No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 66 Super Dimension
Ning Luo didn't wait for Chi Man's teacher, but instead waited for Da Zhou's bereaved family.

The First Prince, Zhou Wu.

He quietly came to the barren mountain with the rotting corpse of Xihuang.

The script of Dust Abyss is not a flat straight line, so the butterfly effect will always happen in strange places.

At that time, Xu Linsheng started the battle, not only telling Chiman the secret of Wufengmen, but also reminding the survivors of the Zhou Dynasty that there were enemies coming.

So Zhou Huai sat in Lin'an City and encountered Chiman.

The ending is Zhou Huaixiao's head and Chiman's broken arm.

By the way, Wu Wu lay down and died violently.

Chiman's temper naturally wouldn't go back to the academy to file a complaint, at most he would seek help from his master to find a cure for the sword intent, and it was impossible for his mentor to seek revenge.

However, the survivors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were different. The great cause was not yet completed, but Zhou Huai, who was from the ethnic group, had an accident first.

The eldest prince Zhou Wu could not turn a blind eye, because he knew that this accident was not an accident, but someone interfered indiscriminately!

The informant might have deliberately lured Zhou Huai to Lin'an City, thereby weakening Da Zhou's strength.

What's more, a core member like Zhou Huai still has a half-volume copy of dragon exploration, which cannot be passed into the hands of others.

Zhou Wu led a team to search the barren mountains, but found nothing until he saw the thundercloud.

The accident happened suddenly.

Suddenly, when Zhou Wu raised his head for the first time, he only saw the mountain wind rising gradually. He observed the terrain and thought it was caused by the barren mountain terrain.

But when it raised its head for the second time, the mountain mist had turned into a hurricane, and a thunder eye was brewing in the center of the storm.

There was a frightening prestige in Lei's eyes, and the lightning was so solid that it almost turned into liquid droplets.

Zhou Wu knew that no matter who the person who caused the vision was, he must die!
He never thought about the stupid idea of ​​recruiting talents, because he knew very well that he couldn't control such people.

If you can't control it, you'll be damned!

This is the ancestral precept of the Zhou family, and it is also a lesson for the late emperor.

If it hadn't been for raising the anti-bone Xia family, the information about the Nine Swords Breaking the Whale Abyss at that time would not have been leaked, and Da Zhou would not have been destroyed.

Zhou Wu didn't move, and neither did the survivors of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Thunderstorms are dangerous. They vaguely know that it may be a vision called Thunder Tribulation in the legend, so they also know that the living are not allowed to approach at this time, otherwise they will be locked and affected by the thunderstorm.

But rotting corpses can.

The rotting corpse in Tsing Yi stiffly drew out two short swords. The two swords did not mean that they possessed superb skills like Zhou Huai, but just because they did not need to consider defense.

The rotting corpses rushed towards Ning Luo with a distorted posture at a speed exceeding the limit of their original physical bodies!

Although they lost the support of aura, their physical bodies were stronger than before, because they released the "restrictor".

In order to protect itself, the human body cannot exert its full strength on the one hand, and on the other hand it cannot do many movements.

But rotting corpses can.

Not only can they make inhuman actions, but they can even self-mutilate to the limit of death.

The rotten corpses refined by the sixth-level qi refiners are comparable to those of the fifth-level physical training.

As for the rotting corpses cultivated by the six-level body, although they have lost the support of blood, their strength will not be lost, but may even increase.

Thousands of rotting corpses rushed towards Ningluo, among them there were more than a dozen in the seventh realm, and even more in the sixth realm!
The rotten corpse jumped up!

At the same time, Ning Luo opened his eyes.

The centrifugal speed of the acupoints gradually slowed down, and the blood and aura that were forcibly drawn into the vortex returned to circulation, leaving only a small amount of bright red blood essence stored in the acupoints.

Ning Luo's aura soared, breaking through the barriers of the six realms in an instant!

And it's not just the general six realms, it's body refining and qi refining that broke through the six realms at the same time!
In the world of dust, Dao Jie is now enough to call it a unified practice.

The glow of spirit and blood flowed from Ning Luo's body, which also meant that he finally achieved super dimension.

Now he is no longer a genius, nor is he a so-called evildoer, but an existence beyond this dimension.

It is naturally a taboo in this world.

The moment he opened his eyes, the power in Lei's eyes burst out!

A blast of Jiao Lei crashed down, followed by endless thunder light rushing down from the sky!

