I have a talent tree

Chapter 175 Five Years
"Where's Brother Zican?"

Murong Cang and Tang Xinmian stood suspended in the sky at the boundary line of the Demon Realm.

"I'm very sorry for you two. Zican said that he is in retreat and cannot come to see you two Taoists off."

The Holy Son said apologetically.

"No problem." Tang Xinmian waved her hands and said nothing more.

She understood that the other party was frightened to death by the little monster, and in the end he became so ugly that he had no shame to show off to others.

In fact, no one would laugh at her. If she were to put herself in her shoes, it would be difficult for anyone to maintain her mentality in that situation. Even she might choose the same way.

After all, that was a tenth-level potential person. If the other party really kept him by force and didn't use the True Saint's trump card, prodigies like them might not be able to escape.

Only by experiencing it with your own hands can you understand the horror of that geek.

"Fairy, you can't keep the little monster here."

Murong Cang was noncommittal.

The beautiful woman sneered, not worried about anything.

What is a strange tribe? There was at least one semi-immortal from our ancestors who had a profound foundation. After more than 100,000 years, he was still glorious and prosperous, dominating the world.

"So what if he rules the world?"

Murong Cang also crossed the boundary line and entered a vast territory.

"Okay, I have to say goodbye after a long journey. I'm here to say goodbye today. Thank you to the Holy Son for your warm hospitality over the past few days. If you enter the universe next year, you will definitely treat the Holy Son to drink a few glasses of good wine from your hometown."

After thinking for a moment, the latter said:

"The fairy is involved, aren't you afraid that the little monster will hold a grudge?"

The Holy Son suddenly spoke, his face solemn.

"Brother Dao, I am deeply grateful for your kindness." The Holy Son expressed his sincere thanks.

But if my elders want to get involved, it’s definitely not because of this.

This is her confidence as a direct descendant of the Qi clan!

In fact, when young prodigies compete, whoever has no grudges will have to ask their elders to get rid of them. Why are they fighting? Just let the elders fight.

"I will explain this matter to my elders, but whether it can happen or not is not up to me."

What kind of storms have I never seen before, but just because of a little friction with a little monster, I have to go to war?

He was also worried about being hated by Bai Jingji.

The Holy Son raised his head slightly and looked out. In the fog ahead, dazzling rays of light were vaguely visible.

"What do you think, Brother Murong?" The Holy Son did not dare to force Tang Xinmian, and then looked at another evildoer.

Hearing this, Tang Xinmian raised his eyebrows and said:
"Aren't the senior officials of your clan and the Pang family already discussing this?"

Tang Xinmian said, nodded slightly, then turned into a stream of light and went away.

Some kind of interest relationship must be reached.

On the other side is the territory of the Upper Three Realms, which is wider, more talented, and more dazzling.

There are many strong people and countless geniuses. It is a big stage where countless monks flock to it and the competition becomes fiercer.

"One day, I will enter the upper three realms and see the wonders of the great realms." The Holy Son whispered, turned and left.

……

at the same time.

A certain courtyard of Lingxiao Academy.

A martial arts arena.

Bai Jing was sitting cross-legged, watering the formation flag with the divine blood he had obtained.

More than ten days have passed since the Dharma battle.

Everything has calmed down and the battlefield of Dharma has been destroyed. According to what the elders said, maybe this battlefield may not open again and may become history.

At least within ten years, there will no longer be a Dharma battlefield.

The ones who benefited were naturally those Dharma Signs, especially the disciples of Lingxiao Academy, who could take a break for a while. After years of fighting and fighting, even the purple-gold monster Gu Jingzhi wanted to lay down, not to mention the ordinary Dharma Signs below who could hardly save their lives.

All practitioners can recuperate and improve their cultivation with peace of mind.

But it was different for Bai Jing.

"Those elders want me to stay in Lingxiao City and wait until I reach the third level before going to the Yuanshen battlefield!"

Bai Jing whispered.

He prefers to practice quietly, but the greater his ability and the more resources he enjoys, the greater the corresponding responsibilities. The elders and younger generations have great expectations for him and regard him as the hope of the world.

Sharing honor and disgrace, naturally, he has no objection to staying in this city.

"It's up to the elders to make the decision."

Bai Jing put aside these distracting thoughts and continued to pour the divine blood.

He never slacked off and always maintained a progressive spirit.

Now that his reputation has been established, it is estimated that Yaoyu regards him as a thorn in his flesh, and there will definitely be fierce attacks in the future. In this regard, Bai Jing can only continue to improve his strength. The higher his cultivation level, the safer he will feel in his heart.

