Unlimited Adaptation

After a long time.

Yan Xing slowly opened his eyes, and the dense pupils reflected dense dots, flickering slightly, disappearing and disappearing.

"What a great gift!"

Yan Xing took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the green mountains in the distance with an extremely complicated expression.

When he saw the reflection in his eyes clearly, the phantom of the Pavilion Master calling for help disappeared, but left him a gift as heavy as a mountain.

It can be said that in just a short time, he wiped out all the money in Feixian Cave.

Yan Xing's heart should have been full of surprises at this time, but it was extremely abnormal and he felt extremely heavy.

"Little guy, you are really unlucky. You have fallen into the city slave camp. You can't control your life or death. You are also lucky. You have fallen into a ghost place like the city slave camp. If you were in the outside world, you have black hair and black eyes..."

"Boy, always remember, you can't take out the things under your scalp to hide your hair color..."

"The knowledge in the ruins is obscure and difficult to understand. Only people with black hair and black eyes can read it and understand it..."

"Black hair and black eyes are physical characteristics that only appear when the purity of human blood reaches more than 50%. 』

Fragments of memories flashed through Yan Xing's mind. The words of Uncle Lan and the unknown senior were still in his ears.

The appearance of the Master of the Library Pavilion was like a thread, connecting all the key information, and bloodyly displaying the dark corner of the world in front of him.

"My human race is the enemy of the whole world?"

The human race in Yan Xing's mouth is not a humanoid creature in the broad sense, but refers to a true human race with black hair and black eyes and a blood purity of more than 50%.

He didn't know what happened in the most distant years ago. He interpreted the divine text of origin, led all races out of the darkness, and picked up hope. He had black hair and black eyes, why was he in this situation now.

"It's not enough to be the enemy of the whole world. At least there are people like Uncle Lan and Wuming Senior in this world, which shows that the world is not completely dark, and there is still a faint fire burning tenaciously in the hidden corners."

"I need to be more careful about hiding my identity until I grow up."

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and all the strange things were erased. Reason told him that treating it as if nothing had happened was the best way to deal with it now.

The pavilion wants to save me, whether it's because they are both pure bloods or because of the gift package of martial arts, but not now.

Hibernate and accumulate strength. Only invincible strength is justice.

If he jumps out now, not only will he not receive any sympathy or help, but he will be labeled evil and everyone will shout for him to be beaten.

Whoever has the bigger fist, his words are the truth!

Practice!

Yan Xing's desire to become stronger was much stronger than before. He turned around and sat down cross-legged. With a wave of his hand, densely packed spiritual stones and elixirs were piled on the ground.

The conditions for cultivation in this valley were good enough, but he still felt that it was not enough. Anyway, with the support of talent, he could just go crazy and seek death.

Devour the sky and the earth!

Yan Xing opened his mouth slightly, and the elixir, together with the jade bottle, was wrapped in the spirit stone and poured into his belly.

boom--

In the chest, it was as if a big sun was rising. Yan Xing's flesh and blood were reflected transparently by the light, and the 242 bones were clearly visible. Starting from the chest, the bones were infected by the light, and slowly became dazzling.

Wow!

The endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth has liquefied and turned into a river of light that enveloped Yan Xing, pouring in from every inch of his skin.

…

One month later.

In the quiet bamboo tower, a figure of light sat cross-legged, with the sun floating behind his head, and the Golden Crow lying prone in it. Under the light, the skeleton is as if it were made of glass, crystal clear and sparkling. Endless and complicated patterns of laws spread and entwine on the bones, and the vast and boundless aura spreads out faintly.

Yan Xing felt something in his heart, followed his intuition, stopped practicing, and suppressed all the visions.

His mind swept towards the hugely changing panel.

——

Self-examination subject: Yan Xing.

Age: 13.

Race: Human (perfect pure blood).

Realm: Fine Dust Realm·Internal Organs (Thirteenth Turn).

Law: Forge of Laws (13).

Domain: 1.05 million feet, invisible force field, the power of sacred light...

Physical body: The third extreme realm (the forbidden realm of gods, supreme power).

Fourth dimension: 33.9+1 (14892 dragon power).

Talent: Forge of Laws,...

——

He also swallowed the 0.9-ring Unparalleled Law of Destiny, starting from the spiritual aperture, and added another spin. Because the law was too incomplete, it only increased 80 dragon power.

In the dust realm, there are 242 skeletons, which increase the power of the dragon by 12,100 in total. With the addition of the overall skeleton to form the legal context, an additional 2,000 dragons are added.

The heart's flesh and blood particles have also been engraved into the inner organs, increasing a total of 200 dragon power.

After this month of practice, the total strength has increased to: 14380 dragon power (1 dragon = 50 million kilograms = 50,000 tons).

As one reaches the later stages of cultivation, the advantage of the number of laws becomes greater. In the realm of mere dust, one begins to show his strength.

The improvement this time is mainly in the physical body. The improvement in the field of law and the total amount of spiritual energy is very small, and comes from the inscription of the law of destiny.

