The myth of crossing the heavens

The giant spirit god is very watery.

But his divine power is truly extremely high-level power.

Yi Qingchen negotiated a good deal with him, taking three wisps of divine power from him every day in exchange for his vitality.

After a month, Yi Qingchen felt a little lost.

What a waste.

The Giant Spirit God can gather only three strands of divine power every day, and it only takes half an hour to sharpen his true essence.

And the time is still shortening.

Most of the time throughout the day, Yi Qingchen could only practice the four spells and swordsmanship boringly.

The previous fight with the Giant Spirit God made Yi Qingchen realize that although the spells are cool and powerful, in terms of reaction speed and instant explosive power, martial arts still dominate.

Therefore, spells need to be cultivated, and martial arts must also be cultivated.

Yi Qingchen picked up the sword technique and practiced again.

It's just that this time he is not practicing moves, but how to improve the power of moves.

Increase the instant output threshold of the true element, increase the conversion rate of the true element conversion attack, and reduce the time for the true element to run from calm to extreme.

Faster, more powerful, everything revolves around these two points.

click!
A crack appeared on the blade of the Long Whale Sword.

Yi Qingchen sighed, tore off a piece of cloth and wiped the long whale sword carefully.

Fantie is Fantie after all, even after years of accumulation of true energy and true energy, it still cannot support the violent movement of true essence.

"It seems that the matter of finding Yin Zhong is on the agenda. I need a better sword."

"Flying Sword!"

Yi Qingchen muttered, and turned to practice palms, fists, legs and lightness skills.

However, what he practiced was not just pure martial arts. He aroused flames when striking with fists and palms, and aroused strong winds when striking with legs and feet and leaping with light skills, so as to achieve greater power and faster speed.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

"Really, how about you find a few people to sacrifice to me?"

'Taoist Qingyu' said cautiously: "My distraction is too weak. Concentrating three strands of divine power is the limit, but my body can generate a large amount of divine power. It's just that the divine body is seriously damaged now, but if there are ten people Believe in and offer sacrifices to the lesser gods, and you will probably be able to condense a ray of divine power, and if there are 800 people who believe in the lesser gods, the lesser gods will be able to provide sufficient divine power to the real people."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Yi Qingchen said unhappily: "The poor Taoist has attained the Tao at any rate, it's just a trivial matter to find some people to sacrifice to you, but there are too many ten people, and you have to give me a wisp of divine power for every five people, otherwise you will never be able to do so." Don't even think about someone offering sacrifices to you."

"Five people are too few..."

'Taoist Qingyu' said anxiously: "There must be at least eight people, otherwise the real person will not be able to extract the divine power even if he blows up the little god."

Yi Qingchen said: "Don't talk nonsense, five people exchange a wisp of divine power, will you do it?"

'Taoist Qingyu' gritted his teeth and said, "Do it!"

Even if the divine power cannot be retained, as long as the number of priests is increased, injuries can be healed and the divine body can be restored.

In any case, let's talk about recovering from the injury first.

As long as the strength is restored, it is not a matter of one's own thought whether to hand over the divine power at that time.

Yi Qingchen took 'Taoist Qingyu' back to the medical hall, and found some common people to offer sacrifices to the Giant Spirit God.

He was very cautious, choosing old and weak women and children.

Even being brainwashed by the giant spirit god will not cause too much harm.

"I am a giant spirit god, recite my name, keep you safe, treat me as the master, and send you wealth..."

The giant spirit god also has a little divine power, and when the people sacrifice, they directly manifest the phantom of the gods in their minds, promising a bunch of benefits from the sacrifice.

The people are afraid of its prestige, greedy for its benefits, and there are not a few people who sincerely believe in it.

Yi Qingchen sent people to supervise the behavior of these common people, and made preparations for some emergencies.

Soon, the effect of the sacrifice was manifested.

The strength of the giant spirit god's distraction has not increased, but the divine power transmitted from the main body has increased day by day.

Yi Qingchen realized something in his heart: "It seems that the situation of the giant spirit god is not good, otherwise he can give up distraction, how can he obediently pass the divine power wave after wave."

What does this mean?
It explained that he had no other contact person except Taoist Qingyu, a priest, so he would not let go of any way to obtain a priest.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyu is also a wonderful person!"

Yi Qingchen sighed in his heart, and ordered people to increase the supervision of the people who sacrificed to the giant spirit god.

He wanted to make sure that the Giant Spirit God would not have any more priests.

'Taoist Qingyu' complexion is getting better and better, and the breath on his body is getting heavier.

There is a majestic demeanor that is being revived and growing, sometimes causing Yi Qingchen to feel palpitations in the face of a powerful enemy.

Can't go any further.

Yi Qingchen controlled the number of sacrifices to 200, cutting off the path for the sacrifice to continue to spread.

