Red Heart Survey

Just like every day before, he successfully completed the cultivation of Chongmai, and then urged the new Daoyuan to line up in the Tongtian Palace, bringing himself one step closer to laying the foundation.

After finishing the pulse training, Jiang Wang did not rest, but lit the oil lamp in front of the desk, and began to transcribe the "Zi Xu Gao Miao Tai Shang Jing".

Because there are only two brothers and sisters who live in the main room, the south room is directly used as a study.

The brothers had already reminded Xiao Tiemian of his inhumanity, so Jiang Wang's attitude of transcribing was very correct and meticulous. Needless to say, the importance of the courses for teaching Taoism skills, every missing lesson is a huge loss. So Jiang Wang tried his best to copy as fast and well as possible.

until……

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Jiang An'an didn't know when he walked into the study, and was opening those big black eyes, full of curiosity.

"..." Jiang Wang said, "Practice calligraphy."

"Why do you want to practice calligraphy all of a sudden?"

Jiang Wang said sternly: "As the saying goes, calligraphy is like a person. You can tell the truth by judging people by their calligraphy. These gentlemen have taught them before, right? Practicing calligraphy is very important, and An An must remember to practice more."

"How long will it take to practice..."

"...It's been a long time." Jiang Wang said: "Go to bed first today."

"oh……"

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"no no……"

Turning around and leaving the study, Jiang An'an sighed like a grown-up.

Stinky old man, punish me for copying so many words. Now the study is also occupied, where can I copy it?

It's not that the study room can't accommodate her and Jiang Wang, it's just that she doesn't want her brother to know that she has been punished for copying.

Jiang An'an thought for a while, moved a small stool into the bedroom, took out a pen and paper to lay it out, and squatted down in front of the stool to start copying.

"The heaven and the earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations are arranged..."

She turned her head and glanced at the study room, the light was still on, um, keep copying...

...

The moon was in the middle of the sky, Jiang Wang rubbed his wrist, dried the ink, turned off the oil lamp, got up and went back to the bedroom. Even with his physical strength and speed, it is far from copying a hundred times at this time, but at this moment he has more important things to do.

Because tonight is September 15th, the blessed land challenge day in the illusory realm.

When she returned to the bedroom, An An had already fallen asleep, and Jiang Wang tucked the quilt for her, and then lay back on her bed.

The silver moon imprint on the palm of the hand appeared, and it began to heat up. Jiang Wang closed his eyes, his consciousness has entered the realm of illusory.

The ink characters on the sundial have been changed: [The Lord of the Sapphire Altar has decided to challenge. After a moment, the challenge will begin. 】

The master of the jade altar finally decided to challenge!

Seeing this line of words, Jiang Wang felt a sense of urgency not waiting for a while, but also a sense of relief that the boots finally landed.

On the 15th day of the eighth month that had passed, the owner of the Green Jade Altar also chose to abstain from voting. It seemed that Zuo Guanglie had left too much shadow on him in the past. But it also shows that in this round of challenges after many abstentions, the opponent must win.

Jiang Wang didn't do anything superfluous, he just cleared his mind and waited silently for the time to come.

When the sundial finally changed, a round jade-colored stone platform under Jiang Wang's body protruded at the same time, and then lifted Jiang Wang to leave the blessed land of Dongzhenxu and flew into the brilliant galaxy.

The square stone platform is simple in shape and without any decoration, but it naturally has an ancient atmosphere. The marks on the table are mottled, knife marks, sword marks, burn marks, scorched marks... countless, and have a strong chilling temperament.

Jiang Wang understood that this was his Sword Discourse Arena. Since getting the Void Key and entering the Illusory Realm, he has never used the Sword Discourse Arena. One is because he knows that with his own strength, there may be no training effect other than being tortured and killed in the illusory realm, and the other is... because every time he controls the Sword Discourse Arena, he needs to consume ten points of energy.

In addition to the natural output of the blessed land, Jiang Wang could not benefit from the Sword Discourse Arena, so he was even more reluctant to consume it. Especially after experiencing the power of the Ziqi Donglai Sword Art, you will know the value of gong.

Not long after, Jiang Wang could see the same shape of the Sword Discourse Arena flying towards him from the depths of the Milky Way. On the Sword Discussion Platform stood a flying figure in black. The two Sword Discourse Arenas accelerated instantly in the galaxy and collided with each other.

