Chapter 595: Strength Is the Truth

Cheng Lijun is no fairy.

You won’t get angry just because you don’t get what you want. Some things are decided by others, even if it is unreasonable. However, others represent power, and you are weak, so you can only accept it. If you want to change this situation, you can only be better than others. Just be strong.

During this period, working hard to become stronger is the only way out.

Complaining, getting angry, etc. will not help.

This is a world of power. The strong is justified and the weak is unreasonable. There is no such thing as political correctness.

Unfair?

You can only endure it!

Therefore, Cheng Lijun recognized her master very cleanly, and there was no anger or grievance in her eyes.

If you want to save your junior brother, you can only cultivate to the realm of Yangshen within ten years.

"Master, what skills do I need to learn?"

Soon, Cheng Lijun asked.

Time was precious and she couldn't afford to waste it.

"good!"

Patriarch Guizang smiled.

A bit of fluorescence flew out and landed between Cheng Lijun's eyebrows. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the colorful flying sword buzzed, but it failed to stop the fluorescence from entering. The fluorescence circled around the flying sword and dissipated silently.

The next moment, Cheng Lijun also had a clear understanding.

She learned a method of sacrificing swords.

A magical power that nourishes the Yin God.

At this time, Patriarch Guizang waved his hand. Cheng Lijun was wrapped in a ball of light and dissipated instantly. When she appeared, she had already landed in a small courtyard located on a certain floating mountain. The courtyard had a two-foot-tall building. building.

Outside the hospital, the wind was blowing fiercely.

The courtyard has a barrier, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard never sway in the slightest. Cheng Lijun knows that this is her training place.

Even when she was alone, Cheng Lijun never burst out her anger and resentment, but suppressed it in her heart.

Immediately, he started practicing.

…

"Master, do this, okay?"

When Patriarch Guizang did this, Mingde Zhenjun actually didn't understand that no matter how evil his master was behind his back, his personality was kind.

There are three Dharma Patriarchs in the entire Guizang Hall. Why does he have the name Guizang? It’s not because he has a good personality. He is the master in charge of the Guizang Hall and has the approval of the Supreme Elder who practices in Jiutian.

However, doing this now was the first time I saw Mingde Zhenjun.

Cheng Lijun is a rare genius. If she is treated like this, she will inevitably have second thoughts. What if she becomes stronger in the future?

In short, Zhenjun Mingde thinks it is inappropriate.

However, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only mention it tactfully.

"Mingde, I know it well!"

"It's you, why did you lose your soul?"

Ancestor Guizang looked a little confused.

He saw something was wrong with Zhenjun Mingde at the first sight. Cheng Lijun and Nie Wushuang were still there at that time, so he didn't say anything.

Now, it's just the two of them, so there's nothing in the way.

"Why!"

True Lord Mingde sighed.

He had already passed the news back to Guizang Hall through secret channels about being ambushed by Xuanyin Hall and the flying boat crashing, so there was no need to talk about it again.

The white mist world he was talking about.

Hearing that Lord Mingde mistakenly entered the world of white mist, Patriarch Guizang's expression became serious and no longer calm.

The world of white mist!

He had never gone in, but when he was an immortal, he had witnessed a senior brother being swallowed by the white mist. He was lucky and barely escaped from the edge of the white mist without being swallowed by the white mist.

That senior brother was a proud man of heaven, and was recognized as the best flying sword shadow in Sword Pool. Three hundred years ago, he was as powerful as Cheng Lijun now.

However……

After the senior brother was swallowed by the white mist, he never came back.

No matter how amazing you are, geniuses who fail to grow up are ultimately useless. The world of Baiwu is extremely dangerous and terrifying, far beyond what people think. True Lord Mingde can enter the world of Baiwu and come back alive, even if His soul was damaged and his cultivation level declined, but he was lucky enough.

Listening to True Lord Mingde's narration, Guizang frowned even more.

He left the world of white mist completely ignorant. He was like this. Cheng Lijun, an innate immortal, and ordinary warriors like Nie Wushuang, were probably like this too.

What happened?

Is it really luck?

"Master..."

Mingde Zhenjun wanted to speak but stopped.

"Let me help you take a look!"

Ancestor Guizang said softly.

Then, a white mist rose up in the hall. The white mist was like a dragon circling and flying in the hall. Then, it rushed towards True Lord Mingde, opened its huge mouth, swallowed True Lord Mingde, and continued to circle and dance.

This white mist is the Dharma form of Patriarch Guizang.

Just like the Dharma signs at the entrance to the Guizang Hall, those Dharma signs belong to another ancestor. Whether that ancestor is in retreat, practicing, practicing or even fighting elsewhere, the Dharma signs in the village still exist.

If it fails and dies, the soul will be generated in one of the rituals in the village.

Well, to a certain extent, those dharma images are all clones, and their original souls can be transferred and reborn at any time.

Therefore, the Dharma Patriarch of this world and the Dharma True King of the second world are not the same thing. Although they are both Dharma, they are completely different.

Of course, this does not mean that you can live forever in this way. The soul also has a time limit, but it is just better than the physical body.

It is impossible to live like a matryoshka doll forever.

In this world, the lifespan of Dharma Patriarch is only seven to eight hundred years at most. If you want to live longer, you must break through the realm.

From breaking through the Dharma to becoming a god, one's lifespan can be extended to two thousand years.

The founding patriarch of the Tianjian Sect and several Supreme Elders were in the realm of transformed gods. Several of them have fallen, but there are still some who are still alive.

However, they can only leave this world and go to Jiutian.

Even in an independent space secret realm like Tianjianmen, if you stay in the human world, you will inevitably be contaminated by the poison of the world of mortals.

Incarnation is the existence that abandons the body.

The basis for being able to live for two thousand years is to stay away from the mortal world. If one is poisoned by the mortal world, his lifespan will be greatly reduced.

Maybe it won’t last as long as the Dharma Prime Minister.

After a while, the white mist dissipated, and True Lord Mingde appeared.

He looked pitifully at Patriarch Guizang, his lips trembled slightly, and asked softly.

"Master."

Ancestor Guizang shook his head and sighed.

"Mingde, this kind of damage to the soul is irreversible. I can't help you recover with my master's methods. In fact, this kind of damage has always existed, and the Yang Shen Qi you condensed is being swallowed by invisible existence..."

"It won't be long before you fall down and return to your innate state!"

"ah!"

True Lord Mingde couldn't believe his ears.

He opened his mouth and almost roared, but in the end, he endured it, closed his eyes in pain and frowned.

"Why, am I the one who got hurt?"

"The two of them are weaker than me, yet unscathed?"

"Could it be that it's really good luck!"

True Lord Mingde looked at Patriarch Guizang with a somewhat crazy expression.

"Master, if Junior Sister is really blessed by luck and is the son of destiny, can your plan still succeed?"