Beiyin Great Sage

Magical skill!

It's not a fake magic skill.

Zhou Jia took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and slowly immersed himself in it.

The moment he broke through the realm of Dzogchen, many insights came to his mind, as if he had cast the Hundred Wars Heavenly Law hundreds of millions of times in just a short moment.

How to use more energy to save energy, how to use force to make it stronger, and how to make everything perfect without any flaws.

Everything suddenly became clear.

like……

Qualitative change occurs after quantitative change reaches a certain level!

"Buzz..."

As soon as the thought occurred, the essence and spirit trembled slightly, and an invisible wave emerged, turning into a force that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and surrounded the surroundings.

Bai Zhan Tian Luo (magical skill): Proficient.

It should be a natural breakthrough with a deep foundation. There are no two stages of entry and proficiency. Baizhan Tianluo is directly proficient.

"The defense power has been increased by three times, and the consumption has been reduced by 60%. It can absorb the free source power between heaven and earth to maintain its current status."

"The technique of exerting force is more perfect."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhou Jia silently felt the changes in Bai Zhan Tian Luo.

These are secondary.

What really matters is...

"Nature!"

"This martial art is fundamentally different from the previous ones. It is not just a skill, it is more like some kind of... magical power."

"A magical power that comes out instantly with a thought and has perfect defense!"

However, in the Ancient God Realm, there is obviously no such thing as magical power. Extraordinary martial arts and source techniques are collectively referred to as divine skills.

Just as Yun Haitang said.

This is a skill that cannot be touched by mortals and belongs to gods!

But obviously.

Her words are biased. Mortals can also acquire magical skills through acquired efforts, but it is relatively difficult.

Zhou Jia opened his eyes and was full of energy.

After advancing, Baizhan Tianluo's defense is no longer limited to martial arts and source techniques, and even spiritual shocks and curses can also be intercepted.

There is no need to use it specifically, it can be turned into a piece of clothing to cover the whole body all the time, and the consumption under normal circumstances is almost negligible.

This is the essential difference.

With his current level of cultivation, fifth-level silver might not be able to get close without special means.

This,

Just under normal conditions.

If it inspires violence and dominance, the defense will be even stronger.

But if there is a magical skill that cannot be solved, it is not seen.

As long as the power is strong enough, it can be destroyed by force. Just like when he uses Yang Wu Lei with all his strength, Bai Zhan Tian Luo may not be able to block it.

Magic skills.

It just means that the realm is high enough, the potential is stronger, and some aspects are beyond the scope of what mortals can understand.

"enough!"

Zhou Jia's eyes lit up:

"The Seven Mysteries of Tongtian are completed, and the longevity is greatly increased. Now that I have obtained the magical skills, I can look forward to the great path."

"Um……"

"There's one more thing."

Turn around and push open the stone door at the back.

What came into view was a huge stone mortar. The center of the stone mortar was sunken, with red blood flowing inside, and a scepter soaked in it.

Every time I come here, Zhou Jia feels like his teeth are sore.

That pool full of blood,

Every drop comes from his body.

I have to come in for bloodletting every few days to maintain the vitality of the blood.

And that scepter...

He is the divine weapon of the God of Light!

The scepter is about seven feet long, with a handle like white jade, with the sun and moon on top and stars on the bottom. Vast divine power surges in the field, blending with the blood.

This is the Mo family's method.

Feed the artifact with your own essence and blood, and transform it through secret methods to fit the spirit of the artifact bit by bit. After reaching a certain level, you can use the power of the artifact when necessary.

In theory.

If everything goes well, 30% of the power of the artifact will be unleashed.

No matter how bad it is, 10% or 50% should be possible. For the silver level, there is no difference between 10% and 100%.

Anyway, once hit, death is certain.

pity.

This method cannot be used continuously.

With a maximum of ten times of use, the artifact's own 'spirituality' will conflict with the blood essence and even backfire on those who attempt to refine it.

Anyway.

This method is troublesome, dangerous, and has many flaws. If it weren't for the essence and blood provided by the Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Fetus, he might not dare to try it.

But no matter how many flaws it has, it can't compare to the temptation of controlling an artifact.