43 wisps of divine power per day are enough for Yi Qingchen to sharpen his true energy.

"Really, why haven't there been any newcomers in the past few days? Just these 200 people are not of much use."

'Taoist Qingyu' came to find Yi Qingchen, and complained: "Our gods rely on the power of sacrifices to cultivate, and the newly joined priests can bring more divine power. As time goes by, the amount of divine power they can contribute Gradually decrease, if there are no new priests to join, the power of the little god will gradually decrease."

"Don't worry, don't worry..."

Yi Qingchen reassured: "God doesn't know anything. Before I found so many people to sacrifice to the gods that are not recognized by the court, it has attracted the attention of the court. Now I have to stop the action temporarily to avoid being discovered by the court and sending high-level people to suppress it."

"Please wait for God, there will be good news in a short time."

"Then this daily divine power..."

'Taoist Qingyu' tentatively asked: "Can it be less, so that the little god can have a chance to breathe."

"Hahaha, Shangshen's abilities are extraordinary, how could he care about a little bit of divine power."

Yi Qingchen laughed: "43 wisps of divine power, not a little bit less."

'Qingyu Taoist' eyes were shining with golden light, and he left with his head down.

"This little ant is quite afraid of me, but how does he know the supreme power of the gods?"

The 'Taoist Qingyu' who returned to the room showed disdain and began to meditate.

The primordial spirit was running, and a wisp of divine consciousness fell into the mind of a certain believer, turning into the appearance of a god.

The thin man's eyes flashed with golden light, he carried the basket and walked out of the courtyard.

Not far away, two jovial youths came up to meet him, and asked the thin man with a smile, "What does Second Brother Zhang do for a living?"

The thin man raised his head, his eyes sparkling with gold.

The eyes of the two youths froze for a moment, and it took a while for them to return to normal.

A smile appeared on the thin man's face, and he whispered to himself: "Taiyi, this god is changeable, and has the ability to control all spirits. You want to fight against this god, it is so naive."

night.

When the two young men returned home, they set up incense tables and offered wooden statues.

"The Supreme God..."

Yi Qingchen practiced hard every day, and his true essence became more and more pure.

In the past three months, his cultivation has more than doubled before he knew it.

After all, divine power is divine power, and it can be used to sharpen one's true energy.

The total amount of Yi Qingchen's true energy has doubled, but the purity has nearly doubled, and his strength is completely different from before.

Now he is not afraid of Yin Zhong at all.

'Taoist Qingyu' found Yi Qingchen, and clapped the case and said: "There is no such reason in the world. If you don't find a priest for me and I provide enough divine power, my body is about to collapse. If you don't find a priest for me again Otherwise, I will no longer provide you with divine power."

"Okay, okay, I'm about to tell God the good news."

Yi Qingchen said with a smile: "I have found a thousand people, all of them can be sacrificed to the God, and I hope the God can use his supernatural powers to quickly conquer them."

"really?"

'Taoist Qingyu' was overjoyed: "A real person is a true believer!"

"Of course it's true, I've brought everyone..."

As Yi Qingchen said, he came to Taoist Qingyu, then suddenly raised his palms, touching the chest of 'Taoist Qingyu' silently.

"you……"

'Taoist Qingyu' didn't have time to react, he just said the word 'you' and was hit.

boom!
An advanced version of the 'Fire Controlling Technique', high-pressure explosive flames... palm.

Condensing the extremely compressed flame ball in the palm of the hand, with the force of the palm to hit the explosion, the power is outrageous.

The red light flashed, illuminating the vast void.

The golden light on the body of 'Taoist Qingyu' is shining brightly with the red light of the flame.

Raging energy erupted in a narrow space.

'Taoist Qingyu' was hit in the chest by the energy of the explosion, flying him directly, and then fell hard to the ground.

"Tai Yi bastard, you are plotting against me again!"

'Taoist Qingyu' roared loudly, twisting his body forcefully in mid-air, and grabbed a golden gun out of thin air with his palm, and he was about to kill someone with the gun.

But he was still a step behind.

Yi Qingchen jumped up to keep up, striking one palm after another, the speed was dizzying.

'Taoist Qingyu' was slow in one move, slow in his moves, and was beaten back thirty feet by Yi Qingchen.

In the end, Yi Qingchen kicked the 'Qingyu Taoist' who had dissipated the golden light away, directly smashing his spine.

Taoist Qingyu has never appeared in such a long time.

One can imagine his fate.

Of course, even if he didn't die, Yi Qingchen wouldn't be able to keep his hand.

What friends, friendship, the two are purely adults' cooperative relationship.

The chest of the fallen Giant Spirit God was pitch black, and some flesh and blood had been torn, exposing the white bones inside.

