time to time, urging two sweaty black horses. They haven't taken a breath for nearly a day!

A mysterious light flashed by, leaving a colorful tail above the gloomy tomb forest.

"Is it a free yuan god?" Wang Wujian asked in surprise.

But the light spot is fleeting, followed by a group of seemingly ghostly things, and their teeth and claws, as if they were chasing something.

Wang Wujian hurriedly ran to the entrance of the car and pulled up the curtain. Wang Gui heard his movement, turned his head and glanced at him. He shouted against the wind, "Go in, don't make a fuss!"

"I seem to have seen the free yuan god!" Wang Wujian half knelt in front of the exit, held the door frame with both hands, and shouted urgently.

Wang Gui glanced sideways at the dead tombs, and then stared at Wang Wujian and continued to drive the car.

Wang Wujian shouted excitedly for a while and even wanted to jump down to find out, but finally returned to the car unhappily.

"I must be dazzle!" Wang Wujian said to himself.

Creating a Yuanshen is an extremely complex process. First, you have to choose the right object, then subdue it, and finally put it in the sea crystal altar to melt. Under the catalysis of alchemy, it can become the prototype of the Yuanshen after seven, seven or forty-nine days. At this time, the Yuanshen still retains the divine consciousness of the original body, so the last procedure is Cleaning its consciousness requires the owner to consume a lot of martial soul. If there is an accident during this period, if it escapes, you can only hold your knees and shout injustice.

Because although the yuanshen is not aggressive in front of him, no matter how clumsy it was, the speed at this time is absolutely fast, and a martial spirit can never catch up.

In this way, this yuan god becomes a free yuan god. Although it is not aggressive and cannot return to the prototype, it retains the original divine consciousness and is more convenient to survive than in the past.

Just as Wang Wujian saw the flashing light spot again, a fierce evil spirit suddenly gushed out of the tombs and rushed to this side overwhelmingly.

The two horses screamed, and the car stumbled as if it had collapsed, swinging Wang Wu's sword on the board of the carriage.

When Wang Wujian leaned on a corner and stabilized his body, he found that there was a strong layer of purple light around the carriage. There was no fierce spirit just now, and all the unstable factors seemed to be quiet in an moment.

"What a powerful force!" Wang Wujian sighed that this is not only out of admiration for the martial arts technician, but also out of the awe of the source of evil gas. The person who can stimulate such a powerful breath must be a rare peerless master.

"But why does he have such a penetrating evil spirit?" Wang Wujian couldn't help opening the curtain again to peep.

However, to his disappointment, the car had driven out of the tomb forest area. At this time, it galloped on the barren road between the mountains, and his eyes were full of mountains, with no head in front and no tail.

"It's really a free yuan god!" Wang Wujian held the window with his hands and poked out his head to look in the direction of the distant tomb forest. However, except for the darkness, it was still dark, and the hazy night sky was reluctant to emit a trace of light.

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After about half an hour, the carriage finally stopped bumping. Wang Wujian followed the martial arts technician and peeped left and right curiously. It was the first time he saw a house like this.

Almost all the rooms are suspended, dragged by several rows of thick wooden piles. It has a floating feeling, which looks extremely magical, and there is a black lantern hanging on the left side of the beam of each house.

After hasty eating for the night, Wang Wujian and Wang Gui entered the room separately and went to rest separately.

Although Wang Wujian was a little tired, he lay on the back and turned and couldn't sleep. He clenched the alchemy in his hand and thought how good it would be if he could catch the wandering yuan god!

"The free yuan god must be the best. If I can get it, I will definitely have an advantage among my peers!" Wang Wujian stared at the roof of the black paint and suddenly said.

However, the source of evil qi, which is so powerful that it is so powerful that he has a lingering fear. From his intuition, it can be concluded that his strength is at least equivalent to a martial spirit in the mysterious realm. Once he meets him, the result is self-evident.

Wang Wujian lay anxiously on ** for a while and climbed on the table for a while, but more often he climbed in front of the window and looked in the direction of the tomb forest. He always played with a small bottle containing alchemy in his hand.

"Wow, wow..." A few strange screams like dog barking and howling like wolves sounded in the stables of the inn. It is a kind of monster called "dog wolf", which is famous for its meekness and speed. They are usually caught as tools to tame and haul vehicles, which is many times faster than that of a thousand-mile horse!