Mythological origin

Chapter 32 One Trick

"I don't know, friend, is there a way to ascend to the upper realm?" Wei Wuya asked bluntly.

"If fellow daoist can provide help, I, Yanghuogong, are willing to exchange it with a price that satisfies fellow daoist!"

He didn't want to wait in despair for Yangshou to run out like the seniors in the palace.

As long as he can ascend to the upper realm, Wei Wuya can give up everything in Yuanyang Realm.

"In three years from 230, there will be a chance." To Wei Wuya's surprise, Bai Mo directly said a very specific number, even Wei Wuya didn't believe it.

"230 three years later?"

Although a little confused, he still wrote down the number after listening to it, and was going to go back and investigate in detail any relevant information.

The only thing that the old monster who has come to his stage still cares about is the matter of ascension.

Wei Wuya doesn't know why the other party can say a specific number, but he still has a life span of nearly 700 years, so it's not that he can't wait.

"Fellow Daoist, can you be more specific? Wei must be paid a lot." Seeing that hope was in front of him, Wei Wuya couldn't help asking.

"That's all."

"Thank you, fellow daoist. I don't know your name, so can you teach me a trick?"

Ruthless Taoist monks don't have any human feelings to say. If you really don't want to say it, it's useless to grind it hard. They are just a rock that can't be eaten by oil or salt.

As for Wei Wuya's last so-called enlightenment, it was to confirm at which level the other party was in the transformation of gods.

"White ink."

As soon as these two words came out, Wei Wuya instantly felt like the world shook.

A round of white sun began to condense on Bai Mo's head.

The volume of the white light sphere expanded more and more, and the light emitted became more and more dazzling.

Gradually, in this thousand-mile radius of the sky, the white light ball overwhelmed the real sun, and the sunlight was overshadowed by the dazzling white light.

The dark clouds that remained after the rain were directly dispersed and torn apart by the endless white light.

Wei Wuya found that the white light seemed invisible, but it was extremely domineering in nature, and it was extremely heavy when it fell on him. He believed that if another Golden Core cultivator was under such pressure here, he would be crushed into meat sauce in an instant.

However, he looked at the surrounding environment. The white light fell on the trees in the mountains, which was no different from ordinary sunlight. It seemed that he was the only one being oppressed at the moment.

Wei Wuya moved his ten fingers slightly, and dozens of probing spells with different attributes flew out of his body, rushing towards the white sun.

Facing an unknown move, he first needs to collect information and determine the attributes of the opponent, so that he can restrain accordingly.

"No attribute? It's pure mana accumulation?!"

The result of the test shocked Wei Wuya, because very few people in the world of cultivating immortals use pure non-attribute mana to attack, and they usually use elemental attributes such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, or special attribute spells such as light and dark space and time.

A pure non-attribute mana attack is like cutting someone with a sword made of ooze, and the cost performance is extremely low.

But this round of white sun is equivalent to holding a super giant sword as big as a mountain to slash people... Even if it is made of mud, no one can resist it.

I don't know if it counts as hacking to death or smashing to death.

Faced with this kind of pure mana confrontation, Wei Wuya could only fight with strength against strength, but no matter how many spells he played and how many tricks he used to fight, the white light still seemed endless.

The total mana of the other party is not like what a cultivator can have.

Wei Wuya, who was in the mid-stage of the transformation of the gods, asked himself that he had also fought with a few hidden old monsters in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, but it was far less uncomfortable than today's scene.

It was becoming more and more difficult for him to sustain himself in this white light, even for a moment, Wei Wuya was hesitating, whether the other party suddenly became murderous...

A ruthless guy doesn't need to have killing intent, nor does he need to have pleasure or anger to kill.

As long as they think you're in the way, they'll just kick you out of the way, that's all.

"Supernatural power, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!"

Faced with such a situation, Wei Wuya quickly stopped the unnecessary consumption of mana, because he couldn't consume the Taoist Bai at all, so he directly used his supernatural power to move randomly thousands of miles away in an instant.

This supernatural power is the foundation of his survival. Although the random teleportation is a bit tricky, and the cooldown period is not short, the advantage is that the distance is extremely long. Even in the basic battle of transforming gods, he can leave the battlefield at any time and leave the opponent behind.

"This guy, maybe he already has the magic power of the Void Refinement Stage... In a place like Yuanyang Realm, I'm afraid there won't be any opponents..."

After being thousands of miles away in an instant, with Wei Wuya's perception at the level of transforming a god, he could still vaguely "see" the great sun transformed by the white ink... He left without looking back.

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"Junior Brother, are you sure this Bai Taoist is really a cultivator from the upper realm?"

Inside the Yanghuo Palace, the Supreme Elder Ji Xuande was talking about the past going out with another Supreme Elder, Wei Wuya.

The relationship between the cultivator of Huashen and the Ascension Channel is very important, and Ji Xuande had to confirm it again.

"Seven days ago, I played against him once."

"How is the result?"

"It's a desperate move."

"..."

After hearing these words, Ji Xuande understood the opponent's strength.

Based on his understanding of this face-saving junior for many years, unless the gap is really huge, it will make him loosen his tone.

Fighting back and forth, he would describe the enemy as barely able to resist.

If he is pressed and beaten, he will be described as equal to each other, and no one can do anything to the other.

As for losing a move...

"Could it be that Junior Brother Wuya didn't block even one of his moves?" Ji Xuande involuntarily asked based on his junior's spring and autumn brushwork.

"If a move is defeated in seconds, it is also a move that is lost..."

In order to take care of this junior brother's face, Ji Xuande still didn't say what was in his heart. The two had known each other for nearly a thousand years, and their personalities were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar.

"The profound truth contained in this Taoist move is far beyond that of any cultivator I have come into contact with, and it is definitely beyond the reach of cultivators in this world."

In order to hide his guilty conscience, Wei Wuya continued to brag to death.

"And you said that the opportunity to ascend in 230 three years later, what is going on?"

Ji Xuande was too lazy to talk about his combat power with this junior, so he turned the topic to something more important.

"I don't know, he only said this time."

"I will die in about 300 years. If it is true, then this day will not kill me!"

Ji Xuande is a great cultivator in the late stage of transformation, and his cultivation has already been thoroughly polished, but he has been stuck in the Yuanyang Realm because he has been suffering from no way to ascend.

Going to the outside of the sky is almost dead, and he will not choose this road until the last moment, so he has been sitting in the Yanghuo Palace waiting for a turning point.

(End of this chapter)