As long as you practice your personal space to great success, you can turn it into a "scaling of the world".

"call--"

At this moment, Su Zhou took a deep breath, and the majestic fire-moving earth veins around him immediately turned into a circle of spiritual vortexes rotating around him.

For a moment, several tributaries of the earth veins were cut off as a result, and the majestic spiritual energy contracted and condensed, and eventually became the fuel for the real spiritual energy engine, causing its whole body to burn, its feathers were crystal clear, and its divine light was radiant.

At this moment, the young man clearly realized that he was really only one step away from the realm of the celestial fairy.

As long as he figured out what kind of "super life" he wanted to become and knew what form his future "road to immortals" and "original forms" were, then he might start to transform immediately.

Moreover, Su Zhou also realized that most of the immortals and gods in the Tianyuan World are not real immortals.

Just like the Ziwei Star Lord who condensed the iron of the devil who suppressed the devil in the past, although he had great power and great authority in the past, he was essentially just an earth immortal who received the blessing of the heavenly path of the stars and possessed the power of the immortals.

Once deprived of authority, you will immediately fall to the realm of a real person.

On the contrary, the Ziwei Star Lord who created the Qingxiao Zhengyang ruler is likely to be a real celestial immortal. After all, he can go to the so-called Guixu Sun River to intercept the power of the accretion disk. Such a powerful degree is not something that even a celestial immortal cannot say.

"On the contrary, the Heavenly Emperor and the Demon Lord have always been terrifyingly strong - the Heavenly Emperor who is in charge of the Heavenly Dao of All Stars is probably the most powerful among the Great Heavenly Lord!"

Thinking about this, even Su Zhou, who was not afraid of heaven or earth, could not help but feel a little afraid: "Not talking about the talented vanity of every Tiandi Emperor, who was born in response to the world, just a "Heavenly Dao Formation" that was built millions of years ago, was enough to rule the world, and would not be able to fight against ordinary human forces."

"No wonder Ming Zhengde was reborn 30,000 times, and never thought of advancing to a god and demon, becoming a Ziwei Star Lord or dominating the demon, helping the human race from the internal curve - once he enters the camp of immortal gods and demons, he may not be able to resist the Demon Lord of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Shaking his head slightly, Su Zhou wouldn't scare his character either.

He knew very well that even such a powerful Emperor and the Demon Lord were extremely afraid of the will deep in the earth veins of the Tianyuan Realm, and even directly withdrew Xiantian and Jiuyou from the Tianyuan Realm, and did not even dare to enter the realm.

It is precisely because of this that Ming Zhengde designed the foundation of the Jedi Tiantong Array as the capital for confrontation.

“We have done everything we can.”

Thinking of this, Su Zhou raised his head: "And the gods and demons must have done everything they can."

He looked out of the world, above the earth veins, and the realm of the heavenly mortals.

"so."

The young man whispered to himself, and there was a flame burning in his eyes: "Who is more correct..."

"Just take a look!"

--correct.

correct.

Everyone has their own opinions on what is correct. Even like-minded partners are nothing more than seeking common ground while reserving differences. The definition of correctness must be different in mind.

It is also because of this that many times, even though their careers were successful, the group of people who fought together abruptly parted ways, and even turned against each other. This is because the lack of external pressure, the basis of "seeking common ground while reserving differences" disappeared, and there were conflicts about correct differences in mind, and then they denied each other and caused disputes.

This is the source of struggle, the nature of contradictions, the basis of all doubts, battles and even progress and innovation.

【Right and Right War】

However, for the Tianyuan Realm, because of the gods and demons, and because of this unprecedented powerful existence, they are so huge that they are as pressure as the sky.

Therefore, for all sentient beings in the Tianyuan mortal world, the correct standards are too simple and broad.

That is... alive.

Alive well, dignified.

——The second year of the new calendar, the beginning of the year.

