The Original Seeker

"Why don't you cut the weeds and roots?" After the little Xingling followed the big Xingling, Bai Mo quietly stuck out a head on his back.

In the darkness of the scorching sun, a head suddenly appeared. This scene was weird.

Unfortunately, there was no third party who could see this scene at the scene.

It was Xu Xuan Ling who offered to come and watch the battle.

She sent a avatar attached to Bai Mo and witnessed the whole process of two planet-like beings and their fierce battle.

"Why?" Bai Mo asked in turn.

In his faint tone, it seemed that he didn't take this seriously.

"Steady. Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, kill any hostile life that might threaten you in advance, and thwart your bones after killing. Isn't this all a very important thing?"

"And I also found a very strange thing."

"Oh?"

"In the past few decades, you have almost never killed a single person, even the old guys in the Federation who hated you so much, they just banished things.

If it were for me, none of them would be able to leave the earth alive. "

As a warrior who had come from the age of **** battles in the wild world, she didn't know how to interpret Bai Mo's excessive benevolence.

It's understandable to be tolerant of loved and closely related people, but it is obviously too much to be a killer to those who hate themselves.

The most important point is that he can't beat him, and he doesn't need to be counseled.

"Do you think that any one of them will not be able to catch up with you after spending their entire life?" She can only come to the conclusion that Bai Mo, who is overly proud, is disdainful of doing it.

"You talk too much."

"Thousands of years are long, no one can fully see the fate of the fate, no one can stand alone in the world forever." Xu Xuanling continued.

"..."

Bai Mo saw through her thoughts.

In fact, she wanted to kill people with the help of a knife, arouse the idea of ​​slashing the roots with white ink, and personally kill all the monks in the federation who hated him.

As an outsider from the wild world, even though Xu Xuanling is a seventh-order heavenly immortal, he is still faintly rejected by several other Senator Sun factions.

Nor can it be said that everything is not going well, but it just feels uncomfortable.

The experience of being squeezed out because she looked like a monster when she was a child allowed her to develop an extremely extreme character, and she couldn't tolerate others to isolate herself at all.

If Bai Mo is willing to kill in the Federation, their power will inevitably be devastated, and the encirclement net aimed at XuXuanZi will be broken.

What little Xingling is just an introduction for her to open up the topic.

...

"Xianlu Nine Tribulations, are you ready for the Second Tribulation?" Ignoring her aggressive strategy, Bai Mo staggered the topic casually.

According to the path he designed, no matter which path or path is used to become immortal, he needs to ferry back and forth one after another to strengthen his true spirit barrier and keep the power of Taoism out of the door.

According to his deduction, after the Nine Tribulations, the potential of the method of constructing the true spirit barrier will be exhausted, and it will no longer be able to prevent the erosion of Daoization.

If there is no solution at that time, it will be a total outbreak and death will disappear.

Of course that was a long time later.

With the characteristics of reincarnation, one calamity is more than one calamity, Bai Mo speculates that one billion immortals may not be able to reach the end of this immortal way.

There are currently three or two big cats and kittens of the seventh-order one catastrophe immortal talent, far from needing to worry about the situation that there is no way ahead.

"My accumulation is not enough."

Seeing that the radical method was useless, and there was a rare opportunity to communicate with Bai Mo, the founder of Immortal Dao, Xu Xuanling put aside his careful thoughts for the time being.

After all, although it is important to kill someone with a knife, if one's own cultivation fails to keep up, then it is useless to kill. After killing a batch, new people will catch up after a few years.

"One hundred years, and another hundred years of accumulation, you should have the confidence to survive the catastrophe." She said her situation very honestly.

"A hundred years? Very good."

The Immortal One Tribulation who walks on the path of immortality, under normal circumstances, is estimated to live for nearly ten thousand years, which is a period of time that is enough to span the history of human civilization.

From ancient times to space, from city states to the solar system, immortals can become a living encyclopedia of history.

As for the life expectancy after the Second Tribulation, Bai Mo did not spend much effort to calculate it. It was very laborious to establish a relatively accurate calculation model. Anyway, under the threat of Daoism, the ten thousand years of One Tribulation was already far away for him. Out of reach.

After the real spirit barrier cuts off the power of Daohua, every bit of the immortal's strength comes from his own penance, and the speed is naturally different from that of Baimo, who is almost infinitely empowered and upgraded by the power of Daohua.

What's more, he has to bear the "original sin" of founding immortal Dao. Every time one more person reaches the immortal step, there will be more pressure from the power of Dao.

By relying solely on one's own words, one hundred years of cultivation to complete one catastrophe is definitely a genius.

Of course, Protoss, a very short-born alien race, can't be counted.

"You...how many robberies?" Xu Xuanling asked not only her, but also the most curious question of all high-level cultivators.

Everyone wants to know what kind of situation Bai Mo is now and where he has come.

"According to the standard I set, my power should be roughly equivalent to your six calamities? If converted into combat power, it is the late eighth stage, near the eighty-ninth level."

Although this issue is quite sensitive, it is possible that someone else will not tell the truth, for fear of revealing his trump card, but Bai Mo did not deny his own strength.

He said very clearly, anyway, everyone is not his opponent, naturally there is no need to hide it.

The hole card is reserved for a well-matched opponent.

"The eighth level, the eighty-nine level, how did these come from?" She had seen the Federation's combat power rating system, and there was no description of the eighth level at all.

"Three calamities and one rank, that immortal path from one to three calamities is a seventh rank, from four to six calamities is an eighth rank, and from seventh to nine calamities is a ninth rank."

"Why is it the first order of the Three Tribulations?"

"It's made up casually, easy to remember." Bai Mo said imaginatively and was speechless.

"..."

"This is the privilege of the pioneers, the pioneers, and the rules of the cultivation system ~www.wuxiaspot.com~measures are all determined by us. Why is it the first order of the Three Tribulations, not why, I just like it.

Just why the unit of current is ampere.

The unit of resistance is ohms.

The unit of electricity is coulomb.

The unit of voltage is the same as volts.

Including the combat effectiveness evaluation system, why are you at Level 72? It is also the rules that I have compiled. "

"..."

Xu Xuanling is different from some of the senior cultivators in the Federation as the first batch of cultivators on the earth. She has been educated in the wild world since she was a child. She has followed the path of inheritance from the family. She has never experienced the roads on the earth. In the era when there is a cultivation system.

She is a descendant, a rule and a receiver of the system.

"I still want to ask a question, what is the end of the fairy road?" After experiencing the baptism of the Three Views, Xu Xuanling quickly adjusted his mentality.