Chapter: 637
And because Zhuo Wen has practiced the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing", his spiritual power in Niwan Palace is as high as ninety-nine and eighty-one. If Zhuo Wen's spiritual power really reaches the fourth rank, relying on mental power alone may no longer be enough. Weaker than the Three Wheels Emperor Realm.
If Zhuo Wen's spiritual power breaks through and reaches the fourth-rank Arcanist, Zhuo Wen will not be afraid of Lu Yongsheng at all.
Seeing Zhuo Wen doubting himself, the white-haired old man immediately blew his beard and stared, and said, "It's just forcibly promoting you to a fourth-rank Arcanist. Why is it so difficult? For the old man, it's just a matter of effort." .�
As he said that, a terrifying aura gushed out of the white-haired old man's body. This aura was as vast as the ocean, as vast as the boundless starry sky. In front of this aura, Zhuo Wen was like a small boat capsized in a storm. , small and humble.
"What a powerful breath, how can this breath be so powerful?"
Zhuo Wen's face finally showed a hint of horror. The aura of the white-haired old man in front of him was so strong that he had no strength to resist at all. In Zhuo Wen's feeling, the aura of Muqin Hou Lu Nantian was far away. Far less than one-thousandth of this white-haired old man, this old man is too terrifying.
"Who is this old man? Why is his breath so terrifying?"
At this moment, under this breath, Zhuo Wen's body actually began to show signs of cracking, and traces of dark red blood flowed from his naked body, looking stern and hideous.
The white-haired old man also saw Zhuo Wen's strangeness, and quickly restrained his breath, looked at Zhuo Wen apologetically, and said, "You know how powerful this old man is! Come here, and this old man will give you initiation and help you break through the fourth rank!"
As he said that, the white-haired old man waved his right hand, and the powerful force immediately pulled Zhuowen in front of him, stretched out a thin arm, and gently tapped Zhuowen's eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen only felt a burst of coolness between his brows, and immediately a wave of strong spiritual power was continuously poured into Zhuowen's Niwan Palace from the old man's hand.
Boom!
The Niwan Palace is like a thunderbolt on the flat ground, and the mental power inside it turns into a whirlpool, like a sea that accommodates all rivers, sucking in all the spiritual power that the white-haired old man has input into the Niwan Palace, without rejecting anyone who comes.
As the spiritual power continued to enter, the vortex-shaped spiritual power in the Niwan Palace expanded rapidly, and finally enveloped the entire Niwan Palace. When the vortex swelled to the extreme, it exploded with a bang, and the vortex-shaped spiritual force exploded. Power turned into a rain of light.
Numerous light rains regrouped and condensed in the Niwan Palace, and finally the spiritual capacity formed in the Niwan Palace became much smaller than before, but Zhuo Wen could feel that this spiritual force was much tougher than before.
If the spiritual power of Niwan Palace was a fragile thread in the past, then now the spiritual power of Niwan Palace is a steel wire as strong as a stone.
Slowly opened his eyes, a ray of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, Zhuo Wen's face was full of excitement, at the same time, countless spiritual storms rose out of thin air around Zhuo Wen, raging continuously in the void Destruction, its space is directly torn to pieces by this kind of spiritual storm.
"Is this the power of the fourth grade spiritual power?"
Feeling the destructive and terrifying spiritual storm in the void, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of joy, the destructive power of the fourth-grade spiritual power somewhat exceeded his expectations.
"Boy! Since the old man has given you the empowerment and helped you break through, then you should also borrow the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" from the old man!" The white-haired old man rubbed his hands and approached Zhuo Wendao again.
"Thank you senior, this time senior has really helped the boy a lot! It is natural for senior to borrow the "Ten Thousand Yan Sutra", if it is not for the fact that the boy has not yet fully cultivated the "Ten Thousand Yan Sutra", why not just give it to senior? "Zhuowen cupped his hands gratefully, and with a move of his right hand, he took out an iron piece from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the white-haired old man.
"Senior, what is recorded in this iron sheet is the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing"!"
The white-haired old man quickly took the iron piece, and said with a smile: "Young man is quite straightforward, I like your character! But you can rest assured, the old man just read it, and it will be returned to you after reading it, and I won't take it from you." The little guy is cheap."
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen let out a sigh in his heart. What he was most afraid of was that the terrifying old man in front of him would not return the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" after taking it away!
With the old man's frightening strength, Zhuo Wen had absolutely no ability to get back the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" from the hands of the white-haired old man.