On the remnant island of Nandazhou, the outskirts of Zhengyang's capital, the twelve-year-old Xiao Mo heard the clear sound of rain.

The rain drips in the cold winter, crisp but cold, like a wind chime that knocks on the soul.

At that time, the sky was getting dark and the rain was drizzling, causing layers of mist in the dim streets and alleys. The half-lame black-haired girl hurriedly pushed a trolley full of pancakes, looking for a shelter from the rain.

In the past, Zhengyang's country moved from Central China to the remnants of the South China Island to build a city and rebuild the national foundation. Due to limited resources, the entire country was divided into two worlds: "inside the city" and "outer the city".

There are many tall buildings in the city, while most of the suburbs are low bungalows and crumbling self-built buildings, and gangs are rampant everywhere.

The people living in the city are all decent big men or relatives of monks in the military. They have stable jobs, assets and houses, and their living standards are not much different from those in Central China in the past.

However, the suburbs were in chaos, most of which were ordinary people who had no assets and were brought to the Southern Continent by Zhengyang Kingdom. They worked hard all day long, and most of their income was collected by the officials and gangs. In addition, they had to face various emergencies and the harsh environment in the Southern Continent.

Xiao Mo's parents were soldiers in Zhengyang's army in the past. When they moved, they died of illness because they were not adapting to the environment and miasma of the Southern Continent. Even Xiao Mo himself was bitten by local poisonous insects and had half his leg lame, and his left knee was difficult to bend.

Because it was not a death in battle, the official Zhengyang Kingdom was unwilling to pay even the pension, allowing the girl who was alone at that time to fend for herself.

Fortunately, among the comrades in the previous generation of the same army, some people finally remembered the love between their parents and took her to the Baifan Gang on the outskirts of the capital Dongcheng. They helped sell cakes and do odd jobs on weekdays, and could survive.

Generally, Xiao Mo is active within the sphere of influence of the Baifan Gang, and the customers are also workers under the Baifan Gang. After a day, they can get a few cakes. They don’t have to go hungry. They are lucky occasionally. They can also eat some leftovers from the restaurant and taste some oil.

But today, an unexpected winter rain happened.

"It's okay, it's okay, the cake hasn't been too wet, so I shouldn't be fined..."

The cold wind blew, and the pale-faced and thin girl limped over the eaves of a house. After checking the cake, she breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as it is not broken, it will not be a loss, and the shopkeeper will not blame me too much."

The ground on the outskirts of the city is basically full of muddy roads. Once it rains, it will be covered with dirt and sewage. It is not easy to push the trolley smoothly to shelter from the rain, let alone a half-lame girl.

But before she could let go, she heard a few bad tone of voices coming from not far away.

"Baifan Gang is right?"

He raised his head blankly, Xiao Mo saw several gangsters wearing blue linen clothes walking towards him with a sneer. Before she could react, a severe pain came. The gangster in charge directly slapped the girl to the ground with one palm, and then kicked her into the water. He sneered: "You dare to appear here. I wonder if you boss lost the gambling battle. Are all the three streets around us from our Qingyi Gang?"

"You dare to hang the flag of the Baifan Gang, you're so fucking arrogant!"

A fishy smell came from his mouth and nose, and the stars were rising in front of him, and even his teeth were a little loose. However, Xiao Mo did not yell, but skillfully curled up into a ball and hugged his thin body together, as if he was about to hide in the mud.

She even deliberately rolled in the cold mud.

Sure enough, because Xiao Mo rolled in the mud, the rogues from the Qingyi Gang were too lazy to start. They didn't mind bullying a skinny little girl at all, but it didn't mean they wanted to dirty their boots in the mud.

"Get out, don't get close to here again!"

Said this, and they who declared their sovereignty simply overturned Xiao Mo's trolley, took away the purse inside, and then left with a chat and laugh. The cart of dry cakes fell all over the floor in the mud and water.

