Chapter 774 Three Years of Meditation

The celestial mirror released the original array, but this time it was not the repulsive light, but shot out in all directions. The shadowless brilliance was immediately full of a radius of a hundred feet, and any clues could be detected.

Suddenly, the sky mirror was slightly paired, and the handle of the mirror turned, pointing to the east.

Wang Wujian was shocked and didn't expect that he could really feel anything, but he looked east, and there was just a big mountain in front of him, hundreds of feet wide, and there was no second way at all.

"Is the door to the fairyland hidden on the snowy mountain?"

Wang Wujian asked himself.

The snowy mountain does not give people a cold atmosphere, but a kind of quiet ethereal. Although it is really touchable, it makes people feel ethereal and has an indescribable sense of dreaminess.

"Bear by the way, it's this kind of atmosphere. It's getting stronger and stronger. I'm sure that this should be the entrance to the fairyland. Find out where there is a gateway?"

The old turtle is very excited.

Wang Wujian didn't meet it routinely. Where is the portal? Even the sky mirror can't accurately feel the origin of this mysterious breath. Is the portal actually so easy to find?

At this time, Wang Wujian suddenly felt that he had entered a strange space. Unlike just now, it was like a vacuum zone, with no aura or cold, which was completely different from the mainland and mysterious.

The mysterious breath made Wang Wujian stop, and the sky mirror released the original array to further explore the mystery here.

"The fairyland is here."

The old turtle said excitedly.

"Where's the entrance?"

Wang Wujian is skeptical.

"With my heart, I haven't been in!"

The old turtle said that its current state can only rely on Wang Wujian to enter the fairyland.

Wang Wujian stood in the air, closed his eyes, and felt around him. There was spiritual power emerging on the surface of his body. It was urgent and slow. It was another way of cultivation, not only to temper his body, but also to enhance his spiritual strength.

A day passed quietly, Wang Wujian hung in the air and did not move, as if everything was empty, integrated with the ice and snow mountains and rivers. Instead of losing color and weakness, his face was full of energy and shining all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be strong and powerful, which seemed to be a higher level.

Suddenly, he felt a sacred and peaceful breath enveloped him. To be precise, although he stayed in mid-air and motionless, he suddenly stepped into another heavenly emperor like walking thousands of miles. The aura here was full, but different from the secular breath, which made people couldn't help but be full of respect and breathing. They all become lighter.

All kinds of figures are very vague, but they make people feel real, as if they are sleepwalking.

Wang Wujian looked up and suddenly found that there was a region with no vitality. There was resentment and murderousness rising to the sky, which was the opposite of this place, as if hundreds of miles away, there were indeed two different worlds.

That's an ancient battlefield that I don't know how many years ago!

Wang Wujian slowly walked over. As the distance got closer, the evil spirit in the ancient battlefield became stronger and stronger, hitting him in the face like a mocking wind.

The ancient battlefield is very vast, and there is no end at a glance, but it is desolate. Even if people with iron hearts stand here, they will be sad. How many heroes should be buried in the vast barren land! The dense spider web-like cracks on the ground are the only witness of the fierce battle in those years. After many years, even the bones no longer exist, and the powerful magic weapons are also fragmented and become fossils that turn into ashes at a touch.

At this time, the distance of the ancient battlefield suddenly became wolf smoke everywhere, and the rolling black fog rushed straight to the sky. The sky and the earth were connected in an instant. The black ghost fog rushed to this side like a flood peak.

Thunder and lightning are flying, the waves are surging, like thousands of horses galloping, and the sound is like the collapse of the earth. The grand momentum rolls up the dust a hundred feet ago, and the dead earth seems to have turned into a boiling ocean. The dust is like waves, the sky is surging, the power is in all directions, and the sky and the world are fading.

Wang Wujian was shocked, especially the terrible killing spirit in front of him. Although he was thousands of miles away, he felt that his soul was punished. The magnificent breath was imposed on his soul like a sea of knives and fire, giving him endless pain.

He wanted to urge the repulsion mirror to resist this violent breath, but he felt that he had lost contact with the repulsion mirror and wanted to summon the overpass map to protect himself, but he found that the overpass map was motionless like a rock. He even found that his legs seemed to be nailed in mid-air, and he couldn't run even if he wanted to.

Wang Wujian hasn't experienced this feeling of helplessness for a long time. At this moment, he seems to be having a nightmare. Although he has the consciousness to break free from the nightmare, he can't wake up.

Dreams and reality are strongly opposed.

The stormy black wolf smoke came in the blink of an eye, and the whole world was eclipsed. It was not until this moment that Wang Wujian saw what was in the fierce thick fog. It was actually countless ghosts. There were warriors in armor, fierce gods with broken limbs, and big monsters like hills. This death army exploded. It made a shocking whistling sound, shocked the sky, and the sky trembled.

"Ah..."