Two small platforms form a large platform. Jiang Wang and his opponent stood on both sides of the Sword Discourse Arena. The Sword Discourse Arena after the merger and expansion is the same as before, only the size is different. Visually, the radius was a hundred meters, and Jiang Wang knew that this was the real battlefield.

Because of the special rules of the illusory realm, Jiang Wang couldn't see his opponent clearly. But he heard his opponent's voice.

"I have been preparing for this battle for half a year since I was defeated by Your Excellency last time!" said the master of the green jade altar.

The gentleman's nine swords in ancient times? It sounds very strong... a Confucian disciple?

Thinking this way, Jiang Wang had secretly transported his true energy and was ready to deal with it. The true energy consumed in the illusory realm was not real, so he dared to fight with all his strength. The Ziqi Donglai Sword Art is originally an extraordinary sword manual, and it can truly display its power only when it is infused with abundant true energy.

Therefore, next he will show the strongest state that has never been seen before.

"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"

Then, Jiang Wang heard the master of Qingyu Altar recite a sentence like this.

So he saw a sword, a sword that looked ordinary and nothing special, it just went forward, forward, there was a mountain in front of it, it pierced the mountain, and there was a river in front of it, it cut the river. In front of you is the high and boundless sky, and it also pierces the sky!

It is indomitable, it is indomitable.

Breaking stones, cutting forests, killing demons, killing evil... This sword stabs at everything that hinders it, no matter what it is!

Jiang Wang was still holding his sword, the Dao Yuan accumulated in Tongtian Palace was boiling, and the killing method of Ziqi Donglai Sword Art had almost been integrated into instinct. But that sword had pierced his heart.

He is dead.

The master of the Qingyu Altar looked at the suddenly empty Sword Discourse Arena, and was stunned. He has considerable confidence in the gentleman's nine swords that have been lost in the long river of history, but he also remembers how powerful his opponent is.

But this battle was completely crushing and sweeping.

He won.

The master of Qingyu Altar, no, he is now the master of Dongzhen Ruins. The new owner of Blessed Land Twenty-Three was stunned on the Sword Discourse Arena, feeling overwhelmed.

And Jiang Wang, who had fallen to the Qingyu Altar, had accepted the fact of defeat at this time.

According to the rules of generating merit in the upper thirty-six blessed lands, each level increases by 100 merit points. This month, he will only gain 1,750 gong points, which is a full 100 points less.

The blessed land in the illusory realm is just a title, and has nothing to do with the real blessed land in this world. Therefore, from Dongzhen Ruins to Qingyu Altar, the environment has not changed, it is still a dreamy space filled with immortal energy, even the sundial is the same. The only thing that changes is the power of production.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, and silently called out to perform on the stage.

The 1,850 points of gong he had not used in August, plus the 1,750 points of gong produced in September, made a total of 3,600 points of gong. Jiang Wang put all these skills into Ziqi Donglai Sword Art, and started the deduction.

The ancient gentleman's nine swords shocked him too much, it was a swordsmanship that he could not resist at all. There is not even the slightest chance, so he needs a stronger sword code. Even if you give up everything you have.

The jade book on the green bamboo case changed slightly, then stopped suddenly. Then a line of ink characters appeared on the jade book, [The current sword formula has reached the limit of the stage of the first floor, and cannot be deduced. Residual work: 3590 points. 】

Jiang Wang's eyelids twitched. The deduction of this broken stage was not completed, but ten points were still deducted!

It turns out that the Daotai's deduction of martial arts and Taoism cannot be infinitely high, but has its inherent foundation and limit. And different levels of podiums have different limits of exploration.

The Ziqi Donglai Sword Art is a deduction based on the secular martial arts, and it has reached its peak. No progress can be made unless the podium is upgraded.

Jiang Wang had no more powerful moves on his body, and he had no intention of going to the Sword Discourse Arena to find abuse, so he calmed down a little and exited the Illusory Realm.

But no matter what, this month has lost one hundred and ten points of gong.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wang sighed deeply.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Jiang An'an's voice sounded from the room, looking very concerned. I don't know if I woke up in the middle of the night, or if I didn't fall asleep at all before.

Jiang Wang said unhappily: "I'm staying up late, I'll call you when I'm cooked."

Jiang An'an's eyes lit up in the darkness, "Is it delicious?"