The first thousand two hundred and twenty-two chapters of the ancient land
Chapter 1,222
On the back mountain of Luoshen Palace, on the top of a quiet mountain peak, Mu Chen sat cross-legged on the bluestone. The mountain wind blew, causing the robe to flutter, and it was quite handsome and elegant.
His eyes were slightly closed, his hands formed seals, and the mighty spiritual power between heaven and earth roared, like a torrent of torrents. However, no matter how powerful the spiritual power of heaven and earth was, once he touched Mu Chen's body, it would be as if he had been thrown into a bottomless pit, and there was no wave of turmoil.
With the moment when entering the Earth Supreme, Mu Chen's body can accommodate the spiritual power of heaven and earth has obviously reached a level that was unimaginable in the past. Before the Earth Supreme, everyone could only rely on a supreme sea to accommodate the spiritual power. However, as they stepped into the Earth Supreme, the supreme sea dissipated and merged into the flesh and blood. Almost every piece of flesh and blood in the human body turned into a supreme sea. The degree of tolerance was naturally countless times higher than the supreme realm.
Mu Chen's cultivation lasted for an hour, and the shocking movement gradually subsided. His closed eyes slowly opened at this time. There was a surging light in his eyes, and then gradually disappeared introverted.
Feeling the vast spiritual power flowing in his body, Mu Chen also let out a sigh of relief, but his expression was quite solemn, because he remembered the information Luo Li said before again.
"Four Holy Sons of the West Heaven Battle Hall"
Mu Chen murmured to himself that according to what Luo Li said, the first three holy sons all had amazing achievements in killing the supreme emperors of the superiors, which should not be underestimated.
Because Mu Chen knew very well how big the gap was between killing and defeating the level of the supreme Earth. Because the vitality of the supreme Earth is too tenacious, even if most of the body is bombarded, they can recover.
If you want to truly kill a supreme emperor, you must erase all the vitality contained in his body and flesh, just like Mu Chen killing the supreme emperor of the Blood God clan before.
However, it is obviously not easy to achieve this step. Even if you can't beat it at this level, you can always do it once you try your best to escape, unless the gap between yourself and the other party's strength is too huge.
Since the three saints of the Western Heaven War Hall were able to kill the supreme emperor, then their true strength was far beyond the ordinary supreme emperor.
These three saints are definitely a roadblock in the competition for "Sons of the Mainland".
And the most important thing is that the Western Heaven War Emperor had a lot of resentment towards him. Although he did not dare to attack him directly because of the existence of Yan Emperor, if the three saints met him, they would definitely help the Western Heaven War Emperor solve this anger.
Therefore, Mu Chen and the three holy sons are afraid there is no place to compromise at all.
Compared with them, Liu Xingchen, Langya Sword Immortal and Badao are weaker than the front line, although they all have the proud record of defeating strong people of the same level.
But this kind of record is still not comparable to the three holy sons.
"This Western Heaven Continent is really hidden and lying on the tiger." Mu Chen sighed. Although the Western Heaven Continent is not a supercontinent, because of the existence of the Western Heaven War Emperor, the power of the Western Heaven Continent is obviously stronger than that of the Tianluo Continent.
This time, if you want to win the quota of the son of the mainland, a fierce battle will inevitably be inevitable.
It was precisely because of this that Mu Chen felt a sense of threat in his heart, but he was still unshakable. This opportunity was won by Emperor Yan for him, and he could not give up easily no matter what.
call.
Mu Chen let out a deep breath, his eyes drooped slightly, his hands formed seals, and the space around his body fluctuated. He could feel the existence of the two incarnations that were placed in the ancient heavenly palace and the heavenly river.
Feeling that wonderful connection, Mu Chen's heart was slightly calm. Although the three saints were powerful, Mu Chen might not be a fuel-efficient lamp.
And this Qi Transformation of the Three Pure Ones is one of the trump cards he used to fight against the supreme superiors.
Although Mu Chen has never used the three qi to transform into one qi and the three purities since he was able to cultivate, he has a premonition that such power will definitely not disappoint him.
However, although he has such peerless magical powers as his trump card, Mu Chen did not relax because of this. To be on the safe side, he needed more trump card methods to improve his success rate.
"More means"
Mu Chen's eyes were pondering, his eyes closed slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes and a hint of hesitation flashed through his eyes because he remembered a technique that he had let go of for a long time.
That is the Dafutu Art that his mother left to him.