At the moment when he was swallowed up by the death army, Wang Wujian finally roared for a long time. The magic weapon could not be used. He could only rely on himself to resist the impossible sworn enemy.

It was also at this moment that an auspicious cloud-like thing with golden light appeared above Wang Wujian's head. It was his martial soul. The combination of two martial souls was invincible. Unfortunately, he had never tried to use the power of the martial soul. In this almost lifeless moment, he finally used the energy of the martial soul.

A round of bright golden light burst out from the two martial souls, shining a square of three feet, and the light extinguished everything from the conflict.

Compared with the boundless army of death, this small light spot is insignificant, but it holds up a small world at this moment, peaceful, peaceful and sacred.

Wang Wujian stared at the two martial souls above his head, and his hanging heart suddenly realized that the strength he had shown in the past was false. Even if he had the two most powerful magic weapons in the world, the sky mirror and the overpass map, it is inevitable to die at this moment. Only the powerful body is the most real.

"For many years, it turns out that I'm just a paper tiger, pathetic..."

Wang Wujian smiled bitterly. At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the fate lock of the second life. Suddenly, he had a clear goal in his heart, which was to become stronger and become a veritable strong man, instead of relying on magic weapons.

Wang Wujian calmed down, and his mind became extremely calm at this moment. Although it was full of murderousness, it was still not difficult for him to realize the vitality. As long as there was movement, there must be vitality in the place. The vitality in this environment was extremely small, but he still accurately grasped it, condensed the vitality, and broke Extermination of danger.

Wang Wujian controls the martial soul. As a martial spirit, he is a sad person. Only now did he realize the importance of the martial soul to the martial spirit. It is the hub of communication between the soul and the outside world. It quotes the spirit of heaven and earth and absorbs the essence of nature. Even the most subtle vitality can't be let go.

In this way, Wang Wujian sat quietly in the air. No matter how the army of death in all directions roared and galloped, he stood still and acted as if he didn't know.

Unconsciously, three years have passed. In the past three years, this ancient battlefield has been as ferocious as the end of the world every day. The wolf smoke is endless, and the killing is endless, and the atmosphere of killing covers the sky and the sun.

"Everything is broken!"

Wang Wujian opened his eyes and shot out two bright moon-like eyes. He was flawless and calm. Even if there were countless soldiers fighting, he ignored them.

The golden two martial souls are more stylish. It was originally hazy, but now it is almost materialized, as if it is a golden auspicious cloud suspended above his head. The light is like the sun, emitting a soft but indestructible light, and the covering range has changed from the original three feet to the current hundred feet. It can be said that it is within a hundred feet. Earth, otherwise a little dust of chaos in the outside world.

"With my divine light, shine on the earth!"

Wang Wujian waved his hands, and the martial soul entered the body. His whole body burst into a brilliant golden light. At this moment, he became a golden sun. The light shines on everything. Wherever the light passes, all the fierceness turns into nothing. He is like a savior, saving all the immortal undead. The dust returns to dust, the earth returns to the earth, and everything returns to plain. .

The ancient battlefield instantly restored the original calm. The golden light shone, sweeping away the previous dead mirror image. It is very harmonious, neither alive nor dead. It is a turbid world for a little destruction and development.

Wang Wujian glanced at the world calmly. The front was the ancient battlefield that had been silent for countless years, and the back was the dream fairyland of immortality. It was not a formal step difference, or heaven or hell?

"From now on, heaven and hell are allowed to enter!"

Wang Wujian took a big step forward. This step did tear the void and took a step. Suddenly, a cool chill swept over, and the whole world was crystal clear, covered with snow and stretching for thousands of miles.

"I'm back!"

Wang Wujian sighed and did not protect his body with spiritual power because of the cold. Instead, allowing the cold current in the North Pole to clean his body is another realm of purification.

"Hey, you have been one for three years. I thought you were sitting down!"

The voice of the old turtle came from the full moon machete, which was obviously a little lack of confidence. Obviously, a lot of essence had been melted in the past three years, and he couldn't get an answer no matter how hard he shouted Wang Wujian in these three years, as if the two were in a different world.

"You're not dead yet?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice, and Wang Wujian was a little surprised.

The old turtle really has the impulse to scold his mother. It turns out that Wang Wujian can't wait for it to die, but there is nothing he can do. In the past three years, he has been watching the change of Wang Wujian, which is simply reborn.

"You have entered the fairyland, and now you have achieved great cultivation. According to the agreement, you should let me out, right?"

The old turtle said pitifully.

"Fairyland? Is that the fairyland? I have the possibility of being swallowed up every second. That kind of ghost place can also be called fairyland?

Wang Wujian smiled and said that he really can't let go of this old turtle. It is the natural life of the emperor of heaven. Once it falls into the hands of the emperor of heaven, the emperor of heaven can return to the peak, and the consequences are unimaginable. But at the same time, he has to admit that the place where he has been living in the past three years is indeed a fairyland, a place where he died.