The rotting corpses of the sixth realm touched the Thunder Waterfall, and in the blink of an eye they were reduced to charcoal all over the place, not even qualified to approach Ningluo.

Zhou Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stepped lightly on his toes.

As a result, all the rotting corpses in the seventh realm retreated, without making any further progress.

After half a quarter of an hour, the thunder light dissipated.

Ning Luo took out a set of Chinese clothes from the storage bag and barely wrapped her body.

The training of Lei Jie is not as terrifying as imagined, because it is a pure and violent energy.

The thunder light acted on both the spiritual energy and the physical body at the same time, but Ning Luo was not weak at all, so he didn't feel threatened at all.Even this crisp and numbing electric light helped him refine his body and broaden his spiritual veins.

What is the strength of the transcendent?

Ning Luo didn't know.

But at least now he feels that his paper strength should be about the same as that of a transcendent, and his experience and skills are enough to make up for that insignificant gap.

"This is not enough, in case Xu Linsheng's owner is very strong among the transcendent..."

"No, I still have to improve, at least I have to be crushed by paper strength."

Ning Luo nodded thoughtfully, completely ignoring the survivors of Da Zhou.

Zhou Wu was stunned.

He looked at Ning Luo who was thinking to himself, then glanced at the fine clothes on Ning Luo, and then at the storage bag on Ning Luo's waist.

"?"

No, you took my emperor's brother's storage bag and just hung it on your body ostentatiously?
I've come to your door, but you still swaggered into the emperor's brother's clothes?
How dare you? !

Zhou Wu was burning with anger, his eyes were about to burst!
The contempt shown by Ning Luo was even more irritating than swearing or sarcasm!
He is dignified, how can he bear this kind of humiliation!

"Thunder Tribulation is gone! Kill him!"

The survivors of Da Zhou hide in the surroundings, waiting for the opportunity to move, while the remaining ten seven-level rotten corpses rush towards Ning Luo brazenly!
Ning Luo's thoughts were pulled back by the approaching breath.

Looking at the withered corpses, he thought to himself: "This is the rotting corpse of Xihuang? It doesn't look scary at all. I heard Lin Jiu say it so scary, but it turned out to be a mummy..."

When Lin Jiu was telling the story to Ning Luo, he described the carrion as a biochemical human in a horror game.

As a result, Ning Luo took a closer look now, and found that he was just a dead person with his eyes closed, and his movements were a little weird.

Perhaps it was because Ning Luo had seen more terrifying and paradoxical things, so the rotting corpse seemed a little childish in front of him.

Ning Luo raised his toes slightly, and then slowly lowered them down.

He also knows Da Zhou's exorcising technique, which is nothing more than two parts: refining corpses and puppet manipulation.

Most of the fighting power of the rotting corpse comes from the puppet master at the other end of the puppet line. Ning Luo could have cut off the connection between Zhou Wu and the earth veins, thereby weakening the fighting power of the rotting corpse, but he did not do so.

It's a rare chance to fight, it's better to practice hand brushing experience.

With this in mind, Ning Luo stretched the muscles and bones that had not been moved for a long time, and stretched the ligaments by the way.

Two rotten corpses of the seventh level flew to Ning Luo's side in an instant, one behind the other.

The blade is shining coldly!

But nothing was cut.

Ning Luo appeared behind the rotting corpse in a blink of an eye, and suddenly blasted out with a fist that combined spiritual energy and blood!
As the fist wind passed by, the dust leaves were blown up, piercing through the corpse's remnant in an instant!

The aftermath of the fist force swept away, forcefully knocking back the rotting corpse not far away by several feet!
"Tsk, it's disgusting..."

Ning Luo shook his hands in disgust, simply took out another Chinese dress and wiped his arms, then threw it aside casually.

Zhou Wu was dumbfounded.

He felt that there was probably something wrong with his cognition.

Why can a sixth-level monk be so comfortable and completely fearless when facing a rotting corpse comparable to a seventh-level one?

Moreover, he clearly discovered that the moment Ning Luo punched, he was obviously an individual cultivator, but his punching style was obviously mixed with majestic aura.

This does not belong to any faction of the Dust Abyss Realm, and it definitely does not even belong to the existing cultivation system!

Zhou Wu's expression became serious.

He, who was in the eighth realm, felt a deadly threat for a long time, but this threat came from a mere sixth realm.