"Cow!" He shouted. According to the past, the bull demon had already appeared.

But now, in the huge courtyard, only his echo came.

Yes.

He suddenly remembered that his demon pet had made meritorious deeds on the battlefield and was valued by a group of top Dharma ministers, and his status had soared.

Sometimes even if you want to invite him to a banquet, you have to send the message through this bull demon.

After all, Bai Jing, who is practicing, never looks at the communication talisman. Even if he sees it, he doesn't bother to reply.

It is said that the more powerful geniuses have some bad habits, and Bai Jing's problem is that when he is practicing in retreat, don't interfere with him to improve his strength.

My peers are used to this, and most of the time they spread the word through the bull demon.

But whether he can go out or not depends on his mood.

Therefore, the bull demon, who is now being taken seriously, has been invited to various banquets these days.

"I remember that when the bull demon was guarding the battlefield, he almost killed his ancestor. It proved his determination. Let him enjoy the scenery for a few days."

Bai Jing shook his head.

Then, he put away the formation map and looked at the talent tree:

[Shen Sha Jue (Space)·Uninitiated (101/2000)]

[Shen Sha Jue (Wood)·Uninitiated (120/1000)]

[Shen Sha Jue (Wind)·Uninitiated (150/1000)]

Three new Shensha techniques have been prepared for practice courses, which are the key to improving the power of his Shensha formation.

And every sect of divine evil involves a kind of Tao.

Rumor has it that these avenues are related to the owner of the divine blood, and the two must be combined to unleash the strongest power of the formation.

It took Pang Qing and Tang Xinmian ten years to get started with the four sacred formations. You can't blame them for not being good at it. On the contrary, it's quite extraordinary.

After all, just the formation of the 'Twelve Capital Gods' will take a long time.

The difficulty of this formation is so high that it is indeed rare in the world!
Although Bai Jing has a talent tree to rely on, the improvement speed of the formation may have to slow down.

"Boom!"

Bai Jing used Shensha Jue and started to gain proficiency.

……

"Brother Bai Dao is still not here?"

In a courtyard that was very lively, Wen Renzhao looked at a man with a red horn on his head and said.

The latter smiled and replied:
"Master Bai has gone into seclusion. He has just made up for the shortcomings of the formation and wants to let it bloom with greater power as soon as possible."

"Brother Bai is really hardworking. Just after the war, he should have been honored and enjoyed all the scenery, but he went into seclusion again. Is it just for the sake of practice, not such a wonderful life?"

Feng Yingying from the Dongxuan Immortal Sect held the wine glass, her face was red and she was a little drunk, and she said crisply.

……

After the war ended, Bai Jing was able to improve his strength with peace of mind and was never bored at all.

It is said that a retreat can last for several years or even decades or hundreds of years, but the strength does not improve much, and it is inevitable that it will feel boring.

But this is for the mighty.

At present, Bai Jing has a clear feeling of improvement in strength and is making progress every day.

In other words, he is used to such days, but he will feel uncomfortable when he stops practicing.

As before, time is divided into two, Bai Jing practices spirituality at night and practices formations during the day.

The dual cultivation of spiritual formation, both paths are progressing in a steady and rapid way.

Time passes day by day.

The battlefield of the Dharma Prime Minister was destroyed, and all the Dharma Prime Ministers were liberated, but the rest of the battlefield was not pleasant.

Both Yaoyu and the Pang clan took a deep breath. Since they couldn't find Bai Jing to take revenge, they naturally vented their anger in other ways.

The fighting between Yuanshen and even beyond the battlefield was fierce, and many people died every time.

This is a way for two realms to fight against each other. Hongyu has to fight even if he doesn't want to, otherwise more people will die.

Therefore, the Yuanshen Transcendence who are fighting are all suffering, and both sides are suffering.

The Demon Territory has the help of the Pang family, which makes it even better, but its strength is limited. Because of the allies of the Hong Territory, the An family has made great efforts to reconcile and even deepen their friendship. They truly support sincerely, and each master of the An family unleashes their power on the battlefield. Yes, some died in battle.

All we can say is that this kind of fighting will not stop until the war ends.

Of course, some Yuanshen overhauls often pay attention to the news of a certain geek, hoping that this person will grow to the third level to relieve the pressure on the Yuanshen battlefield.

But obviously, it will take a long time.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

(End of this chapter)