“…”

After a while, the girl who had finished dizziness in front of her slowly stood up. She quietly came to the overturned trolley, lifted the car with difficulty, then picked up the soaked cakes in the rain, took a numb look, and then put them back into the car.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed back to the Baifan Gang's territory in the rain.

"...You said the Qingyi Gang said that the West Street was all theirs, and then overturned my car and took my money?"

In the store, the shopkeeper was chewing the roasted pork. He frowned and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

Of course, this half-bald middle-aged man could see the scars on the face of the girl who was shaking. He knew that the other party was not lying, and that was probably the case. After all, the adult behind the Qingyi Gang has been in great power recently and is indeed arrogant. The Baifan Gang is on the defensive overall and does not conflict head-on with the other party.

But so what? He is not a philanthropist, and he is indeed bored by this matter, so he said coldly: "I don't care about this. If you don't pay the money for today's share, there will be no reward. I am very merciful, not counting that you messed up the money for the cake, but the missing parts will be filled in the future - it will be deducted from your future reward."

"What do you think I'm doing? Let's go, I'm dirty all over. I'll at least clean it in the rain before seeing me next time."

“…”

Nodding silently, Xiao Mo limped away from the shop. The rain was still falling, and the dirt road at night was dark and sticky. It took some effort to pull your feet out of the mud.

Back in the straw shed provided by the Baifan Gang in the suburbs, the mud was indeed washed away by the rain, but the girl's teeth were shivering in the corner of the cold shed with dewdrops, covering her skin and bones with straw hanging on her dew.

Naturally, the poor don’t have rare things like quilts. At least they can have things that only people who can live in adobe houses can have. Even these straws are not something that Xiao Mo can collect himself, but something brought by a friend.

“…”

In the straw pile, the girl found a simple straw doll. The handmade doll was very rough, but it was probably a human figure. When she stared at the doll, Xiao Mo seemed to see the faces of the gangsters of the Qingyi Gang today, and seemed to see the faces of the shopkeeper. In this trance moment, she subconsciously wanted to throw the doll away or punch it with her clenched fist.

But thinking that this doll was the only item given to her by her friend, she withdrew her hand again.

In a daze, she fell asleep.

There is nothing in the dream, because the girl has never seen anything worth dreaming about in her life.

When she woke up, Xiao Mo had a high fever, and it was already noon when she woke up.

The Baifan Gang gang member who was guarding this side came to see him once and muttered, "There is not enough, where should I buried it?" The shopkeeper also sent someone to take a look, shook his head and left.

She struggled to get up and didn't eat much for a day. The girl was silent. Because she had no strength to speak, she dragged her body outside the shed. The rain stopped and the clouds dissipated. She was basking in the sun, hoping that her body would be warmer.

There have been several times in the past when I got so sick, and I got better in the sun. I hope I can survive this time.

But even if you can't hold on, what?

The humid air and the frost wind after the rain seemed cold even in the sun. However, under such circumstances, Xiao Mo felt warm all over, warm, and a kind of relief as relaxed.

Until a pair of hands with body temperature stretched out impatiently and pressed on her forehead, awakening the girl from her comfort, bringing a headache and dizziness that felt real.

"Wake up! Xiao Mo, I'm here to bring medicine!"

It was the voice of a boy with a feminine voice, with a hurried and a hint of crying. Because of the perception of this, the pale girl opened her slightly swollen eyes, and the purpose was to see a pretty face.

So, he spoke weakly: "...Alo?"

Without replying, the handsome boy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Mo wake up. Without saying a word, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, then pointed out a white pill and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.

The pills are sweet and fresh, and the feeling of freshness dispels the dizziness of the brain in an instant, and most of the hunger in the abdomen disappears. Although the whole body is still cold and hot, there is no longer the unreal comfort like a floating and unreal.

Soon, Xiao Mo woke up.

“…It’s very expensive, this pill.”
To be continued...