Unlimited Adaptation

The so-called test is to survive in a brutal fight? This is to verify their strength.

Yan Xing looked around and found an interesting place.

The Lingxuan Realm headed by Raymond and others, several Weichen Realm including him, and Xumi Realm, as well as Wang Baoer and other true disciples of the Shenzang Realm.

Interestingly, the extraordinary cultivators from low to high are almost gathered.

Xian Qiuming smiled without saying anything. He saw the doubts of the crowd, but did not intend to continue to explain in depth. He just smiled and said: "This is just the beginning. It is necessary to know when you arrive at the Fortress of Sighs alive."

"If you know too much, everything will be empty when you die. It is meaningless."

The Xuanqing Shenzhou has to stop every seven days to buffer the load so that the material particles that are violently vibrating at the speed of light will not collapse. In other words, if those forces hold on, they will have to fight bloody battles every seven days.

Moreover, the ambushed enemies will only become stronger and stronger.

And to reach the Fortress of Sighs, at their speed, it will take at least half a year.

There were no fools present. They all figured out the key to this in an instant. They couldn't help but frown, and a solemn look flashed in their eyes.

"Hahaha!"

"Qiu Ming, you scared them. How could there be so many enemies for you to kill? If the other party is smart, the number of ambushes will never exceed five times. Most of the time we are safe."

"Besides, we will deal with the strong ones. What you need to do is to be invincible in the same realm. Moreover, when facing an enemy who has crossed a major realm, you don't need to be able to kill them, but you must calmly save your own life."

After hearing this, the disciples frowned even more tightly. What a joke? Is it so easy to cross a major realm?

"Yan Xing."

Xian Qiu Ming turned his head and looked at him. His expression was gentle, and he did not hide the admiration in his eyes. He saw that Yan Xing had killed many opponents in the Xumi realm. This exaggerated combat power was rare in the world.

"You performed the best in this battle. Tell me, what reward do you want? Pills, magic weapons, or exercises?"

I don't lack all of what you said, Yan Xing secretly complained, but his movements were dissatisfied. He stood up and bowed and said, "Can I choose a Dao source?"

Dao source, Dao source again!

This time, everyone looked at Yan Xing with strange eyes. I don't know why he wants so many Dao sources. Regardless of the grade, he will accept them all. Is he trying to establish a sect? To prepare for future recruits in advance?

"Okay."

"But Dao sources are not regular supplies, and they are not very useful to carry with you at ordinary times. Therefore, I only have a rare-level law fragment here, and I have to find a source to refine it..."

"Law fragments are also OK!"

Hearing Yan Xing's insistence, Xian Qiuming didn't say anything more. He nodded and took out a jade box engraved with runes. Indistinctly, he could still feel the breath of the tyrannical law sealed on it.

After receiving the jade box, Yan Xing sat down contentedly. In a few words, he easily obtained eleven more laws. Others might think that the things were useless, but to him, they were supreme treasures, much more useful than other external objects.

"This battle consumed a lot of energy. It just so happens that I killed a pet of the evil cultivator just now. I roasted it and ate it to replenish your bodies."

Before he finished speaking, Xian Qiuming reached into the storage ring, pulled out a huge creature that was thousands of feet long, and threw it heavily on the deck.

Boom——

Is this thing a dragon?

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows. This creature has five claws, and the red scales as big as a basin are surrounded by divine light. The two dragon horns on the ferocious head are inserted into the void. Even though it is dead, the fierce aura is still breathtaking.

"This is a red-blooded dragon. It only needs a little more fire to turn into a real dragon."

"The dragon is just a beast. Its strength is average, but its meat is still very delicious."

There was no need for Xian Qiuming to take action. Several powerful men from the Dust Realm had already peeled off the skin and pulled out the tendons, and built a bonfire with purple wood.

Seeing this scene, Yan Xing sighed in his heart. The extraordinary beings in this world are very crazy. Eating dragons and cooking phoenixes are routine operations.

Crackling!

It is definitely not possible to use ordinary fire on this kind of beast. This purple wood is a spiritual wood, which contains abundant spiritual energy. The purple flames burned are extremely hot and can give the barbecue a special aroma, so there is no need to add other seasonings.

Half an hour later, the rich fragrance had already flooded Shenzhou. The disciples who had never seen such a scene secretly swallowed their saliva and looked greedy.

"Eat as much as you can. Only by eating meat can you gain strength."

"Thank you, Deacon Xian!"

The spiritual energy contained in blood food is mild, unlike elixirs that have the risk of elixir poison. Everyone has long been tempted, and they are not polite. They tear off a large piece and start making.

Haha, can you beat me in eating?

Yan Xing is at full power, [Swallowing Heaven and Devouring Earth] is running wildly, and a dragon leg is a few bites. Pure energy flows into the life orifice, and the chest is shining, as if swallowing a sun.

The cultivator's body is strong, and his digestive ability is also extremely terrifying. Even if he swallows fine iron, it can be melted instantly.

In less than half an hour, the thousands of feet long red blood dragon was eaten up, even the bones were chewed and swallowed.

Hiccup~

After eating and drinking, everyone sat around the campfire, looking comfortable, and their mouths and noses were spewing fluorescent essence, and the fatigue after the battle was swept away.

"Life is like a mustard seed with Mount Sumeru, and the heart is like dust containing the universe!"

Xian Qiuming closed his eyes, shook his head, and began to discuss with the deacons and elders around him. He talked about the Micro-Dust Realm and the Sumeru Realm, explaining it in simple terms and with in-depth analysis.

Yan Xing's heart moved, seemingly unintentional, but in fact he was instructing these little guys.

"All the substances in the world are composed of particles. The same particles, in different combinations, can show a huge difference."

After saying that, Xian Qiuming raised his hand and sucked a piece of red-hot charcoal from the campfire into his hand. The scorching heat could not hurt him at all.

Boom!

Xian Qiuming clenched his palms fiercely, and his fists burst into dazzling white light. The high temperature and pressure were like a small sun, and the surrounding void was distorted.

"This is force."

His palms slowly spread out, and the charcoal had changed its appearance and turned into a crystal clear stone.

Pinching diamonds with bare hands! ?

Yan Xing's mouth twitched. He was a little suspicious whether Xian Qiuming was a time traveler, otherwise why was he so coquettish and well versed in the art of pretending.

"One force can break all laws. Pure power, as long as it is strong enough, can also change the arrangement of material particles."

"Look again."

Xian Qiuming sucked another piece of charcoal, placed it flat on his open palm, and stretched out his index finger to lightly tap it.

Buzz!

Silently, the charcoal trembled slightly and turned into a transparent stone.

"This is intention."

"The Micro Dust Realm can only observe the flesh and blood particles in the body. You can see them, but it is difficult to control them. When you step into the Xumi Realm, you can not only control the flesh, but also interfere with the countless material particles in the outside world. Of course, the strength of consciousness is the key."

"Turning stones into gold and calling a deer a horse are nothing more than trivial."

In one sentence, the magical power of the Xumi Realm is summarized. Dead and living things can be reconstructed at the particle level.

Isn't this the method of the immortals?