Boundless Sky

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Zijin Shenlong left with Chen Nan and Xuan Zang, and rushed towards the capital of the Jin Kingdom to participate in the so-called war of the younger generation of emperors.

Cheng Hao doesn't care about these false names at all. Now he just wants to spare a little more time to practice and strive to reach the realm of immortality as soon as possible.

Li Ruolan, on the other hand, was very interested in the so-called war between the emperors. This violent woman and fighting mad wanted to leave with her, but because of Cheng Hao's disapproval, she had to give up and sat on the doorstep sullenly. Muttering something.

For Li Ruolan's resentment, Cheng Hao directly ignored, but looked at Li Ruolan with a smile, with an inexplicable meaning on his face.

"It is said that you cultivators can cultivate Nascent Soul at the fifth-level realm. With your half-step sixth-level strength, you should be able to get Nascent Soul out of your body, right?"

"What are you going to do?" Li Ruolan had a look of vigilance on her face, and she backed away slowly, extremely nervous.

"Don't be nervous, your master, I just want to see what the ascetic's Nascent Soul looks like, you don't need to be so vigilant!"

Under Cheng Hao's persuasion and intimidation, although Li Ruolan was somewhat reluctant, the Nascent Soul came out of her body and hovered above the head of the physical body to meet Cheng Hao's request.

This is a Nascent Soul less than two inches in size, like a miniature version of Li Ruolan, wearing a long white dress, holding a small emerald green sword in his hand, on his delicate little face, there is neither sadness nor joy, quietly He looked at Cheng Hao.

Cheng Hao's mind was scattered, and after careful investigation, he had a general understanding of the so-called Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul of the ascetics in this world is somewhat similar to Cheng Hao's Ghost Immortal Soul, but they are different from each other.

Ghosts and Immortals are masters of the soul, and at the same time absorb the energy and blood of the physical body to form it, which can display various mysterious and unpredictable Taoism, especially good at attacking the soul of living beings.

The Nascent Soul is transformed from the natal vitality of the ascetic, and it is a fusion of vitality and energy materialization. The thoughts and feelings of the ascetic can be immersed in it, which is equivalent to another body of the ascetic, which can carry the soul of the ascetic. The mind leaves the body, swims freely between the heaven and the earth, and is extremely good at manipulating the power of the heaven and the earth.

All in all, there is no difference between these two methods of cultivation, because at the later stage of cultivation, they will be transformed into pure yang primordial spirits, flying into the sky, escaping from the earth, picking up the stars and taking the moon, all in one thought.

Li Ruolan mainly suffers from his ignorance of the soul attack, and Cheng Hao's golden body of the sun with the power of pure yang is indeed powerful, otherwise he would not end up being captured with one move.

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Time passed little by little, and the small valley fell into tranquility and comfort again. Cheng Hao was still the same as before. He was either condensing the acupoints or cultivating the thoughts of the soul every day. Seeing his untiring appearance, it seemed that he had the feeling of staying here for eternity. mean.

More than half a year passed quietly, and the turmoil of the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with this small valley like a paradise. Here, it was like a forgotten world.

These days, Li Ruolan spends the rest of her time with the woman next door named Ruoshui, besides practicing the Chaos War Mind Technique. That woman who is as calm as water and as quiet and elegant as a chrysanthemum stays by her side, making people feel refreshed very quickly. clam down.

Li Ruolan has a feeling that she has already touched the sixth-order barrier, and maybe she only needs an epiphany to break through. It's just that this kind of epiphany can only appear in battle. In this quiet small valley, no one is fighting her.

She also thought about waking up Cheng Hao who was in a state of cultivation, and had another fight with him in a dignified manner. But after careful speculation, he still didn't have the guts.

She could see that Cheng Hao was in a critical moment, especially in the past few days, she always felt that the world in the valley seemed to be in a state of stagnation, an invisible but oppressive feeling. His willpower permeated this small world, and it was obvious that this was a sign that he was about to break through.

If Cheng Hao's breakthrough was interrupted at this moment, Li Ruolan believed that she would definitely die a miserable death, and it would be the kind of tragic ending that would not allow her to survive after death.

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On this day, as usual, Li Ruolan and Ruoshui picked some scented tea outside the valley, and when they returned to the valley to cook tea, an old man with a flying sword on his feet and wearing a blue Taoist robe suddenly appeared in the distant sky, his face full of joy. Yujian came.

"Ruolan, it's great that you're fine, grandpa, I've had a hard time looking for you!"

Putting away the flying sword, the green-robed old man landed in front of Li Ruolan, and reprimanded sullenly: "You girl, since you are fine, why don't you return to the family, do you know how worried the family is about you?"

"Grandfather, I think this place is good, it is very suitable for self-cultivation, so I want to stay here for a while, if you have nothing to do, go back."

Looking at the old man with a doting and sullen expression on his face, Li Ruolan was a little anxious, and didn't want her grandpa to stay here any longer. After all, there was an existence in the room who could kill four angels in a row. If this happened, Conflict, grandpa and grandpa are definitely more ominous than ominous!

"Huh? Ruolan, grandpa knows your temperament, it's impossible to live in this kind of place!"

While speaking, the green-robed old man turned his gaze to behind Li Ruolan, in the small bamboo house that looked simple and ordinary, "Is it because of that person in the room?"

As a sixth-level powerhouse, the green-robed old man's spiritual consciousness had already detected Cheng Hao who was in a state of cultivation in the bamboo house, and he hadn't made a move for a long time. Had to make a move.

"It's been rumored throughout the East that my most outstanding disciple of the Chaos Zhan Sect was taken in as a maid by a young man named Haotian. Ruolan, tell Grandpa, is it true?"

Li Ruolan bit her lip, and although her face was full of unwillingness, she couldn't help but nodded.

Although she is proud and stubborn, she will not bow her head easily, but she will not deny the decision she made. She has already agreed to be Cheng Hao's maid, so she will not deny her identity. She, Li Ruolan, has never bothered to lie.

"Dare to ask Ruolan to be your maid, this person really doesn't know how to live or die!"

With a cold snort, the green-robed old man made a move without warning. He raised his hand and slapped it out. A giant cyan palm the size of a hill passed across the void, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations with whistling sound waves. In an instant, it was pushed to the front of the bamboo house. It can be predicted that the bamboo house where Cheng Hao is located will be razed to the ground in the next instant.

"Grandpa, run away, run away!"

However, not only was Li Ruolan not surprised by the grand move of the old man, but her face was full of horror. After the old man launched an attack, she kept urging the old man to leave. To the disaster of killing one's life!

"late!"

However, the moment Li Ruolan's voice fell, an indifferent voice came from the bamboo hut. With the sound of this voice, the whole valley seemed to stop at this moment, and an indescribable pressure spread. In the entire valley, the space seemed to freeze at this moment.