The aura in the ground veins quickly gathered, and in a blink of an eye it turned into dragon patterns and coiled around Zhou Wu's body.

Ning Luo focused his eyes, and then showed an expression of great interest: "Is this the ability to strengthen the physical body with the aura of the earth's veins?"

It seems that the monks in the world of dust have also noticed the defect of refining qi with high attack and low defense, but they chose a solution that treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Zhou Wu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Have you watched the Dragon Surveying Technique?"

"Ang, I've finished reading it a long time ago." Ning Luo put his hands behind his back and said with a light smile, "But I should only read half of the volume, right?"

Zhou Wu's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

How long has it been since the news of Chiman's serious injury spread, and in just a few days, have you finished watching the dragon survey?

Maybe after reading it, I really just scanned it with my fingers.

During the conversation, the offensive of the rotting corpses did not stop.

Especially when Ning Luo smiled lightly with his hands behind his back, the dozen or so carrion corpses that were comparable to the seventh realm even swarmed up!

The joints of their limbs are twisted at weird angles, and their two knives stand forward, like a forklift.

However, Ning Luo didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

He just tilted his head slightly: "Why, don't you believe it?"

Zhou Wu didn't reply, he acted quite proud and calm, and only shook his head in response to Ning Luo.

Ning Luo didn't take it seriously, after all, Zhou Wu was just a low-dimensional creature to him now, and he didn't need to explain.

Wisps of qi and blood gushed out, turning into the shape of a 梼杌.

The gigantic beast several feet high swung its strong arms and fell down brutally. In the blink of an eye, most of the carrion corpses were smashed into a pulp!

Ning Luo squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, imitating Zhou Wu, looking at him with a kind face.

Pretend to be a master, right?
Who wouldn't!

Zhou Wu was also calm, his brows trembled, and then he clapped his hands: "That's right, your kung fu has both the army soul of the Great Xia Iron Blood Battalion and the vajra body of a man from the Academy. It is very unusual to come to the master."

"Oh?"

Ning Luo smiled with great interest, and then tapped his toe lightly.

Snapped.

Zhou Wu's clapping hands suddenly froze in the air, and his expression froze.

He was tongue-tied and lowered his head slightly, only to see that the aura in the ground veins was abruptly cut off by another stronger force!
Is it a coincidence?

Obviously not.

Because Zhou Wu saw that a bunch of intertwined roots like a thousand-year-old wood spread, and then controlled the remaining three rotting corpses.

Zhou Wu urged the dragon survey technique, and he tried to activate the spirit of the earth veins to manipulate the carrion, but he couldn't.

"This, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!!!"

He blushed and gritted his teeth!
However, not only failed to regain control of the rotting corpse, but he accidentally staggered half a step, and his embarrassment was obvious at a glance.

Seeing the eldest prince's actions like this, the rest of the Great Zhou survivors realized what he was doing just now.

They immediately joined forces to attack, but unfortunately, even if they gathered the power of several people, they couldn't shake the earth's pulse.

Because Ning Luo and them are not in the same dimension at all.

The circulation of the three dantians, as well as the spirit veins of the sword body, coupled with the method of tempering the sword, boiling blood and scorching refining, as well as the newly refined essence and blood acupoints.

Right now, Ning Luo's body is not of the same order of magnitude as theirs, whether it is blood or spiritual energy.

This figure towering like a mountain in the leylines, how can a mere mortal be able to shake it?
Still with his hands behind his back, Ning Luo said with a light smile, "That's right, your practice is quite similar to mine, so maybe the master's inheritance has something to do with me."

"you wanna die!!!"

Zhou Wu couldn't bear it anymore, his previous calmness collapsed in an instant, and his arrogance disappeared.

The blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, intersecting with the coiled dragon patterns, like scars from battles!

The aura of the Eight Realms soared into the sky!

If it was Ning Luo who hadn't completed the unification two days ago, he might be a little scared.

After all, Zhou Wu's dragon detection skills are obviously very comprehensive, and even Ning Luo is a little surprised, that is, Zhou Wu's skills seem to be stronger than Xiao Wang, but Xiao Wang seems a little mediocre.

From the perspective of plot setting, this should not be so.

Ning Luo has no clue about this and doesn't care.

In short, Zhou Wu's dragon detection technique can strengthen his body, so such things as hand crossbow and Huanhuan pill have little effect on him, and assassination technique is also difficult to work.