The cultivation process of low-level monks is to understand the power of the law, improve the integrity of the law, or increase the number of the law. The law is integrated with the light of the origin of life. If the law is strong, the origin will be strong.

The law infects the spiritual orifice, and what increases is the side of the spiritual energy, which in popular terms is the legal system.

The law-branded particles enhance the physical side, which is the combat system.

Both are subject to the strength of the law, and they also need to swallow a large amount of spiritual energy, relying on each other and growing at the same time.

The extraordinary existence in this world has no obvious partiality. Every monk is a hexagonal warrior.

Yan Xing slowly stood up, and at this moment, a familiar old voice came from outside the door.

"Yan Xing, I kept you waiting for a long time."

It was Elder Sikong. His whim intuition predicted the arrival of the other party in advance.

A hint of darkness flashed across Yan Xing's eyes, and then he was submerged. The powerful gravitational field was layered, lurking under the skin, isolating all the breath in the body.

Crunch——

"Great Elder, you are serious. You will give such a precious land to your disciples. Let alone a month, I can't wait to live here for the rest of my life!"

Yan Xing pushed open the door and walked out with a bright smile and a trace of unfinished meaning in his eyes.

"Hahaha, you kid, if you like it, what's the problem if I give this place to you?"

Hearing this, Yan Xing smiled and said nothing. Sikong's underlying intention was that he wanted him to join the mortal world. Otherwise, how could he safely come and go in this bamboo building located deep in the mortal realm?

Yan Xing estimated that with Sikong's level, he probably didn't know about the matter of enslaving pure blood.

He didn't know anything about it before he was awakened by the Pavilion Master. In other words, not everyone knew about the disgraceful thing of enslaving pure blood.

Since there is something concealed, naturally the fewer people who know about it, the better, at least they must be powerful immortals, right? A strong person like Sikong, who is in the Heaven-reaching Realm, is still far behind.

In any case, Yan Xing had absolutely no intention of making any innuendo about Sikong's library. Fortunately, Sikong had something to do and delayed it for a month. Otherwise, his flaws would have been exposed.

"Haha, let's put this aside for now. Let's get down to business first. Yan Xing, come with me."

Seeing that Yan Xing was unmoved and Sikong didn't force anything, the current situation was too complicated and serious to allow him to focus on such a trivial matter.

Before he finished speaking, Sikong raised his hand and waved out colorful light, instantly forming a teleportation array on the ground. The light flashed and the two figures were swallowed up and disappeared.

Sikong is a master of formations, and he can easily master short-range teleportation formations.

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and when his vision returned, he had already appeared in an empty square.

Under the night, a huge shadow stood like a cliff, spanning nearly ten thousand feet to the left and right.

Xuanqing Shenzhou! ?

Yan Xing was stunned. This is a standard flying vehicle second only to the "Flying Immortal Shenzhou". It can travel through the dimensional mezzanine. The maximum speed can be maintained at the speed of light for a month before it needs to stop to relieve the load.

Xuanqing Shenzhou will not be used lightly. Once it appears, it will be to carry out important tasks.

drink--

Bang!

Hey--

Bang! !

Yan Xing slowly lowered his head and looked down. The ground shook, and small stones bounced up and down. His body also rose and fell with the vibration.

In the darkness in the distance, eight men with burly bodies, bulging muscles, and nearly a foot tall used dark metal rods to work together to lift a small box with a side less than one meter long.

Amidst the shouting, the ground shook with every step. The big men obviously tried their best and their faces turned red from holding back.

What is this thing so heavy? !

Yan Xing's pupils narrowed. These eight people were not ordinary people. He felt a faint sense of crisis. The reason why the ground could shake without collapsing naturally lies in the domain. The powerful domains overlap each other, pulling the surrounding void into a slight distortion. Most of the weight of the box acts on the void.

This is the same principle as Superman using his life force field to lift an airplane.

"Drink! Ha——"

"superior!!"

boom!

The leading man took the lead and jumped into the air. He took one step after another and it took a long time before he boarded the Xuan Qing Shenzhou.

"fall!!"

Bang--

Karma! !

The Xuanqing Shenzhou made an overwhelming humming sound. It was visible to the naked eye that it was sinking violently. The green rock ground seemed to have turned into liquid, swallowing the Shenzhou continuously.

Buzz!

The Shenzhou trembled slightly, and the runes on its surface shone brightly. It withstood the huge weight, slowly rose into the air, and lifted up from the ground.

"Yen Xing, troubled times are coming."

Sikong looked gloomy. As he spoke, he turned to look at Yan Xing and said solemnly: "Do you choose to stay in the cave world or go to the outside world to carry out this mission? To be honest, both are dangerous."

Is the situation already serious enough?

Now even the cave world is not safe.

"The so-called mission is related to that small box?"

Yan Xing's eyes flickered, he was extremely curious about the contents of the box.

"That's right."

"Destination, the Fortress of Sighs!"

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