Zhou Jia knew better than anyone else how powerful the artifact was.

He stretched out his hand to feel it and shook his head slightly.

I have been bleeding for more than twenty years.

Still not enough!

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"Buzz..."

The teleportation array lit up, and Zhou Jia stepped out of it.

At this time, he was still dressed in a long gown as always, his messy long hair was cut to waist length, and his beard was simply trimmed.

The wrinkles on his face remained the same, and there was no change on the outside, but the air of decay and decay was gone in his body.

He cupped his fists and bowed his hands, saluting someone:

"Elder Hu, it's been a long time."

"You...Brother Zhou!"

Hu Buwei, who was in charge of the Luanluo City formation, had his eyes flashing. He looked at Zhou Jia carefully for a moment, then came back to his senses and said with a sudden look on his face:

"Brother Zhou has been gone for a long time!"

"I felt something in my heart back then and went to Yuancheng." Zhou Jia glanced around and sighed:

"Time flies so fast!"

"yes."

Hu Buwei's expression changed:

"In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty-seven years. I heard that Brother Zhou went to Qianniao Peak for retreat. Is this because he was immersed in it and lost track of time?"

He certainly didn't believe that Zhou Jia felt something in his heart at that time. He was afraid that he also noticed something was wrong. Otherwise, why would he hide in Thousand Birds Peak?

After the incident.

Baiyin was summoned out of Luanluo City urgently, but there was no news about Zhou Jia.

However, when there was chaos in Luanluocheng, he, Jia An, and Yun Haitang were equally absent from their responsibilities, so it was untenable to blame others.

"Twenty-seven years?"

Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"It's been so long?"

"Brother Zhou, why do you need to pretend to be confused?" Hu Buwei shook his head:

"Don't worry, Ambassador Yun specifically mentioned the matter of Brother Zhou. As long as you come back within thirty years, you will not be reported for leaving the border without permission."

"Twenty-seven years is not too late."

"Really?" Zhou Jia laughed dryly:

"Zhou indeed forgot the time."

"correct."

After calming down, he changed the subject and asked:

"What's the situation now?"

Before coming, he also inquired about the situation here in Yuancheng. Unfortunately, the distance between the two was far away, and the information was mostly ambiguous.

It's not easy to extract something truly useful from it.

only know.

The situation is not good.

"I can't tell at the moment."

Hu Buwei touched his chin and said:

"I happen to be going there too, let's talk while walking."

"good!"

Zhou Jia nodded:

"please!"

…………

"In that auction that year, the son of the master of the Taixu Pavilion accidentally died. That person was an immortal species with the potential to reach the golden realm."

"If his son dies, he will naturally want revenge."

On top of the cloud, Hu Buwei spoke slowly:

"The background of the murderer is not bad. He is a direct descendant of the Jiang family. However, the master of the Taixu Pavilion showed up in person that day. Who would dare not give him face?"

He said, shaking his head with a wry smile.

At that time, they knew the news in advance, and left early as a precaution to avoid this muddy water, but things turned out unexpectedly.

"A life for a life. Logically speaking, the matter should end here. Besides, many innocent people were involved, and Luanluo City was almost destroyed."

"Um?"

Zhou Jia frowned and heard the meaning of the other party's words:

"Didn't Taixu Pavilion stop there?"

He didn't believe in the so-called accident at all. How could a person of this status and strength die in an 'accident'?

"More than that!"

Hu Buwei sighed and continued:

"That person directly killed the Jiang family. I don't know what method he used. He killed thirteen members of the Jiang family and more than 100,000 Jiang family members. That day, blood flowed all over the city."

"Even the ancestor of the Jiang family, the seventh-level silver..."

"He died on the spot!"

"Jiang Fan's word "pain" is so good, it really caused the Jiang family to suffer from genocide."

Zhou Jia's face looked solemn.

The Jiang family is a powerful family in the borderlands, and they are responsible for resisting the dark races on the front line. If something like this happens, how will the Tianyuan Alliance give up?

"What did the alliance say?"

"Punishment."

Hu Buwei shrugged:

"Punish Taixu Pavilion to replace the Jiang family and sit on the front line."

