Devil Seeds

Facing that seemingly shallow barrier, Ke Xiaoliang pushed hard.

Yet no push.

In the real world, he possesses unimaginable abilities, the spell to move mountains and fill seas, and the force to destroy mountains... But he didn't take that step to complete the evolution of life dimension. Essentially speaking, He is still a mortal... just standing at the limit, the most powerful mortal.

"Almost! Always almost."

"But this is what makes me feel extremely powerless. It's like... the length of life and limbs, it just ends here, and the transformation of spirit and soul can't make up for the little bit that is lacking." Ke Xiaoliang stopped trying.

Because he knew that the so-called closeness was probably a hundred million.

Going forward, there is the difference between mortals, immortals and gods, and he needs to get information to bridge the gap.

That is not a gap that can be made up by simply relying on simple practice.

"Perhaps the monks in the Baotong world can give me this answer. After all, there are real immortals in their world." Ke Xiaoliang restrained his consciousness, and then turned his attention to the Gaowu world.

In the world of high martial arts, the evil god transformed by the remnant of Xuanwu combined with the world setting is wantonly exaggerating and polluting everything.

Whether it is a monk from the outside world or a warrior born in the country, they all seem very powerless in the face of the invasion and sweep of this evil god.

Although martial arts has been pushed to a 'peak', those giants towering like mountains are actually warriors one after another, the dharma appearance of extreme expansion and extreme burning.

But under the gaze of the evil god, they are still like ants.

When the eyes of the evil god swept across it, the dharma image as high as a mountain would collapse from the inside out.

Or be distorted and mutated into huge monsters, roaring wildly in the world, and then chaotically fighting together.

An invisible dark ripple rippled through the air, and the body of a martial artist was easily crushed.

The broken half of the body, sprinkled with blood, fell towards a great monk in Baotong World.

boom!

The two figures collided together, and they rolled into a pitch-black mud together in a dark sky.

"Too strong! Really too strong!"

"How can a man defeat such a monster... How can a man defeat such a monster? Our practice is just a joke of ignorance in His eyes. Even if we break through the void and raise our force to the limit... we can't touch it." The soles of His feet. Why bother to practice...why to practice martial arts! We were wrong! We were all wrong! The high-strength martial arts shouldn't come back... shouldn't come back! So this is the real intention of Jue Wu Zun to sever martial arts for thousands of years? "The martial artist with only the upper half of his body fell into a pool of blood and roared like this.

The big cultivator of Baotong Realm who was about to get away and fly away stopped when he heard the voice of despair.

"Of course humans can defeat such monsters. Our ancestors...even defeated even more terrifying monsters...with this mortal body." The warriors talked nonsense, got out of the mud, and flew towards the trembling and collapsing sky.

This is not because the cultivators of the Baotong Realm are more courageous, but because they have no pain and still have confidence in their hearts.

Just like those monks from the practice world, they also did not lose hope.

After all... when playing the game, if the first-level trumpet encounters a level-100 boss and is easily killed by the aftermath of the skill, will the player despair, fall into madness, and lose faith? There might be, but definitely not many.

After the Baotongjie cultivator left, the warrior who was only half of his body restrained the madness and despair on his face, and his eyes became indifferent and calm.

"It seems that he doesn't know, so...try again!"

In the chaotic battlefield, a large number of people who were originally ordinary people met in this disaster.

From strangers who didn't know each other, they became comrades who depended on life and death in the blink of an eye.

Ke Xiaoliang manipulated different 'bodies' to block swords for some cultivators in the Baotong Realm, and saved their lives, and even sacrificed for them, dying in despair.

Such sacrifice and dedication have infected a large number of people.

Let their sense of substitution increase infinitely, and even for a short time forget that they originally came from another world...a wave of magic value was severely contributed to Ke Xiaoliang.

Of course, in this special 'intersection', Ke Xiaoliang still collects information related to 'becoming immortal' in a similar way.

In the world of high martial arts at this time, the evil god transformed from the slough of Xuanwu is not the only one that is frightening.

There are also those Luojiao believers who believe in evil gods, as well as warriors infected by the madness of evil gods.

The catastrophe whipped the earth, and the world seemed to be destroyed, and it collapsed completely in the next second.

"Still no answer."

"Is the secret between immortals and mortals so secret in the Baotong world?" Ke Xiaoliang frowned.

Although Ke Xiaoliang still has an alternative plan on how to get the 'answer', but that needs to wait for an opportunity, and there is no guarantee that he will get what he wants.

Ke Xiaoliang also tried to continue pushing his true qi, trying to see if he could increase the number of qi training layers.

However, the true energy seems to have reached its limit. On the road of cultivation, building foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, Yuanshen... these scenery can be omitted or must be passed, Ke Xiaoliang can show them in just one thought. completed.

But doing so is pointless.

The basis of power has not changed, and there is no use in changing tricks in external form.

"The highest level of Qi training layers recorded by the Ten Demon Sects is 107 layers. That is to say, if you only focus on Qi training, you can at least break through the 100th layer."

"It's just that I haven't found the way and method of that breakthrough yet."

Ke Xiaoliang thought about it.

The world of Gaowu was violently shaken.

The entire sky began to collapse completely.

Many substances are blurring.

And a voice appeared in the ears of the monks in Baotong World.

"Quick! Set foot on Valkyrie!"

"Only the Valkyrie can fight against the evil god."

"A little later, and the world will be destroyed."

Bao Yulong exclaimed: "Master! Is it you? Master? Can't you make a move? Master?"

Ke Xiaoliang did not explain, because there is no need to explain at this time.

The majestic Miaotian Zhenjun...Why do you need to explain it to him, a little monk?

Sometimes, no explanation is the best explanation.

"Valkyrie! Valkyrie!"

"Since we are gods, we have to cross the barrier between heaven and man, but... we can't cross it! We haven't found the key to the source power of this world, and there are no mythical creatures that can be captured and hunted. We can't get the longevity substance , the root of life cannot be entrusted, how to break the upper limit, break through the limitation of species, and become a fairy or a god?" Finally, a monk from Baotong World gave the answer Ke Xiaoliang wanted.

"Who said there are no more mythical creatures?"

"Isn't that what it is?" Among the monks in Baotongjie, another monk pointed his finger at the evil god who tore up the sky and was about to smash the world.