After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man stopped paying attention to Zhuo Wen, but began to concentrate on checking the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" in the iron sheet. As time passed, the old man's brows sometimes stretched, sometimes wrinkled, sometimes swearing, and sometimes applauding. Acts like a lunatic.
About an hour or so later, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he laughed and said: "So that's the case, no wonder the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" can have the effect of splitting spiritual power, it turns out this is the principle , Why didn�t the old man expect it at the beginning? It�s so wonderful, haha!�
Looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, the white-haired old man stepped on the sole of his foot, and the whole person disappeared in place. In the next moment, he was already thousands of miles away, almost turning into a small black spot.
Whoosh!
The iron piece turned into a black awn and landed gently on Zhuo Wen's palm. At the same time, the sound of the white-haired old man's laughter sounded like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the void.
"Little guy! I really want to thank you this time. The old man has searched the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" for thousands of years, but he has never found any clues! I didn't expect that the cloth left at random would bring you, kid Come to this old man, and you still have the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" on your body, it seems that God really helped me!"
"Haha! Little guy, your talent is very good, maybe we will meet again in the near future! Now the old man will take a step forward."
The wild laughter of the white-haired old man sounded in his ears, and Zhuo Wen's eyes were also surprised. It took thousands of years just to find the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing". What kind of old monster is this? After all, he can live thousands of years. A young warrior must at least be in the realm of imperial power!
"This old man is at least a strong man in the imperial power realm! It's really terrifying. I was lucky enough to meet the legendary strong man in the imperial power realm, and it seems that the spiritual strength of this old man is also extremely terrifying, at least A sixth-grade Arcanist, what an old monster!"
Looking at the figure in the distance, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of complex expressions. This is the second time he has seen a strong man in the imperial power realm. The first time was when he was in the ancient cave, the old man in sackcloth who protected Mu Chenxue .
"Boy! Hurry up and wake up."
In the cave, in front of the dim bonfire, Xiao Hei looked solemnly at Zhuo Wen who suddenly became sluggish in front of him. After Zhuowen tried to detect the cloth in his hand just now, he suddenly became like this in an instant!
"What the hell is going on with this cloth? After this kid's spiritual power touched this cloth, he became such a lost soul!"
Just when Xiao Hei was at a loss what to do, a powerful aura burst out from Zhuo Wen's body, and the surging spiritual power spread throughout the cave like a vast sea.
"What a powerful spirit! Huh? How can this spiritual force be so powerful? It is already comparable to a fourth-rank Arcanist!" JrNovels.com
If Zhuo Wen's spiritual power breaks through and reaches the fourth-rank Arcanist, Zhuo Wen will not be afraid of Lu Yongsheng at all.
Seeing Zhuo Wen doubting himself, the white-haired old man immediately blew his beard and stared, and said, "It's just forcibly promoting you to a fourth-rank Arcanist. Why is it so difficult? For the old man, it's just a matter of effort." .�
As he said that, a terrifying aura gushed out of the white-haired old man's body. This aura was as vast as the ocean, as vast as the boundless starry sky. In front of this aura, Zhuo Wen was like a small boat capsized in a storm. , small and humble.
"What a powerful breath, how can this breath be so powerful?"
Zhuo Wen's face finally showed a hint of horror. The aura of the white-haired old man in front of him was so strong that he had no strength to resist at all. In Zhuo Wen's feeling, the aura of Muqin Hou Lu Nantian was far away. Far less than one-thousandth of this white-haired old man, this old man is too terrifying.
"Who is this old man? Why is his breath so terrifying?"
At this moment, under this breath, Zhuo Wen's body actually began to show signs of cracking, and traces of dark red blood flowed from his naked body, looking stern and hideous.
The white-haired old man also saw Zhuo Wen's strangeness, and quickly restrained his breath, looked at Zhuo Wen apologetically, and said, "You know how powerful this old man is! Come here, and this old man will give you initiation and help you break through the fourth rank!"
As he said that, the white-haired old man waved his right hand, and the powerful force immediately pulled Zhuowen in front of him, stretched out a thin arm, and gently tapped Zhuowen's eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen only felt a burst of coolness between his brows, and immediately a wave of strong spiritual power was continuously poured into Zhuowen's Niwan Palace from the old man's hand.
Boom!
The Niwan Palace is like a thunderbolt on the flat ground, and the mental power inside it turns into a whirlpool, like a sea that accommodates all rivers, sucking in all the spiritual power that the white-haired old man has input into the Niwan Palace, without rejecting anyone who comes.
As the spiritual power continued to enter, the vortex-shaped spiritual power in the Niwan Palace expanded rapidly, and finally enveloped the entire Niwan Palace. When the vortex swelled to the extreme, it exploded with a bang, and the vortex-shaped spiritual force exploded. Power turned into a rain of light.