"Um?"

"What?"

Zhou Jia was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You weren't there at the time, so you don't know what happened." Hu Buwei explained:

"The Jiang family has been destroyed, but not all members of the clan are dead. How can those families who married the daughter of the Jiang family and marry into the Jiang family let Taixu Pavilion go?"

"Although that guy is strong, he can't beat four hands with two fists. What's more, he was also injured when he destroyed the Jiang family, which led to chaos in the border area!"

"The Queen of Darkness launched an attack on the borderlands at the right time, and defeated thirty-six cities in just a few years. However, everyone was on top of it at that time and ignored it. It was not until they approached Kangcheng that someone reacted and suggested that they temporarily put down the Disputes first come together to fight against foreign enemies.”

Zhou Jia understood and said:

"So at the end of the battle, Taixu Pavilion took over the Jiang family's position and was responsible for guarding the front line against the dark race and atone for their sins?"

"That's it." Hu Buwei nodded:

"Of course, without the Thirty-Six Cities outside, we are also very close to the front line. In recent years, the offensives of the dark ethnic groups have been relatively fierce."

Hearing this, Zhou Jia's expression turned ugly.

Later I met Jia An, who said a few words. It was as Hu Buwei said, and Yun Haitang's explanation was that he didn't deliberately embarrass him.

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Zhou Mansion.

"Master's house."

Zhang Jian held his hands tremblingly, with tears in his eyes and a trembling voice:

"you are back."

For Zhou Jia, his feelings are extremely complicated.

The master has an indifferent temperament and is taciturn, making it difficult for people to get close to him. He spends most of his time in seclusion, but he has never owed him anything in these years.

After Qian Jizi's accident, he even took the initiative to comfort and suppress their family.

There are rewards every year and festival.

Even when he fled to Yuancheng, he gave Zhang Jian the key to the underground secret room, so that he could protect his family from disaster.

There is still a lot of money and goods left for consumption.

to be honest.

If it weren't for Zhou Jia, his life would not be so comfortable.

Nearly sixty years!

The other person was like a father, a teacher, and an elder. Zhang Jian had already regarded the other person as his dependence not long after joining the Zhou family.

Twenty-seven years since leaving.

I thought I would never see my host again, but I never thought that the other party would suddenly return. Standing in front of me, everything seemed to be happening in a dream.

Seeing Zhou Jia again was his only thought.

"Zhang Jian."

Looking at Zhang Jian, Zhou Jia couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"You are old."

When he first entered the Zhou Mansion, he seemed to be in his early thirties, but now he is over ninety, his face is old and his energy is lacking.

Maybe a few years later, we won't see each other again.

Birth, old age, sickness and death.

It always makes people feel regretful.

"yes."

Zhang Jian knelt down and cried:

"The villain is already an old slave, but he is still willing to guard the master's house and lead the horses."

"The old slave has been cleaning the backyard. He is just waiting for you to come back and see the master's house again. The old slave... will die with no regrets!"

"Get up."

Zhou Jia waved his sleeves, and an invisible force gently lifted him up, and the ripples in his eyes quietly faded:

"Have a good rest and talk to me when you have time."

"As for the gatekeeping thing..."

"Just leave it to someone else."

"Yes." Zhang Jian responded, biting a pair of incomplete old teeth and said:

"I want to ask my master for something."

"explain?"

"This old slave has a descendant who is talented and intelligent, and is a talented martial artist. He is not seeking to join the master's family, but is looking for a job in the mansion."

"If it's possible..." He raised his head tremblingly:

"Can we change his surname to Zhou?"

"From now on, his children and grandchildren can serve the master's family!"

House slave?

Zhang Jian actually wanted his descendants to be Zhou Jia's domestic slaves and become dependent on him for generations to come.

"..."

Zhou Jia lowered his eyes and said slowly:

"No need. We are called master and servant, but we are actually old friends who have known each other for many years. There is no need for this."

Zhang Jian opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head, his eyes full of regret.

At this moment, the two of them meet again after decades apart, and the other party's emotions are at their most intense. They don't agree to this. Obviously, future generations don't have that blessing.