Yi Qingchen flipped his palms, removed all the bones of the giant spirit god, and re-strengthened the golden needle seal.

"Didn't God say that your divine power is exhausted?"

Yi Qingchen said leisurely: "I see that the divine power you have gathered just now is clearly sufficient."

"You want to break your promise?"

The giant spirit god didn't answer Yi Qingchen's question, but said angrily: "I knew that you humans are extremely humble, and you will only go back on what you say."

"Don't say that you are so wronged. We all get what we need. It would be a good thing for me to find a priest for you in exchange for your divine power, but you just want to make a small move, and you actually secretly trick the priest to spread the truth about you. sect."

Yi Qingchen smiled disdainfully: "Hey, the Giant Spirit Cult really doesn't know what to do."

"You already knew?"

The giant spirit god's expression became even more ugly, and he said hastily: "I am the only living god in the world. If you kill me, there will be no way to gain divine power. On the contrary, if you are willing to keep me, I can provide you with one hundred A ray of divine power."

"late!"

Yi Qingchen snorted coldly, urging the power of the Death Talisman.

The face of the Giant Spirit God changed, and he said loudly: "I know the way to enter the ancient battlefield. There are many artifacts and cultivation methods of various great gods in it. As long as you can get the inheritance of one or two of them, you will definitely be able to ascend to God."

"So you lied to me about many things before."

Yi Qingchen said with a cold face: "Tell me clearly what you know first, and if there is even the slightest lie, I will seal your whole body and put it in a coffin and bury you on the ground, so that you will be terrified underground to death."

What is the difference between this and being trapped in the ancient battlefield?
The giant spirit god sighed and began to explain the details.

The giant spirit god was also a part of it during the ancient war, but it was just an inconspicuous little character.

It is precisely because he is an inconspicuous little character that he was able to survive by feigning death.

But after the war, the ancient battlefield was sealed, and although he survived by chance, he was unable to leave.

Thousands of years of lonely life exhausted his divine power, so he had to cooperate with Taoist Qingyu and Yi Qingchen.

Yi Qingchen didn't plan to go on the ancient battlefield.

If you don't know where you are, you can't go.

However, the methods of cultivating gods and refining divine weapons explained by the Giant Spirit God are all based on incense sacrifices, and they have no effect on Yi Qingchen.

There is only one method of refining gods that is interesting, and it was kept by Yi Qingchen.

"Pity!"

Yi Qingchen sighed, sealed all the five senses of the giant spirit god, drained his divine power and stuffed it into the coffin.

Divine power is also a kind of energy after all.

After losing the master's control, it will still be sucked away by Yi Qingchen's method of absorbing skill.

Yi Qingchen swept away the ashes and summoned Liu Wuque.

"How is Yin Zhong's investigation going?"

Liu Wuque replied: "According to Master's instructions, we are targeting the Immortal Immortal who appeared in Kyoto three years ago. He has profound martial arts skills and knows how to refine elixir, unlike ordinary people."

Unlike in history, the capital of the Western Jin Dynasty is now Chang'an.

"That's right, take good care of those people who believe in the Giant Spirit God. From now on, only the best 200 people will be kept, and others will not allow them to be sacrificed. If they are stubborn, they will be sent to prison for a few days."

Liu Wuque bowed and said yes.

Yi Qingchen summoned a strong wind and came to the capital Chang'an within a day.

He identified the direction and soon came to the residence of the Immortal Changsheng.

"Since my friend is here, why don't you show up and see him?"

The real Changsheng has a handsome face, black hair, and three long beards. He is very dignified.

As soon as Yi Qingchen arrived, he raised his head and said.

"Superior!"

Yi Qingchen's heart shuddered, but he still watched from a distance and did not show up to meet each other.

After a while, Master Changsheng lowered his head again and continued to fiddle with the herbs in his hand.

Yi Qingchen is an expert in medicine, and soon found out that his medicinal materials are medicines for tigers and wolves, and they are not medicinal materials that can strengthen the foundation and increase life expectancy.

Eighty percent of it is the secret medicine in the palace dedicated to the emperor.

After a while, Master Changsheng raised his head again and repeated what he just said.

Yi Qingchen couldn't help laughing, secretly ashamed.

He was almost defrauded of his whereabouts with such a simple method.

boom……

The flame in the alchemy furnace suddenly exploded and rolled towards the real Changsheng.

"Oops, the furnace exploded again..."

Daoist Changsheng hurriedly fell on his back, barely letting go of the momentum of the flames.

"Sure enough, there are ghosts!"

Yi Qingchen narrowed his eyes, didn't make a move directly, and still waited and watched.

The flames just now were his hands and feet, mixed with high-temperature flames.

If it was an ordinary person, their clothes would definitely burn at that moment, instead of being unaffected by the high temperature and flames like Changsheng Daoist.