Fantasy: Take the Great Wall with you to cross

In the land of heritage.

Su Huang’s mind was in his body, sensing the changes in the sea of knowledge.

A stream of memories surged in, like a torrent, carrying countless information into his sea of knowledge.

Qinglian Sword Immortal’s life, tens of thousands of years, is incomparably long, and the insights and knowledge he has experienced are as vast as a sea of smoke, and there are countless of them.

One after another, the torrent of information rushed, shimmering with colorful brilliance, and the crystal brilliance flowed into Su Huang’s sea of knowledge, blending with his own memories.

In a trance.

In Su Huang’s heart, all kinds of sights and knowledge were imprinted on it, and they could not be forgotten, as if he had personally experienced and practiced, which was extremely magical.

In an instant.

Su Huang seemed to have grown into a wise man who knew ancient and modern times, and turned into a supreme power as knowledgeable as the sea.

In Su Huang’s heart, there was no thousands of strange, vast and extensive information flowing.

There are little-known ancient secrets, thousands of exotic flowers and plants, and geographical information from all over the world,…… There are many kinds and so on.

This feeling is extremely special and feels a little unreal.

This situation is like thousands of ancient books unfolding in front of themselves, they are filled with vicissitudes and quaint atmosphere, quickly rolling over.

But in an instant, you will completely remember their content, and it will be wonderful.

Meanwhile.

Su Huang’s heart shook, and he realized that his soul had also undergone amazing changes.

Countless memory information flowed, shining brightly, nourishing his divine soul and opening up his sea of knowledge.

“Boom”

A silent roar came out of thin air, like the first thunder at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, resounding through the void, pregnant with endless vitality.

The next moment.

Between Su Huang’s eyebrows, countless soul energies gathered, turning into a small purple-gold lake.

The golden light of the small lake flows, shining brightly, surrounded by purple hua, misty, giving people an incomparably noble and ethereal and mysterious feeling.

“This is…?”

Su Huang was a little stunned and opened his eyes abruptly.

A purple-gold divine light shot out from his eyes, inches long and short, blazing brightly.

Moment.

Su Huang felt different, his five senses suddenly sharpened, and his soul did not know how many times stronger.

In his eyes, everything around him came alive.

“This is … Divine incarnation? ”

Su Huang flipped through the memory information that fused with Master Qinglian, and suddenly understood, and his face showed joy.

The divine incarnation is the embodiment of the ultimate power of the soul.

Only when the soul energy is incomparably majestic, condensed to the extreme, compressed like a diamond, can it be transformed into substance and divine consciousness.

Generally speaking, ordinary cultivators only had the opportunity to possess such vast and powerful soul power after stepping into the realm of solipsism.

And among them, the most talented among the cultivators of the self-realm, can successfully transform the divine consciousness into a form.

And Su Huang himself, who came from the sacrifice and fused the souls of the two, was already extremely powerful, far beyond ordinary people.

Now he has been gifted by the Qinglian Sword Immortal, and he has opened up the sea and gathered endless soul information.

In the end, his soul power increased in great strides and reached a higher level, comparable to a supreme solipsist realm cultivator.

It’s a seismic metamorphosis.

Within the eyebrows, a small purple-gold lake shone brightly, extremely deep, and you couldn’t see the bottom at all.

Su Huang silently felt this gratifying transformation and stood up.

“Congratulations to Master…”

He bowed deeply towards the place where Qinglian’s memory disappeared, his expression extremely solemn.

This is not a polite courtesy, but a sincere salute.

In a short period of communication, Su Huang really felt the good intentions of the Qinglian Sword Immortal, and his heart couldn’t help but be moved.

For the sake of his disciple, who did not know when it would come, he had spent so much effort and made such a thoughtful arrangement.

He specially left his memory and waited lonely for hundreds of thousands of years.

After Su Huang came, he tried his best to teach Su Huang and guide Su Huang’s path of cultivation with words.

The earth-shattering secret of achieving the emperor road, one step at a time…

He gave everything and did not hide it.

Su Huang had thought about how to improve his knowledge as soon as possible, but he didn’t expect it…

In the end, the Qinglian Sword Immortal passed on tens of thousands of years of knowledge to him, turned into a shadow, and completely disappeared in heaven and earth.

Perhaps, for the Qinglian Sword Immortal, he just wanted to find someone similar to him and inherit his Dao, but he regretted it.

But for Su Huang.

These sincere actions, such a great grace, how could he not make him feel grateful?

An atmosphere of sadness pervaded the stone house and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Long.

Su Huang collected his heart, he put away the piece of jade green lotus on the ground and walked out of the inheritance land.

……

One step at a time.

The ripples flashed, and the eyes changed greatly.

It’s still the stone cliff that hangs high in the sky.

Above the starry sky, the bright moon is slightly offset.

About an hour has passed.

Su Huang stood on the cliff, the night breeze practiced, the black hair danced lightly, and the purple robe hunted and moved, indescribably flowing and dusty.

At this time.

He truly felt the drastic change in his divine sense.

Carefully perceived, his spiritual sense was powerful to a terrifying point.

In the extreme distance, all the scenes can be seen, even the low sound of insects under the leaves, the sound of ants crawling on the ground, he can clearly perceive it.

No ears, no eyes, no consciousness, as if everything is invisible, incomparably agile.

Su Huang smiled and rode the divine rainbow through the sky.

Fly over a dense mountain forest.

The moonlight is like mist, shrouded in silver yarn, and it plunges into the forest, a clear and quiet scene.

Su Huang looked calm, suddenly his figure paused, stood in the void, and said with a smile:

“Senior Brother Lu, why be sneaky?”

The voice is ethereal, startling a few birds and flapping their wings.

At this time, in front of Su Huang, a figure rushed out from among the trees and also flew into the sky.

There was a slight strange look in his eyes, and he was a little surprised

“Junior Brother Su, I didn’t expect that I would underestimate you a little…”

It was Changhe Jianzi, Lu Ming.