Numerous light rains regrouped and condensed in the Niwan Palace, and finally the spiritual capacity formed in the Niwan Palace became much smaller than before, but Zhuo Wen could feel that this spiritual force was much tougher than before.
If the spiritual power of Niwan Palace was a fragile thread in the past, then now the spiritual power of Niwan Palace is a steel wire as strong as a stone.
Slowly opened his eyes, a ray of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, Zhuo Wen's face was full of excitement, at the same time, countless spiritual storms rose out of thin air around Zhuo Wen, raging continuously in the void Destruction, its space is directly torn to pieces by this kind of spiritual storm.
"Is this the power of the fourth grade spiritual power?"
Feeling the destructive and terrifying spiritual storm in the void, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of joy, the destructive power of the fourth-grade spiritual power somewhat exceeded his expectations.
"Boy! Since the old man has given you the empowerment and helped you break through, then you should also borrow the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" from the old man!" The white-haired old man rubbed his hands and approached Zhuo Wendao again.
"Thank you senior, this time senior has really helped the boy a lot! It is natural for senior to borrow the "Ten Thousand Yan Sutra", if it is not for the fact that the boy has not yet fully cultivated the "Ten Thousand Yan Sutra", why not just give it to senior? "Zhuowen cupped his hands gratefully, and with a move of his right hand, he took out an iron piece from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the white-haired old man.
"Senior, what is recorded in this iron sheet is the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing"!"
The white-haired old man quickly took the iron piece, and said with a smile: "Young man is quite straightforward, I like your character! But you can rest assured, the old man just read it, and it will be returned to you after reading it, and I won't take it from you." The little guy is cheap."
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen let out a sigh in his heart. What he was most afraid of was that the terrifying old man in front of him would not return the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" after taking it away!
With the old man's frightening strength, Zhuo Wen had absolutely no ability to get back the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" from the hands of the white-haired old man.
After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man stopped paying attention to Zhuo Wen, but began to concentrate on checking the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" in the iron sheet. As time passed, the old man's brows sometimes stretched, sometimes wrinkled, sometimes swearing, and sometimes applauding. Acts like a lunatic.
About an hour or so later, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he laughed and said: "So that's the case, no wonder the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" can have the effect of splitting spiritual power, it turns out this is the principle , Why didn�t the old man expect it at the beginning? It�s so wonderful, haha!�
Looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, the white-haired old man stepped on the sole of his foot, and the whole person disappeared in place. In the next moment, he was already thousands of miles away, almost turning into a small black spot.
Whoosh!
The iron piece turned into a black awn and landed gently on Zhuo Wen's palm. At the same time, the sound of the white-haired old man's laughter sounded like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the void.
"Little guy! I really want to thank you this time. The old man has searched the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" for thousands of years, but he has never found any clues! I didn't expect that the cloth left at random would bring you, kid Come to this old man, and you still have the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing" on your body, it seems that God really helped me!"
"Haha! Little guy, your talent is very good, maybe we will meet again in the near future! Now the old man will take a step forward."
The wild laughter of the white-haired old man sounded in his ears, and Zhuo Wen's eyes were also surprised. It took thousands of years just to find the "Wan Yan Zhen Jing". What kind of old monster is this? After all, he can live thousands of years. A young warrior must at least be in the realm of imperial power!
"This old man is at least a strong man in the imperial power realm! It's really terrifying. I was lucky enough to meet the legendary strong man in the imperial power realm, and it seems that the spiritual strength of this old man is also extremely terrifying, at least A sixth-grade Arcanist, what an old monster!"
Looking at the figure in the distance, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of complex expressions. This is the second time he has seen a strong man in the imperial power realm. The first time was when he was in the ancient cave, the old man in sackcloth who protected Mu Chenxue .
"Boy! Hurry up and wake up."
In the cave, in front of the dim bonfire, Xiao Hei looked solemnly at Zhuo Wen who suddenly became sluggish in front of him. After Zhuowen tried to detect the cloth in his hand just now, he suddenly became like this in an instant!
"What the hell is going on with this cloth? After this kid's spiritual power touched this cloth, he became such a lost soul!"
Just when Xiao Hei was at a loss what to do, a powerful aura burst out from Zhuo Wen's body, and the surging spiritual power spread throughout the cave like a vast sea.
"What a powerful spirit! Huh? How can this spiritual force be so powerful? It is already comparable to a fourth-rank Arcanist!" JrNovels.com
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