This Dafutu Art is the basic method of cultivation of the ancient Futu tribe. It is unfathomable. In the past, Mu Chen practiced for a while, but later, because he was afraid of exposing himself, he temporarily put it down. Now, as he stepped into the supreme earth, he finally had some self-protection power. Perhaps, it is time to practice again.
The ancient Futu tribe is one of the oldest races in the world. It has a terrifying foundation and is a real giant. Then the Great Futu Tribe must be extraordinary. It’s just that his strength was too low in the past and he could not fully comprehend the mystery.
Now, Mu Chen believes that his understanding of the Dafutu Art should be different from the past.
Thinking of this, Mu Chen did not hesitate anymore. He suddenly formed seals with his hands and closed his eyes. The mind technique of the Dafutu Jue flowed out of his heart, and the powerful spiritual power in his body also started to flow along the meridian route of the Dafutu Jue at this time.
Buzz!
As Mu Chen activates the Great Buddha Art, the majestic spiritual power like the sea suddenly roars in his body. As the spiritual power gathers, a long-lost black Buddha Tower slowly condenses and forms in Mu Chen's body.
The Dafutu Jue's mental method slowly flowed in his heart, and his mind gradually became immersed in it.
Mu Chen's premonition was not wrong. With the current stepping into the supreme earth, the obscure points in the Dafutu Art in the past, now that they have realized it again, there is a wonderful feeling of being able to solve it and opening up in front of them.
That feeling seemed to gradually lift the veil of the profound method and begin to realize the mystery hidden in the deepest part.
Before he knew it, Mu Chen was completely immersed in it.
On the mountain where Mu Chen sat cross-legged, the sun and the moon alternated. Before he knew it, several days passed, but his figure seemed to have turned into a rock, and it was still motionless.
When Luo Li came here, she saw Mu Chen who was immersed in deep cultivation. She did not disturb him. She just sat beside her and quietly accompanied him for a long time before leaving quietly.
Time passes, and ten days pass in the blink of an eye.
When the tenth day came, Mu Chen's body suddenly shook slightly. Deep in his heart, the continuous flowing Dafutu Art Heart Method was decomposed at this time, and then, a strange heart method quietly emerged from Mu Chen's heart.
"After breaking, you can stand up, take the heart as the way, and lead the ancestor's energy, and then the Buddha will be the truth."
Mu Chen murmured this heart whispering softly in his heart. After a long time, a sense of enlightenment surged into his heart.
"So, is that true?"
Mu Chen muttered to himself, and then he thought about it, and he saw that the black pagoda in his body began to collapse at this time, the tower body shattered, and light burst out.
He actually forcibly destroyed the Buddha Tower!
The Buddha Tower kept shattering, and finally burst completely. Suddenly, a deep gloomy light swept across, and that gloomy light illuminated every corner of Mu Chen's body.
"Taking the heart as the way"
The Heart Art flowed in the heart, Mu Chen let his mind go, letting the endless light shine, and his mind gradually became blurred. In this almost selfless state, suddenly, the place where the Buddha Tower was broken, the faint light condensed, as if a small vortex leading to somewhere.
Looking at the vortex of light, Mu Chen obviously hesitated for a moment, but soon, he threw out these hesitations, his thoughts floated over, and finally drilled into the vortex of light.
The darkness in front of him only lasted for a moment, but at that moment, Mu Chen felt the distortion of time and space, as if at this moment, his mind traveled through an indescribable distance.
The darkness disappeared quickly, and when Mu Chen's mind opened his blurry eyes, he couldn't help but feel a violent shock, and a shocked murmur came from his mind.
“Where is this?”
The mind floated in the sky, but what appeared in front of Mu Chen at this time was an extremely ancient world. The sky and the earth were mottled, leaving traces of time. However, what shocked Mu Chen the most was not this ancient world, but in the center of the world, an indescribable ancient pagoda stood quietly.
The ancient pagoda of the Buddha is so old that it cannot be described. Every mark on its body is so mysterious, and it seems to be transcending time and space, and will last forever.
Mu Chen's mind looked at the extremely ancient Pagoda. The ancient pressure he felt from above seemed to be stronger than a heavenly supreme.
“Where is this?”
Mu Chen's heart was extremely shocked. He didn't know why this kind of passage was formed after he shattered the pagoda, which attracted his mind.
However, at the same time when Mu Chen's mind broke into this strange ancient world, in the distant ancient Futu tribe, the beautiful figure sitting cross-legged in a dark tower suddenly opened his eyes.
Her eyes, which had always been like a dark pool, were actually filled with tears at this moment. She looked up at somewhere, and there was a strong look of relief and longing in her eyes.
Chapter completed!