At that time, Ning Luo would probably choose to retreat.

But everything is different now.

The gap between low-dimensional and high-dimensional is even more exaggerated than the contrast between ordinary and evil.

What's the use of mere eight realms?

Zhou Wu was so furious that he easily smashed the three carrion corpses blocking the way, and rushed towards them blatantly!

He accumulated all the momentum in his body, all the spiritual energy gathered in the heart of his fist, and then with a touch of emperor's prestige looking down on the world, he punched out with a bang!
However, Ning Luo only raised his hand.

A drop of blood essence stored in the orifice was smudged, and the power was concentrated on his right arm.

When the Emperor Fist went forward indomitably, it smashed down with a loud bang!

Ning Luo raised his hand to block the punch, the power of the punch sank into his palm, and was easily dissipated in a blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Luo's power was transmitted from his waist to his arms, and the remaining blood essence poured into his palms, and then his wrists trembled violently!
click!
The sound of bone cracking sounded.

That seemingly unstoppable punch was as fragile as broken blue and white porcelain. The cracks spread from the knuckles to the shoulder blades, and finally exploded with a bang along with the whole arm!

"Uh!!! Cough!"

Ning Luo dodged to avoid the cloud of blood sprayed by Zhou Wu.

He didn't give Zhou Wu the last blow, but picked up Zhou Wu's storage bag.

Ning Luo violently opened the storage bag, but there was no trace of the complete copy of Dragon Surveying Technique.

"Not here?"

Ning Luo frowned, lightly slapped Zhou Wu twice, and asked coldly, "What about the second half?"

Zhou Wu collapsed to the ground, clutching his severed arm, his eyes were red with pain.

Even the majestic Prince Zhou knew that he had no right to be arrogant in front of this young man.

"Ask you something!" Ning Luo's tone was somewhat impatient.

In order to survive, Zhou Wu finally abandoned his arrogance, gritted his teeth and said, "What, what's next?"

"Pretending to be stupid, right? Of course it's the second volume of Dragon Surveying!"

"No, not on me."

Ning Luo folded his arms around his chest, pretending to be angry: "Are you kidding me? In the middle of the Eighth Realm, shouldn't the entire Great Zhou survivors listen to you? If the dragon survey technique is not on you, who else can it be on?"

Zhou Wu's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard the words "Da Zhou survivors".

He didn't ask how Ning Luo knew it, because he knew he wasn't worthy to ask.

Zhou Wu could only grit his teeth, and replied with difficulty: "I, what I repaired is the original, which is in the palace. They, what they repaired is the manuscript, so I, I will carry it."

It is true.

Killing monks and exploding skills, this is Ning Luo's preconceived prediction.

It is reasonable to carry the copy with you, but Zhou Wu is not a casual cultivator, so the ancestor's notes will definitely not be carried with him, but hidden in a hidden place.

Ning Luo paused for a moment, then asked, "Then tell me where it is, and I'll go back and pick it up."

Go back to pick it up next time?

Hearing this, Zhou Wu didn't know why he felt a little disobedient.

But he didn't dare to lie, because he knew that once Ning Luo went to the Western Wilderness in person, the survivors of the Great Zhou might be turned upside down by him!
Zhou Wu had no choice but to tell the truth: "From now on, go north and west, start from the edge of the barren mountain, go west for six hundred miles, and see a five-zhang Populus euphratica, that is the signpost of the secret road to the underground palace."

"That's it, let's trust you."

Ning Luo patted Zhou Wu's shoulder, turned and left silently.

He didn't have time to go to the Great Zhou Underground Palace for the time being. Although Ning Luo was interested in the dragon pattern technique, he couldn't eat too much. He still had other things that he needed to master first.

Zhou Wu looked at Ning Luo in a daze, and asked in surprise, "You, you won't kill me?"

Ning Luo's voice faded away: "Why, are you not satisfied?"

After all, Ning Luo seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and ordered in a slightly threatening tone:

"By the way, it is the people from Shushan who lied to you to come to die."

"I don't know what his name is, but remember, he will become Shushan's little uncle."

"You must, must take revenge!"

"have you understood?"

Zhou Wu was a little confused. He didn't know what Ning Luo meant. With your strength, can't you take revenge yourself?

But he knew that Ning Luo had spared his life, and he had no right to refuse.

Zhou Wu could only bow his knees and obey in a low voice:
"Ming, I understand!"

(End of this chapter)