No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 48
Break through seven realms in one day.

Even if this is a gift from heaven, the effect is too exaggerated.

Moreover, Ning Luo clearly felt that he no longer needed to deliberately guide his own exercises.

After reciting the Taoist words once, his spiritual veins seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, and there was no longer any gap.

Even when you are in a deep sleep, the exercises will flow on their own.

This is practice!
The repetitive and ineffective boring work before could almost cause bipolar disorder.

Ning Luo looked around, and found that the nearby huge hills had been razed to the ground, and the movement and movement were a bit stronger than the shaking of the ground.

And that fat tiger 梼杌 is now lying on the edge of the ruins dying, and it seems that it will not survive.

Ning Luo could roughly guess the reason.

Ferocious beasts are not afraid of death, but Zhuo Wu's intelligence is flawed.So it saw the exaggerated hurricane, sensed Ning Luo in the center of the eye of the wind, and rushed up without thinking.

No matter how long Ning Luo broke through, it lasted as long as it did.

As a result, three hours later, this sinister beast of the eight realms, which was full of tendons, also ended up exhausted.

Ning Luo shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "As expected of a good brother."

He thought to himself that he was able to break through thanks to Wu Wu's disruption, and now his good brother is working so hard for him to break through, it's really a friend in adversity.

Since there was no need for body training this time, Ning Luo did not attack Zhu Wu's corpse.

He changed into a set of high-profile Chinese clothes in Zhou Huai's storage bag. Although it was a bit shocking, it was better than not wearing a few strands.

"In 11 years and seven realms, the situation will be reversed in this way."

"But should I give the exercise a name?"

Ning Luo is also a waste of names, he pondered for a long time, and finally called it Daojie foolishly.

Dao Jie, as the name suggests, the true interpretation of the Dao, is simple and straightforward.

Although his tone was a bit grand, he would not say that he made it up anyway.

The creator of exercises?I don't know such a person.

Asking is just picking it up, taught by Grandpa Ring, or taught by Huang Gu Da Neng across time and river Tuomeng.

In short everything is ready.

Now that the exercises are able to operate on their own, Ning Luo doesn't need to expend energy to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and can go to buy spirit stones to speed up his practice.

There are still 9 years before the end, or maybe less than 9 years.

Ning Luo can decide when he wants to end, but completing the extreme challenge is the highlight of the moment.

What he just didn't know was that the world line had shifted slightly after the Battle of the Barren Mountain.

After Ning Luo left.

A figure appeared in this barren ruins.

The Holy Master walked through the air and walked to the side of Zhu Wu's body, his expression gradually became dignified.

"The 梼杌 of the Eight Realms...will not accept the corpse?"

"No matter what your intentions are, Xiao has accepted this kindness."

……

What happened to the barren mountain was not noticed by the audience.

This is true whether it is the diners in front of the barbecue booth or the netizens staring at the live broadcast.

Because Zhou Huai's identity belongs to a hidden event, it cannot appear in the live broadcast.

Such plots related to hidden events will only be announced to the public if two conditions are met.

One is that the player's knowledge rate exceeds a certain percentage, then the system will not continue to cover up.The second is that on the stage of the global finals, all the secrets of the new map will be revealed in the World Championship, and everything can be seen at a glance.

From the perspective of the audience, Ning Luo had disappeared for a long time.

There is no other reason, just because he has been actively guiding cultivation before.

Of course, this kind of picture cannot be shot, after all, this is also the rule of time travel live broadcast.

The diners in front of the barbecue booth were fine, because they had seen how powerful Ning Luo was, and knew that Ning Luo must be preparing for a big show.

But the audience watching the live broadcast is different.

They were all attracted by the video posted by Lao Zhou, but after they came, Ning Luo didn't have a camera, so who can explain this?
The barrage has already begun to brush up.

[Speaking of Ningluo fighting Wei Haichao, I saw Wei Haichao, but what about Ningluo people? 】

[Isn't the owner of this barbecue restaurant here to cheat attention? 】

【I think so too. Boss, come out and make a noise】

Old Zhou saw this scene in the background, so he raised his voice from the side: "Ning Luozhen is here. He also showed up a few times after the fourth year, but he doesn't know what he is doing now, and he hasn't shown up for a long time."

There are fewer questioning barrages.

However, the popularity of the live broadcast room has also dropped a little.

Fortunately, Lao Zhou turned on experience blocking, otherwise the screen would be full of criticism and abuse.

But in a blink of an eye, a bright red eye-catching barrage floated by.

【That's it?A street fight is so popular, is this what Yongcheng people are promising? 】

The speaker should be from other districts, because there is no division on the live broadcast platform, so he occasionally noticed such a hot live broadcast, and followed the smell.

As soon as the provocative words came out, the Yongcheng audience was immediately annoyed.

【? 】

[Where is the monkey, it's none of your business what I like to watch? 】

[Watching a game can give you a sense of superiority, right? 】

The red barrage immediately replied: [Hee hee, why am I superior? 】【You don't think that the Yongcheng game is also worthy of being called a game】

Lao Zhou had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately blocked him.

However, not long after, another blue barrage floated by.

[Yo, I'm in a hurry, did you mention your sore spots? 】

[I beg you to take a look at the screen recording of the high-end game, play Shushan and let this practice go away]

【Laughing】

[58 entries like this? 】

[Your copy of Shushan in Yongcheng must have been slaughtered by the demon sect in the end, right? 】

【It's so pitiful】

[You know, Xingang didn't last until 20 years just because of the audition.]

Lan Danmaku seems to want to finish all the words before being banned, and the speed of voice input is extremely fast.

From this point of view, he seemed to be the more anxious one.

The audience in Yongcheng instantly shared the same hatred, and there were no barriers in any circle.

After the blue barrage was silenced, the Yongcheng people began to counterattack.

[Laughs, isn't it just an early ending? Isn't it the same for our Yongcheng competition? 】

[Taking an early ending as a treasure is as rare as it is, is it ashamed to lose it? 】

【The frog at the bottom of the well, poor】

[I'm afraid you don't know, just to remind you, one of the contestants in this game has slaughtered the Demon Cult in 11 years! 】

[You Xingang is so capable, can you do it? 】

The man changed another yellow barrage, and continued to rant:

【Laughing】

[The 11-year Demon Slayer Sect, you Yongcheng people are so thick-skinned? 】

[I see 18 years written on your projection, why hasn't the Demon Sect been slaughtered yet? 】

This time, the three sentences were sealed forever by Lao Zhou.

While the Yongcheng audience was angry, they were also a little embarrassed.

I don't know which idiot used the 11-year Tumojiao to talk about it. It's been almost 20 years. Isn't it a free thing to say?
Fortunately, that person seemed to have run out of trumpets, so he couldn't continue to pursue him for the time being.

But the atmosphere at the scene and in the live broadcast room was a bit dull.

Outside the barbecue restaurant, there was even a grumpy old man who smashed the wine bottle directly, with a depressed expression on his face.

However, when the atmosphere was stalemate, the flow of time in the projection slowed down.

The picture gives a distant view, with the mighty magic cultivator army on one side and the majestic Shushan Xianfeng on the other.

Wei Haichao carried the fairy sword on his back and looked down the mountain solemnly, his expression mixed with strong fear and confusion.

It's only been 18 years, the Demon Cult, why did they attack the mountain?

(End of this chapter)